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astriefer · 2 years

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Don't Fall Asleep During the Movie

summary: "I'm happy when you're happy"

words: 5771

Warning: Lots of physical affection of all types, swearing, ask to tag

"I brought a surprise," Thomas announced, holding the so-called surprise behind his back.

Alastair glanced between his boyfriend's face to his chest, as if looking through him at the present. "What is it?"

"It's a surprise," Thomas tried to hold the amusement away from his voice. "I'm not supposed to just tell you what it is."

"I may have my own suspicions what it could be," Alastair pushed away a dark strand of hair off his face as he let Thomas inside the Carstair's house. Thomas turned around so Alastair wouldn't see what it is, despite it being wrapped in paper and clearly wider than his shoulders. He walked toward the familiar drawing-room as Alastair closed the door and then followed inside.

Date night - or afternoon, to be exact - was a blessing from above. They were tired, and a bit on the edge, and wanted nothing else but to spend time with each other to calm their nerves. Dutiful enough students as they were, they spent weeks studying for exams throughout the last term. Thomas was positive he met his professor more than he met his partner.

The decore was fierce but welcoming - from the swords and stars flooring to the Damask wallpaper and Persian books lining the walls. If Thomas put his mind to expound how he felt in the little space, he'd choose warm. Sona certainly had a great taste for ornamentation. The long talks and cuddles he and Alastair shared in this room supplied a slight tint of tenderness to this place as well. Not that he'd tell Sona that.

"One sec," Alastair told his boyfriend and dashed up the stairs. Thomas observed him as he climbed the last of steps and vanished from view. He flopped on a regal blue armchair and relished in the scent of Rose petal tea and Persian treats. Delicately, he rested the present on the table, precisely in the middle. He adjusted it several times until it was exactly how he wanted it. It could be an odd sight - him putting something so gently with his big hands. He had half expected it to break down at the slightest touch.

"I hope it's not a hedgehog," he heard from the stairs. Turning around to see his boyfriend, Thomas was granted a nice surprise himself.

"I..." Thomas was not sure what happened to his vocal cords. Perhaps they, too, needed time to appreciate Alastair's looks. a line appeared in said man's forehead.

"Yes?"

"It's just, um, wow." He gestured helplessly to the wide, dark material on Alastair's body. A shirt he was sure got lost weeks ago. "Okay."

"What?" Alastair huffed. "It's big and comfy. I like watching movies with it."

"You regularly watch movies with it?" Thomas's eyes were wide and round as plates. If he checked his reflection in a mirror, he'd probably be welcomed with a dumbfounding look. Alastair stayed quiet on his part, his cheek flaming, and Thomas opened his arms wide. Alastair stared at him a little, considering, before pretending to be annoyed and striding toward the fair-haired man. He did not hesitate for a second, enveloping the shorter man into a hug.

As they hugged he leaned over to kiss his boyfriend, but just as he did, Alastair slipped away. The dark-haired man's gaze fell on the table and he examined the paper-wrapped item suspiciously. "What is it?"

"Not a hedgehog, that I can promise you." Thomas retorted, answering his previous question.

He gestured with a wide arc of his hand. Thomas's shirt was so enormous it reached the middle of his thighs and left a lot of spare fabric for the arms. "Good. It has no airways and I was afraid you choked a little hedgehog - or any animal - to death."

Thomas made a sad noise. "It almost happened. Just once! And we were at school back then!"

"Point still stands." Alastair insisted. He picked the surprise up and shook it a little. "It's a bit heavy."

Thomas sent his boyfriend a mischievous smile, drawing near him. He tapped on the oddly shaped surprise, relieved they took off the previous subject. "Are you all set?"

Eyes riveted on the oddly-shaped gift, Alastair nodded, and despite his attempt to hide it, the British boy could see he was curious. With contained pleasure, Thomas told him, "You can open it."

Before long, the wrapping paper was on the floor and Alastair lifted a small electric device. He inspected the device, and his expression turned into wonderment as he came to a realization.

"Is it..."

"Yup."

"Where did you get it?"

"A gay never tells his secrets."

