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Spencer wrapped his jean jacket tighter around his chest, silently cursing his past self for thinking a midnight walk to the smoke shop in the light drizzle was a good idea. It was only a five minute walk from his apartment, but the cold wind sliced through the damp fabric of his clothes and made them cling to his body. Still, he desperately needed the break. His brain had been spiraling around the same paragraph of his assignment for who knows how long and the idea of fresh air and new pen had felt like a good idea, at the time. Now, it just felt like he’d made a mildly terrible decision.
By the time he stepped into the small, warm shop, the bell above the door jingled, signifying a brief reprieve from the cold weather outside. He instinctively rubbed his hands together, trying to chase away the remnants of coldness running through his body, while his eyes adjusted to the soft lighting inside.
“Anything I can help you find?” a voice called out from behind the counter.
Spencer looked up, already halfway through forming a polite ‘No thanks,’ but the words died in his throat when he saw who was speaking. The guy behind the counter—tall, with light brown hair, and a soft smile on his face—made him forget how to speak for a second. Spencer blinked once, twice, caught completely off guard by his gorgeous face, before regaining his composure.
“Um,” he started, suddenly overly aware of how soggy his clothes are and how he must look like an absolute mess, “do you have any recommendations for hybrid pens?”
The guy behind the counter smiles, “For sure! I actually really like the brand Habit,” he said, pointing at them in the display case. “They’ve got hybrid, indica, and sativa, and they’re live rosin, so they’re about the cleanest thing you can get aside from actual flower.”
Spencer nodded, slowly matching his energy. “Cool. I’ll take one of the hybrid ones. You guys also sell flower, right?”
“That we do, anything in particular you were hoping to find?”
“Uh, anything hybrid again, I guess? I’m open to suggestions.”
Tommy turned, reaching to the shelf behind himself for two small baggies. “I like these two. Gelato’s pretty strong, so if you’re newer to smoking, you might want to pace yourself. Cherry Runtz is a little more mellow, but both are good for relaxing while still being able to be productive.”
Spencer nodded, looking between the two and biting the inside of his cheek while he considered the two options.
Tommy, seeing the hesitation, added, “We’ve also got pre-rolls for both, if you’d rather try them out before buying a full bag. They’re like 10 bucks cheaper.”
Spencer nodded again, “Yeah, sure, I’ll do one of each.”
Tommy nodded silently, moving with practiced rhythm, putting the baggies back, grabbing the two pre-rolls and the aforementioned hybrid pen, before ringing everything up. “Can I see your ID real quick?”
Spencer pulled out his wallet and handed his driver's license over.
“Awesome, thank you… Spencer,” Tommy said, seeing the man's name whilst looking for his birth date, before handing it back. “Here you go. I’m Tommy, by the way.”
Spencer grabs it back, “Nice to meet you, Tommy.”
Tommy smiled again, one of those real ones that make the corners of your eyes crinkle just a bit, “Nice to meet you too.”
Spencer paid for his items, sliding them into his backpack, before he stepped back out into the night. Instead of heading back to his apartment, he crossed the street to the 24 hour diner to get coffee and work on his assignments some more.
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Two nights later, Spencer found himself walking the same path to the smoke shop in the middle of the night. He doesn’t need anything—not really. He told himself he was just curious about any new products they might have gotten in the two days since he’d first walked in, but he knew the real reason. He was hoping to see Tommy again.
The bell jingled as he opened the door. Tommy stood leaning over the counter, laughing and excitedly chatting with a blonde woman, his posture relaxed and easy. The sight sent a brief, dumb pang through Spencer’s chest, some mix of embarrassment and something else he didn’t want to name just yet.
But then Tommy looked up, and his whole face brightened. “Spencer, hey! What can I do for you tonight?”
Spencer could feel the tips of his ears heat up, caught off guard that Tommy actually remembered his name. It had only been two days, but he’s sure the man had seen dozens more customers since.
The blonde woman smiled at Tommy, then at Spencer, “I should get back, Shayne’s probably wondering what’s taking me so long, even though he knows you work here and we always like to chat. Have a good night, Tommy!”
“Goodnight, Court,” Tommy said, giving her a little wave as she walked across the small store.
She turned to Spencer as she left, smiling kindly, “You have a goodnight too.”
Spencer stepped up to the counter, Tommy still leaning there, relaxed as ever.
“So, what can I get ya tonight?”
