TW: Fluff/ RPS
Title: ~Big Romantic Guesture~
Trott had never been one for romance.
It wasn’t that he had a particular distaste for candlelit dinners or a fuming hatred for rose petals, but the thought of having someone do these things for him or doing them for someone else had never particularly appealed to the brunette.
That was, until he started dating Ross.
Ross didn’t do candlelit dinners or rose petals, a fact that Trott was glad for because the clichéd nature of such symbols would’ve made it difficult to take much of it seriously. However, the dark-haired man was fond of leaving notes around the house, strategic places that Trott would notice but Smith would remain blissfully ignorant of (ever since the tallest man had found I love the way you say my name scrawled on a post-it stuck to the carton of milk, they’d been sure to keep it discreet). He’d whisper words of love into Trott’s ear when he thought he was asleep, stroked his thumb over the soft skin of Trott’s hand, nuzzled the brunette’s forehead and pressed soft kisses to the skin.
Trott had been a bit taken aback, at first, because he hadn’t expected notes and nuzzles and whispered words out of the same man who shouted obscenities at him and Smith over losing at Trials and could barely remember what to get at the supermarket. So if he had shown a bit of surprise at the kind words and frequent reminders of what Ross considered the most important aspects of their relationship, it was hardly unwarranted.
The fact remained, though, that Ross was good, really good, at being romantic and Trott had been determined, ever since he realised that maybe he wasn’t as ambivalent towards romance as he once thought, to pay him back in kind.
It was hard, because most of the time Trott thought of something he’d quickly come to the realisation that a) it was too cheesy and they’d both fall apart laughing or b) Ross’d already done something similar and it no longer held the novelty Trott wanted in his Big Romantic Gesture.
Because Ross, the absolute bastard, deserved something amazing and damned if Trott knew what that was.
It wasn’t until Ross made a passing remark, something muttered in the time between waking up and getting out of bed, Ross’ arms wrapped firmly around him and kisses pressed to Trott’s neck, that he knew what to do - well, try, anyway.
When Ross came home later that day after a meeting at YogTowers, it was to a blanket fort in the living room, material propped up on chairs and the couch and with pillows strewn haphazardly on the floor. Trott was standing near the back, looking at Ross with slight nerves etched on his face.
“I- you said, this mornin’, that you’d always wanted to build a blanket fort and- I don’t know, it’s pretty shit but I’ve got popcorn and I put the TV under so we can watch crappy movies and there’s pillows on the floor to sit on and-” Trott gestures to the structure, twisting his lips into a frown before sighing. “Don’ know, just- wanted to give you something back, you know, since you’re the romantic one and I’m really- not.”
Ross let a smile cross his face, tugging first at the corners of his mouth before erupting into a full-blown grin as he sets down his bag and crosses the room, careful to avoid knocking down the fort.
“You’re a twat,” Ross says, pulling Trott close and pressing a kiss to his temple, smiling into the skin and enjoying how Trott sighs and relaxes into his embrace. “You’re a massive, stupid, romantic twat and I love you, love this .” He pulls back slightly, keeping his hands firmly around Trott but pulling away to make eye contact. “Now let’s curl up and watch a dumb movie while I tell you how fucking fantastic you are.”
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