Tim can’t skate and wasn’t even sure he wanted to come because he hates looking stupid, but twobit promised to be helpful

Sooooo headcanon brain isn’t working so I wrote a little ficlet instead, I hope that’s okay!

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“I’m just sayin’ it ain’t all that far fetched is all.”

“You’re a fuckin’ dumbass,” Tim tells him, but it lacks any real venom. He’s sprawled out in the truck bed, beer dangling from one hand, the other wrapped loosely around one bent knee. His eyes glitter in the moonlight, cold and desperately intelligent, and Two-bit thinks, stupidly and not for the first time that he’s maybe the most beautiful fleeting thing he’s ever been lucky enough to have, if only for a second.

It’s not meant to last, whatever this is that they have, but that doesn’t make it any less real.

“Hey,” Tim kicks at him half heartedly but it’s sloppy and halfhearted. They’re only a six pack and a half in, but the other man is a surprising lightweight. Or maybe Two’s own tolerance is higher than he thought. In any case, five beers in and Tim’s a languid, less guarded version of his usual self. Maybe that’s why he hardly ever drinks at parties or anywhere else, because it just makes him that much more human, “quit lookin’ at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Y’know,” Tim waves a hand, brow furrowed in concentration, “like- like that.”

Two-bit laughs softly. He tips his bottle back, enjoying the way the other man’s eyes trace the movement as he swallows.

It’s an odd dance, a game really, trying to get the other man to kiss him. Usually it takes a lot more sweet talking and usually he has to take off his jacket before Tim pounces. Tonight though, parked on a back road, both of them warm and languid and almost calm, he thinks it might end up being easier.

“Shut up.” Tim aims another half hearted kick at him and Two-bit dodges easily, “quit laughin’ at me.”

He’s almost pouting, though Two-bit knows better than to voice the thought. He’d probably lose a few teeth if he did. Still, it’s cute.

“Make me.”

It’s half tease half challenge, and Tim rises to it just like he knew he would. Despite the booze in his system, Tim’s still fast, and the next thing Two-bit knows the other boy in on top of him, those dangerous, glittering eyes staring into his own. He can feel Tim’s breath ghosting over his lips and all he can think about is that this is kind of like magic.

“Fine,” Tim breathes, “I will.”

He kisses him soundly.

Two-bit sinks into it, pulling the other boy impossibly closer, triumph and satisfaction pooling with the beer in his stomach, and for a moment his shitty existence is ten kinds of perfect.

The sky above them is bright with moonlight and for a second he feels like just another star in the universe, a fiery explosion surrounded by  endless nothingness. 

Anon you’re a fucking genius.