Oneshots and Other Things

Coming Home

So, I've already done Dec/Stephen and Ant/Stephen so I thought why not go all the way with Ant/Dec/Stephen XD

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The front door rattled slightly, the first piece of evidence that they were back. Stephen paused the quiet music that had been playing out of his phone as he worked in the kitchen, straining his ears to hear the scratch of a key against the lock and the low hum of continuous bickering.

"I'm tired, Anth." Dec's voice was suddenly louder, racing a rush of cold air from outside to try and reach Stephen first. Every inch of his petulance was crisp and audible, far from the poor-quality video calls that they had relied on for the last month.

"So tired you couldn't get a key in the door?" Ant retorted amusedly, always managing to sound teasing and endlessly affectionate at the same time.

"You slept on the plane," Dec muttered unhappily, the sound of two shoes being dropped to the floor in quick succession swiftly following before he raised his voice. "Stevie?"

"He's hiding 'cause we're already arguing," Ant chipped in cheekily. Stephen smiled to himself, easily imagining the grin on the other man's face.

"I'm in the kitchen when you've made up," he called back, not sure why all three of them were taking their time. He'd been looking forward to this very second for the last four weeks, especially on the long evenings spent in an empty house, watching the latest episode of I'm a Celebrity with a twinge in his chest. It always cheered him up once he got over his initial despondence at being on the other side of the world.

He'd imagined there being more of a rush, all three of them coming together in a tangled mess but Ant appeared first, brightening as soon as he laid eyes on Stephen. Or maybe he saw the food that was in the process of being prepared. Either way, most of his focus was with Stephen and the warmth in his gaze was magnetic, luring the younger man closer.

"Hello," Ant smiled contentedly, wasting no time before embracing him tightly. Stephen sank his head onto the slightly lower shoulder and closed his eyes, aware of Ant's proximity from head to toe and feeling their chests expand and contract together.

"Hi," he replied fondly, "How was your trip home?"

"Dec won't stop complaining about the fact I napped through most of the flight," Ant mumbled against his shirt. Stephen was sure another smirk would be crossing his face as he spoke.

Before he could reply, another set of footsteps meandered into the kitchen, a hand brushing his spine lightly in a bid to steal his attention. "Hi, Deccy."

"Oi!" Ant exclaimed before Dec replied, his head twitching against Stephen's shoulder as if he'd just been flicked on the ear. "Get off, you twerp."

Dec laughed melodically and Stephen listened to his movements; away from Ant and over to one of the counters. A slight huff as he pushed himself onto the side and then the ruffle of his trousers as he swung his legs back and forth. Every sound and gesture was a picture in Stephen's head.

Ant pulled away reluctantly but only to lift his head and meet Stephen's lips with his own. When he withdrew again he let Stephen keep their foreheads pressed together, eyes disappearing once more as he smiled faintly. And when he spoke Stephen could feel his breath trail across his skin. "Go on, pay the other one some attention before he throws a hissy fit."

"I'm not the other one," Dec replied, the forced frown on his face still firmly in place when Stephen eventually turned from Ant and walked over to the makeshift seat he had made for himself. The expression melted when Stephen was in front of him though, the amused lights in his eyes mellowing and every feature on his face softening. "Come here, Stevie."