don't you know your queen?

Tommy leaned into Oliver’s touch on instinct, closing his eyes instantly feeling some of his stress melt away. Finals always managed to take their toll on Tommy, this round more so than any other, the added weight of what he’s supposed to do after graduation weighing on his shoulders. Tommy let out a small laugh at Oliver’s words, opening his eyes as he focused on Oliver. “Graduations in two weeks.”

Oliver smiled when his eyes caught on Tommy’s. Most days lately, it seemed impossible not to. They were finally done with being undergrads; he had a spot at one of the most prestigious grad programs in his field; and he had a boyfriend that somehow managed to both infuriate him and make him the happiest he had been in a long time. It felt like somehow, some way, things were finally coming together. His dreams were falling into place. “Don’t tell me you’re about to get all sentimental about this place. I thought that wasn’t your thing.”

Tommy let out a heavy breath, his shoulders sagging as he sunk into the couch. Turning his head towards Oliver, Tommy let out a short laugh. “I’m not the theatre major around here.”

Oliver rolled his eyes dramatically, dropping his hand to rest on the side of Tommy’s neck. “You’d think I would have rubbed off on you by now,” he said, then paused; a small, mischievous grin spread across his face as he slid his fingers into Tommy’s hair. “Especially given all the actual rubbing off that goes on.”

“I’m not –” Tommy sighed, grabbing the menu and his phone as he sat back down on the couch. “Not being dismissive. Just tired, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. That was super convincing,” Oliver rolled his eyes, even as he unthinkingly leaned closer into Tommy’s space. He brought up his elbow to rest on the back of the couch and turned his body, reaching out with his other hand to brush his finger against one of the dark circles beneath Tommy’s eye. “Though you’ve got the evidence on your side this time, I will give you that.”

“Nothing –” Tommy stood, going over to grab the menu. 

“You wanted a number four, yeah?”

“No, hey, don’t get all—” Oliver paused, waving his hand vaguely in Tommy’s direction. “You know.”

          “Whoa, hey — I just asked if you’d call in the order. What’s your problem?”