Fic: Romantic Plotting
Hi, lovies! This is my Valentine's Day present for you guys :) I have another Valentines fic planned, but no idea if it'll be finished on time? So at least there's this! Because I love you guys!
Super fluffy, also. Because it's Valentine's day! I wrote this on my itouch while taking the bus/skytrain out to Coquitlam, so if there are any stupid typos, it's because I suck at touchscreens. I'm a blackberry person, all the way.
Title: Romantic Plotting
Rating: NC17, but 's just language
Pairing: Duncs/Seabs
Summary: Brent has a plan for Valentine's day.
Brent has never been a fan of Valentine’s Day before, mostly because it seems to exist just to mock him. For the three years Duncan was with Kelly, February fourteenth seemed only to exist to remind Brent - as if he really needed a reminder- that Duncan loved someone, and that someone was not him. That someone wasn't even remotely like him, in fact., and he never did decide if that made it worse- he wasn't even close- or better -if she was anything like him, it'd be insult to injury, to be that close and not have it.
Either way, though. Kelly's been gone since the beginning of the season. Brent never got the details, but Duncan doesn't seem to miss her too much. He's been kind of on edge, nervous maybe, but doesn't seem to ever spare a thought for her, and he’s probably worried about their games, anyways.
Brent wasn't sure how to take this, but now Valentine’s day is tomorrow, and Duncan hasn't been seeing anyone and that's not like him, and, well, Brent's mind is known to put pieces from different puzzles together to get the picture he wants.
Valentine’s day. His plan has to work, because how could it not?
His first attempt, well, it doesn't work, to put it lightly.
"So," Brent says, while Duncan waits for the frost to melt off his windshield. Brent's been practicing this all morning, it can't go wrong. "Valentine’s day is tomorrow."
"Mmhmm" Duncan turns the heat higher, then tries the windshield wipers even though Brent’s explained to him a million times that that doesn't work.
"Got plans?"
"Who would I have plans with, exactly?" Duncan arches an eyebrow, looks at him quizzically. Brent has no answer, mostly because the question wasn't part of his plan, so he hurtles on as if Duncan hadn’t said anything.
"We should, uh," this always happens to him, words just up and disappear and he can't find them, and it's always got to do with Duncan. "Do dinner."
"Sure," Duncan says, still messing with the wipers, "I think some of the guys were gonna do something, we'll go with them."
"Um.” Brent had meant this to go differently. Duncan was supposed to say "as a date?" and Brent would say "if you want it to be" and then, well, things got sort of dirty in his head, and he can't be blamed for that, because Duncan's the attractive one here, so it's his fault entirely.
Except now they're going out with the guys. Not on a date.
Well, Brent is nothing if not brilliant. He has a plan B.
Plan B almost gets laughed right out of the locker room.
Maybe taping a paper heart to Duncan's locker was a bad idea. Brent blames the high school-y movie he watched last night. And the beer. And he may have been sulking about the date he didn’t get. He blames that too. Bad combination.
"You've got a secret admirer," Sharpie announces to Duncan when they come in. Brent goes to his locker, tries to look innocent.
"What?" Duncan looks at Sharpie like this entire concept is completely foreign to him. Over at his own locker, Brent focuses on getting his gear on intently.
"Check it out," Sharpie points and Duncan laughs.
"Probably meant to stick it on yours," he says.
“If it was meant for me, I’d probably have been dipped in gold,” Sharpie grins.
“Oh, really, definitely not seeing any of those around. Guess no one likes you that much.”
They probably would have kept laughing about it had Kaner not been suddenly useful and exclaimed "dude" loudly. Brent looks over next to him, where Patrick is standing. There was a heart on his locker too, and, Brent hates to admit, it’s a lot better than his. Neater, for one. And red, not white printer paper.
"What?" Brent asks, grateful for the distraction from his total failure. Duncan was supposed to instantly hope it was from him, not assume it wa meant for someone else.
"Um," Kane's turning sort of pink, and he looks insanely hopeful. Brent leans in to read it; it says I've wanted you to be mine every Valentine’s day since we've met, and every other day in between. It doesn't make sense, but you never do anyways, and I guess it’s rubbed off on me.
There's no name, but pat's staring across the locker room at Jon.
"Is it-" Patrick says, this tone that entirely unlike him, all soft and hopeful and small. Jon gives him this coy little smile, and Brent grabs his stick and leaves before he can see what he wanted to happen to him happen to them. Because fuck them, seriously, why didn't it work like that for him?