Spencer gave a small smile, “Um, I’m not sure, kinda just wanted to see what else you guys carry, I guess. I liked that Gelato strain, and the pen, so thank you for the recommendations.”
Tommy raised a brow but smiled back, “No problem, I’m glad you liked them! And to answer that first statement, we carry basically anything and everything related to weed. Vapes are also in that back corner,” he says, pointing behind Spencer, “if you’re interested in that sort of thing.”
Spencer turned his head to look at where Tommy was pointing, even though he had no real intention of buying one. “Cool, cool.”
Tommy hesitated for a second, then tilted his head slightly, “Not that I mind the company, you’re really the only person that comes in around this time, but you don’t really seem like you’re here to shop. Everything okay?”
Spencer laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m mostly just putting off working on an assignment for my Writing for the Electronic Media class, and yes, it is as bad as the class name makes it sound.”
Tommy blinked, surprised. “I’m actually in that class right now, too. I hate it, I have no idea what I’m supposed to be doing.”
Spencer perked up at that, “No way. I mean… I could help? If you want? I’ve got a pretty decent handle on it, I just really don’t want to work on it.”
Tommy smiled, “Honestly? I’d love that.”
“I’m gonna be working on mine across the street at the diner tonight, if you want to swing by after your shift? I’m usually there pretty late.”
Tommy glanced at his watch, “I get off in about 30 minutes, so I’d be down to join.”
Spencer smiled, his heart doing somersaults in his chest, “Cool, I’ll uh, see you there in a bit then.” He waved, ducked out of the shop, and crossed the street.
In the diner, he ordered a full pot of coffee and two mugs without hesitation, pulling out his laptop and settling into his usual booth. Thirty minutes later, the bell above the diner door jingled, and there was Tommy, backpack slung over one shoulder.
“Hey,” he said, sliding into the other side of the booth, “make any progress?”
Spencer looked up with a small smile, “Hey, yeah. Mostly trying to figure out how to wrap it up so I can go back through and add in any finishing touches. There’s coffee if you want some.”
Tommy’s face lit up as he sat down across from Spencer, placing his backpack into the booth next to him, “Oh, wow, thank you. I definitely need it if I want to actually get anything done tonight.” He poured himself a cup, adding cream and sugar while Spencer finished the sentence he was working on and pushed his laptop aside.
“So,” Spencer said, leaning in slightly, “what are you stuck on?”
Tommy sipped his coffee before answering. “Honestly, I’m not really sure where to start. I have a topic to write about already, but actually starting it just feels impossible.”
Spencer nodded, “Totally get that. Let me see what you have so far and I’ll help where I can.”
Tommy pulled his laptop out of his backpack, pulled up his assignment, and slid it over to Spencer. They passed it back and forth for nearly two hours, Spencer offering suggestions when Tommy got stuck. The conversation was surprisingly easy, and by the time the clocked neared 3 a.m., Tommy had made some real progress.
“Wow, I honestly did not expect to get this much done tonight,” Tommy said, leaning back in the booth with a soft smile, “You’re really good at this.”
Spencer smiled, looking down for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Thanks. I’m glad I was able to help.”
Something hung in the air between them then, as they exchanged phone numbers—easy, quiet, and maybe the beginning of something neither of them quite had the words for yet.
—
Spencer slept through his alarm and woke up later than he meant to, throwing his blanket off and stumbling into his clothes like a half-asleep tornado. He quickly brushed his teeth, grabbing his backpack and unceremoniously shoving his laptop in before slinging it over his shoulders and running out the door. Hopefully, he’ll still make it to class on time, or at least not too late.
He’s already halfway across campus when he realizes he’s completely forgotten his umbrella by his front door. He curses under his breath, looking up at the angry storm clouds rolling in and silently begs the rain to hold off until he gets inside Weimer Hall. Wet clothes on the way back to his dorm? A total non-issue, he could handle that. Showing up to class soaking wet and looking like a drowned rat? A horrible, horrible start to the day.
Thankfully, the universe decided to cut him a break and he made it to the building right as the first drops of rain began to fall. He jogged up the stairs two at a time and slipped into the classroom, slightly out of breath but, miraculously, entirely on time.
He dropped into his seat in the back, heart still racing, and started to pull his laptop out of his bag. That’s when he heard the chair next to him slide out and a familiar voice that made the tips of his ears go pink.
“Hey Spence! You good? You look like you just ran a marathon.”
Spencer turned and, sure enough, there was Tommy settling into the seat next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he’d always sat next to Spencer in this class. He sent Spencer a soft smile that turned his stomach into a fluttering mess.
