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Tommy watches, confused and, honestly, a little scared, as Wilbur paces the living room.
He was fine until a second ago, until- Oh.
"Did you not want me to say yes to the video?" Tommy asks before he can stop himself, trying not to take a step back when Wilbur goes rigid, his pacing ceasing. "I don't know, Tommy." Wilbur sighs, running his hands through his hair.
Tommy can't see Wilbur's face, as his head is tilted down, and he doesn't like that he can't see the man's expression.
"I can cancel if that would-" Tommy tries, going to reach for his pocket, but he's cut off. "Don't." Tommy tries not to tense. "Wil, please, if you want me to cancel then I can just cancel." He pleads, desperately wanting the Wilbur he's become accustomed to back.
"Canceling isn't going to help!" Wilbur huffs, throwing his hands up.
Anger bubbles under Tommy's skin, sapping away the fear. "Then what will!?" He yells, gesturing widely around him.
Wilbur's head snaps up, and Tommy pauses at the intense look in the older's eyes. "Nothing will help, Tommy!" Wilbur shouts, advancing. Tommy is too angry to be afraid, and he stands his ground.
"And do you know why nothing will help, Tommy?" Wilbur looms over him, barely any space between them, and reaches up to craddle Tommy's face in his hands. Despite the fact that Wilbur is clearly livid, the hold is gentle, loving. "Because what I want, what would fix it, can't. happen." Tommy blinks at the words, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion. He doesn't get a chance to get a word in edgewise, as Wilbur continues.
"I want to keep you all to myself. I never want anyone else to ever be near you. But that isn't how it works, and it would hurt you." Wilbur's voice breaks a bit at the end, like the thought physically pains him.
"You are mine, Tommy. Mine." Wilbur finally stops speaking, heaving for breath like he's just run a marathon.
Tommy just stands there, trying to process. Wilbur doesn't let go, eyes flitting across his face.
When it finally processes, Tommy starts giggling. Wilbur's expression simultaniously darkens and softens.
"You're mad because I agreed to a video and you're a possessive bastard?" Tommy laughs, bringing a hand up to try and stiffle the noise. "That's hilarious." He huffs, wrapping his arms around Wilbur and dragging himself into a hug.
Immediately, there are arms around him in return.
One arm is around his waist, hand curled over his hip, and the other goes over his upper back, hand burried in his hair. He's completely caged to Wilbur's chest, almost held prisoner.
Tommy already knows that if he tried to pull away, he wouldn't move an inch.
Wilbur is muttering nonsense from where he's burried his face in Tommy's hair, pushing his face into the man's shoulder. Tommy closes his eyes, leaning against Wilbur and going limp. As suspected, he doesn't slip at all.
"My love," Wilbur murmurs into his hair, swaying them where they stand. "My darling. Mine." Tommy digs his hands into Wilbur's sweater.
An idea suddenly comes to him, and despite assuming it probably won't end well for him, Tommy opens his mouth to speak.
"Dad-" He doesn't get past that, as the arms around him tighten, making it a bit of a struggle to breathe. "Mine." Wilbur repeats, growling, scattering roughly a million kisses amongst his curls. Tommy giggles, burrying his face further into the man's sweater.
"Mine," Wilbur hisses, pausing pressing kisses amongst his hair only to speak.
"All mine. My Tommy, my love, my darling, my baby, mine." Jesus christ. Tommy huffs into Wilbur's shoulder, pulling his head back as much as he can, which isn't much with the way he's being held, and looking up at his father.
"Can I take over your guest room for when I stay here?" He asks, figuring now is the perfect opportunity, since the man is being so clingy.
Wilbur laughs, something manic burried in the sound. "Oh no, sunshine, there is no 'when you stay over', you will be moving in with me." Wilbur huffs, moving his hand from Tommy's hair to cup his cheek, tapping along his cheekbone.
Tommy burries his face back into Wilbur's sweater, yawning.
"Are you tired, sweetheart?" Wilbur croons, kissing him on the temple. Tommy hums shortly, closing his eyes and snuggling closer. He yelps slightly when the hold changes and he's suddenly been swept off his feet.
He settles after a moment, eyes fluttering closed again as he adjusts to wrap his arms around Wilbur's neck, resting his head on the brunette's shoulder.
"Bastard." Tommy croaks, just for good measure, as he sways with Wilbur's footsteps.
"Sweetheart." Is all Wilbur says back, smug. Tommy is tempted to say he hates the man, but then he considers that it'll probably only end up with Wilbur getting more possessive, and he would actually like to eventually have personal space again.
"I love you." Tommy mumbles, and Wilbur hums, pleased.
"Love you too, snowflake."
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Tommy wakes up trapped. Realistically, he knew he would, but he didn't expect Wilbur, who is still asleep, to be holding on so tightly. There- Are probably bruises around his waist, and if there aren't there will be.
He tries to turn around, but Wilbur, still asleep, fucking growls at him.
So, being so smart, a genious, even, Tommy decides to wake Wilbur up. How? By trying to pry Wilbur's arms away. It kind of hurts, actually, but he persists. He doesn't think he'll ever understand how the older is so strong.
"Tommy." Wilbur warns groggily, giving him a warning squeeze.
"I wanna turn around!" He whines, and Wilbur starts grumbling, but loosens his hold just enough for Tommy to wriggle around so that they're chest to chest. Sure enough, when the pressure is gone, he's aware of pain. The kind of pain bruises bring.
"Ow." Tommy deadpans, making Wilbur peer down at him with half open eyes, curious. "What?" Wilbur croaks, strengthening his hold again and burrying his face in Tommy's hair, pressing a kiss to his scalp. "You held onto me too tightly, I can already feel bruises around my waist." He complains, wedging one arm under Wilbur's neck, leaving it straight across the pillows, and slinging his other arm over the man's ribs, under the brunette's arm, the lower half of his arm resting against the elder's back.
"Sorry, hon." Wilbur mumbles, not sounding sorry at all.
"No you're not." Tommy mumbles back, closing his eyes and pressing the lower half of his face into the neckline of Wilbur's sweater. "No," Wilbur agrees softly, kissing him on the scalp again. "But I love you."
"Love you too."
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Tommy is woken in the middle of the night by his covers being pried away. "Wilby, stop." He whines, trying to pull his covers back over himself. He moved in with Wilbur two months ago, and has been abducted from his bed in the middle of the night by the brunette countless times already.
"Go back to sleep, baby." Wilbur shushes gently, cupping his face and kissing him on the forehead.
Sometimes, Wilbur just gets super possessive again out of nowhere, and drags Tommy to his room so that he can keep him to himself, while Tommy just gets to watch TV.
Groaning in exasperation, Tommy shoves the covers away himself an reaches up to wrap his arms around Wilbur, his father, 's neck.
Wilbur hums, pleased, hoisting him into the air. "I love you." Wilbur says jovially, far too awake for it being one in the god damned morning. Tommy tries to return the sentiment, but it comes out all slurred. Wilbur doesn't seem to mind.