42. “You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”
Tin sleeptalks.
Can discovers that fact not the very first night he spend over at Tin’s apartment, because that night they actually didn’t get much sleep, nor the second night because they were likewise occupied, but maybe during the twelfth night or something. Their first nights blur a bit together, truth be told, in a sort of overwhelming way that still makes Can blush whenever he catches Tin watching him with bedroom eyes. Which is whenever he looks at Can, nowadays.
But yeah, Tin sleeptalks. Can isn’t always sleeping lightly enough to wake when he does, but tonight he stayed up later than Tin, and when he enters the bedroom Tin is sprawled inelegantly on the bed, his head buried in Can’s pillow. Can sits on the edge on the mattress and blades his fingers through Tin’s hair. This is going to be fun. The last time, Tin had told Can grass is not as chewy as he expected and it tasted like strawberries.
“Hey love,” he whispers and waits. Tin’s eyes are moving underneath his eyeslids, letting Can know he’s still asleep.
“You dreaming of me?” Can asks.
“Mmmh Cantaloupe,” Tin says into the pillow. It’s on.
“What’s going on today, Tin?”
“You’re eating cantaloupe. Why? Cannibalism is bad, Can, why are you doing this?” Tin says, and he’s frowning adorably at the scene playing out in his dream.
“Are you eating some too?”
“No. You’re not letting me. It’s okay, I love you, you can have it all,” and his frown turns into that besotted smile he’s always trying to hide.
“Thank you,” Can kisses Tin’s cheek.
“There’s juice everywhere on your chin, Can.”
“Is it gross?”
“No, I wanna lick it off. Drink it from your skin.”
“Okay, tone down the creepy stalker talk. Don’t lick my face.”
Tin huffs, and Can thinks he’s going to wake up but Tin only shifts to hug Can’s pillow.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spend the rest of my life with,” Tin says before nuzzling the pillow, right in the middle where Can’s scent is stronger.
Can feels his cheeks heating and is grateful when Tin doesn’t say anything else. He climbs carefully over Tin to get into bed and plasters himself along Tin’s side, draping his arm over Tin’s back to hold him close.
“Love you too,” Can whispers into Tin’s hair, closing his eyes and joining Tin into sleep.
Pete, as Tin’s longest friend, knew Tin’s tendency to be dramatic. He also understood that Tin didn’t know how to do much in the way of affection and endearment other than spending money, kisses, or having sex.
So when Tin asked Pete to come with him to help him pick out a present for Can and his family, Pete knew this might end in a special kind of disaster. Fortunately, Pete had been instructed to also bring Ae along.
That’s when Pete knew this would absolutely be a tremendous disaster.
Pete and Ae had to drag Tin away from the most expensive designer stores at the mall, knowing Can would be upset if Tin stepped foot in there. They also had to drag Tin out of the cheapest stores for complaining about everything inside.
By the end of two hours, Tin was close to pulling his hair out.
“That’s it! I’m just buying everything in the mall and they can pick whatever they want,” Tin said while whipping out his phone.
“DO NOT!” Ae shouted while lunging for Tin’s phone. Tin simply held it above his head and sneered at Ae. Ae looked ready to kick Tin in the shins and break his legs.
“And how exactly will you stop me?”
Pete pulled out his phone while Ae kept Tin at distance. “We’ll call your boyfriend.”
Tin seemed to falter for just a moment. “You’re bluffing.”
Pete made two quick taps before putting the phone on speaker. It rang for a second before it was picked up. “Hello? Pete? What’s wrong?”
Tin turned pale. “CANTALOUPE, EVERYTHING PETE SAYS IS A LIE!”
“What? Tin? Why are you-”
“Ai Can, Ai Tin says he’s going to buy everything in the mall and let your family pick what they want.” Pete gave Tin his most dead-eyed stare. “Please stop him.”
“WHAT?!”
Tin moved to grab Pete’s phone, but Ae held him back. “Cantaloupe! It’s not what it sounds like!”
“It sounds like you’re spending a stupid amount of money on me and my family again!”
“Not on purpose!”
“What do you mean not on purpose? HOW DO YOU BUY OUT A MALL WITHOUT PURPOSE?! That’s it, I’m coming over there. Which mall did you guys go to?”
“This is absolutely unnecessary!”