"Bloody hell, Thomas," Alastair stared at him wide-eyed, which made Thomas crack a smile. He tried to keep his expression natural, but it was hard with how cute Alastair looked. He wasn't inclined to tell Alastair his sister, Barbara, gave it to him temporarily for the sake of the movie date. He was a little ashamed to admit it cost him ten of his sister's favorite cakes. More so since he told her he would figure it out on his own when she wanted to explain it to him, excusing himself quickly because he was already late to their date.

"Tom," Alastair repeated, "Where in the hell of this world and others did you find a projector?"

Thomas smiled. "I thought we could use it to watch a movie, it's mobile and the screen would be bigger than your laptop. Speaking of that, I can connect it to your laptop or my phone- " he trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck, looking at his boyfriend in the eye. "Do you like it?"

Alastair stared at him before imitating his large smirk from earlier. He moved closer to him and kissed his lips. "What are we waiting for?"

As it turned out, they were waiting for the realization of how to turn on the projector to strike Thomas. They were in the living room, Thomas fiddling with the electric device.

Alastair played with the extra fabric of the sleeves, flapping it back and forth in boredom. "We can just use the-"

"No, no," Thomas insisted. "I can make it work."

After botching with the projector for some time - "We really can just watch the movie on my laptop," Alastair gave up - Thomas drew back with a blissful smirk. "Got it!"

Alastair looked at the projector askance, phone at hand. Thomas raised his arm to the air in triumph. "I told you it will be no problem."

"Fine," Alastair conceded. "Now, movie?"

Thomas seated himself on the settee and downloaded a movie - Alastair urged Thomas to watch this one, an old one from 1930 he exclaimed to not see yet. Thomas doubted that (Alastair was an expert when it came to old films) but spoke nothing about it since it made Alastair content. The latter went upstairs without an explanation, and Thomas had nothing to do so he opened his chat with Barbara, blaming her for not teaching him how to use the projector despite the fact he dismissed her offer to explain earlier. It wasn't her fault, yet a part of him felt mildly proud as he wrote, I managed on my own even though you abandoned me to be humiliated in front of my bf.

Alastair emerged from the stairs for the second time since Thomas came over that day. He held a speaker in a hand each and explained without seeing his boyfriend's wondering countenance. "Cordelia's. We need to also hear the movie, don't we?"

"There were sound films back then?"

"Yeah," he replied, "It couldn't be done for the whole film, and there were many problems that got fixed later. But I like it whether it has sound or not, and we've seen even older ones so I don't think it's a problem."

"Oh," Thomas nodded. "I didn't know we need speakers."

"Thankfully, I'm at your rescue." he prided himself, connecting the speakers smoothly.

"Is there something you aren't good at?" then the tall boy smirked with realization. "You searched it online right now, didn't you?"

"No," Alastair refused to look at him. He set on the couch, pushing his legs against his chest and looping his arms around them. He avoided Thomas's gaze. "Maybe."

"That's a very old movie, I would have expected it to be just black and white either way. I probably wouldn't have noticed if it had or hadn't any Soundtrack."

"Understandable, but yet, how dare you?" Alastair stuck his lower lip out and feigned hurt in his voice. "After all the time we've been watching films together?"

Thomas got startled and swiped his neck in his boyfriend's direction. "You sound like a guy from some teen drama."

"Joke on you, I fit the role perfectly," Alastair countered. "And It's not my fault the human race gets excited by flashing lights and exploding sounds effects."

"The rest of humanity simply prefer movies with color and sound, it's easier to understand what's going on this way."

"Well, the rest of humanity isn't capable of understanding the beauty in those movies. I rest my case."

He ducked his head in mock surrender. "You clearly the superior when it comes to ancient movies and understanding humanity."

"Are you making fun of me or complimenting me?"

Thomas bit his inner cheek. "Maybe both."

"They use color and sound but back then you truly needed the talent to express what's going on." Alastair's eyes glinted like shiny obsidian, excitement clear on his face. "It makes them so damn better than modern ones."

"The rest of humanity just doesn't have a good taste in movies, then," Thomas joked, and Alastair nodded. "They do not."

"I wasn't serious."

"And I cannot see untruth here." He turned to look at the screen displayed in front of them. Thomas went to make popcorn, and as he returned Alastair spoke up. "You gave this thing so much attention earlier, I started to get a little jealous here." he pointed at the projector.

