“Penny for your thoughts?” A gentle voice rings from behind him, and Marty turns and flashes a warm, adoring smile at the man standing in the doorway of their small porch.
“Nervous to go home.” He admits, and Doc nods in understanding. “It’s going to be hard to adjust living back in 1985 after all of this. I’m going to miss my phone, and the movies, and the ease of just being able to be the two of us all the time.”
“Understandable. We haven’t spent a night without each other in three years.”
Marty sighs softly and turns his gaze back toward the city, and he hums happily when Doc comes up behind him and wraps him tightly into his arms.
“You know what else is going to be weird?” He asks, and Doc hums softly. “I’m always going to be older than what everyone else thinks I am. I’m 19 right now, but when we go home I’m going to be 18 again to all of them.”
“True. But it’s for the best. We can’t have an unexplained year long absence, especially when your parents are a wildcard. We can only know for sure that the DeLorean will get us home, and if we go to 1986 and they accuse me of kidnapping you or some other ridiculous thing, we don’t know for sure that we could use the DeLorean to fix that mistake.”
“True.” He sighs softly, shifting so he can lean back against Emmett’s chest, head falling back gently against his shoulder. “I know that we have to, but.. I don’t want to go, Doc.”
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep without you.” Doc admits, and Marty whines softly, turning his head to gently kiss Emmett’s throat. “But don’t you miss your parents? Your family?”
“A little. I’m going to miss you more.”
“We’ll get through it. Like you’ve said before, you used to spend all of your time with me anyways, it’s nothing your parents aren’t already used to.”
“You’re right. So the DeLorean is ready, then?”
“Ready as it’ll ever be. But I do have a gift for you before we go, darling.”
Marty perks up at that and turns himself in Doc’s arms so he can peer up at the older man.
Doc chuckles and holds out a small rectangular box, and Marty eagerly takes it, but not without a suspicious glance to his boyfriend. Doc merely smiles, so Marty quickly opens it, a look of confusion taking over his features.
“A phone?” He asks, “But we’re going back to 1985, this won’t work there.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, love. I modified it, using similar methods to the DeLorean, and if my calculations are correct it should work in our own time. You will need to keep it hidden though, of course.”
“Oh my gosh! Doc, that’s amazing!”
“I made myself one, too.” He admits sheepishly. “I’ve gotten rather used to being able to text you when I need you.”
Marty snorts out a laugh at that and leans up, firmly kissing his boyfriend. Doc happily kisses back, and when they part he sighs softly.
“I suppose we should start packing. Home awaits.”
“I wasn’t done kissing you.” Marty protests, and Doc chuckles but lets himself be pulled back down into another kiss.
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