Tomarry One Shots

| Gaming buddies PT. 3

22/07/2018

"Fancy another coffee Lilypad?" James asked, getting up from the kitchen table, a bounce in his step as he hummed to the music playing from the living room.

"No thanks, James," Lily said. She was doing a crossword in her magazine, tapping the end of her pencil on her chin. "Taboo amongst family in eight letters?"

James hummed. "Politics?"

"Oh, good one, it could be," she said, writing it down. "What about—"

"TOM! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

James looked up at the ceiling, frowning as he shared a glance with his wife. "The mouth on that boy."

"I know right," she said with a sigh, "at least when he was younger he tried to be discreet about it."

"That's that Tom's influence, have you heard how he speaks to his dad?"

She nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. "Yeah but—I dunno, James. They've been friends for so long, we really need to talk about this meeting up business. You know if we don't let him Harry'll be off the second he turns eighteen. And I can't guarantee he'll come back."

"Oh, don't say things like that, Lily," James said, sitting down beside her at the regretful look in her eye.

"No I mean it," she said, setting her magazine and pencil down, "we never took this seriously but look at them—on the phone from morning 'til night, they sleep on the phone together, have you noticed that? They've been playing that game everyday for years—"

"I know, I know," James said, setting a hand on hers. "You're right, it's just something we're gonna have to suck up and accept."

He wasn't happy about it—something about that Tom. He was, for lack of a better word, freakish. Always wearing pink, a mouth on him that was frankly shocking, a real prissy way of talking otherwise. It wasn't that James didn't like him, or didn't approve, he just thought Harry fit in with his normal friends a bit more.

And it was so obvious they weren't just friends—James had heard Harry wanking over the phone with Tom, for God's sake. How was that normal? He didn't have any issue with queers—or his son being one, for that matter—but over the phone? Really?

"I say we just tell Harry to sort out a date, and we'll drop him off for a week this summer, how about that?" Lily said, her smile tight.

James tilted his head this way and that, grumbling. "I dunno how happy I am about just dropping him off there though, we don't know Tom's dad—he could be a right weirdo if his son's anything to go off."

"James!" Lily hissed, slapping his hand. "Don't—I mean it."

He held his hands up and said, "I'm just saying!"

"Well, we'll arrange to meet the father. Then we can make up our minds."

"I don't think we'll have much say by that point, Lily," James said gravely.

"Yeah—" but whatever Lily was going to stay was cut off by her phone ringing. James watched her pick it up, a frown pulling at her brow as she said, "I don't have this number."

"Commercial?"

"No—normal," she said, swiping his finger across the screen before pressing it to her ear. "Hello?"

James tried to listen, but other than a male voice, he couldn't make anything out. Lily, though, had wide eyes.

"Wait a moment—" she said, cutting the man off— "I have my husband here, let me put you on speaker."