Based on the pic of Mat and Tito in Times Square, because obviously they were each other’s New Year’s kiss… duh. Just a blurb cuz I’m lazy and it was getting way too cheesy. Be nice?
The rosy glow of lights strung up around Times Square lit up Mat’s face as he turned to guide Tito into the throng of giddy and hammered tourists, urging them closer to where the ball would drop.
“I’m gonna have to look straight up, aren’t I?” Tito complained loudly, trying to be heard over the crowd.
“Relax,” Mat laughed, finally settling in one area. “Here’s good. Your neck’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, alright bud.” Tito rolled his eyes fondly at his boyfriend.
Tito took a minute to enjoy the moment. They’d just won a game against the best team in the league, which some of them believed would foreshadow a good 2020 for the Islanders, they’d make it back to New York to watch the ball drop, and they were here together. Nothing could’ve been better.
Mat looked like something out of a dream, his hair soft and mostly unstyled, his pale skin radiant against the dark silk suit jacket, and his smile almost tattooed onto his face.
“Should’ve gotten a beer or something at that one stand a block back, I only see food stands right here,” Mat said, breaking Tito out of his lovestruck stupor.
“I’m not really gonna drink I don’t think,” he announced. Mat looked at him funny.
“Why? That’s like, the thing to do on New Year’s Eve.”
“Eh,” Tito shrugged, “I’m perfectly happy sober. I just like being able to remember this and take it all in fully.”
“Sap,” Mat grinned, curling closer to Tito. “You wanna take a selfie before the ball drops?”
Tito smiled and made a motion to signify his compliance. Indulging Mat’s Instagram obsession was fun sometimes, especially when he posted a picture of the two of them alone together. It was like toying with a secret. Letting people know they were together, hinting that they were together. It made Tito’s heart race, knowing he got to be with Mat, and no matter who liked the photos or watched the stories he posted, Mat would be his New Year’s kiss. Nobody else’s.
Possessive, Tito’s brain reprimanded. Whatever. Mat was his and he was Mat’s.
Mat finally got his phone set up and angled close to Tito, trying to find the best angle.
“You take it, my hair looks funny at this angle,” Mat pouted, handing the phone to Tito, who chuckled warmly.
Tipping the phone so that Times Square showed up in all its neon glory behind them, Tito snapped a few pictures in quick succession, Mat slightly behind him, his hands on Tito’s waist but hidden from the view of the camera.
“Those are good,” Mat said, opening Instagram and posting one to his story. “Now, what on earth could we do to pass the time till the ball drops?” His arms wrapped around Tito’s waist fully.
Tito let himself be curled into Mat’s body, feeling the brunette pressing soft kisses to the back of his neck, letting the atmosphere of everyone being too caught up in their partners or friends- or too drunk to think straight- be a cover for the PDA they were displaying.
“I’m glad I’m here with you,” Mat murmured in Tito’s ear, swaying them back and forth.
“Me too,” Tito replied, turning in Mat’s arms to face him. “I know it’s cheesy but, I hope it’s true what they say about kissing someone on New Year’s Eve right at midnight. That you get to be with them even more over the next year.”
“You’ll always have me,” Mat stated, forehead pressed against Tito’s. “New Year’s kiss or not.”
“Can it just be midnight already?” Tito said breathlessly, closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of Mat’s cologne, the smell of the city, of sweat and cold air.
“Two minutes,” Mat grinned, looking at his watch. “Can kiss me any time though. Always down to kiss.”
Tito burst out laughing. “I want this kiss to be special, Mathew. Can’t just kiss people all willy nilly on New Year’s Eve.”
Mat shook his head. “Right, my bad, babe.”
A loud cheer went up as the countdown from one minute was illuminated on the Times Square building, the ball lighting up all sorts of colors as it slowly descended.
Tito and Mat counted down along with the rest of the crowd, anxious to ring in the New Year.
“To a wonderful 2020 with you,” Mat toasted, tugging Tito even closer by his belt loops as the count hit zero, and pressing their lips together.
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