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It started by accident. Well, Evan says it’s Tommy’s fault, but he begs to differ.
At the very least it was the barista’s fault.
They’d been at their coffee shop — theirs because that’s what is had become since their reunion. A place where Evan would constantly try—and fail— to guess Tommy’s coffee order, and Tommy would begrudgingly but fondly drink it anyway.
So, Evan was ordering, and Tommy was raising an eyebrow at the elaborate choice he’d gone for today, when Evan had noticed his reaction. “Tommy,” he’d practically whined, the way he does when Tommy still refuses to share what order he likes. Tommy had shrugged, amused as always.
But— “Got it,” the new barista said, her eyes already dark with the fatigue that comes with starting a new customer facing job.
“Uh,” Evan said confused, but paid when the machine was offered to him and shrugged. Smiling a thanks to the barista who barely reacted, too tired to put on a face.
“Tommy!” The barista called a moment later and Evan looked up towards her seeing their ordered coffees raised as she looked him in the eye, nodding when Evan pointed to himself in confusion.
Tommy smiled, the corner of his mouth flicking up as he tried not to laugh. Evan glared at him before standing and retrieving their cups.
“Hi Tommy,” Tommy said with a smirk, taking one of the cups from his hand and causing Evan to glare harder.
“Hi Buck,” Evan said pointedly instead.
Tommy scrunched his nose shaking his head. But smiling anyway. He’d found himself unable to stop smiling when he was in the same room as him. Didn’t want to stop anyway.
After, they’d walked along the beach, hands finding each other out of habit, the best habit he’d ever had. Tommy failed to hide his grimace at the sickly concoction Evan had chosen. It had about a hundred pumps of syrup apparently and tasted like peppermint which made no sense for a cup of coffee.
“I’ll get it next time,” Evan said.
“Sure,” Tommy replied. He’d started to think Evan had given up trying to guess Tommy’s order and instead just wanted to torment him for fun.
They’d found an icecream vendor along their walk, and Evan , ever the sweet tooth, lit up and practically dragged Tommy by the arm towards it.
“I’ll have a scoop of the salted caramel cacao,” Evan said before turning towards Tommy with a cheeky smile on his face. “Buck, what you you like?”
Tommy rolled his eyes but followed along anyway. He’d follow him anywhere. “I’ll have the orange chocolate, please,” he said laughing as Evan scrunched his face in disgust at his choice. Evan was not a fan of orange flavoured chocolate. Tommy always got it out of spite, and maybe retaliation for the wild beverages Evan always chose for him.
When Evan reached down to get his wallet Tommy stopped his arm, pulling out his own. “I got this one, Tommy, you bought coffee,” Tommy told Evan who let him have it with a soft smile.
And the rest of the day followed much the same, the two of them trading names like school kids with a substitute teacher, and giggling much to the confusion of everyone around them.
It had only progressed from then, increasingly outlandish and unhinged uses of each other’s names until the 118 raised their eyebrows in confusion and they laughed it off without explanation. They’d all rolled their eyes, the way they do when the pair are being too sweet for their liking.
Anyway. Thats how it happened. How it started. It doesn’t really matter now. But—
“Are you texting yourself?” Lucy asks, creeping up beside him in that scary way she seems to always be able to do.
Tommy startles, turning to her and abandoning the half-written message that he keeps deleting anyway. “‘No,” he says shaking his head.
Lucy raises a brow of her own. “It sure looks like it.”
“It’s… complicated,” Tommy settles for, ignoring the pang in his chest as memories of that stupid fun day crawls back into his mind. He thinks of Buck, smiling as he took a picture of his coffee with the name Tommy scrawled across it. Thinks of him changing their contacts in their phone that evening, a sly smile on his face. He’d laughed when Tommy asked what he’d done. Said “nothing,” in that all too sweet and obvious way.
Tommy had just shaken his head at his antics.
He never changed his name back.
“Complicated?” Lucy drawls out, snapping Tommy back into the present.
“Yeah,” he says softly. Too softly. His body aches with a pain that he’s carried since that fateful night. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
He types out another message. Deletes it. Types another. Hey, it starts. He deletes it again. Evan. No. I’m sorry. The alarm goes off before he can delete it again.
He deletes the text thread when he returns. But he doesn’t delete the contact. He doesn’t even change the name. Tommy 🔥🚁 it says and Tommy shakes his head, wipes the tear from his eye and gets back to work.
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dean devlin does love putting christian kane in trios but i do enjoy how all three sets of them have different vibes from each other like eliot is parker and hardison’s weird traumatized shelter dog who bites people and jacob, cassandra, and ezekiel are feral kittens brought into an animal shelter who bonded so tightly they can’t be adopted separately and alex is the stray cat that ernesto and kai found behind the dumpster of the filipino equivalent of a denny’s
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