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Määnin turned his key in the lock of the apartment he now officially shared with Tommy. He was no longer just a guest, even though he had already moved past that status a long time ago. They had even shared their clothes with no arguments about it. He'd spent most of his time at Tommy's, so the two had finally, after a lot of procrastinating, taken matters in their own hands and gone through with the whole process. And now the apartment was just as much Määnin's as it was Tommy's. And more than anything, it felt right for them.
Määnin kicked off his boots right by the door. He knew that Tommy wouldn't have minded if he'd walked further in with them on, but it had become at least an occasional habit now that Määnin spent majority of his time sober. They both did. Tommy had stopped drinking alcohol altogether, unprompted, to make it easier on his best friend. It was one of his ways of showing love.
"Tommy? I'm home,"
he announced but didn't get the anticipated response. His face in slight frown, Määnin walked deeper into the apartment and straight into the living room. As he entered, he found Tommy asleep on the couch. The frown smoothed out right away and he smiled at the sight. He was wearing the usual double denim with the white Vörjeans shirt underneath. It was the always present proof of what Tommy lived for; the band. And as an important, obvious extension, Määnin. They'd had a bunch of those shirts made back in the day but had never officially sold them anywhere. Tommy was one of the only, few chosen people to ever wear their official, unreleased merch. The shirt had ridden up, exposing a little bit of Tommy's stomach.
Määnin stood still for a bit and just watched Tommy sleep. He was drooling, of course, and snoring softly. There were faint remnants of the familiar frown on his face, but he still looked incredibly vulnerable like that when all of his walls were down. Määnin's eyes traveled down from Tommy's face to his chest which was rising and falling evenly, and even further down, resting on his thighs for as long as Määnin wanted to, before finally making the familiar but still exciting journey back up to the beginning. This time his eyes took a quick pitstop at Tommy's stomach. Määnin's smile lingered as he saw how Tommy was almost falling off the couch, his right leg hanging far over the side. This was the man he loved. Not just a one-night stand or a fling. This was real. Määnin loved the wild, loud Tommy who took a really long time to run out of energy. But he also loved Tommy like this; the soft, quiet side of him that no one else really got to see. Why would he ever continue going home with some women from the bars they played at, only to never see them again, when he could settle down with someone who actually loved him more than anything or anyone else? More than anyone else ever could. Because Tommy's love and commitment to him knew no limits. He had always felt Tommy's eyes on his back, nearly burning a hole into it whenever he'd walked out with a woman who'd been eating him with her eyes all throughout their gig. The jealousy had been loud even when Tommy himself hadn't said a word.
"Tommy? Wake up, you sleepyhead, I got us food,"
Määnin said and waited for a few moments. And when his words failed to wake Tommy up, he made the decision to nudge the sleeping man's leg with his own. He did so with maybe a little too much strength. He learned this soon when Tommy fell off the couch and landed on his ass on the floor. That woke him up, at least.
"Ajjj, satan fyrbanna.."
Tommy groaned, his face contorting in discomfort for a few short seconds.
"Määnin, what happened?"
He only sat there, blinking slowly while looking up at Määnin. His cap was all crooked on his head and only barely staying on. The look on his face was almost adorably confused. Not that Määnin would ever say that out loud.
"Sorry, Toms,"
Määnin said and lifted up the plastic bag he was still holding onto. That seemed to be enough of an explanation to Tommy.
"What..? You say you got the food?"
he asked as he pushed himself up and back onto the couch. Määnin laughed at his question but nodded.
"Mhm. That's what I said while you were still sleeping,"
he added and sat down, fixing Tommy's cap for him. That was one of the things Määnin had gotten in the habit of doing, and part of his love language.
"Everything's just the way you requested. It was almost a shame to wake you up.. But then the food would have gotten cold. And I know you'd hate that. Still.. You looked so peaceful."
"Shut up, Mään.."
Tommy mumbled with a loud yawn. He wasn't even remotely mad despite having been woken up. Had it been morning, it would have been different. And especially if his sleep was interrupted by anyone other than Määnin. Still, at times Tommy let even Määnin have it. He was not a morning person. But there was never any heat behind Tommy's words and Määnin knew it. He simply was cranky in the morning and preferred to wake up at his own pace.
"Here you go, Toms, your usual order. Disgusting pineapple included,"
Määnin said with a teasing grin as he handed Tommy the white container and a Pepsi Max. Their fingers touched and lingered for a moment, not wanting to be pulled apart. Tommy smiled at Määnin as he accepted the food. It was a genuine, happy smile. Real emotion with no pretense. It reached his eyes and intensified the blue in them.
Tommy opened the container hungrily. It still felt quite hot to the touch; Määnin had probably hightailed it home. He saw his favorite burger with two patties and a generous amount of pickles hiding between them. There was the pineapple that Määnin hated so much, finely chopped onion and two different kinds of mayonnaise. And absolutely no tomatoes, Tommy always wanted them left out.
Next to the burger was a generous amount of fries, also covered in mayonnaise. Tommy never went lightly with the condiments. The more, the better.
They carried on, forgetting about talking and simply ate mostly in silence. It never took a very long time, especially not for Tommy. Afterwards, when he'd eaten the last handful of fries and washed them down with the soda, he kept himself busy by licking the mayonnaise off his fingers. And as he did, he could feel Määnin's stare lingering on him.
"You like what you see, Määnin?"
Tommy asked before he could even stop to think about his words. His cheeks and neck started to heat up a little, but to his relief, he saw Määnin nod. Suddenly he didn't feel as stupid about his question anymore.
Tommy placed the empty container on the table, right next to the soda can, and scooted closed to Määnin.
"Looking for dessert, Toms?"
Määnin wondered, a teasing tone in his voice. Tommy only hummed as he reached for Määnin's sunglasses and took them off, setting them down carefully.
"I want to see your eyes.."
Tommy murmured an explanation despite Määnin not having asked for one.
The two stared at each other for a few moments before Tommy's hands found their place loosely around Määnin's waist, firmly holding onto his jacket. And then, without any more spoken words, they leaned a little closer until they found each other.
Tommy's lips tasted like salt and grease with the added generous amount of garlic mayonnaise and the sweetness of pineapple, followed by a hint of its tanginess. Tommy was able to taste a similar cacophony of perfection on Määnin.. Minus the fruit, of course. It shouldn't have been as hot as it was, but neither of them cared. All they needed was just to hold and feel each other.