Name in the Sky (does it ever get lonely?)
Summary: So not only did that asshole have the balls to go against Quentin's wishes and call it BARF, he dismissed its importance and took credit for it all in the same breath. It took every ounce of self control Quentin had left not to march up onto the stage and chew him out.
Excerpt:
May 5th, 2016
Ten hours until the presintation at MIT
"You gonna let me in or are you ghosting me?" Quentin says, only half serious when Tony finally opens the door to his hotel room.
"I like to call it playing hard-to-get." Tony replies, taking a step back and opening the door to let the other man into the dimly lit room. It looked exactly like Quentin's own except Tony hadn't been as neat as he had himself when it came to unpacking. The stress he felt from the looming presintation was getting him and he felt the sudden compulsion to straighten the room.
Instead he ignores it and walks in, letting Tony drag him by the hem of his shirt when he lingers too long.
"Hard-to-get my ass, I've already got you. But it's 3am and I've been waiting for ten minutes. What took so long? If someone saw me out here-" He can't finish the sentence because Tony cuts him off by pulling Quentin into a kiss. He melts into the other man, letting Tony run his hands over his body.
It's short lived because Quentin comes back to reality, pushing back against Tony's chest, he didn't like having unanswered questions, "But seriously, what took so long? You don't look any different since we landed and this place is a mess."
"Would you believe me if I said I didn't hear you at first?"
"Tony I swear if I find a girl in the closet or bathroom-"
"You won't."
"I've already told you, I don't do threesomes."
Tony kisses him again, only following Quentin when he tries to lean away. "Relax," He says in a comforting tone, kissing Quentin's forehead, "you'll" then his left cheek, "be fine," followed by his right, "It's going to go so well. These things are easy. You give the people something cool and they fawn over it." Tony's words are reasuring but it doesn't help Quentin's nerves.
"If something goes wrong it's on me. I can't shake the feeling I'm missing something." He looks everywhere in the room except at Tony. Everything felt off. He had gotten a weird feeling the day Tony annouced the presintation at MIT. He had tried to ignore it back then. Since he had gotten word he worked out every kink he could think of in his illusion tech to near perfection.
But the second they landed in Massachucets the feeling got worse. Something was wrong. He just couldn't figure it out. Even now, when being in the precence of his secret lover and most trusted friend, he still felt it. It was almost worse now.
"You need to relax." Tony states, picking up on the tension Quentin held. He steers the other to the side of the bed, Quentin doesn't protest besides a huff and an eye roll. "Where do you get all your smooth confidence from?" Quentin saves Tony the effort of pushing him onto the bed by falling back onto it himself.
"The mini fridge has an exelent scotch. Well... had." Tony's sly smirk is contagious and all at once Quentin's nerves are forgotten. God he loved that man. They never called each other boyfriends but they weren't exactly just coworkers with benefits either. It had been two years since they first hooked up after all.
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