“I’ve got- I’ve got someone back home. Waiting for me,” Marty says desperately, chest aching at the thought of his boyfriend. He squeezes his eyes shut, giving his head a small shake in an attempt to rid himself of the image of Emmett’s body slumping to the ground behind his truck.
“Is she beautiful?” Doc asks, and Marty forces his eyes open again to settle his gaze on the scientist- and his whole chest aches with it.
“He is,” he replies honestly. “I think he’s crazy about me.”
He holds out the flyer his boyfriend had scribbled on earlier without a thought- only once it’s in the scientists hands does he realize the likelihood of Doc recognizing his own handwriting.
Doc’s gaze lifts slowly from the paper to the teenager in front of him only to find blue eyes already resting on him. Marty’s cheeks flush a light pink but he doesn’t look away, his lips pulling into a small smile.
“Everything okay Doc?” He asks lightly. The scientist swallows.
“Pardon me if this is presumptuous of me to ask, but… am I the guy?”
Marty is visibly surprised by the question, eyes widening slightly. Doc had been expecting flustered denial, any kind of denial really, or maybe an embarrassed and halfhearted confirmation.
What he isn’t expecting -and was in no way prepared for- is for the mask he hadn’t even realized the teenager was wearing to fall and for unabashed affection to warm his eyes. He wasn’t prepared for the warm uptick of his lips, the glimmer of something more in his eyes, or the pride oozing transparently from his voice when he replies.
“Yeah,” he confirms. “You are.”
Doc blinks. He blinks again. His face flushes and Marty’s smile is impossibly fond- and the scientist gets the distinct feeling he’s intruding on something despite Marty’s words.
“Oh,” he flusters out, and Marty muffles a laugh into his palm. “I see.”
Doc inhales sharply, blush deepening. What could he have possibly done in 1985 to warrant this boys unconditional love- and for him to brandish it so proudly for a man three times his own age.
“I admit I’m surprised. I’m a little old for you Future Boy.”
Marty shrugs, giving a single nod in response.
“Maybe,” he agrees playfully, and Doc arches a brow.
“You don’t want someone closer to your own age range?” He asks, and Marty shakes his head instantly.
“I don’t want anyone but you,” he replies confidently.
The scientists face flushes anew and Marty’s smile grows impossibly. Doc looks away, embarrassed at how easily the teenager had flustered him.
“Well, I’m very lucky to have you.”
Amusement shines in Marty’s eyes and he chuckles. “Damn right. Don’t you forget it.”
A moment passes and Doc looks up, gaze locking with Marty’s.
“I don’t see how I could,” he murmurs, and it’s Marty’s turn to turn pink.
When Marty allows their lips to separate Doc smiles, rubbing their noses together gently. Marty whines in the back of his throat, returning the nuzzle as Doc’s hands lift to cover Marty’s where they’re still clutching to the front of Doc’s radiation suit.
“Welcome back future boy,” he murmurs, and Marty huffs a soft breath and finally dares to open his eyes.
Doc presses a soft kiss to the corner of Marty’s mouth, and the teenager leans into him.
“Hey, old man,” he mutters, and Doc scoffs. “You scared the shit out of me Emmett.”
“I’m okay,” Doc murmurs soothingly. “Just a few bruises behind the Kevlar. I promise.”
Marty sighs softly in relief and nods, leaning in to steal another kiss.
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