Thomas laughed as he fell on the couch next to Alastair, limply laying his hand on the back of the sofa. "Yes, it was a fair fight, I must admit."

"Well, I won, so obviously I'm better."

"Comparing yourself to an inanimate object is quite odd."

"Not hugging your boyfriend when you having a movie night is quite odd."

Thomas obeyed with no protest, starting the movie.

At a certain scene in the movie, Alastair's nails dug into his skin. Thomas knew that if he checked, there would be marks left. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arm around his side, trapping Alastair between his chest and arm. "Are you half a cat?"

The dark-skinned man turned to look at Thomas, tilting up his head. It wasn't comfortable but he kept his eyes on Thomas. "No. I'm half Persian."

Thomas made a surprised laugh, spared him a bemused look, at turned his attention back to the movie.

Thomas's phone buzzed once, twice, twenty times. He apologized to Alastair and pulled out his phone, seeing he received multiple messages in his private chats with James, Christopher, and Matthew. All of them asked him to enter the group chat. He clicked on the group chat of the thieves (including some honorary thieves such as Anna, Cordelia, and Lucie). The photo of the chat was one taken during one of their outdoors shenanigans, portraying Lucie, Thomas, and Matthew. The three used Lucie's strands of brown hair to feign mustaches on their faces.

He remembered fondly James taking the photo, barely holding back his laughter from how fitting it looked while Anna was straight out cracking on the floor. As he browsed through 126 messages from the last five minutes, he figured out what his friends were chaotic about. He exhaled, exasperated, and wrote a reply while Alastair glanced at him. The Spanish boy became very proficient throughout the years when it came to exasperated sighs.

THE MERRY THIEVES

Thomas: (17:54) THIS is why you interrupt me in the middle of my date??

Kit: (17:54) U never know until U know

Math: (17:54) They're right Tom!

Lucie: (17:55) @Thomas_Lightwood I want to hear everything later about your date! exhaustively!!

Jamie: (17:55) Lucie, what were we talking about yesterday?

Lucie: (17:55) Not to steal Christopher's lemon tarts. You're no fun, btw.

Kit: (17:55) WAIT

Kit: (17:55) IT WAS U?

Math: (17:56) Thomas, this is the top important stuff we need ur help with! Be a good giant and help ur darling besties

Thomas: (17:56) Darlings from hell, you mean.

Math: (17:56) same thing ;)

Anna: (17:56) Kit stop sulking

Kit: (17:56) How do you know I'm sulking?

Anna: (17:57) older sister superpowers

Kit: (17:57) My precious lemon tarts...

Thomas: I thought it might be something important, you guys!!

Lucie: U shouldn't have so high expectations, it's on u

Lucie: @KitTheCat I'll insert a new character named after u in my next chapter of The Beautiful Cordelia as an apology

James: Just to kill him the next one?

Matthew: Sry not sry but you chose the wrong friends if you thought we wouldn't drag you to argue what pizza type is better~

Matthew: choose n if u write classic pizza Ill come to ur bf's home and do unruly stuff

Cordelia: NOPE YOU WON'T.

Lucie was writing a retort as Thomas sighed out loud and Alastair peeked at his boyfriend's phone and read the latest messages. He reached his hand and Thomas looked at him in bewilderment. The half-Persian man rolled his eyes and grabbed Thomas's phone, then started to type on the screen.

"What are you doing?" Thomas asked.

"Typing."

Thomas fought the urge to roll his eyes. Alastair really was rubbing off on him. When he finished his message, Alastair pressed sent then returned the phone to its rightful owner. His hazel-colored eyes swiftly read Alastair's message: It's Alastair. Thomas is too nice to say it, so I will. Piss off and let us have our date.

He caught a glimpse of replies as well -James writing 'rude' and Matthew sending the devil emoji. Christopher was typing but Alastair didn't let Thomas dwell on the chat and rather pressed the button on the side of his phone and the screen went black.

"You don't seem regretful," Thomas noted. He slipped back into a more prosperous position, this time wrapping his arms around the shorter man.

"Obviously," Alastair laughed, and the sound tore a smile on Thomas's face inadvertently. "You need to feel remorse to be regretful."

"Even if the result is Matthew coming over and interrupting our date?"