He grabs a puck from the bench, starts shooting at the goal, maybe harder than necessary and doesn't look up when he hears skates.
"Forgot this," Duncan says, holding out Brent's helmet. "what's up?"
“Nothing."
"You uh- well they didn't notice, wouldn't have notices a meteor- but you seemed sorta pissed off?" Duncan scrapes his skate blade against the ice, "you, uh, not okay with-" he looks somewhere between worried and unhappy so Brent cuts him off.
"Fuck, no, it's about time they got together," Brent says, because the idea of him not being okay with their teammates getting together is just laughable, if in a really ironic way. "Just, you know. Getting’ a headache from how loud everyone was."
"Ah." the silence here is so big, all around them, the locker room feels miles away. "Sure you're good to practice?"
"Yeah," Brent says, even though, no, not really.
"Cool" Duncan taps Brent’s shin with his stick, and then the other guys are arriving and it's loud again.
Brent has a plan C, which he also blames on last night's planning circumstances, which involved too much beer and sappy high school movie drama and sulking. Whatever, though, he can't exactly take it back now, seeing as he set it up earlier. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, anyways.
Brent follows Duncan to the parking lot, and it snowed a little while they were playing. The cars are covered in a fine layer of snow, and so is the rose Brent stuck under Duncan's windshield wiper.
"Huh" he hears as he goes to the passenger side. Duncan gets into the car, frosty rose in hand. "Who has a car like mine?"
This was not the question Brent had been expecting.
"Um. Corey does. "
"Musta mistook it for his," Duncan shrugs. And that's that, because Brent's life seriously sucks. A lot. Duncan was supposed to wonder who was so smitten with him, and then hope it was Brent.
"Where're we all going tonight?" Duncan asks as he drives out of the lot.
"Dunno. Think I might bail anyhow. "
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmm. Tired as hell."
Duncan drops him off at home, because there's no way Brent is going to spend Valentine’s day torturing himself. He's just not. He gets enough of that every day.
He has no Plan D, because he didn't think he would fail that many times.
"Where's Seabs?"
Years ago, Duncan used to protest this, that everyone could only see him as a package deal, but he doesn't anymore. They were right, after all. He's not himself unless he's with Seabs, and without him, feels unbalanced. After all, people only say it because they are always together, and that, that’s because Duncan wouldn’t want it any other way.
"Home," Duncan says to Corey, who opened the door. "Had a headache."
In the living room, he finds almost half the team, which just goes to show that single-ness is contagious. Before he can sit down, he's pulled into the kitchen. It's Jon, which is both surprising and unsurprising.
"Shouldn't you be-" he waves a hand, as if to somehow indicate an area between wining and dining Kaner and doing filthy things with Kaner I really don’t want to think about.
"We're just stopping by," Jon says, indicating Patrick, who's arguing with some teammates. "Look, about Seabs this morning-"
"It's ok, don't worry about him." Duncan says, "he's fine with it. Was just having a bad morning. " Jon looks at Duncan like he doesn't know where to start. Duncan’s familiar with this look.
"Of course I'm not worried," Jon says, "and, why bad, according to you?"
Duncan ignores the weird phrasing. "Headache, he said."
"Uh-huh. And dude, why would I worry about Seabs, of all guys, being not okay with us?" he stares at Duncan , and then gets this alarmingly surprised look on his face. "fuck, Duncan"
"What?"
"Nothing,” Jon lies, obviously.
"Yeah, ok. I'm not blind, tazer"
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm fucking sure"
"Doubt that"
"How the hell could I-"
He is blind.
Suddenly, Duncan is seeing the last two days over again, and everything he missed, how could he have missed it?
The crushed look on Brent's face when Duncan said they should meet up with the guys. The way he'd stormed out of the locker room when Tazer and Kaner got together. The kicked-puppy look in the car after practice. Skipping the get-together with the guys. The dinner suggestion, the card, the rose, fuck, Duncan is blind.
Duncan stops, can't think anymore because he knows this has been going on a lot longer than just two days.
"Oh, fuck." he breathes. "I can't believe- I missed it, all of it- see you later," he says to Tazer and leaves him there, all but runs out the door.
Okay, it's not like Brent is about to get on a plane to Paris and he needs to get to the airport before the flight boards, ( he's definitely let Brent control the remote too much, it's official) - but Duncan still rushes to get to him. Once at Brents door, he knocks until it opens.
