Centennial Lovers
A/N: So all fun and games aside, I'm back from my vacation with a new chapter! Okay so I ended up not writing a depressing chapter... But this is bittersweet-ish? I don't know.
A/N 2: So I wrote this back in January 8. So yay! Another 'Unreleased Bonus'! So some details about this fic; originally, I wanted it to dub it as a Tom/Mystery man from McFly. Technically it still is (?) but remember this is all Flones so y'all know that the pairing is Flones anyway. Another thing you should know, this fic literally came from the top of head. So this is actually a bit random. Is it with a plot? You decide (No really please tell me if it really does have a plot of some sort...). Enjoy!
The Man in Black
Tom fumbled with the button on his jacket. The cold night air nipped at the skin on his hands, he had forgotten his gloves at the nightclub the worked at. They were his favorite pair too, blue cotton gloves. He shivers as snow falls onto his exposed palms. He groans and shoves them in his pockets. He feels his phone in there and decides to at least check the time.
11:54 pm.
He nodded to himself then put it back in his pocket. The soft crunch of snow was all he could hear which was a bit strange because London was usually still up even in an hour like this. But he didn't complain, it's good to have time for yourself sometimes. Tom rounds the corner and into a lit alleyway that also served as a shortcut to the next street.
He walks down the alleyway, walking around trash bins and over trash itself. Then before he reaches the other side, he hears it. The familiar twelve rings courtesy of Ben, Big Ben.
Tom stops walking and hops onto a trash bin, sitting on it. He waits but he knows he won't be late. He never was. Tom closes his eyes and sighs again, he just wanted to rest but this will only be a moment. Just a moment. Just as Ben rang one last time, Tom heard a soft thud and someone cup his face. Tom's eyes blinked open, he smiled.
"Hey." He whispered. The other man leaned in and kissed Tom. Soft and passionate but having a slight aggression to it.
"Hi." He said. "I'm not late am I?"
"Nope, punctual as always." The other man nodded, satisfied with the answer given. A gust of wind. The other mans black coat flapped around, the leather making a noise. "You really seem to like that black coat and of it's not the coat, it's the black hoodie."
"Well I'm into black and conservative clothing."
Tom nodded, "The Man in Black. I know. Mystery hero of London!"
The mystery man smiled and rolled his eyes. Tom hopped off the bin and held the blue-eyed beauty. He ran his fingers through the choppy brown hair. Tom leaned in and kissed him again. He toyed with the black lacquer mask his boyfriend always wore while he was on duty, which was nearly every night.
"Well? Are we?" Tom asked as he pulled away. The brown haired man shook his head.
"I'm not in the mood, I just wanna hold you. That's it." He lead him and Tom to the trash bin again where they both sat down and held each other. Tom rested his head on the others shoulder. They both just sat there for the longest while.
Tom's eyelids started to droop, the lateness of the night was starting to get to him. He felt his lover shift to make him more comfortable.
"Night." He said. "Love you."
"Will I see you in the morning?" Tom yawned.
"You and I already know the answer." Then the clock stroke once.
When he woke he was gone. Tom was in his apartment in his bed wearing his pajamas. How the other man got him up to the third floor, into the apartment, and change his clothes; Tom will never know. He sighed as he sat up, he ran his fingers through his hair. Instead of cold bare hands though, he felt the soft cotton of blue gloves. He smiles.
"I love you too, Dan."
A/N 3: Even up until now I forget that I wrote this because it gives me this weird feeling in my chest... I'm weird so I'll go now. Later!