"He wouldn't dare," Alastair promised. "Risa would kick him out if he even thought of making a mess."

His boyfriend suddenly felt like he was being watched, and spotted Risa appearing from the corridor. She glanced at the two of them with a grave expression before proceeding to the kitchen. Thomas wondered whether the elderly aunt of Alastair knew they spoke about her. Admitting only to himself, he was slightly creeped out. "This woman has supernatural powers, I swear."

"Wouldn't be surprised," the dark-haired boy agreed. "Remember the time all you four came here in the middle of the night to lift Cordelia's spirits when she told James about our father?"

Thomas winced as if he ate something spoiled. "Yes." he conceded. It was not the best of nights for them. They stole his uncle Gabriel's car - "it runs in the family," James told him as he turned on the engine - and tried to sneak into the Carstairs house. Unfortunate for them, Risa somehow awakened and spared no steps at ensuring the 'intruder' would regret and rue their choice for the rest of their days. It involved some very pointed kitchen knives, tea, and books. It didn't sound scary when he told others, but all four of them knew a true fright that night. Someone could have gotten hurt if not for Ms. Carstairs waking up and helping them, and scolding them as well. That night on, they never came to the Carstairs house unannounced.

"You really deserved it, though." the boy mused.

"Thanks for the warm words," He replied dryly.

"You welcome," Receiving a brilliant smile from Alastair made Thomas eager to make it occur again. It also swept him off his feet and involved the appearance of a warm feeling he could never quite name. But back to the topic, he was not giving up the light banter.

"Matthew swears he managed to climb to the third floor once, to talk with Cordelia. So we thoughts we could do it again."

"All of you, unnoticed?" Alastair's special look made him slightly nervous to admit that, er, yes, all four of them. He spilled it out of his lips and Alastair made a dramatic huff.

"Your friends are morons," Alastair noted.

"I'm around them, doesn't it mean you consider me a moron too?"

"Hmpf," Alastair turned his head to Thomas. "No. Luckily for you, I am your saving grace. My boyfriend can't be a moron."

"Huh, so Jamie and Math and kit-"

"Christopher is not included. They have some real smarts inside their head."

"And you sure you didn't like them chiefly because of me?"

Alastair shoved his hand into Thomas's cheek, making the latter chuckle. "Not everything's about you, Lightwood."

"Whatever you say," Thomas grinned at him. "I still got to choose the next movie."

"What's this for?" Thomas didn't complain and indulged in the offered hug. He wrapped his arms around the smaller body, taking in his scent and comfortable pressure against him.

"You're too hugable," his dark-haired boyfriend countered back.

"Same can be said about you, Mi Cielo."

He made a small noise. "Not the same. You're warm and huge and your smell is nice."

"You like my smell?" Thomas pulled away to look at Alastair, who groaned.

"Don't make it weird, Lightwood."

"Haha," He moved his hands to Alastair's waist, squeezing lightly. "I don't give a damn about weird, we're both weird." He tightened his grip and tugged him closer. The fair-haired boy pulled his boyfriend to sit on his lap, firmly close to one another. They could feel each other's warmth radiate from the clothes.

In the past, Alastair would stay away from anything even slightly close to 'weird'. In an effort to fit in, he tried to get rid of the layers of his 'weirdness', as Thomas called it. Liking musicals, talking in his mother tongue, his dark features. Anything that'd shove him into the spotlight and harden his attempt to fit in. Now he celebrated it. Because this is what made him Alastair Carstairs and not someone else. If he patted himself on the shoulder for that, Alastair would say he earned it.

"Yeah, we're both weird."

Thomas nodded in agreement. "Yes, but classic weird."

Alastair glared at his boyfriend. "How is that make anything better?" His boyfriend shrugged, then a bzz! sent him to check his phone. Ignoring Alastair's scowl from being on the phone again, he smiled brightly. Curiously, Alastair inquired, "What is it?"

"My mother sent me a new recipe and asked if I want to bake it together."

"Ugh, you're such a nerd," the dark-haired boy rolled his eyes.

"You're a nerd too though!" Thomas lifted his arms like he was on a roller coaster at high speed. It was out of frustration, but the sight was amusing still.

"Yes, but you're a baking nerd."

