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“Shhhh.” Being quiet was the thing Tommy was best at. He was walking on his toes, careful to not step on a stick or stone, breathing flatly. Dan-Ole had no idea how wrong he had been, accusing Tommy of such non-sense. He was trying to get closer patiently, before taking a picture. He knew how to wait.
Bertel smirked at him, which did something to Tommy’s mind but he had to concentrate now. Tommy wouldn’t let himself get distracted again.
The dove picked up some seeds Tommy had thrown earlier. Very careful. Very pretty. Tommy had never seen a dove from this close. Alive at least. He had seen some dead on the side of the street but this was one was still jumping.
“Dan-Ole will be proud of us”, Tommy muttered.
A glance to the side. Bertel was looking at Tommy, not at the dove. The two of them were squatting on the sidewalk. To not interrupt that dove. But Bertel seemed to be planning something.
Mindlessly staring at a greyish feather in the left wing, Tommy pulled his phone out, opened his camera to take a picture. His ultimate proof.
The shutter sound was far too loud. But the dove didn’t fly away. It just looked at Tommy. (As if it was judging him?) Tommy took another picture. And another.
“You got enough, dear?”, Bertel asked. Close enough that their shoulders were touching. His lips brushed over Tommy’s ear.
He checked the pictures, still trying to ignore. None of them would be earning a prize, however they would still finally prove to Bertel’s best friend, that Tommy was capable of being quiet and that him and Bertel had calm moments together too.
“Yes.”
Bertel didn’t wait another moment before he threw himself on top of Tommy with a loud scream. Tommy’s phone fell on the concrete. Meanwhile Tommy found himself on his back with Bertel Bäck sitting on top of him. Nothing to complain about but his heart was pounding so hard and his scream must have been loud enough to kill the dove. “Fyrbanna, Bertel.”
“I am still better at this than you”, Bertel clarified.
“How can you even move like that?” Tommy caught his own breath slowly, helped by Bertel grabbing his hands and smiling down on him. Even if he was more laughing at him, than not.
“I am young and agile.”
“You’re everything but that. Bertel, if I wanted to I could—”
Bertel shut his boyfriend with a kiss. Tommy allowed him, eagerly waiting for Bertel’s tongue to find a way into his mouth, getting to hold his face, tasting him. He had waited long enough. This was much better than being quiet to prove a point or boring dove pictures, much much better. The pictures—
“Bertel!”, Tommy broke the kiss and picked up his phone. It wasn’t just dirty, the display was cracked as well. “Fuck.”
“I’ll get you a new one if it’s broken”, Bertel promised and tried to smile, he was visibly very nervous. Tommy’s chance. “The picture is probably fine.”
Tommy pretended to be sad so Bertel would hover closer before he jumped against him with a scream so loud, it was even too much for the dove. It flew away but Tommy had long forgotten about it.
He looked down at Bertel, sitting on his chest. “I won.”
“You’re only getting one poi—”
Tommy shut him up with a kiss.
“Okay, yes, that was worth a bonus point.”