Butts.

It’s actually quite hard not to know this when the man keeps giving him evidence that makes him feel like he’s suffocating in love and life. For the first time, Tommy can’t seem to breath because everything is suddenly about color and living. For the first time in his life, there are moments that he wants to slow down forever (the quiet brush of lips in hidden alcoves or behind pillars) and keep tucked away in his heart where no one else can peek in (because it’s his and only his to have). For the first time, he understands what Billy means when he says that there is nothing else in the world that could be seen as more important. He’s suffocating from being in love and he never wants to change it.

Because as much as Noh-Varr is a one-speedster-kind of Kree, Tommy is also a one-Kree-kind of speedster. 

And it’s impossible to ignore the fact that the only one that the Kree kisses or even fathoms kissing is Tommy. Even after being on the team and on Earth for months now, Tommy knows that the only one Noh-Varr bothers sharing a sincere smile with is him.  He never worries about the Kree doing what he does to Tommy to anyone else--because as he’s said, Noh-Varr is a one-speedster-kind of Kree. 

Yet the funny thing is that it doesn’t stop Tommy from growing restless every time he watches Noh-Varr get pulled away for conversations with other people. People are attracted to the Kree and who can blame them? Noh-Varr was alien perfection made readily available for human eye consumption. Strong broad shoulders, sharp firm hips, perfect curves from each deltoid to bicep--the Kree has it all. Noh-Varr was every man and woman’s walking wet dream, whether or not they want to admit it.

But he was Tommy’s. 

Every time someone brushes their arm against Noh-Varr’s just to touch him or coyly look up from under their lashes in an attempt to make him stare, Tommy finds himself clenching his teeth and swallowing back down a very low growl. And every time someone tries to drag Noh-Varr toward them and by default away from him, Tommy finds himself trying to quell the urge to wrap both arms around his Kree and screaming at them to leggo, get your own alien!

But he’s been liking his life out of state prisons and experimentation rooms. He liked his single dingy apartment which he shared with Noh-Varr and their small queen sized bed that was just perfect for messy cuddles and heated touches between paper thin sheets. So Tommy doesn’t scream and shout and stamp his feet when someone touches Noh-Varr --though for once, he has every right to be selfish and jealous.

Instead, Tommy makes sure to have things speak for him when he can’t speak up. And soon enough, people start to notice the dark red marks that were scattered across Noh-Varr’s skin from his neck to the spot right behind his ear and at the sliver of skin that show between the hem of his pants and the bottom of his dark green shirt. No matter how they looked at him or when, there would always be telling spots here and there with the occasional flushed pink skin and the indent of teeth.