Day 2 - Cuddling
Tommy could get used to this.
He was currently stretched out on the surprisingly comfortable bed of Noh-Varr’s spotless room in his ship, marred only by the random belongings of Tommy’s that were strewn about. Sometimes Noh got onto him about cleanliness, but the more rebellious side of Tommy liked these little altercations. They never ended on a negative note; they just sort of yelled at each other for a little while and then continued about their day as if nothing had happened. Hell, if anything, Tommy would say that the majority of their “bonding time” was achieved during these arguments.
Noh-Varr’s ship was quickly turning into a place of refuge for Tommy. He found that he enjoyed himself the most when he was a passenger aboard the vessel, especially when it was in the air -- Or, rather, when it was in space. There was something oddly soothing about being thousands of miles away from everyone, away from all the stupid bullshit that seemed to plague him on a regular basis. The only real downside to it was that he couldn’t just walk out the door and go on a run.
It had also proved to be exciting on numerous occasions. Traveling the galaxy with a wanted Kree hybrid supersoldier had it’s dangers, but they were really more of perks to Tommy. When they passed by someone in space, there was about a 50 percent chance that they were going to attack and attempt to either kill or contain them to turn in for some sort of ransom money. Noh-Varr said there probably wasn’t even any ransom out on his head, he was just generally disliked by the Supreme Intelligence of this world, and the Kree were natural enemies of the Skrulls, which meant that the two most common aliens they ran into out there were the two most likely to try and kill them.
Noh-Varr had been worried about Tommy at first, pressing the importance of his safety and trying to convince him that they should stick to Earth, but Tommy wasn’t having it. He was excited by the danger, and he’d be damned if he’d miss out on an opportunity to kick some supremacist alien ass -- with no offense intended towards Noh, of course. In fact, Tommy would be downright pissed if Noh decided he was going to go get into these fights without him. Not only was he missing out on the fun, but what the hell kind of idiot went out to fight hordes of aliens by themselves?
That particular conversation happened to be taking place right at that moment, with Tommy sprawled out on Noh-Varr’s bed while the alien tidied up his room (not that it needed it). Noh-Varr scoffed lightly, leaning down to scoop up the jeans Tommy had discarded earlier in favor of wearing boxers and a t-shirt around.
“I have faced much greater odds than that, Tommy.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what.” It wasn’t a question, but a challenge.
“I once declared war on Earth. All of it.”
“Uh-huh. And how did that turn out for you?” By the patronizing look that he was given, Tommy could tell that his comment had struck home. He flashed him a brilliant grin, rolling onto his stomach and dragging over a pillow to shove his arms under, his chin resting on top of it. He was in clear view of a window, and somehow he never actually tired of watching the stars slowly pass them by.
“Fact of the matter is, I’m that kind of idiot.”
Tommy chuckled. “Point.” He smirked, not bothering to move when he felt the bed shift under Noh’s weight. He felt the larger man settle in beside him, laying a little bit on top of him, and gave a dramatic huff of air. “God, you’re heavy,” he complained, though it was good-naturedly.
“I am made up of a denser mass than humans.” The proclamation sounded almost proud, and Tommy snorted.
“Sounds like an excuse to me. Oof, hey!” He gave a slightly breathless laugh as Noh-Varr laid fully on his back, squirming under him for a moment before falling still. He was stronger than the average person, thankfully, something he knew was due to his mutant gene, so it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable. In fact, it was almost...nice, having Noh pressed on top of him like that. He gave a dramatic sigh for effect, but settled down, staring out the window as they slowly orbited around a planet that was a light green color, clouds swirling along the surface.
They laid like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the view, Noh’s head resting on Tommy’s shoulder. He heaved a contented sigh after a while, allowing his eyes to slide shut, actually enjoying the feeling of Noh-Varr’s weight on him, enveloping and comforting him.
“You know…” The sound of Noh’s voice forced Tommy to wake up a little, realizing after a moment that he had, in fact, been falling asleep. “This planet reminds me of you.”
Tommy cracked his eyes open again, peering at the planet, which was now in clear view of the bedroom window. “Why’s that?” he mumbled, his voice slightly slurred with the exhaustion he felt.
“Well, the most obvious reason is the coloring.” There was a slightly mischievous tone to Noh’s voice, and Tommy rolled his eyes.
“Oh, right. Green and white, how original.” He snorted lightly, settling back down into his pillow and trying not to let the warm, fuzzy tug of sleep overtake him. “I take it you like me in spandex.”
Noh chuckled, a deep, almost comforting sound that resonated from his chest, vibrating against Tommy’s back. “Well, yes, but… More specifically, it reminds me of your eyes. And, of course, your hair.”
Tommy rolled his eyes so dramatically he was sure that Noh-Varr could sense it from behind him. “You’re a big fuckin’ cheeseball, you know that?” he asked, though there was no real venom behind his voice. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about being compared to a planet, but he supposed it was flattering… Hell, it might have even been a little cool, not that he would admit it. That was, as long as Noh-Varr wasn’t implying he was big and round, which Tommy most obviously wasn’t.
Noh-Varr smiled, and Tommy could feel it against the side of his face, so he laid his head on its side so he wouldn’t have to deal with Noh being cheesy and smiling all over him. He kept his eyes trained on the planet as Noh began to speak, though -- he was actually a little bit curious to see what exactly about the planet reminded Noh of him.
“Maybe, but… That’s not the only reason why.” Tommy didn’t reply, waiting patiently for the other to continue. “I’ve visited the planet before. Krekosha. It…hums with energy. Things are always moving, always changing. It’s a slightly…harsher environment,” he admitted, and Tommy chuckled. That sounded about right. “But…I like it. It’s fast-paced, in some areas there is poverty and crime, but there’s something nearly regal in the way that it holds it own, despite all setbacks.”
That was…definitely a compliment. Tommy grumbled lightly and buried his face in the pillow, attempting to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck to his cheeks at an annoying pace. He could practically feel Noh-Varr’s satisfied smirk aimed directly at him, but he said nothing more, rolling so that he was beside Tommy and wrapping an arm around him. Tommy didn’t budge for a long moment, and then finally sighed, turning to face him and burying his face into his chest.
“Maybe we’ll go there sometime,” he grumbled gently, hiding his embarrassment behind weak attempts at annoyance.
A satisfied hum vibrated through Noh-Varr’s chest, and he drew his arms tighter around Tommy. “I think you would like it,” he said, and when the alien pressed a kiss to the top of his head, Tommy let it slide. He could do that, at least this once.
Hell, he could actually get used to this.