Science is Fun

Doc hums softly in the back of his throat as Marty’s arms wrap gently around his waist, and following with it comes the feeling of his loves face gently pushing into his back.

“Hello, darling. How was school?” He asks, and Marty’s answering sigh is muffled slightly by Doc’s jacket.

“I’m glad it’s over.” He mutters, and Doc chuckles softly.

The conversation pauses and Marty nestles closer to Doc, tightening his arms around his boyfriends stomach, and the older mans heart stutters. He leans slightly back into his boyfriends arms and Marty sighs happily, pressing a soft kiss to Doc’s back.

“What would you like to do for dinner?” Doc asks after a moment, and Marty shrugs.

“Takeout? I can skate down to the Chinese place.” He offers, and Doc shakes his head.

“Pizza?” He offers instead, and Marty nods.

“I’m cool with pizza.”

“Good; they deliver.” Doc chuckles.

They fall silent once more, broken only by the occasional clicks and buzzing from the object in Doc’s hands. Marty is quiet behind his boyfriend, but after a few moments of listening to Doc weld he decides he wants all of the mans attention.

He leans up, pressing a gentle kiss to the base of Doc’s neck, and the other man’s breath hitches. He doesn’t say anything though, so Marty presses on, peppering gently kisses along his boyfriends neck. It only takes a moment for Doc to set down his tools.

“Marty…” He murmurs, and Marty smiles against his skin.

“Yeah, babe?” He replies, and he feels the shiver that runs down Doc’s spine at the pet name.

The older man turns quickly, hands closing gently around Marty’s wrists, and he arches a brow at his boyfriend, smiling down at the cute look of faux innocence.

“Marty, I can’t focus if you keep distracting me.”

“Uh yeah, thats the point, Doc.” He responds, and Doc snorts.

“Nervous to go home.” He admits, and Doc nods in understanding. “It’s going to be hard to adjust living back in 1985 after all of this. I’m going to miss my phone, and the movies, and the ease of just being able to be the two of us all the time.”

“Understandable. We haven’t spent a night without each other in three years.” 

Marty sighs softly and turns his gaze back toward the city, and he hums happily when Doc comes up behind him and wraps him tightly into his arms.

“You know what else is going to be weird?” He asks, and Doc hums softly. “I’m always going to be older than what everyone else thinks I am. I’m 19 right now, but when we go home I’m going to be 18 again to all of them.”

“True. But it’s for the best. We can’t have an unexplained year long absence, especially when your parents are a wildcard. We can only know for sure that the DeLorean will get us home, and if we go to 1986 and they accuse me of kidnapping you or some other ridiculous thing, we don’t know for sure that we could use the DeLorean to fix that mistake.”

“True.” He sighs softly, shifting so he can lean back against Emmett’s chest, head falling back gently against his shoulder. “I know that we have to, but.. I don’t want to go, Doc.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep without you.” Doc admits, and Marty whines softly, turning his head to gently kiss Emmett’s throat. “But don’t you miss your parents? Your family?”

“A little. I’m going to miss you more.”

“We’ll get through it. Like you’ve said before, you used to spend all of your time with me anyways, it’s nothing your parents aren’t already used to.”

“You’re right. So the DeLorean is ready, then?”

“Ready as it’ll ever be. But I do have a gift for you before we go, darling.”

Marty perks up at that and turns himself in Doc’s arms so he can peer up at the older man.

“What is it?”

Doc chuckles and holds out a small rectangular box, and Marty eagerly takes it, but not without a suspicious glance to his boyfriend. Doc merely smiles, so Marty quickly opens it, a look of confusion taking over his features.

“A phone?” He asks, “But we’re going back to 1985, this won’t work there.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, love. I modified it, using similar methods to the DeLorean, and if my calculations are correct it should work in our own time. You will need to keep it hidden though, of course.”

“Oh my gosh! Doc, that’s amazing!”

“I made myself one, too.” He admits sheepishly. “I’ve gotten rather used to being able to text you when I need you.”

Marty snorts out a laugh at that and leans up, firmly kissing his boyfriend. Doc happily kisses back, and when they part he sighs softly.

“I suppose we should start packing. Home awaits.”

this is heavy

gREAT SCOTT

marty cries

marty and doc are very touchy and it makes me laugh like… after bttf1 marty is desperate to prove himself as ‘not chicken/yellow’ but BOY you don’t gotta be macho, we love you like the sensitive caring soul you are

doc is bad with colloquialisms and slang but is totally at ease with swearing, enough so that he lapses from his scientific ramblings to say stuff like ‘beats the shit outta me’

😄Doc

😍 Doc!

😉Doc~

😴..Doc..

😖 Dooc

😧 Doc !

Christmas calendar: 01.12.2018

When Doc finds out he freaks out and panicks and makes blog posts (because of COURSE Doc runs a blog) talking about how UTTERLY RIDICULOUS the idea of a time travelling rock star is, which the internet finds hilarious and only makes the meme spread more.