maybe belliton and "we should move in together"?
Alex thinks he can feel a migraine building as he makes his way up the stairs to Bellamy’s apartment, cursing every god he can think of for the elevator still being broken after an entire week. At least he can count the three flights of stairs as his exercise for the day.
He reaches Bellamy’s door a few minutes later, barely getting two knocks in before it’s being swung open, his boyfriend grinning down at him with a slightly crazed look that Alex raises an eyebrow at, but doesn’t comment on as he steps in.
“Good day?” Bellamy asks, shutting the door and then wiping his hands on what Alex realizes is an apron.
“Sure.” Alex toes off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket, hanging it up on the hook that has slowly become his over the months. He turns to see Bellamy still standing there, teetering back on his heels as he looks at Alex. “Thanks for letting me stay the night,” Alex says, stepping forward to press a kiss to Bellamy’s cheek, rocking forward onto his tiptoes so he can reach. “I couldn’t even think about having to deal with my roommates tonight. I’m exhausted.”
“It’s not a problem,” Bellamy tells him quickly, flashing Alex a bright smile, giving one of his hands a quick squeeze before letting his arms fall back to his sides, drawing Alex’s eyes back to his clothing.
“What’s that all about?” He asks, gesturing at the apron. “A new look? Or are you cooking?” He knows that Bellamy usually only cooks when he’s anxious or planning something special.
Bellamy makes a loud exclamation at the question, his mouth falling open, and then he’s turning around and dashing back into the kitchen, Alex following once he hears the sounds of cursing.
He walks in to see Bellamy quickly turning off the stove, the pot sitting on top of it boiling over the edge, some of the contents spilling onto the floor. Alex starts to move over to where some of the hand towels are hanging, but Bellamy beats him to it, throwing them onto the puddles, still cursing under his breath.
“Need me to do anything?” Alex asks, rubbing at the back of his neck and feeling a little useless as Bellamy mops up the mess.
Bellamy stands up with a sigh, looking put out as he tosses the wet towels into the sink. “No,” he murmurs, starting to untie his apron. “I’ll just…make something else, something quick!”
“Hey…” Alex walks over to Bellamy, taking his hands once he’s got the apron off. “Don’t stress yourself out.” He rubs his thumbs over the back of Bellamy’s hands as he takes a deep breath, giving Alex a grateful smile. “Besides,” Alex continues, “I might just go to sleep? I’m just so tired, I’m barely keeping my eyes open.”
“O-oh,” Bellamy stammers, eyes going wide. “Right. Yeah. Of course, no, you should sleep! Yeah.” He steps away, and Alex gives him a weird look that Bellamy just waves away. “Really, go sleep. You deserve it. I’ll just heat something up for myself then sneak in later. I’ll try not to wake you.”
“You sure?” Alex asks, narrowing his eyes as he searches Bellamy’s face. They’ve barely been dating six months, but Alex thinks that he’s pretty good at reading Bellamy, and something is definitely up. He’s got that weird smile on his face, the one where one corner of his mouth twitches every now and then. “I can-”
“I’m sure,” Bellamy assures him, stooping down to kiss the corner of Alex’s mouth. “You look tired. Sleep.” He tucks a strand of hair behind Alex’s ear, smiling gently, and Alex smiles back, leaning into the touch for a moment before stepping out of Bellamy’s reach, turning to head into the bedroom.
He gets his shirt over his head quickly and tosses it onto the floor, turning with his hands on his pants zipper when his eyes land on the bed, making him pause.
There’s a bouquet of flowers on the bed, still wrapped up, but unmistakably flowers. Nice flowers, too.
Alex walks over to the flowers, picking them up and turning them, looking for a note, but he doesn’t see anything to give him a clue as to what they’re for. Is he forgetting about some sort of anniversary? But they’ve never celebrated any of their monthly milestones, so why start now?
He chews at his lip before making a decision, turning and walking back into the kitchen, spotting Bellamy hunched over the kitchen table, staring at something in his hands.
“Bell?” Alex asks, getting even more confused when Bellamy’s head shoots up in surprise, face flushing when he sees what Alex is holding. “Uhm, what are these?” He holds out the flowers, watching as Bellamy opens and closes his mouth a few times. “Should I start apologizing for forgetting something important?”