"Hi," Brent looks mildly surprised to see him, "got bored without me there?"
"I am so fucking stupid, Seabs."
"Oookay" Brent lets him into the apartment, staring. "And why..?"
"You, today, everything, was you, and I didn't, until, in the kitchen, and-"
"What?"
Duncan takes a breath. Then two. And three. He has no idea what to say, suddenly worried he's wrong, so wrong.
"I don't like Valentine’s day" he sighs at last.
"Well, me neither." That stings, and Duncan really hates himself now.
"I'm never with who I want for it," Duncan says. Brent arches an eyebrow.
"I thought you'd be more the anti-commercialism type and hate it because of that."
"Brent!"
"Jesus, what?" Brent goes into the living room and Duncan follows. Sure enough, Brent had been watching one of his godawful Lifetime movies. Duncan sits beside him on the couch, tries to think how to say it.
"You were trying to ask me out on a date" Duncan finally says. Brent says nothing, doesn't move. "And I just- now- its all- everything's ruined." Brent's shoulders slump at that, and he doesn't look up.
"Sorry," he says, this voice that Duncan never wants to hear again, so broken and sorry and hurt.
"No! No, I meant- I should have gotten it! I was stupid Seabs, I didn't get it"
"It's okay, just, pretend it never happened. It's fine. "
"Brent!"
"Why do you keep yelling at me? I'm sorry, I am," Brent says, and God, he looks so hurt and apologetic and kissable in that moment.
"No, I mean- fuck, this is all going wrong, I don't-" every word makes Brent look closer to just crying, so Duncan stops talking. He pulls Brent closer and kisses him instead, no words needed. Brent's movements tell him everything in return, the way his hands fist in Duncan's shirt, the little breathy moans that escape him.
"I'm sorry I didn't see it," Duncan says once they've parted, Brent's hands still clenching his shirt. "I'd just given up on it ever happening so long ago that it didn't even register as possible."
"Worst valentine ever," Brent sighs, but he’s grinning, so bright.
"You know what, you suck at romance."
"Me? I did flowers and a card and everything!"
"I guess," Duncan grins, can't help it, "I'll be a better one next year"
"You better be. But I'm not doing all that girly shit again"
"Were you watching-"
"Don't even fucking say it"
"Hey, I thought it was all nice , very romantic"
"You didn't even get it"
"I do now". Duncan leans in, kisses him gently and it's all he can do not to start crying from happiness because he gets to do this every day now, it's really happening. This is what he thought about, a million variations of this. The day he met the motormouth guy with bright blue eyes and spiky hair who didn’t leave his side, who made having a constant companion feel natural, made every day before him feel suddenly unbalanced. The nights Kelly slept in his arms, too fragile, too small, lacking the casually presented intense compassion, the flippant humour, the ready-to-get-in-trouble smile. The road trips, the flights, the bus rides, next to each other on the bench, on the ice, in airplanes and on couches and in cars, together all the time. He’s wanted to kiss Brent so bad, have Brent for his own, wanted Brent to want him, and here they are, a place he never thought even existed.
“You know,” Brent says, “Plan D was totally to get you to come to me. This was all part of my plan.”
“Plan D for Duncan?”
“That was so pathetic, it wasn’t even funny.”
“I thought it was funny!”
“You think anything’s funny. Your pathetic-ness meter is broken.”
“My awesome meter’s fine, though.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Because I know you’re awesome.”
“Okay,” Brent laughs, “that was pathetically sappy, too. But acceptable.”
“You know, only you would have Plans A through C for Valentine’s day. Plotting is unromantic.”
“Plotting is so romantic. Did you not see that Plan D just worked out perfectly?”
Duncan shakes his head, leans in to kiss Brent a few more times, because he can do that now, and it’ll never get old, because it’s so amazing. He wouldn't want it any other way, just wants Brent, even if he does things like plot for Valentines day. Then again, that's just part of what Duncan loves about him.
"Brent- I really am sorry I missed it, everything. So much."
"It's okay." Brent smiles at him, so bright, "I'll let you make it up to me."
“Okay, someone like you should not be allowed to say that.”
Brent just grins at him, like this is the best thing in the world that could have happened, like he’s just gotten everything he wants, and Duncan knows that look. Not just because he knows Brent so, so well, but because he feels like that, too. He’s always shared everything with Brent; he should have figured it out, it should have been obvious - they’re meant to share this amazing, world-changing happiness, too.
