Well this WAS going up earlier but AO3 is down. 😡 So I'll just post it here for now, but it'll go up there EVENTUALLY. Written for @bucktommyfluffebruary day twenty-three: clingy boyfriends. AO3 link to go here eventually, and it's all here, too, because it's not even 900 words:
Tommy makes it all of twenty minutes in the garage before he's going inside and seeing what Evan is doing.
They've been living together for two weeks, have spent half of that time working, and Tommy's been trying to let Evan settle in. Even though he spent a lot of time at the house after they got back together, but still. He doesn't want Evan to feel like he's hovering.
But he just wants to see what he's up to. Maybe give him a kiss.
Evan is sitting on the floor having apparently gotten distracted while folding his laundry. Instead, he's chewing on his thumb and reading something on his phone. When Tommy is about to turn and creep back into the garage, his foot makes the hardwood creak, and Evan looks up with a smile.
“Hey!” he says, then looks down at all of the unfolded clothes.”I meant to be done already.”
Tommy shrugs and smiles, wandering closer to him. “No rush, I guess. Unless you had something else you wanted to do before dinner, and we just had lunch.”
Evan stretches one of his legs out and reaches a hand toward him as he gets closer. Tommy thinks he needs a hand up, but Evan tugs gently, and he's instead bending down for a kiss.
“No, just wanted to hang out with you,” Evan says, smiling and letting him go.
Tommy grabs the ottoman and sits it on the other side of the laundry basket. “Okay.”
As he helps Evan fold, Evan ends up scooting and shifting things so his shoulder is against the side of Tommy's knee. Once everything is done and set in the basket, he uses Tommy to get up, kissing him on the way. When he's stood up, Tommy grabs him around his thighs and rubs his face against Evan’s stomach.
“Wanna help me put stuff away?” Evan asks, carding his fingers through Tommy's hair.
Tommy lifts his shirt to kiss his happy trail. “Mm, or something.”
Evan laughs, and the sound makes Tommy smile. When he stands, he picks up the laundry basket and carries it to their room, setting it next to Evan’s dresser. He turns, and Evan backs him up against the bed.
“What about your laundry?” Tommy teases.
“It'll still be here,” Evan says, shrugging.
“So will I,” Tommy points out. “I live here.”
Evan grins and pushes him back on the bed. “So do I.”
Tommy reaches out and grabs him, pulling him down and kissing him. He smiles and nuzzles Evan’s jaw before nipping at it.
“Where'd you go?” Evan mumbles when Tommy slips back under the covers.
“Bathroom,” he replies, pulling his boyfriend into his arms and kissing his shoulder. He's warm from the afternoon sun and a post-sex nap. “Is that okay?”
“Mm-mm.” Evan rolls onto his back and kisses him. “No leaving.”
Tommy smiles and kisses his nose. “Okay.”
They stay in bed until they're both ready to get up, and then they're pulling on sweats. Tommy sits on the bed and plays Two Dots while Evan puts his clothes away. When he's done, he sits behind Tommy, chest pressed to his back, and reaches around to make a square.
“What do you wanna do now?” Evan asks.
“Mm, couch rot and snacks,” Tommy decides.
“Hell yeah.” He bites playfully at Tommy's trap. “Let's go.”
He realizes that by the time they're making dinner together, they haven't been more than a couple feet apart most of the day.
“I'm not hovering, right?” he wonders.
“No, I'm not being clingy, right?” Evan asks, his brows furrowing.
Tommy sets his knife down and scratches his stubble with a grin. “I think we both are.”
Evan smiles from where he's stirring what will be chicken and dumplings on the stovetop. “You know, Maddie said we basically act like we're conjoined when we go out with everyone. So I don't think that's, uh, new.”
When Tommy tips the cut up chicken into the pot, he presses against Evan’s back and watches him stir it in. “I don't think I've ever really been clingy before.”
“As someone who operates at a base level of clingy, it's better when it's reciprocated,” Evan says, tipping his head to the side as Tommy kisses his neck. “Maybe we're just, y'know, in love.”
Tommy grins and squeezes Evan’s pec through his shirt. “Speak for yourself, I'm in this for your body.”
Evan laughs and backs them up so he can grab the cookie scoop for the dough. When he does, he turns and hooks an arm around Tommy's neck. “Same. I'm also in this for my body.”
When Tommy grabs his ass with both hands and pulls him close with a growl, Evan laughs into their next kiss.
“I love you,” Tommy says, squeezing his ass. “In case that wasn't obvious.”
“Mm, I love you, too,” Evan replies, kissing him again. “Could be a little more obvious, though. Skywriting, billboard, some—”
Tommy cuts him off with a kiss before releasing him and grabbing the dumpling dough. He dutifully holds the bowl while Evan scoops it out and drops it into the stew.
It's not a job for two people, but it's nice to do it together.
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