“YOU BUYING OUT A MALL IS UNNECESSARY!”
@weilongfu you are making my day just better and better. ❤
Hey, thank you for your prompt. I personally don’t think Can should apologize for rejecting Can so I wrote something different and hope that you’re happy with it nonethless 🙂
TinCan Ficlet
It had taken time. Time and angry words, shouting matches, silent treatments and a vicious circle of hurtful words being thrown in each others faces over and over again. Can didn’t like to think about those times.
“You’re not going to work today?”, Tin asked and Can smiled because he had known that Tin was awake. He continued his soft strokes over his hair. “I have access to your calendar. I know you want to do home office today.” “Maybe I didn’t say anything because you would distract me from getting work done.” “Oh you better believe I will be a distraction.” He moved closer and kissed Tin. Soft and short, but he didn’t move back, he waited for Tin to open his eyes.
Can was an impulsive person but he didn’t like taking risks. He always ordered the same food, because he knew that it would taste good, he went to the same bars, because he knew the prices and the drinks and how to get home from there. To open himself up for Tin and a relationship with him was one of the biggest risks he ever took.
Tin moved in for another kiss and Can grabbed him tight.
The moment he accepted his feelings he had thought to feel another wave of panic, to be unable to breath, but the panic never came. Just a weird kind of peace a giddy feeling of relief. He felt so much more powerful.
Can appreciated that Tin didn’t wear a shirt to bed so he had unlimited access to his warm naked skin. He digged his fingers into Tin’s back.
“Wait,” he murmured after a while. Tin growled something that sounded like ‘Come back here’. “I wanted to make you breakfast.”
“Can breakfast special?” Can boxed Tin against his shoulder. “I burned the eggs one time. I told you to throw them away. You insisted on eating them.”
“Because you look so cute in an apron.” He deserved another kiss Can decided.
Tin had asked him, more than once, if he was so attentive because he had a guilty conscience, and if he ever would regret their relationship.
Can always said no with confidence because it was so easy to love Tin. So easy.
@lbc-tincan 41 today, 42 next time ! thanks for sending a prompt in 😘
41 – TinCan – “I know you haven’t done anything, but can youplease stop looking so goddamn kissable, my parents are here.”
Can suits up really, really well, as Tin discovers when he drags him to a party his family is hosting. It’s not like he had any doubts, mind you, but there’s a difference between knowing how good a fitted suit can potentially look on anyone and actually witnessing the minor miracle of the shape of Can’s legs in bespoke trousers. Especially considering it’s the first time he’s seeing the results of the tailor appointment he made for Can. Every time Can saunters away to find new canapés, Tin’s mouth waters at the sight of his boyfriend bulldozing his way to the free food. He has vivid plans about what he’ll do to Can in those pants once they’re alone, and he’s thankful he’s only had one glass (or two, or three, or – not that many, he’s not even swaying) of wine because otherwise he might have snapped and dragged Can into a dark alcove already.
Tinis not even pretending to listen to his father’s bankers friends anymore. All of his attention his on Can, his eyes tracking the boy’s movements across the crowd, losing him for a while when he goes behind the fountain near the French food.
And then Can comes back, holding a silver tray full of petits fours and foie gras and things he doesn’t even know the name of to his chest, his eyes gleaming and Tin’s name on his lips. Tin eyes the mountain of food with what he hopes is a disapproving expression, but judging by the way Can beams at him while he’s stuffing his mouth maybe he’s just coming of as fondly besotted. Who cares. NotTin.
There are crumbs of whatever Can’s been eating dotting his lips, and they’re very, very distracting, and how can Can not notice them?
“I know you haven’t done anything, but can you please stop looking so goddamn kissable, my parents are here,” says Tin as he swipes the worst of the crumbswith his thumb. He’s mostly spreading them more, and really he might as well lick them off Can’s mouth directly. It would be very efficient, and Tin is all about being efficient when his boyfriend is concerned. Can’s tongue darts out,and in forgets where they stand. He starts to lean down, bent on getting rid ofthe crumbs in a truly altruistic and selfless act, when Can tilts his head up.
“What about your parents?” Can asks.
Tin shrugs. “What about them?” He whispers as he closes the remaining distance between them. Can, bless his soul, is still holding his silver tray of foreign food, but he shifts it out of the way and meets Tin’s lips with a smile.
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