❝yours, tommy❞ | dylmas

3. the pool

NDA: Hey everyone, I hope you're okay and having a good day :) here's the third chapter and it is, again, from Thomas POV. Next chapter will mix both POV, I hope you'll like it, I tried to write something really cute! Things move a little further in chapter 4 but I won't say more ;)

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Thomas POV

In the morning, as I blink open my eyes, I'm surprised that I'm still on the couch, two blankets upon me and a pillow under my head. I'm facing the window, turning my back at... Dylan? I listen closely and guess he's awake, playing on his phone I think. I slowly sit down.

"Did we... fall asleep on the couch?" The light hurts my eyes as I'm not fully awake yet. My voice is hoarse, like every morning.

"Hey Tommy. Yeah, we did. We fell asleep here like proper shanks. The TV still was on when I woke up."

I slightly laugh and thank him for the blankets, assuming that he covered me up.

"You're welcome. When I woke up your skin was so cold, so I covered you up. Gave you a pillow too, so you wouldn't get a headache."

"How long have you been awake?" I ask, hoping he hasn't been woken up for a long time.

"Huh, almost two hours. I'm a light sleeper. It's ten, by the way", he says, smiling at me. I sigh and rub my eyes, then my whole face, trying to wake up a little bit better. "Rah, sorry Dyl. You know I am a light sleeper too in general. The jetlag really turned me into a marmot."

"Stop worrying Tommy! You want to sleep, sleep. You want to eat, you eat. You want to swim in my pool? You go swim in the pool. You make yourself home."

"You have a pool???"

"What? Yeah, I got one, we can swim later if you want to, it's sunny outside. Anyway, you're tired, you sleep, and you don't worry. Except for tomorrow. I'm taking you somewhere", he says, a mysterious smile on his face.

"What? Where? What for?" I ask, curious and anxious at the same time.

"You'll see, it's a surprise for your birthday. I won't say more." He gets up from the couch and walks towards his kitchen.

"But? What? Dylan, my birthday is like in two months."

"Yeah and? You're here right now, I had to plan something. Who knows where you'll be in two months? Maybe you'll be employed and then I won't have a chance to do something for you."

I don't respond and get up to join Dylan in the kitchen. We eat our breakfast and then, we both get ready for the day.

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While Dylan prepares some snacks and drinks, I close the curtains and play the DVD. We decided to watch The Death Cure now, because we have nothing else to do and we both feel lazy.
"Okay Dyl, it's on, come on quick."
I settle down on the couch and Dylan soon joins me, with two giant bowls of chips, one of paprika peanuts and two bottles of Coke. I frown and giggle. "What?" he asks. "Did you see how long the movie is? We are definitely going to need these supplies."

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"It's a really good movie. Can you believe we're a part of this?"
I am so proud of our work and I can tell Dylan also is, even if he cracks up every single time he sees himself on TV. He sighs. "Yeah. I miss it so much you know. I miss working with you guys, I can't believe this is over. Oh. My. God Thomas look at the screen."

I turn my eyes at the screen to see a Cranky me (well, a Cranky Newt) lying on the floor, almost dying. My whole face turns red - this is it, Newt is going to die. Dylan and I both watch the scene, holding our breath, even though we already know how it's going to end. Two minutes and it's over. Newt gets stabbed and falls on the floor, he's dead.

"Newtie!!!" Dylan shouts, making me jump. He starts laughing we he sees he scared me. "Sorry Thomas, I wanted to add more drama here. And sorry I killed you", he teases.

"That's alright. I get stabbed a lot anyway", we laugh again and watch the end of the movie.

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When the DVD ends, we decide not to watch the bloopers right away, as we both need some air. Two hours and a half -in a row- sitting in front of the TV gave us both a headache. We could take a nap, but decide against it, and head to the garden. I close my eyes and breath in the fresh air, relief running through my body as I feel the pain fading away already. When I open my eyes, Dylan isn't next to me anymore, and I can't see him anywhere in the garden.

Suddenly he jumps out off the pool and throws drops of water in my face. He can't stop laughing. "Come on!"

I take off my pants, my shirt and jump into the pool, the water kind of cold but tolerable. We mess around for a while, and I couldn't be happier. After what seems like an hour, Dylan reaches the edge of the pool and grabs his phone.
"What are you doing?"

"Ordering pizzas. What would you prefer?"

I swim all the way to him and look at the menu on his phone. "Huh, pepperoni is fine."

He concentrates and makes the order, as for me I just look at him. His face is so flawless. I want to feel his skin underneath my fingers again, I want to feel the shape of his body against mine. Obviously, I can't. Despite all my mixed feelings, I gently put my hand on his lower back. Eventually he finishes the order and turns his body to face me. My heart misses a beat when Dylan wraps his legs around my torso, and arms around my neck. "Now you may carry me around my pool, mermaid-servant." We both chuckle but I mostly try not to choke, air stucked in my throat and heart beating like crazy.

"As you wish, flower."

While I'm carrying Dylan around his pool, just walking or swimming a bit, he tangles his fingers through my wet hair and I've got thousands of butterflies in my stomach. At first, we were messing around, like we always do, but it quickly changed into something sweeter - almost like cuddling, and then he started to play with my hair, and here we are.

After a while, I stop walking and Dylan removes his head from my shoulder to look at me. He's got tired tiny eyes and drops of water falling from his hair. "Tommy, please keep going, I was almost asleep."

"I can't, little sloth, pizzas just got here."

We ate our pizzas on the couch, in pajama pants. We didn't take time to dry our hair properly so mine are a real mess, not that I care though.

"So, where are you taking me tomorrow?"

"No no no, I won't tell you a thing."

"Come on. Please? Just a clue. A word."

"Tommy, no. Be patient."

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"I feel like dancing."

I frown and raise my head from the back of the couch. Dylan is already up, holding out his hand so I can get up too. "Come on Tommy, dance with me and I'll give you a clue about tomorrow."