They share everything, and this, this most important thing, it only makes sense that they would share this too.
Super fluffy, also. Because it's Valentine's day! I wrote this on my itouch while taking the bus/skytrain out to Coquitlam, so if there are any stupid typos, it's because I suck at touchscreens. I'm a blackberry person, all the way.
Title: Romantic Plotting
Rating: NC17, but 's just language
Pairing: Duncs/Seabs
Summary: Brent has a plan for Valentine's day.
Brent has never been a fan of Valentine’s Day before, mostly because it seems to exist just to mock him. For the three years Duncan was with Kelly, February fourteenth seemed only to exist to remind Brent - as if he really needed a reminder- that Duncan loved someone, and that someone was not him. That someone wasn't even remotely like him, in fact., and he never did decide if that made it worse- he wasn't even close- or better -if she was anything like him, it'd be insult to injury, to be that close and not have it.
Either way, though. Kelly's been gone since the beginning of the season. Brent never got the details, but Duncan doesn't seem to miss her too much. He's been kind of on edge, nervous maybe, but doesn't seem to ever spare a thought for her, and he’s probably worried about their games, anyways.
Brent wasn't sure how to take this, but now Valentine’s day is tomorrow, and Duncan hasn't been seeing anyone and that's not like him, and, well, Brent's mind is known to put pieces from different puzzles together to get the picture he wants.
Valentine’s day. His plan has to work, because how could it not?
His first attempt, well, it doesn't work, to put it lightly.
"So," Brent says, while Duncan waits for the frost to melt off his windshield. Brent's been practicing this all morning, it can't go wrong. "Valentine’s day is tomorrow."
"Mmhmm" Duncan turns the heat higher, then tries the windshield wipers even though Brent’s explained to him a million times that that doesn't work.
"Got plans?"
"Who would I have plans with, exactly?" Duncan arches an eyebrow, looks at him quizzically. Brent has no answer, mostly because the question wasn't part of his plan, so he hurtles on as if Duncan hadn’t said anything.
"We should, uh," this always happens to him, words just up and disappear and he can't find them, and it's always got to do with Duncan. "Do dinner."
"Sure," Duncan says, still messing with the wipers, "I think some of the guys were gonna do something, we'll go with them."
"Um.” Brent had meant this to go differently. Duncan was supposed to say "as a date?" and Brent would say "if you want it to be" and then, well, things got sort of dirty in his head, and he can't be blamed for that, because Duncan's the attractive one here, so it's his fault entirely.
Except now they're going out with the guys. Not on a date.
Well, Brent is nothing if not brilliant. He has a plan B.
Plan B almost gets laughed right out of the locker room.
Maybe taping a paper heart to Duncan's locker was a bad idea. Brent blames the high school-y movie he watched last night. And the beer. And he may have been sulking about the date he didn’t get. He blames that too. Bad combination.
"You've got a secret admirer," Sharpie announces to Duncan when they come in. Brent goes to his locker, tries to look innocent.
"What?" Duncan looks at Sharpie like this entire concept is completely foreign to him. Over at his own locker, Brent focuses on getting his gear on intently.
"Check it out," Sharpie points and Duncan laughs.
"Probably meant to stick it on yours," he says.
“If it was meant for me, I’d probably have been dipped in gold,” Sharpie grins.
“Oh, really, definitely not seeing any of those around. Guess no one likes you that much.”
They probably would have kept laughing about it had Kaner not been suddenly useful and exclaimed "dude" loudly. Brent looks over next to him, where Patrick is standing. There was a heart on his locker too, and, Brent hates to admit, it’s a lot better than his. Neater, for one. And red, not white printer paper.
"What?" Brent asks, grateful for the distraction from his total failure. Duncan was supposed to instantly hope it was from him, not assume it wa meant for someone else.
"Um," Kane's turning sort of pink, and he looks insanely hopeful. Brent leans in to read it; it says I've wanted you to be mine every Valentine’s day since we've met, and every other day in between. It doesn't make sense, but you never do anyways, and I guess it’s rubbed off on me.
There's no name, but pat's staring across the locker room at Jon.
"Is it-" Patrick says, this tone that entirely unlike him, all soft and hopeful and small. Jon gives him this coy little smile, and Brent grabs his stick and leaves before he can see what he wanted to happen to him happen to them. Because fuck them, seriously, why didn't it work like that for him?
