#tofis hire me

[ganseybois]

What if alfie and thomas go on a little vacation, just the two of them? XD

here you go! idk if you wanted something more fun than this but i just wanted to write some morning vacation softness, so i hope you like!

Tommy had once been told that he could never stop moving, because if he stopped moving, everything would catch up with him. It happened to his mother too, and that’s what led to her death. But he had found, actually, that it was not about always moving. It was about moving toward the right person, and then stopping when you found them. He had thought that person was Grace, and although he had loved her very much, he was actually moving in another direction altogether.

To Alfie Solomons.

They were vacationing in a house in the countryside and had paid a generous amount to do so. They had gone back and forth on vacationing in a small town, or even going to America, but what they both really wanted more than anything else was not to see the world, but to rather spend time together, uninterrupted, where no one would question them, or think it strange. To spend weeks together without having to sneak into one another’s homes.

Tommy was quite content with their decision.

He was standing outside in just his trousers, sans cigarette or drink, simply standing on the front porch breathing in the fresh air. He had missed this more than he realized. It cleared his head. Alfie cleared his head (and if that wasn’t the most ironic thing in the world).

Cyril, who they had brought along with them, trotted out of the house and onto the grass, sniffing and rolling around happily before laying in the sun. Tommy smiled gently, watching before he heard Alfie’s heavy footsteps come up from behind him, walking over to the railing and leaning against it, watching his dog.

“It’s early Tom,” Alfie said tiredly. He was still dressed in his night clothes.

Tommy shrugged. Alfie didn’t like it when he didn’t sleep, more because Alfie was afraid about what it did to his mental state, rather than how it affected his clarity during the day. “You’re up as well, Alfie.”

Alfie rolled his eyes—Tommy could see it from here. “You mate, have always been, and will always be, very fucking good at pointing out the painfully obvious.”

Tommy smiled softly and walked over to Alfie, kissing his shoulder. Alfie looked over at him, the very real fear hidden beneath his playful expression. “Everything is fine, Alfie. I slept well, even. I haven’t been up for much longer than you.”

“Feeling all right then?”

“I feel fine.”

“Fine?” Alfie sighed dramatically, making Tommy grin. Alfie believed him, he could tell. “I bring you out all the way to this house, out of my own fucking pocket, might I add, and all I get is a fine? I’ll tell you Thomas, you, mate, are harder to please than any fucking woman I’ve ever met.”

Tommy hid his smile in Alfie’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around Alfie’s side, Alfie throwing his own arm over Tommy’s shoulder. “And how many women have you actually conversed with? Two? Three?”

“Fuck off Tom. I was a romancer, I’ll have you fucking know.”

“A romancer?” Tommy let slip a laugh, Alfie’s smile widening as he did. “Who were you romancing Alfie? What poor Jewish woman did you force your terrible flirtations on?”

“I didn’t force nothing on no one, I’ll have you fucking know. My flirtations, yeah, have always been well fucking received.”

“I doubt that.”

“Oh really? What the fuck are you doing here then, eh?”

“Alfie, if it weren’t for me, we would not be together, I can promise you that.”

“Right, sure,” Alfie chuckled, kissing Tommy’s head, “whatever makes you feel better Tom.”

Tommy chuckled softly, pulling Alfie with him to the steps, sitting down close to one another, their sides pressed together firmly, hands clasped, heads bent in the direction of each other. The weather was perfect, the air cool—everything about the moment was so incredibly serene, almost magical. Something unreal. Something that Tommy didn’t ever think he’d be allowed to have.

“When we retire, let’s move to the country.” Tommy murmured. “Us, the kids, Cyril.”

“Yeah, you do belong out here treacle, I can fucking see that.” he sighed, shaking his head, looking out to the distance. “The man who is fucking running cities isn’t fit to actually be in one. You have always been your worst enemy, darling.”

“It’s what makes me so interesting.”

“Interesting, mad, all the fucking same now.” But Alfie turned Tommy’s face toward him and kissed him gently. Tommy felt warm all over—it wasn’t just the sun, it was Alfie. Alfie was just warm. “Whatever you want Tom, whatever you want, yeah? You want to move here, then we will.”

“That easy is it?” Tommy put his head on Alfie’s shoulder.

“Mate, how many times do I gotta tell you, eh? I am a fucking god amongst men. I’ll move you anywhere you want. Bring the fucking sun down for you if you wanted, yeah?”

Tommy squeezed his hand. “I don’t need the sun, Alfie. I have you.”

Alfie was quiet, as he sometimes was, when Tommy surprised him with his romantic affirmations of love, but Tommy felt Alfie’s lips lightly brush the top of his head. Besides, they didn’t always need to speak, they were good at reading the silences. So, they sat there, in the cool summer breeze, Cyril barking happily in the distance, enjoying their vacation.