I still don't like you Tom."
"I still don't like you too, Marco."
5 years later
"Hey, you're still coming over right?"
"Yeah, yeah just give me a second."
"Okay, but you better hurry," Marco teased," or Star is going to eat all the nachos."
Before he could blink, a column of flame burst through the rug behind him and Tom emerged from the dissipating flames. He started to brush off soot from his torn and worn out t-shirt. Tom always wore that shirt, other than the times he came in a suit, and it suited him nicely. The tears in the fabric exposing just the right amount of skin and his boots giving him just the right amount of heel right for a man. It wasn't a fashion trend but it was his style, his physique.
Marco tossed his phone onto the bed next to him, landing with the softest thump. He turned around with a grin so wide the stars would've mistaken it as the moon. "Tom!" he spread his arms," C'mon bring it in!"
Tom scoffed," What are you, seven?"
Marco gave a half-hearted shrug,"Does it count if I'm a child at heart?"
It was true, Marco was a child at heart and Tom found it rather cute. His obsession with karate, the Mackie Hand movies, the fact that he still refers to himself as the 'safe kid', the list could go on for eternity. It wasn't just an excuse for a hug, it was also a statement.
"Eh, I suppose it checks out," Tom sighed as he spread his arms.
Marco's grin grew wider than it was before, it seemed like it wasn't even humanly possible. Then again, he had lived with an alien for years, some of those 'out of this world' habits could have rubbed off on him.
He latched himself on Tom, who then, wrapped his arms around Marco's waist, burying his face into Marco's hoodie. It was then Marco's turn to be surprised, as Tom lifted him off the ground and spun him around, causing him to let out a burst of giggles. Tom smiled at the sound of his boyfriend's fit of laughter, it had been months since he had heard it last.
Last year, Marco had enrolled in dual enrollment and Tom had to take care of underworld duties as Prince of Hell, both of their schedules had been hectic. They barely had enough time to speak to each other via mirror causing their newly blossomed relationship to be put on pause. Tom and Marco were both counting down the days until they could be with each other again, hold each other, kiss each other. Today was finally that day; the happiest day of their lives.
The day they had reunited as a couple.
Tom set his boyfriend back onto the ground and pulled him back into a passionate hug, making up for all the times when they couldn't comfort each other when they needed it the most.
"I missed you," Tom mumbled into Marco's jacket.
Marco looked up at him, tears lining the brink of his eyes," I missed you too, Tom."