"And? You're a theatre nerd." He let his hands fall to his sides, before relocating again to rest around Alastait's middle part.

"But on levels of nerdiness, baking nerd is inferior to theatre nerd." Alastair insisted.

"Um," Thomas pressed his forefinger on his chin. "Nope."

"You can't just 'nope' it. That's a fact."

"It is very much not!" Thomas cried.

They compromised on even levels of coolness in the end, much to Alastair's dismay. His boyfriend played with his fingers absentmindedly, and Thomas felt contact and relaxed more than he had for days. Exams season has been taking a toll on him, and he fell to his bed exhausted almost every night, managing only to send Alastair a poor ' G'night' message before drifting off to sleep.

He knew it was hard on Alastair, perhaps even greater than for him. The stress caused by studies and exams was weighing on him worse, sometimes, causing him to have more bad days with neither his sister, mother nor Thomas succeeding to lift his spirits. The harrowing homelife Alastair was used to improved immensely, but the scars were stubborn and he still reacted badly when he felt things were out of his control. Thomas had struggled too, struggling to ask for help due to his fear of becoming a burden. It's something he's been working on, and one he believed he had progressed in.

He recalled a day he was buried under work and struggled to ask his roommate to do as simply as to buy groceries instead of him. If he was sick on a school day, he felt ashamed and unwilling to ask someone to take care of him. But it was something he put work in changing, and Alastair had been working on his own struggles too.

That's why he was so giddy to see Alastair, tranquil and comfortable, playing with his fingers as the movie got to its end. A couple of times Alastair found him staring, and despite Alastair's 'what?'s and his own furious flush, he couldn't take his eyes off his boyfriend.

"I'm glad the exam session is over," Thomas confessed and dipped the back of his head in the soft material of the settee.

"So am I," Alastair agreed.

"We could do things couples do again, instead of drowning in assignments."

The dark-haired nodded. "Like cooking in the kitchen and getting covered in flour, or listening to music with the same headphones."

"Like stargazing on a rooftop," Thomas's Hazel eyes glinted, "Or wearing your partner's hoodies-" he cut off and blushed deeply. Alastair, as the menace he is, wasted no time to tease Thomas.

"Do you suggest I should steal more of your hoodies?" The amusement was evident on his boyfriend's face.

"I mean, er, I have no refrain, I just came up with ideas, although I do need the shirt you're wearing back eventually -"

Alastair shut his boyfriend up with a kiss. "I can arrange that," he said, grinning when they pulled away. Thomas managed to change into an even deeper shade of red. Alastair laughed at that. "Not that you can fit into my hoodies, you're too enormous for that. So I guess it's up to me to save our relationship from being without any clothing thefts."

"You look cute in my shirt," Thomas declared, tilting his head to the side with a smile, cheeks burning as his eyes darted to the enormous top Alastair was wearing.

"I-" his boyfriend abruptly stooped, and Thomas gave him a quizzical look. He grimaced. "You take that back. I'm not cute."

"You're fucking adorable," he stood his ground, and miraculously avoided the pillow thrown at him by Alastair, who twisted in his place on his lap for that.

"Take," he tried again, Thomas defending himself with his hands and starting to laugh. "That," he launched again, flying the pillow straight into Thomas's cackling face. "Back," Alastair stopped with a satisfied smile when Thomas raised his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay." He made sure to cross his fingers before he muttered, "You're not cute."

"Thank you very much." Alastair flopped into the seat next to him, cuddling Thomas's side. His smile didn't leave for several minutes until Thomas casually started talking.

"You know," he said cautiously, "I thought 'bout something."

"What is it?" Alastair turned to look at him.

Thomas understood they shouldn't be nervous because they've done that before, anyway. "What about a double date?"

His boyfriend furrowed his brow. "Us, Genie, and Kami?"

"No." Thomas returned. "Us. your sister and Jamie."

Alastair's expression immoderately darkened. "I cannot manage a double date with my sister and James," Alastair sniffed. "They are sickeningly soppy."

He wanted to go out with Thomas. He's anticipated him to suggest it and imagined them going for long walks and eating in restaurants, talking so long they closed down the restaurant. Perhaps, going to the zoo and pointing out all the animals that caught their eyes, arguing about whether they should be safer there than in the open. Eating ice cream so cold they'd have a brain freeze, cuddling together at Thomas's room and talking about anything and nothing.