He grabs a puck from the bench, starts shooting at the goal, maybe harder than necessary and doesn't look up when he hears skates.
"Forgot this," Duncan says, holding out Brent's helmet. "what's up?"
“Nothing."
"You uh- well they didn't notice, wouldn't have notices a meteor- but you seemed sorta pissed off?" Duncan scrapes his skate blade against the ice, "you, uh, not okay with-" he looks somewhere between worried and unhappy so Brent cuts him off.
"Fuck, no, it's about time they got together," Brent says, because the idea of him not being okay with their teammates getting together is just laughable, if in a really ironic way. "Just, you know. Getting’ a headache from how loud everyone was."
"Ah." the silence here is so big, all around them, the locker room feels miles away. "Sure you're good to practice?"
"Yeah," Brent says, even though, no, not really.
"Cool" Duncan taps Brent’s shin with his stick, and then the other guys are arriving and it's loud again.
Brent has a plan C, which he also blames on last night's planning circumstances, which involved too much beer and sappy high school movie drama and sulking. Whatever, though, he can't exactly take it back now, seeing as he set it up earlier. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, anyways.
Brent follows Duncan to the parking lot, and it snowed a little while they were playing. The cars are covered in a fine layer of snow, and so is the rose Brent stuck under Duncan's windshield wiper.
"Huh" he hears as he goes to the passenger side. Duncan gets into the car, frosty rose in hand. "Who has a car like mine?"
This was not the question Brent had been expecting.
"Um. Corey does. "
"Musta mistook it for his," Duncan shrugs. And that's that, because Brent's life seriously sucks. A lot. Duncan was supposed to wonder who was so smitten with him, and then hope it was Brent.
"Where're we all going tonight?" Duncan asks as he drives out of the lot.
"Dunno. Think I might bail anyhow. "
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmm. Tired as hell."
Duncan drops him off at home, because there's no way Brent is going to spend Valentine’s day torturing himself. He's just not. He gets enough of that every day.
He has no Plan D, because he didn't think he would fail that many times.
"Where's Seabs?"
Years ago, Duncan used to protest this, that everyone could only see him as a package deal, but he doesn't anymore. They were right, after all. He's not himself unless he's with Seabs, and without him, feels unbalanced. After all, people only say it because they are always together, and that, that’s because Duncan wouldn’t want it any other way.
"Home," Duncan says to Corey, who opened the door. "Had a headache."
In the living room, he finds almost half the team, which just goes to show that single-ness is contagious. Before he can sit down, he's pulled into the kitchen. It's Jon, which is both surprising and unsurprising.
"Shouldn't you be-" he waves a hand, as if to somehow indicate an area between wining and dining Kaner and doing filthy things with Kaner I really don’t want to think about.
"We're just stopping by," Jon says, indicating Patrick, who's arguing with some teammates. "Look, about Seabs this morning-"
"It's ok, don't worry about him." Duncan says, "he's fine with it. Was just having a bad morning. " Jon looks at Duncan like he doesn't know where to start. Duncan’s familiar with this look.
"Of course I'm not worried," Jon says, "and, why bad, according to you?"
Duncan ignores the weird phrasing. "Headache, he said."
"Uh-huh. And dude, why would I worry about Seabs, of all guys, being not okay with us?" he stares at Duncan , and then gets this alarmingly surprised look on his face. "fuck, Duncan"
"What?"
"Nothing,” Jon lies, obviously.
"Yeah, ok. I'm not blind, tazer"
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm fucking sure"
"Doubt that"
"How the hell could I-"
He is blind.
Suddenly, Duncan is seeing the last two days over again, and everything he missed, how could he have missed it?
The crushed look on Brent's face when Duncan said they should meet up with the guys. The way he'd stormed out of the locker room when Tazer and Kaner got together. The kicked-puppy look in the car after practice. Skipping the get-together with the guys. The dinner suggestion, the card, the rose, fuck, Duncan is blind.
Duncan stops, can't think anymore because he knows this has been going on a lot longer than just two days.
"Oh, fuck." he breathes. "I can't believe- I missed it, all of it- see you later," he says to Tazer and leaves him there, all but runs out the door.
Okay, it's not like Brent is about to get on a plane to Paris and he needs to get to the airport before the flight boards, ( he's definitely let Brent control the remote too much, it's official) - but Duncan still rushes to get to him. Once at Brents door, he knocks until it opens.
"Hi," Brent looks mildly surprised to see him, "got bored without me there?"
