Ant and Dec One Shots

Quiet Moments Together

It was a quiet evening in the middle of summer, the air warm and calm, the soft hum of the city in the distance. The day had been long and filled with filming, and now, at last, Ant and Dec were home, a rare moment of stillness between them. They had been working nonstop, running from one project to the next, their schedules relentless, but they had carved out a few precious hours just for themselves.

Dec was sprawled across the couch, a glass of wine in hand, staring absentmindedly at the flickering TV, while Ant sat beside him, legs stretched out in front of him. The glow of the evening light filtered through the open window, casting a soft, golden hue over the room.

For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, each absorbed in their own thoughts, yet together in a way that felt almost unspoken. There was a deep sense of knowing between them, a familiarity that went beyond words, beyond the moments of laughter and banter that defined their public lives. In these quiet moments, they didn't need to speak-being with each other was enough.

But, eventually, Dec broke the silence.

"Ant," he said, his voice soft, almost as if testing the air. "Do you ever think about how lucky we are?"

Ant turned to him, eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity. "Lucky?" he asked, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What do you mean?"

Dec took a sip of his wine, his gaze never leaving the flickering screen, but his mind clearly elsewhere. "I mean... look at everything we've done. Everything we've been through. We've had our share of ups and downs, but here we are. Still together. Still... us."

Ant chuckled, reaching over to rest a hand on Dec's knee, the familiar warmth of his touch grounding him. "You're sentimental tonight, aren't you?" he teased, though there was a softness to his words that betrayed how much he appreciated Dec's honesty.

Dec gave him a sideways glance, a smile playing on his lips. "Maybe I am," he admitted, then turned serious again, his eyes meeting Ant's. "But honestly, mate... I think we're more than just lucky. We're something... special. You know?"

Ant didn't need to ask what he meant. He knew, as he always had, that their bond was something unique, something that few people ever experienced. They had been through everything together-years of shared laughter, challenges, heartache, and triumphs. It wasn't just friendship-it was brotherhood. They had a connection that went beyond the spotlight, something real, something that had stood the test of time.

"I know what you mean," Ant said, his voice quieter now, filled with a tenderness that only Dec ever got to hear. He turned his body toward Dec, closing the small distance between them. "You're not just my best mate, Dec. You're everything. You've been there for me through thick and thin. I don't know how I would've made it without you."

Dec smiled softly, his eyes glistening with a quiet emotion that Ant knew all too well. "Same here, mate. Same here. We've got each other's backs, no matter what. And that means more than anything."

Without another word, Ant leaned in, brushing his lips against Dec's forehead in a brief, but meaningful kiss. It was a gesture that spoke volumes-no need for anything more. It was the kind of affection that only they shared, deep, genuine, and utterly unspoken.

Dec closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the tenderness of the kiss, before opening them again, his gaze lingering on Ant with a softness that was rare for the two of them. "You know, Ant... sometimes I wonder how we ended up like this. How we got so lucky, how everything just... worked out."

Ant laughed softly, shaking his head. "It wasn't luck. It was us. We made this happen."

Dec nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He sat up a little straighter now, turning his body fully toward Ant, as if he had something important to say. "But seriously... I think the best part of all this? It's that we don't have to pretend with each other. We don't have to put on a show. We can just be... ourselves."

Ant's eyes softened, a smile creeping across his face as he reached out to tuck a strand of Dec's hair behind his ear, the intimate gesture as natural as breathing. "Yeah, we're pretty good at that, aren't we?"

Dec chuckled, leaning in slightly, his lips brushing against Ant's cheek in a gesture that felt both playful and deeply affectionate. "You're the best, Ant. Honestly. I don't know how I got so lucky to have you by my side all these years."

"And I feel the same way," Ant murmured, his hand coming to rest on Dec's shoulder, his thumb gently tracing small circles against the fabric of Dec's shirt. "You're my family. My brother. I love you, Dec. More than I can say."

Dec's eyes softened even further, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. The depth of their bond was clear in the quiet, in the way they looked at each other, in the touch of their hands, in the shared understanding that went far beyond words.

Eventually, Dec leaned back against the couch, his hand still resting on Ant's. "I love you too, mate. More than anything."

They stayed there for a while, just the two of them, lost in their thoughts, surrounded by the peace of their home and the warmth of their friendship. In those moments, they didn't need anything else-no accolades, no audience, no demands. Just the two of them, side by side, living a life full of love, trust, and unwavering loyalty.

It was a love that transcended time and space, something that was theirs alone, and no matter where life took them, they knew they would always have each other. Forever, in every sense of the word.