He certainly did not imagine enduring the pain in the arse that is a double date with his sister and Herondale. Was it someone he could get along with, be it, but why see his younger sister making heart eyes at James Herondale?

Thomas raised an eyebrow, "And what are we?"

"They are being mawkish," Alastair scoffed. "Our relationship is clearly mature."

For the sake of the banter, he replied, "Saying you, who's sprawled all over me on the sofa and fought with me for 5 minutes whether to put sprinkles on the popcorn or not."

Alastair twisted in his place and raised a finger toward him. "That's things adults do. Simply not in public."

"Yeah, yeah," Thomas rolled his eyes. "Old cold reputation. You can't be seen being amicable."

Alastair scrunched his nose, and Thomas, like always, found it adorable. " That, and I can't stand seeing her staring like a lovesick fool at your little friend."

"Knew it. You are just afraid to see how lovesick fools we are looking in people's eyes when in public."

"Why do I date you again?"

"Why wouldn't you let it go?" Alastair complained, making a face at Thomas.

"For how long would you postpone it? After we graduate? After your sister gets married?"

"Don't be silly," Alastair grumbled and wrinkled his nose. His mouth was twisted downsides. Despite being on natural terms with Herondale, he was not nearly a 'friend'. Cordelia and Thomas wanted them to, of course. Yet he fitted more the category of someone Alastair'd like to pretend didn't exist. If he didn't know better, he would feel a sting of guilt for his disinterest. But he did, and he had no appetite for a perfectly polite, fake, James that was presented for him. Not agitated to spend time with him, Alastair shook his head harshly.

Thomas looked determined, and he knew it meant he was doomed. When Thomas was truly stubborn about something, not a single thing could possibly stop him. Curse Lightwood's tenaciousness. He offered more ideas they could do for dates, all failing to convince Thomas to give up on it.

Despondent to escape his fate, Alastair remarked, "We could have your car, drive around the city, I'll take care and make something to eat," he hoped it'll persuade Thomas. "Just the two of us. All day. Don't you find it much nicer?"

Thomas observed his boyfriend with squinted eyes for a couple of seconds. "Nice try," he commented. "But it won't work."

"What with-" Alastair continued a moment later with a shrug. He ran out of ideas. "Alright, I dunno."

"You give up?"

Alastair didn't answer, just got off Thomas's lap and made some distance between them. He crossed his arms and turned his face away. There were a few moments he felt Thomas just stare at him.

Thomas tugged his - Thomas's own - hoodie lightly. When Alastair still didn't reply, He asked softly, sadly, "Are you mad?"

Alastair sighed. "Let's not ruin a perfectly fine movie night," he decided.

"Babe-"

"It's such a dull nickname," muttered Alastair dryly. "Can we talk about how Persian is the superior language when comes to endearments?"

"And dramatics," Thomas added, making Alastair hide his smirk.

"And dramatics."

"So no babe? You haven't protested until now." He left the other conversation, but Alastair knew he'd talk about it later. Thomas mused, and he made a little pout that made Alastair's heart race a little bit faster. He jumped from 'I am angry with you' to 'you're my light and happiness' real quick, he had to admit to himself.

"Okay, babe is not so awful." Alastair conceded. "I just like it when you call me in other names, as well."

Thomas smirked. Closing the distance between them again, he put his hand in Alastair's and squeezed. "Is that true, ātashé del-am?" He batted his lashes, with a sly smirk on his face.

Alastair made a sound deep from his throat. "You're impossible."

It was getting dark, and Alastair knew his family will return soon. They put another movie to play and kept quiet for the first half of the movie. Alastair considered it a feat.

He trailed a path on Alastair's ear, brushing his fingers against his earlobe and helix piercing. The Spanish boy knew his boyfriend loved it when he did it.

He pecked his lips and lolled in the settee. His boyfriend was so beautiful. Alastair stopped the movie - not a too long one, as all old movies were rather short.

He shifted, leaning his hands on Thomas's shoulders as he turned to face him. "What was that for?"

"Um," Thomas murmured.

"Yes?"