"I am so fucking stupid, Seabs."
"Oookay" Brent lets him into the apartment, staring. "And why..?"
"You, today, everything, was you, and I didn't, until, in the kitchen, and-"
"What?"
Duncan takes a breath. Then two. And three. He has no idea what to say, suddenly worried he's wrong, so wrong.
"I don't like Valentine’s day" he sighs at last.
"Well, me neither." That stings, and Duncan really hates himself now.
"I'm never with who I want for it," Duncan says. Brent arches an eyebrow.
"I thought you'd be more the anti-commercialism type and hate it because of that."
"Brent!"
"Jesus, what?" Brent goes into the living room and Duncan follows. Sure enough, Brent had been watching one of his godawful Lifetime movies. Duncan sits beside him on the couch, tries to think how to say it.
"You were trying to ask me out on a date" Duncan finally says. Brent says nothing, doesn't move. "And I just- now- its all- everything's ruined." Brent's shoulders slump at that, and he doesn't look up.
"Sorry," he says, this voice that Duncan never wants to hear again, so broken and sorry and hurt.
"No! No, I meant- I should have gotten it! I was stupid Seabs, I didn't get it"
"It's okay, just, pretend it never happened. It's fine. "
"Brent!"
"Why do you keep yelling at me? I'm sorry, I am," Brent says, and God, he looks so hurt and apologetic and kissable in that moment.
"No, I mean- fuck, this is all going wrong, I don't-" every word makes Brent look closer to just crying, so Duncan stops talking. He pulls Brent closer and kisses him instead, no words needed. Brent's movements tell him everything in return, the way his hands fist in Duncan's shirt, the little breathy moans that escape him.
"I'm sorry I didn't see it," Duncan says once they've parted, Brent's hands still clenching his shirt. "I'd just given up on it ever happening so long ago that it didn't even register as possible."
"Worst valentine ever," Brent sighs, but he’s grinning, so bright.
"You know what, you suck at romance."
"Me? I did flowers and a card and everything!"
"I guess," Duncan grins, can't help it, "I'll be a better one next year"
"You better be. But I'm not doing all that girly shit again"
"Were you watching-"
"Don't even fucking say it"
"Hey, I thought it was all nice , very romantic"
"You didn't even get it"
"I do now". Duncan leans in, kisses him gently and it's all he can do not to start crying from happiness because he gets to do this every day now, it's really happening. This is what he thought about, a million variations of this. The day he met the motormouth guy with bright blue eyes and spiky hair who didn’t leave his side, who made having a constant companion feel natural, made every day before him feel suddenly unbalanced. The nights Kelly slept in his arms, too fragile, too small, lacking the casually presented intense compassion, the flippant humour, the ready-to-get-in-trouble smile. The road trips, the flights, the bus rides, next to each other on the bench, on the ice, in airplanes and on couches and in cars, together all the time. He’s wanted to kiss Brent so bad, have Brent for his own, wanted Brent to want him, and here they are, a place he never thought even existed.
“You know,” Brent says, “Plan D was totally to get you to come to me. This was all part of my plan.”
“Plan D for Duncan?”
“That was so pathetic, it wasn’t even funny.”
“I thought it was funny!”
“You think anything’s funny. Your pathetic-ness meter is broken.”
“My awesome meter’s fine, though.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Because I know you’re awesome.”
“Okay,” Brent laughs, “that was pathetically sappy, too. But acceptable.”
“You know, only you would have Plans A through C for Valentine’s day. Plotting is unromantic.”
“Plotting is so romantic. Did you not see that Plan D just worked out perfectly?”
Duncan shakes his head, leans in to kiss Brent a few more times, because he can do that now, and it’ll never get old, because it’s so amazing. He wouldn't want it any other way, just wants Brent, even if he does things like plot for Valentines day. Then again, that's just part of what Duncan loves about him.
"Brent- I really am sorry I missed it, everything. So much."
"It's okay." Brent smiles at him, so bright, "I'll let you make it up to me."
“Okay, someone like you should not be allowed to say that.”
Brent just grins at him, like this is the best thing in the world that could have happened, like he’s just gotten everything he wants, and Duncan knows that look. Not just because he knows Brent so, so well, but because he feels like that, too. He’s always shared everything with Brent; he should have figured it out, it should have been obvious - they’re meant to share this amazing, world-changing happiness, too.
They share everything, and this, this most important thing, it only makes sense that they would share this too.