Jealous Tin?

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florbexter:

Is this the first time I managed jealous Tin?? I guess it is – yeah 

TinCan Ficlet

“There was no need to hug him,” Tin grinted out, “there was literally no need!”

“It was his birthday!”

Tin grabbed the steering wheel harder and the tension was visible in every line of his body. “You said you met Good’s brother one time in your life, a wai would have been sufficient.”

Can had known something was wrong the moment Tin had put on his neutral face. When he was around Can, Can’s family or their friends he looked like a smile was hiding in the corners of his mouth. Not now.

The anger vibrated under his skin but Can knew that he wouldn’t get loud or punch something to let his frustration out. Not like Can.

But Can wouldn’t let Tin’s anger fuel his own. He wouldn’t apologize for hugging someone he thought was worth hugging. Was he sad that he caused Tin pain? Yes, but their relationship didn’t make Tin the only person allowed to receive Can’s affection.

“Could you please stop the car?”, Can asked.

“I am not going to cause an accident because I am angry,” Tin said through clenched teeth, but halted the car nevertheless.

And that was why Can loved him. Because he listened to everything Can said.

It was dark outside, and the lights of passing cars painted weird shadows on Tin’s face. Can waited. Dealing with Tin’s anger and possessiveness was always a waiting game, while Can’s anger had to be dealt with immediately. He was quick to burst, but also quick to soothe.

Tin stared straight ahead and maybe it had been one minute or ten but some of the tension left his body, and he closed his eyes, and leaned back against the headrest.

“I am more angry at myself,” he murmured and finally looked at Can. There was anger still lurking in his eyes, but also sadness and a sort of resignation.

“This jealousy is stupid. His wife was standing next to him.”

Can unfastened his and Tin’s seatbelt and crawled on Tin’s lap. It was an easy move, because he did it all the time. Making out in Tin’s fancy ass car was one of his favourite things to do.

“I love you,” he said and caressed the smooth skin around Tin’s eyes. He hated to see wrinkles out of worry or anger there. He wanted laugh lines, happy wrinkles.

Tin put his hands on his waist and his eyes softened, like everytime Can said those three words.

“I know,” he answered and the arrogant smirk was back on his face. Can loved that smirk, too.

Can kissed him with a familiarity that was both reassuring and exhilarating. He couldn’t get enough of Tin’s taste. Their tongues played lazily while their breath quickened.

“We will get arrested for offending public decency,” Can murmured.
“I will make a donation to the police headquarter,” Tin replied and put his hands under Can’s button down. Can shivered but… 

“Wait, bribing the police would work?”
He felt Tin’s shurg.
“Rich people are wild!”

!!! We stan a healthy relationship that has communication!!