“Do you think you could get bored of fucking in this gorgeous place among
all the other activities it had?” Gar questions and he bites at his neck a
little harder, intent on leaving a more dark bruise as he sucks at the
spot, teeth digging just a little.
Gar grins wider and settles comfortably into Tommy’s arms. He’s quiet a
while just watching the sunset until there’s a knock on their door for the
room service. Then he wiggles reluctantly out of Tommy’s arms and lap to go
get it.
Once that’s all done he peeks under one do the covers.
Well, if it looks good. Tommy’s up and at Gar’s side. No, not his side, behind him with his arms wrapped around the other guy’s waist and his head on Gar’s shoulder.
“Definitely does. Not as good as you, but a nice ‘welcome to the beauty’ sorta sampler. Balcony or bed?”
"I'm calling our lack of restraint out," he counters, but he leans into the kiss before picking his boyfriend up and carrying him to the balcony. And then he comes back with the food a second later.
Gar smiles as he watches Tommy and it’s hard to even think about food over
how much he loves him and how unbelievably happy he is right now. He leans
his arms on the table though.
“I love you so much.” There’s a beautiful sunset still but he can’t help
but look at Tommy
Loves. A word that Tommy really needs to use more. To say and not be afraid that the guy is going to evaporate. But he perches on a lounger and dips a strawberry into chocolate and smiles.
"I... thank you," Tommy says. He wants to say it too, but there is no denying the fear in his eyes. How scared he is of the words. Gar's definitely heard enough about how Tommy was abandoned by his parents to maybe figure out why.
Gar doesn’t expect it of Tommy. There’s still a twinge somewhere inside of
him that he actively ignores, that he won’t show because Gar doesn’t do
that. Gar hides all of his own sadness and damage and trauma behind smiles
that everyone believes and takes for granted. Then again, most people don’t
know what he’s been through and he outwardly shakes it off so easily that
people who do don’t know any differently. All the same... he knows Tommy
does love him even if he can’t say it. And all Gar can do is be there
anyway.
So Gar just gives him a grin and turns his attention to the food. “Okay
it’s as good as it looks.”
That surprises Gar. He squeezes the others hand and shakes his head.
“You don’t have to say anything, Tommy. I know,” and he tries not to say it
but god sometimes things just feel so intense it bubbles out. And he feels
guilty for the look on his boyfriend’s face.
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“Do you think you could get bored of fucking in this gorgeous place among all the other activities it had?” Gar questions and he bites at his neck a little harder, intent on leaving a more dark bruise as he sucks at the spot, teeth digging just a little.
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And it could be, like, water skiing or beaches or whatever.
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“There’s a lot of them,” Gar smiles and he is finally content with his marking of Tommy. His hand squeezes the others.
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Because that they could do at home.
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Gar settles his head on Tommy’s shoulder. “There’s pools, the ocean, zip lining, scuba diving and like a ton of other stuff. It’s Hawaii.”
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“Good, hopefully it’s not all too slow for you,” Gar says teasingly.
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And he needs to take some breaks sometimes.
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"Thank you baby."
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Gar grins wider and settles comfortably into Tommy’s arms. He’s quiet a while just watching the sunset until there’s a knock on their door for the room service. Then he wiggles reluctantly out of Tommy’s arms and lap to go get it.
Once that’s all done he peeks under one do the covers.
“Looks good baby.”
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“Definitely does. Not as good as you, but a nice ‘welcome to the beauty’ sorta sampler. Balcony or bed?”
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Gar leans back into Tommy with a grin. He loves this. He loves Tommy. He loves how they just... fit.
Gar just preens a bit at the compliment in all of that.
“If we choose bed, I definitely am gonna wanna get naked with you after.”
That’d probably be the case no matter where.
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“Do you have to call me out?” Gar grins, turning his head and kissing Tommy cheek.
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"We can last out the sun."
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"Do you think it'll be this beautiful every time?"
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Fuck, he loves this guy. Tommy uncovers all of the food and pulls a table and chair up.
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Gar smiles as he watches Tommy and it’s hard to even think about food over how much he loves him and how unbelievably happy he is right now. He leans his arms on the table though.
“I love you so much.” There’s a beautiful sunset still but he can’t help but look at Tommy
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"I... thank you," Tommy says. He wants to say it too, but there is no denying the fear in his eyes. How scared he is of the words. Gar's definitely heard enough about how Tommy was abandoned by his parents to maybe figure out why.
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Gar doesn’t expect it of Tommy. There’s still a twinge somewhere inside of him that he actively ignores, that he won’t show because Gar doesn’t do that. Gar hides all of his own sadness and damage and trauma behind smiles that everyone believes and takes for granted. Then again, most people don’t know what he’s been through and he outwardly shakes it off so easily that people who do don’t know any differently. All the same... he knows Tommy does love him even if he can’t say it. And all Gar can do is be there anyway.
So Gar just gives him a grin and turns his attention to the food. “Okay it’s as good as it looks.”
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"I do too, Gar. You. That thing. Can... can we just have another word for me saying it? So I can, you know.... without saying it?"
Because they're heroes. And if he says it, he'll lose Gar instantly. He can't say the word itself.
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That surprises Gar. He squeezes the others hand and shakes his head.
“You don’t have to say anything, Tommy. I know,” and he tries not to say it but god sometimes things just feel so intense it bubbles out. And he feels guilty for the look on his boyfriend’s face.
He grabs another bite of food with his free hand.
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