“Hey,” Spencer said, pushing his messy hair out of his face, “Yeah, I overslept and basically had to sprint here.”
Tommy nodded, understanding. “Glad you made it. Mind if I sit with you?”
Spencer smiled, a little shy but entirely genuine, “Looks like you already are, but yeah that’s cool with me.”
Tommy chuckled and got comfortable, the two fully settling in for the upcoming hour long lecture.
By the time class ended, the skies had completely opened up. Thunder rumbled low in the distance as rain came down in sheets. The two of them walked out together, still chatting about the assignment and how weirdly long the professor could talk without actually saying much, when Spencer came to a full stop in front of the glass doors, groaning.
“What’s wrong bud?” Tommy asks, shooting a concerned look Spencer’s way.
“I forgot my umbrella in my rush to get here this morning and now I’m definitely going to look like I swam home.”
Tommy gives him an almost incredulous look, “That’s it? C’mon, we can share mine, I’ll walk you.”
Spencer’s eyes widened slightly, “What? No, you don’t have to do that, it’s really not that big of a deal. I don’t want to mess up your day or anything.”
Tommy rolls his eyes, clearly amused, “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to, Spence. Besides, I don’t work until six, I’ve got time.”
Spencer opened his mouth to argue, but saw the look Tommy gave him and ducked his head and sighed. “Okay, it’s about a ten minute walk, but if that’s cool with you…”
Tommy was already opening the umbrella, “Lead the way.”
The walk was surprisingly peaceful, aside from the wind occasionally changing the direction of the rain and soaking their clothes. They didn’t talk much, but the silence was comfortable, not awkward. The sound of the rain beating against the ground louder than any of the thoughts spiraling around in either of their brains.
When they reached Spencer’s apartment, Tommy walked him all the way up to his front door.
“Thanks for walking me, seriously.” Spencer said, bashfully, fumbling with his keys. “That was really nice of you.”
“Of course, bud. It was no problem at all.” Tommy replied, smiling.
Spencer hesitated with the door halfway open. “Do you… want to come in? Dry off for a bit?” he says nervously.
Tommy tilted his head and smiled, “Yeah, I’d love to.”
Spencer stepped aside to let him in, before following close behind. He dropped his backpack down by the couch, “Feel free to sit and make yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink? I have water and soda. I could also make coffee, if you want?”
“Water’s good, thank you.” Tommy said, sitting down and stretching an arm across the back of the couch.
Spencer poured them both a glass of water, handing one over to Tommy and joining him on the couch.
“You know,” Spencer said, looking out the window at the downpour, “now that I don’t have to worry about my laptop getting ruined, it seems like it would be fun to go run around in the rain.”
Tommy took a sip of water, raising an amused eyebrow, “Seriously?”
Spencer shrugged, laughing. “I don’t know, it’s dumb but… I haven’t done anything like that since I was a kid. I feel like it’ll be freeing.”
Tommy’s smile grew, “Let’s do it.”
Spencer blinked, a little shocked at Tommy’s suggestion. Sure his own suggestion initially, but he didn’t think Tommy would actually want to join him. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” Tommy said, standing, “let’s go play in the rain.”
Spencer’s grin was immediate and unfiltered, “Okay, yeah. Just hold on for one second.”
He grabbed an extra pair of slides for Tommy so his shoes won’t get soaked through and laid out towels by the front door. He dug his pen out from his pocket and took a quick hit before offering it to Tommy.
Tommy accepted it, taking a slow drag and exhaling toward the ceiling. “Alright, let’s do this.”
Outside, the rain had significantly picked up. It was pouring heavily as they ran around the courtyard, but neither of them cared. They splashed through puddles and spun in circles, letting the rain soak into their hair and clothes. Once they’d tired themselves out a bit, Spencer dropped to the sidewalk, face to the sky, drenched and beaming.
Tommy dropped down beside him, chest heaving from laughing too hard. “Having fun?”
Spencer turned his head, their eyes meeting. “Yeah, this is great.”
Tommy’s grin softened into something more fond. “It really is, isn’t it.”
Eventually, once they’re both fully drenched, they head back inside. Spencer unlocks the door again and grabs and hands Tommy a towel before spreading one on the floor and wrapping himself in another.
“Let me grab you some clothes to change into so you can warm up.” Spencer says, heading to his room. “I don’t think my pants would fit you,” he says, handing over a hoodie, a soft t-shirt, a comfortable looking pair of shorts, and boxers. “But I’ll throw your stuff in the dryer.”
