8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
Tony kissed him gently, still only half-dressed. "We don't have to tell anybody."
"You want to keep," Gordon began but trailed off, visibly uncertain how he ought to phrase the happenings of last night.
"First evening we didn't end with an argument," Tony said, trying to keep his voice casual even as he worried Gordon would say no, would reject him now that they'd come so far already. "Must be doing something right, no?"
"Even if we kept it a secret," Gordon said pensively, "Peter would find out."
Tony reached for Gordon carefully, moving closer so they were holding each other.
"Peter's not a fucking wizard, he wouldn't find out," he said.
"Peter always finds things out," Gordon said, but allowed Tony the closeness, Gordon's own hands moving to hesitantly settle on Tony's hips.
"Sod Peter," Tony said.
"Yes," Gordon agreed and leaned in slowly, his eyes flicking back and forth between Tony's mouth and Tony's eyes, as if they'd never done this before, and then finally, their mouths meeting in a kiss.
7.
They still fought afterwards, they fought often and about stupid, irrelevant things and about big and important things, and Tony would have his ego bruised by a comment or Gordon would get frustrated with the irrationality of the disagreement and raise his voice. They fought and jealousy tinged some arguments now, as if Gordon's universe didn't still centre around Tony and vice versa, as if they didn't still mean a world to each other, as if they weren't still everything to one another in a way that was almost strange, almost a little cruel.
But they also grew comfortable with one another, tenderness overwhelming each touch, and stupidly passionate with each other still, even as years had gone on and Gordon had graduated and all of their friends knew, in an open secret that everybody but them regarded as childish.
It didn't magically become simple between them, as much as they might've hoped, but it did become easier somehow, more honest somehow, and less troubled, each argument still containing the undercurrent of care. It was more pronounced, and signalled that it couldn't simply end between them. They couldn't just walk away.
The feeling ran too deep.
-fin-
Author's notes: God how I struggled on how to end this. The thing is, could write these two forever but it's essentially be boring pointless plotless crap that goes around in circles. I'd hate to repeat myself consciously.
Oh and the title very pretentiously takes after the title of the original hug-a-hoodie!fic, from the Cure song "If only tonight we could sleep", one lyric begins "if only tonight" and ends "we could fall" blah blah: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/cure/if+only+tonight+we+could+sleep_10074035.html
Hope you enjoyed. :)
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oh my god this is a thing of great beauty
it's like everything TB/GB was always meant to be. I lovelovelove the emotions between them and he perhaps was in love with Gordon Brown and how Tony goes about breaching the topic with Gordon. And the way Tony is soooo confident in his straightness while Gordon is more hesitant is totally my fanon for them.
Also, HOTNESS. As the anon who posted the loliticssecret about hot!young!Gbro, there were nommy mental images goin' on here. Also, you should definitely write these two forever, yes pls.
Ugh I could go on and on and on about how much I adore this fic but I'll give it a rest now. IN CONCLUSION: I LOVE YOU AUTHORANON.
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