– Thank you again so much for the gif-set, it was so nice of you. This TinCan ficlet is for you ❤
It took me longer to come to you
Can always knew when Tin had met his brother during the day. Tul was the kind of asshole who didn’t announce himself. He just dropped by, spread his poison on everyone and sauntered off.
On those days it took Tin longer to come home.
Can didn’t really know why, because Tin always said that their flat was his safe haven.
Tin would text him that he would be home late and because he wouldn’t say why Can knew exactly why.
He wouldn’t wait for him, because Tin never wanted to talk about it right away. Sometimes he would say nothing at all.
Can woke up in the middle of the night. He saw the lights under the door so Tin was somewhere in the flat. He was relieved to know that Tin was – at least – home. The clock on his nightstand told him it was 2:48 and he had to suppress the urge to yell that Tin should come to bed already.
Instead, he followed Tin’s way through their flat in his mind. First he was in the office. It was meant for both of them but Can liked to do his work on their dining table. Spreading everything out with easy access to refreshments and food. Then he was in the living room, followed by the bathroom. Can heard the sound of water splashing. Tin had a thing with throwing cold water in his face. Can found Tin ridiculous a lot of times.
He didn’t close his eyes when Tin entered the bedroom. He just followed his movements, how he stretched himself while he undressed, he smiled when Tin huffed because Can’s clothes were laying on the floor and he picked them up. Like always.
Finally he crawled on the bed but didn’t stop until he was hovering above Can. They locked eyes even though it was dark in their bedroom, but Can could see the white parts of Tin’s. Without a word Tin stretched out on top of Can and buried his face in his neck. He breathed in and sighed as if smelling Can was the answer to all his prayers.
Can mhmed and put his arms around Tin, scratching his neck softly, burying his fingers in Tin’s hair and pulling on some strands. Tin bit him lightly in retribution and Can smiled.
His fist always itched when he thought about Tul. He wanted to punch him so badly! But Tin had said no and even though Can was known to ignore Tin’s no’s a lot of times; in this matter he respected his plea. But it was fun planning revenge on that asshole. Pete was a happy co-conspirator when they met at the gym.
Tin grew heavier on him until Can felt his even breathing on his skin. Tin had fallen asleep. Can hugged him closer and whispered promises in his ear.
5) “Don’t hurt him, please, I’ll do anything.” (Well Anon, you asked for it.)
Can was very much aware that Tin had a bit of a past. It had been covered up by money and misspent youth, but there was a past. Tin had told Can about his time in the UK, about when he came back home, all the things he may or may not have gotten into, all the things he had done.
Tin had done his best to promise that everything had been handled. Settled.
This was not settled.
Can found himself held in place by no less than three guys, but to be fair, he had knocked out the first with a solid punch to the jaw. Tin stood in front of him, his eyes held Can’s gaze, but Can could see his hands trembling.
This was going to end in disaster.
“Nong Tin! You didn’t think our business was over, did you?” The leader said as he opened his switchblade with a flick of his wrist. “And I see you even got yourself a toy.” Can felt the tip of the blade pressed against his cheek, just hard enough to leave a thin scratch. “Not the same kind I used to see you go for, but there is a certain… rustic charm I suppose?”
“Don’t hurt him, please, I’ll do anything.” Tin’s voice was low, and although it sounded even, Can knew it was a thin mask. “Just let him go. I’ll go back with you.”
“You didn’t think it’d be so easy, did you?” The tip of the blade moved, a little gentler now, across Can’s neck. “The debts you owe, they go deeper than money. Blood, Nong Tin. My brother died in that raid.”
“Then you can have P’Tul.” Can would have been irritated with Tin’s casualness about that statement if he didn’t notice Tin’s hands had stilled. “A brother for a brother, no?”
“But Tul is only a half-brother.” Tin glared in reply. “Oh yes, I know. Not like your father kept it very secret.”
“Still a brother for a brother.”
“And this one here.” Can stifled his shout at having his hair pulled to expose his neck further. “He’s worth more to you than a brother, isn’t he? You owe me interest, Nong Tin.”
Tin’s eyes seemed to sharpen. He even gave a little smile. “I guess… You might have to wait to collect on that interest, Khun.” Tin redirected his attention to Can again. “Do you trust me, Can?”
The blade pressing against his neck, Tin’s eyes meeting his, Can had no regrets. “Yes.”
Tin nodded. There was the sound of breaking glass and the sound of gurgling before the leader’s grip eased and he fell to the floor in a heap. Several more thuds, like something hitting a bag of wet cement, and the other two holding Can fell to the ground as well.
“Bullets talk when money walks,” Tin said without sparing the bodies another glance. He grabbed Can’s hand and pulled him, running as fast as he could as an entire team of armed police barged in through every entrance.
19) “I found it.” “And?” “And I never should have gone looking for it in the first place.”
(I’ve done #3 twice, so # 19 it is!)
Tin ate another few pieces of popcorn while waiting for Can. He’d been gone for fifteen minutes already, searching for some anime DVD he wanted to watch together. Unfortunately he’d lent it to his sister a while ago. Tin didn’t really care about watching it. He’d rather enjoy his alone time with Can.
Spending time at Tin’s house was impossible with Tul around. At least during some parts of the day, Can’s parents and his sister were out and they could just be.
Tin also wondered if they’d have time for anything else before they got back.
The sound of Can screeching brought Tin back to reality from his daydreams.
“Is everything okay?!” he called out.
“Sort of!”
“Did you find your DVD?”
“I found it!”
“And?”
“And I never should have gone looking for it in the first place,” Can said as he walked back, DVD in hand, but face looking mildly disturbed.
Tin raised an eyebrow. “Did you find something of your sister’s you weren’t supposed to?”
“I found her secret shrine about us.”
“What?”
Can collapsed against Tin. Tin put his arms around Can on reflex, regardless of the bowl of popcorn in his lap.
“She has a shrine. With pictures of us. And things that say OTP. I don’t understand it and I don’t want to.”
“Uh…”
“Yeah, exactly.”
Tin stroked Can’s hair. “Wanna make out until you forget about it?”
Can ending his apology letter with “and you owe me an apology too. asshole.” iS SO PERFECT AND TRUE and it KILLS ME that that is the thing that makes Tin say “do I need someone to care about me, like this?” because the way Can’s open-heartedness and loyalty are combined with his absolute unwillingness to take shit from Tin is so key to why they work and why Tin trusts Can in the first place
Okay but Can is the sweetest human ever. He’s still pissed at Tin and he’s still not even sure if what Tin told him had any truth to it but he can’t stop himself from worrying about him and checking in on him because there’s a chance that he MIGHT have been telling the truth. I can’t wait until Tin finally accepts Can into his heart fully because he’s gonna spoil the shit outta him and Can deserves nothing less.
Can’s willingness to be be ridiculous/lose face/seem like a fool when he’s sure he’s doing The Right Thing is one of my favorite things about him???
He’d rather be a gullible idiot if Tin was lying than be an asshole if Tin was telling the truth and that’s so good and brave and sweet? When they finally get their shit figured out they’re gonna take such good care of each other.
The Last Good Bar 
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