“No!” Bellamy practically yells, standing up and walking to stand in front of Alex, eyes still on the flowers. “No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s…” He trails off, worrying at his lower lip as his eyes slowly move to Alex’s, his gaze nervous. “It’s uhm, well it was going to be a surprise.”
“A surprise…” Alex repeats, suddenly wary. He doesn’t like surprises. “What are you t-”
“We should move in together!” Bellamy blurts out, his hands clenched at his sides. He watches Alex with wide eyes, silence stretching between them. Alex doesn’t know what to say. “I-I mean, if you want to,” Bellamy amends quickly, sounding panicked. “Or not! Just…whatever.” Bellamy’s posture slumps, and Alex gives himself a small shake and spurs into action.
“No!” He says, mentally kicking himself when Bellamy turns away with a frown. “I mean no as in wait!” Alex corrects, reaching out with his free hand to grab one of Bellamy’s. “I…you really mean it?” He asks, feeling his heart beating rapidly in his chest. “Me? You want me to move in?”
“Who else?” Bellamy mumbles, but he gives Alex a hesitant smile, laughing a little when Alex doesn’t say anything. “Of course I want you to.”
“Why?” Alex asks, completely taken aback, but Bellamy just laughs again, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m serious! I’m…I’m annoying. I’m messy! Like, I just threw my shirt on your floor! And I totally ruined your amazing plans! I blew off your dinner and forced you to turn to something microwaveable just for yourself! I’m selfish. You don’t want me, you-”
Bellamy surges forward, cutting off Alex’s stream of words with a firm kiss. Alex freezes at first, surprised, but then he’s relaxing, leaning into it, feeling himself start to calm down, to really take in what’s happening.
“I do want you,” Bellamy murmurs against his lips, pulling back a little so they can look at each other. He’s smiling. “You’re not annoying, and I don’t care if you’re messy. You’re messy even if you aren’t living with me, so I already know about that, I can live with it.” Bellamy chuckles when Alex pouts, sneaking in another quick kiss. “I’m serious, Alex.”
Alex shake his head, looking down at the flowers briefly before back up at Bellamy. “But are you sure?”
Bellamy gives him an exasperated look, and then he’s extending the hand Alex isn’t holding, opening it to show Alex the key resting on his palm. “I’m more than sure. I got this made for you a month ago. I just…it took me awhile to build up the courage to ask.”
Alex stares at the key, his thoughts running a mile a minute. He never thought anyone would want to move in with him. Ever. But then again, he never even thought someone like Bellamy would want to date him. So maybe this is possible.
“Alex?” Bellamy prompts, suddenly sounding nervous again. “If this is too fast we don’t have to. We can wait, we can-”
“It’s not too fast!” Alex cuts in, letting go of Bellamy’s hand and snatching the key out of his palm. “I want to, right now. This is mine.” He puts the key in his pocket, smiling when Bellamy lets out a loud laugh. “No take backs.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Bellamy says, kissing Alex again, both of them smiling against the other’s mouth. “Now,” Bellamy steps back and takes the flowers out of Alex’s hand. “Let me put these in a vase, and then I’ll join you.”
“Join me? I thought you were going to eat?” Alex asks, his voice slightly teasing as he watches Bellamy get the flowers situated. His heart is still pounding, his stomach fluttering, and he can’t seem to stop smiling. “Something else on your mind now?”
Bellamy comes back over to Alex, a coy smile on his face that doesn’t fool Alex for a second. “I’m not that hungry anymore,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around Alex’s waist, palms resting on his lower back, warm against his bare skin. Then he’s bending down to press a kiss to the side of Alex’s jaw.
“Yeah?” Alex asks, laughing breathlessly as he tilts his head to give Bellamy better access, throwing his arms around Bellamy’s neck. “Good,” he whispers, pulling Bellamy closer. “Cause I’m not that tired anymore.”
Bellamy chuckles, his shoulders shaking under Alex’s arms, and then he’s making a surprised but pleased sound low in his throat as Alex starts to tug him towards the bedroom, both of them stumbling along the way, unwilling to relinquish their grasp on the other.