"It's not my fault, alright? my boyfriend is outstanding", Thomas mumbled and his eyes wandered off from Alastair's eyes to somewhere lower on his face. On another occasion, he might've been mad to get to stop the movie. But he felt a great need to kiss Thomas, so he did.

It took them some time to return to watching the movie. Alastair was snugged into Thomas, once again resting on his lap and against his chest. Thomas's arms were wrapped around him lazily, his chin on Alastair's shoulders.

"So..." Alastair turned to look at Thomas. "We'll have the double date?"

"No." There was no true resistance in his voice.

"I may or may not have settled it already."

"Thomas!"

Thomas apologized, and Alastair couldn't get mad at those puppy eyes for long. He didn't like his partner didn't ask him first, not at all. But he wanted to enjoy the movie, so he let it slide for now.

The rest of the movie passed calmly. Alastair took Thomas's arm captive, caressing his inked tattoo lightly. It made Thomas hard to concentrate on the movie, although he tried.

"I really like you," Thomas confessed.

"I suppose it's the case since we're dating for almost a year." Alastair quipped. Then, in a quieter tone, "We haven't had a real date in weeks. I'm glad we got to have this."

Thomas laughed softly. "I'm happy when you're happy."

It was silent for a couple of minutes before he felt Thomas looking at him and turned his gaze at him. Their faces were close, and Thomas rested his chin on Alastair's shoulder prior to that. he could see the dreamy look in his eyes. Chuckling, he wondered out loud, "What?"

Thomas shyly conceded, "We haven't had a date in weeks, and I can't tell you how much I missed it. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. I love you."

His voice was soft, like warm pudding, and it made Alastair dizzy for a moment. He gaped at his boyfriend, with a small gentle whisper, "Sheeren-am," out of his otherwise shocked expression. Thomas smiled brilliantly at him.

He felt his face stretch to mimic Thomas's, and he could only let out what everyone would say in this situation: "Don't fall asleep during the movie."

They fell asleep during the movie.

They must have zoned out, for the next time Thomas opened his eyes it was dark outside. He groaned quietly, moving in his place on the settee, freezing when he felt a comforting weight against him. It took him a moment to understand what he saw. A smile crept up his face, as he took in the sleeping form of his lover. They've slept in the same bed before, finding the presence of the other soothing and comforting. It brought them comfort of the kind they never knew they sought.

Alastair, asleep, basically on him, wasn't so startling to him. What was weird, the realization dawned on him, was the blanket wrapped around them.

Had Alastair gotten it? he didn't feel him move at all. He checked the clock and stared in amazement at the little needle pointing it was already 10:30 pm. He was supposed to be home by ten.

And the dark-haired boy said his mother would be home by 10 pm.

He tried to move as little as possible, grabbing his phone that was tossed next to them on the couch. He texted his parents, who called him while he was asleep. He sent them a message not to worry about him, which was replied to after mere seconds with a relieved yet disappointed reply from his mother. He sighed to himself and caught in the corner of his eyes a movement. Alastair stirred, and Thomas stopped in his tracks.

He didn't want to wake the boy, who admitted to him was struggling to sleep well at night. Long moments passed, but Alastair must have been exhausted before because he didn't open his starless-night brilliant eyes. He was still in a deep slumber and the Spanish boy exhaled. He slowly put his phone down after he sent his mother where he would stay the night, still looking at Alastair, worried every movement of his would make the other boy awaken.

He was fixed on Alastair, so much so he never noticed the figure leaning against the doorframe on the side of the room. Not until she made a low chuckle. Thomas swiftly threw his head toward the woman, taking in Sona's smiling face. It wasn't a broad smile - but a small, kind one, that fitted her motherly expression. His eyes widened and his cheeks felt warm as he smiled weakly and sleepily at his partner's mother.

Sona's eyebrows raised up a bit, but the pleasant smile remained. She glanced at Alastair and then back at Thomas. Then, unexpectedly, she pressed a finger against her lips, eyes sparkling with amusement. Thomas got the message, and he couldn't help the grin that tugged at the sides of his mouth. He nodded and adjusted the blanket, sinking back into the Settee and the warmth of Alastair next to him. Cuddled against Alastair, he heard Sona's soft singing echoing in the house, accompanying him as he dove back into blissful dreams.

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