Ant and Dec One Shots

A Quiet Night In

The rain continued its soft patter against the windows, a steady lullaby that wrapped around Dec's cosy living room, mingling with the occasional crackle of a nearby fireplace. The warm glow of a few candles added a gentle, flickering light to the room, casting shadows that danced over Ant, Dec, and Stephen as they nestled together on the plush, oversized couch. The faint scent of vanilla and wood smoke filled the air, and Stephen's sleepy smile softened as he leaned back, visibly relaxing in the comfort of his friends' presence. He looked completely at peace, prompting Ant and Dec to share a quiet, knowing smile.

"Think our little one needs some extra attention today, don't you?" Dec murmured to Ant, his voice just loud enough for Stephen to hear. Stephen's cheeks flushed a soft pink, though he didn't protest, feeling a warm flutter of happiness at their gentle care.

Dec wrapped an arm around Stephen's shoulders, pulling him close, while Ant took his hand, his thumb tracing slow circles over Stephen's knuckles. "Oh, definitely," Ant agreed, leaning his head on Stephen's shoulder, his own gaze tender. "We're keeping you right here with us, mister."

Stephen laughed softly, his eyes twinkling with affection and a touch of bashfulness. "You two really don't hold back, do you?" he murmured, but nestled in a bit closer, savouring the feeling of being cherished.

"Of course not," Dec chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Stephen's temple, the warmth of his lips lingering. "You're our precious one, after all."

Time drifted by as they shared stories and laughter, the sound flowing freely between them and filling the room with an atmosphere of pure comfort. Stephen felt every word, every glance, every gentle touch wrapping around him like a protective shield. Occasionally, Dec would reach over to tousle his hair with a playful grin, watching Stephen's amused huff and the pink deepening on his cheeks. Ant would give Stephen's hand a little squeeze now and then, as if to remind him he was right there, that they weren't going anywhere.

After a while, Dec slipped away and returned with a soft, fluffy blanket, freshly warmed from the dryer, and carefully tucked it around Stephen, who looked up at him with a shy smile. "There we go, all cosy now," Dec murmured, giving Stephen's shoulder a gentle pat and smoothing out any loose edges of the blanket.

Stephen looked down at himself, cocooned snugly, and smiled, a little shy yet clearly content. "You two are spoiling me," he whispered, though the soft, satisfied tone of his voice gave away how much he loved it.

Ant leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Stephen's cheek, his gaze warm and unwavering with affection. "Good. You deserve every bit of it."

The three of them continued their quiet conversation, drifting into moments of comfortable silence where only the rain filled the air. Dec's hand found its way to Stephen's back, rubbing slow, soothing circles, making Stephen let out a soft sigh of contentment. The steady rhythm of Dec's touch and Ant's reassuring presence beside him were like a balm, easing any remnants of tension from his mind.

As the minutes ticked by, Stephen's eyelids grew heavier, his breaths becoming slower and deeper. Dec noticed and reached over, brushing a gentle hand over Stephen's hair. "Go on, little one," he murmured softly. "Rest. We'll be right here."

Stephen opened his eyes briefly, his gaze soft as he looked between his two friends, feeling a swell of gratitude so deep it almost brought tears to his eyes. With a sleepy smile, he finally gave in, resting his head on Dec's shoulder and letting his eyes fall shut, surrounded by the familiar, comforting scent of his friends.

As he began to drift into sleep, Ant leaned over and placed a delicate kiss on Stephen's forehead. "Sweet dreams, Stephen," he whispered, his voice low and full of tenderness.

Dec reached out and took Ant's hand, and they exchanged a look filled with warmth, understanding, and unspoken love. They watched over Stephen, who was now breathing softly in his sleep, his face serene and untroubled. Every so often, Dec would press a gentle pat to Stephen's back, and Ant would smooth a hand over his hair, making sure he stayed warm and snug beneath the blanket.

They remained like that, savouring the quiet intimacy of the moment, content to simply be there for one another. The steady sound of the rain continued outside, soft and soothing, while Stephen slept peacefully between them, feeling every bit of the love and care his friends had for him.