Tommy nodded, grateful. “Sounds good, thanks Spence.”
Spencer’s breath hitched when he walked back into the living room, he did not realize what seeing Tommy in his clothes would do to him. His stomach flutters and a light blush colors his cheeks. He looked good. Like too good. Spencer handed him a pair of dry socks to distract himself.
Tommy accepted them with another soft thank you and made himself comfortable on the couch while Spencer tossed their wet clothes into the dryer.
When he returns to the living room, he offers to make something for them to eat.
“Sure, I’ll help,” Tommy said, standing up to follow Spencer to the kitchen.
They settled on mac and cheese—easy, comforting, and nostalgic. Everything that playing around in the rain was. They moved around the kitchen in tandem, bumping shoulders and giggling at every little thing.
By the time they sat down to eat, warm and dry and genuinely happy, Spencer couldn’t stop the small, content smile tugging at the corners of his mouth from settling on his face.
Tommy caught the smile and raised an eyebrow, playfully. “What?”
Spencer shrugged, stirring his mac and cheese to avoid eye contact. “Nothing. Just… this is nice.”
“Yeah,” Tommy replied softly, “it really is.”
They finished eating slowly, neither one in a rush to end the moment. The conversation was flowing easily now, drifting without any real direction, both sharing little stories, half-finished thoughts, and inside jokes that had formed without either of them even noticing.
When both their bowls were empty, Spencer carried the dishes to the sink and began washing them. Tommy joined him without asking, grabbing a towel and drying off each item as it washed. There was something weirdly comforting about the shared domesticity of it, like they’d done this a thousand times before, even though this it’s the very first time.
Once they were done washing and drying the dishes, Spencer let out a small sigh, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m so full,” he mumbled, flopping face first onto the couch with absolutely zero grace.
Tommy laughed fondly, “You say that like you didn’t just eat half the pot by yourself.”
“I regret nothing!” Spencer said, his voice muffled against the couch cushion.
Tommy grabbed the remote from the coffee table, “Want me to put something on?”
Spencer turned his head just enough to peek at him, the corner of his mouth lifting in a sleepy smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Tommy put on a show that neither of them had to pay full attention to, really just acting as background noise.
Spencer sat up to make room, “You can sit closer, you know. I don’t bite,” he said teasingly, voice quiet but playful.
Tommy grinned, scooting closer to him, but not quite touching. For a few minutes, they sat like that, side by side, shoulders occasionally brushing as they adjusted, settling in.
Eventually, Spencer leaned in slightly, resting his head on Tommy’s shoulder like it was second nature. “Is this okay?” he asked, already sounding half-asleep.
Tommy tilted his head slightly to rest it against Spencer’s. “Yeah, more than okay.”
Spencer let out a content sigh, his fingers idly curling into the fabric of Tommy’s hoodie, his hoodie, he reminded himself. His eyes fluttered shut, and neither of them said anything for a while. The show played on, forgotten. Rain still tapping against the windows in a gentle rhythm, softer now than it had been earlier.
Tommy shifted again, this time carefully, wrapping an arm around Spencer and pulling him in just a little closer. Spencer melted into it, tucking himself neatly under the curve of Tommy’s arm like he’d always belonged there.
They didn’t speak, but the silence between them was full of warmth, of comfort, of something new and tender that neither of them quite had the words for yet.
Eventually, Spencer mumbled, “Thanks for staying.”
Tommy’s thumb brushed softly across Spencer’s shoulder. “Wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else, bud.”
And that was it. No grand confessions. No big moments. Just the soft, steady rhythm of rain and the quiet warmth of two people wrapped around each other on a rainy afternoon that had unfolded into something so unexpectedly perfect.
“Let’s take a nap, yeah? I’ll set an alarm so I have enough time to get ready for work.” Tommy says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
He feels Spencer nod against his shoulder, slow and sleepy, and that’s all the confirmation he needs.
With gentle movements,Tommy shifts them so they’re both lying down on the couch. Spencer tucks easily into him, his back pressed softly against Tommy’s chest as he wraps an arm around Spencer and pulls him close.
Spencer lets out a quiet breath, something between a sigh and a hum, and relaxes completely into him. He finds Tommy’s hand where it rests at his stomach and laces their fingers together without a word.
