Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Poets Society. Otherwise I wouldn't be writing fan fiction.
Todd and Neil's first apartment in New York isn't all that great. It's absolutely tiny, but they don't mind, anything bigger than a Welton dorm room seems almost luxurious. But it's cheap, and they do have access to the roof. The roof itself isn't much, but it has a nice view, as they live in the tallest building in the vicinity. Todd and Neil will go sit up on the roof occasionally, when one of them needs to clear their mind, or when they just need to step away from the routine of every day life.
One autumn night Todd and Neil find themselves up on the roof, lying on their backs, sides pressed together for warmth against the chill. It's just past midnight, and the full moon hangs low in the sky. Stars twinkle halfheartedly, doing their best to shine brighter than the city lights, and failing. But Todd, ever the poet, still finds beauty in them. And the moon, and the dark spaces of universe in between.
Neil finds beauty in Todd. The way Todd gazes up at the sky, his eyes wide and shining, his mouth open, just ever so slightly.
Todd looks over at Neil and asks. "Why are you looking at me and not the stars?"
"Because, why look at something pretty all the way out there when I have something good looking right here next to me?" Neil asks, never taking his eyes off of the way the moonlight falls on Todd's face.
"Neil, stop." Todd says, and Neil notes that Todd's blush is even more adorable in the moonlight.
"No, I'm not going to, because it's the truth." Neil says.
"But just…just look up at all the pretty lights in the sky." Todd says, turning his eyes back to the sky.
And because Neil loves Todd with all his heart, he does as Todd asks. And Neil just knows that there are poems writing themselves in Todd's head, and Neil's not really sure how, because yes, the stars and the moon are beautiful, but Neil doesn't think he could even begin to find a way to express their beauty in words on a page. He knows Todd will be able to though, that by this time tomorrow Todd will have pages and pages of new poetry. And Neil can't wait to read it.
Back inside Todd begins scribbling down poetry just like Neil knew he would. Todd doesn't sleep that night, just sits hunched over a notebook scribbling down words so fast Neil isn't quite sure if the handwriting is legible. But as it's after two o'clock in the morning, Neil is a bit too tired to care.
"You coming to bed?" Neil asks, standing in front of where Todd sits on the couch.
"Hm?" Todd asks. "Oh, um, yeah, in a little bit, I wanna write this down before I forget it."
"Okay." Neil yawns, shuffling towards bed.
When Neil wakes up two hours later Todd still hasn't come to bed. Neil gets out of bed, rubs his eyes, and makes his way back to the living room. He finds Todd asleep on the couch, his notebook on his lap and his pencil on the floor.
"Come on Todd, time to go to bed." Neil says, shaking Todd slightly.
"What…." Todd says, his eyes fluttering open.
"You fell asleep writing out here." Neil says sleepily. "Come back to bed me with me."
"M'kay." Todd murmurs.
They make their way back to bed, Todd's notebook and pencil getting thrown onto the beside table without much care before they collapse into bed together.
"Tell me one line you wrote?" Neil asks.
"You are my sun, my moon and all of my stars." Todd says, giving Neil a sleepy kiss on the cheek.
"I love you." Neil says, his eyes drooping.
"Love you too." Todd says.
And with that, they both slip into slumber.