Chris grasped the other man's hand tightly as his eyes trained onto the TV. His heart was pounding and his palms were sweating.
"Chris…" The other man spoke, while Chris shushed him. "But, Chris, my hand fucking hurts. You're gripping it really tight, AND SHIT THAT HURTS."
"Fucking serves you right, trying to distract me from this show." Chris muttered.
"C'mon, you know I'm just as excited as you are. The only difference is, apparently I want to keep my hand."
"Darren. Please. For the love of God. Shut the fuck up or I will duct tape your mouth shut."
There was silence as they both stared at the screen intently.
1:58pm
1:59pm
2:00pm
"The 12th Doctor will be announced shortly," a voice onscreen said.
"WHAT THE FUCK," Chris shouted out.
"Chris… it's a special. Do you seriously think they're just going to get an entire paying audience in for five minutes to announce the doctor? The thing's half an hour!" Darren said, glancing at Chris.
"That's bullshit. I need to know who the Doctor is now," Chris retorted.
"Calm down! Look, they're interviewing Matt. Just focus on that. It's almost 2:30, alright? You'll get your Doctor soon."
They sat at the couch watching the program, eagerly counting down the time until 2:30, when the Doctor would be announced. When it was finally time, Chris burrowed his head into Darren's neck.
"Babe… they're going to announce it anytime now. Don't you think you should be looking?" Darren prodded.
"No. I don't want to know now. I don't want to be disappointed." Chirs whined.
"C'mon, seriously? I let you almost break my hand only for you to pussy out? No. You're watching the damn announcement with me. Now man up." Darren grunted, before pulling Chris' head up to gaze at the television.
"And the 12th Doctor is….."
Darren and Chris both tightened up, looking at the television and gripping each other's hands as tight as possible.
"PETER CAPALDI!" The host announced, as screams overtook the audience.
"Dare! I called it, I swear I told you yesterday that I thought for sure it would be him!" Chris screamed, wriggling in his seat.
"I got it. You called it, awesome. Now can you let me freak out about the Doctor?"
"I suppose."
"FUCK YEAH! PETER CAPALDI! I LOVED HIM ON SKINS." Darren shouted out, nearly knocking over the nearby coffee table.
"Whoa. Your nerd is showing Dare."
"And yours isn't?" Darren shot back.
"You're adorable when you're geeking out. You know that, right?" Chris asked, gazing into Darren's eyes. He scooted closer to Darren so they were touching thighs.
"So are you," the other man replied, his lips drawing near.
Chris closed the distance and their lips met, before Darren pulled away, "Wait. Does this mean what I think it means?"
"Yes, it does," Chris responded with a wink, before heading to his bedroom.
"FUCK YES! CLASSIC WHO MARATHON!" Darren screamed in joy before following his boyfriend upstairs for what was sure to be a long night.