Tommy stretches just far enough to grab his phone off the coffee table, setting an alarm for 5pm, before dropping it back onto the table with a soft clack. He tucks his chin lightly into Spencer’s hair, breathing in the faint scent of rain and clean laundry and something distinctly Spencer that he hadn’t noticed before but already knows he won’t forget.
Tommy closes his eyes and lets his thoughts go quiet for the first time all day. He can feel the way Spencer’s body softens more with each passing minute, the tension from this morning’s rush melting away as he drifts closer to sleep.
And even though Tommy knows he’ll have to get up in a few hours, get dressed, and head to work, none of that matters right now. Right now, it’s warm and quiet and safe.
Right now, it’s just them.
When the alarm on Tommy’s phone goes off, it jolts both of them out of their light sleep. Spencer groans and sleepily slaps around the coffee table, trying to shut it off, “Nooo, five more minutes.”
Tommy laughs, voice thick with sleep, and presses a soft kiss to the crown of Spencer’s head, “You don’t have to get up, bud, but I do,” he murmurs quietly into his hair.
Spencer rolls over to face him, lower lip sticking out in an honest-to-god pout. “Do you have to go to work?”
Tommy chuckles again, shaking his head. “Yeah, bud, I do.”
With a dramatic sigh, Spencer rolls off the couch and onto his feet unceremoniously, dragging himself upright with all the grace of someone who just woke up way too cozy. “Guess I should grab your clothes from the dryer then.”
Tommy watches fondly as Spencer stumbles around his own apartment sleepily, barely awake but trying his best.
Spencer returns a minute later, dropping the bundle of warm clothes onto the coffee table.
“Would you mind if I kept the t-shirt and hoodie for a little longer?” Tommy asks, shyly.
Spencer grins, a light pink coloring his face, “Of course not. Looks better on you than it ever did on me.”
Tommy blushes a little, smiling. “Does not. You’re such a sap.”
Tommy moves towards the bathroom to change back into his pants. Before he walks away, he pauses, stopping behind Spencer to wrap him in a gentle hug, resting his head on Spencer’s shoulder, nose tucked lightly against his neck.
“I’ll text you once I get to work,” he says, voice low and soft. “Probably bug you during my shift, too. No pressure to answer though. If you crash again, I won’t be offended. You look tired, you should get some more rest.”
Spencer leans back into the hug, resting his head against Tommy’s chest. “I probably will. At least, I’ll try to.”
—
Three days later, the weekend finally rolls in, and with it comes Spencer’s first trip to Tommy’s apartment.
They’d been in steady contact since their rainy day together—random texts throughout the day, casual check-ins, the occasional meme or TikTok sent without comment but with very obvious intent. It had been easy, natural. Spencer had seen him in class again on Wednesday, and though it was only for a little while, the quiet comfort of just being around each other again settled something in his chest. They made solid plans then: hang out at Tommy’s on Saturday, nothing fancy, just the two of them spending time together.
Now, standing in front of Tommy’s apartment door, Spencer feels a little flutter of nerves. He’s dressed purely for comfort: worn-in sweatpants, his softest t-shirt, and a thin flannel. He knocks gently, shifting from foot to foot while he waits.
The door swings open a few seconds later, revealing Tommy in sweatpants, a worn-in t-shirt, and some silly patterned socks, smiling like he’s genuinely happy to see him. “Hey, you made it.”
“Course I did,” Spencer says, stepping inside. “I said I would.”
Tommy closes the door behind him, nudging it shut with his foot before reaching out to take Spencer’s bag. “Glad to see you also adopt the full couch potato look on the weekends, it’s honestly the only dress code I enforce in my place.”
Spencer smiles warmly, kicking off his shoes by the door. “Glad I came prepared, then.”
There’s an ease between them now, the kind you find when two people just fit into each other’s space without having to perform. Tommy’s apartment is cozy, slightly messy in a lived-in way that makes Spencer feel more welcome than any sterile space ever could. He notices a half-built Lego set on the coffee table, a record player in the corner, and several plants that are thriving impressively.
They settle in on the couch not long after—movies queued up, snacks within reach, limbs slowly tangling as they relax into the kind of closeness that doesn’t need to be explained. Spencer wraps his flannel a little tighter around his chest—the rapid cooling of the air outside due to the storm rolling in making the room feel a bit cooler—and without thinking much of it, Tommy disappears into his room and returns with a hoodie, casually tossing it onto Spencer’s lap.
“Here,” Tommy says, sitting down again, “you looked cold.”
Spencer smiles fondly. “Yeah?”
Tommy shrugs, but there’s a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah.”
Spencer doesn’t argue. He slips the hoodie on, the scent of Tommy’s detergent and something warmly familiar clinging to the fabric. It’s embarrassingly cozy, and it swallows him just enough to feel like a hug.
“It’s huge,” Spencer mutters, tugging at the sleeves, but he doesn’t take it off.
Tommy grins, repeating Spencer’s words from the other night. “Looks better on you anyway.”
Spencer rolls his eyes, cheeks coloring faintly. “You’re such a sap.”
Tommy just shrugs again, his eyes drifting toward the rolling tray on his coffee table. “You wanna smoke now or later?”
Spencer thinks for a moment, “We should order food first, then we can smoke while it’s on the way?”
Tommy nods in agreement, “Smart man. Anything you’re craving?”
“Canes?”
Tommy grins and opens up Doordash, putting his own order in before handing his phone to Spencer. “Get whatever you want.”
Once the order is placed and Tommy’s phone is sat back down on the table, he shifts his attention to the tray in front of him. He starts rolling a joint with practiced ease, his fingers moving deftly. It’s clear he’s done this countless times.
Spencer watches Tommy’s movements like he’s under a spell, fully enthralled. His eyes catch on Tommy’s mouth as he licks the wrap to seal it—something about it makes Spencer’s heart thump aggressively against his chest.
Tommy notices his gaze locked on his mouth, of course he does, and smirks softly.
“You want the first hit?” he asks, voice smooth as ever.
Spencer nods, a little sheepishly. “Only if you promise not to laugh when I start coughing like a sick Victorian child. Seems like no matter how much I smoke, I always end up hacking up a lung.”
Tommy chuckles, warm and fond, “You got it, bud.”
Spencer brings the joint up to his lips, and Tommy leans in with the lighter, lighting the tip and shielding the flame with his hand. Spencer inhales slowly, immediately passing the joint back, just before he feels a cough bubbling up from his chest. He waves his hand in front of his face, wheezing out a laugh between coughs.
Tommy takes a drag of his own, exhaling slowly, before setting it down just as the doorbell rings.
“Perfect timing,” he murmurs, standing up to grab their food. He returns a moment later, arms full with their food, and they settle in to eat. The room is quiet, but not awkwardly so.
Halfway through his second chicken strip, Tommy glances over. “You know,” he starts casually, “we could always shotgun it, if you don’t want to deal with the cough fits as much.”
Spencer nearly chokes on his Texas Toast. He feels his face flush with a soft pink as he glances over at Tommy. “Yeah,” he says quietly, “I’d be okay with that.”
Tommy takes another long, slow hit and leans in, shuffling closer to Spencer until their knees bump. He gently reaches up, guiding Spencer’s face toward his own, thumb resting gently against his bottom lip, coaxing his mouth open. Spencer complies without hesitation, eyes fluttering shut as Tommy exhales the smoke into his mouth.
Their lips barely brush, but the contact sends a jolt through Spencer’s chest, feeling fireworks exploding throughout his entire body. And Tommy must’ve felt it too, because the second Spencer exhales, Tommy leans back in and kisses him. Soft at first—giving Spencer a chance to pull back if Tommy read the signals wrong—then deeper, more sure when he doesn’t pull away. It’s slow and intense, like everything has been building up to this moment since they met.
They lazily makeout on the couch for what feels like forever, the joint forgotten for now. Time feels like slow motion, stretching and folding in on itself, over and over.
Eventually, they pull away, both flushed and breathing a little heavier than before. Spencer ducks his head with a shy smile, lips still tingling from where they met Tommy’s.
Tommy reaches out, brushing his thumb across Spencer’s cheek once more, before letting his hand fall away.
They sit there for a beat, letting the moment settle around them, before Spencer mumbles out a quiet, “Wow.”
Tommy grins, that soft giggle slipping out again, “Wow, indeed.”
Spencer finally looks up, his eyes bright and full of unfiltered fondness. “We should do that again. Both things.”
Tommy leans back a little, smile widening. “Yeah, Spence. We definitely should.”
Tommy wraps an arm around Spencer’s shoulders, pulling him in without a word. They settle into the quiet, curled up together on the couch, the sound of rain tapping steadily against the windows. The rhythm of the storm mixes with the soft rise and fall of their breathing and the faint thud of heartbeats pressed close together. It’s peaceful, easy. Like the rest of the world has disappeared and it’s just them, alone and comfortable in Tommy’s living room.