One Day at A Time- Madderton Oneshots

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Richard was tired.

No. Richard was exhausted. For the past two weeks he has had meeting after meeting discussing his part in his new movie. Flying out to LA and constantly meeting new people from the Marvel team had his nerves shot. He despised being away from his comfortable home. Six months ago, Richard decided to take permanent residence in a luxurious flat in London. But it wasn't the building that was home.

It's Taron.

Sweet gentle Taron. With his stupidly cute smile and warm presence. Taron flipped Richard's world when he asked him out all those months ago while shooting Rocketman. Ever since then, Richard cannot find comfort unless his puppy eyed partner is close. Richard is convinced he would follow Taron to the ends of the earth just for the chance to prove how much he truly trusted and love him.

Looking around the bright white hotel room, Richard sighs. It's three am and he longs for the warmth of Taron's arms. The room has been completely packed and put back into its original form. Just fifteen more hours until he can be home, curled up close to his love while their new kitten would playfully claw at their feet.

Leaving the hotel and catching a cab to LAX, Richard puts in his AirPods and shuffles the soundtrack to Rocketman. Flights always made him nervous but listening to Taron's warm voice lessens the worry that balls in his chest. "Thank You For All of Your Loving" begins, Richard scoffs to himself. Saying he loves Taron is an understatement, he worships the ground he walks, but he's definitely thankful for the loving relationship they have.

Before Taron, Richard's life had become overwhelming and uncertain. While his career had been at a steady upraising and grew more with "Bodyguard", his personal life had been completely spiraling. His lack of a love life and steady relationship, platonic or romantic, began to affect his outlook on life. Was he going to live his life alone? Would he get the chance to experience life and love with someone? The relationship they foraged rested his anxieties and gave him hope.

Just breathe.

He quickly entered the airport and got through as quick as he could in the nightmare of an airport. Finally getting in the plane and blaring his music, Young American by Bowie- Taron loves this song, he attempts to calm himself before takeoff. Thirteen more hours.

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Stepping of of the London cab, Richard felt his head buzz in anticipation. He flew up the step to the door and threw his suitcase down. I'll get it later. He took his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. Warmth flooded out of the threshold, revealing the cozy living room. Richard quickly took his shoes off and walked towards the kitchen. Peering into the room, the smell of Taron's favorite takeout and sight of his beautiful boyfriend dancing and singing filled his heart.

"Little Jeannie
You got so much time, little Jeannie
Though you've grown beyond your years
You still retain the fears of youth~"

Taron was facing away from Richard, plating his food that he seemingly just received. His hips swayed gently with the serenade of Elton's piano. Richard quietly entered the room and snuck behind his oblivious boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around Taron's waist and tucked his head into the crook of his neck. Taron jumped but eased back into Richard's shoulder when he smelt his love's cologne. Taron twisted around and pulled Richard into a passionate and needy kiss.

Home

Richard pushed aside whatever food was on the counter and lifted Taron up. Groping and touching Taron, Richard quickly found himself dominating Taron's power. Taron's mouth was warm and wet. His thighs clenched around Richard, holding him in place. Taron's fingers knotted themselves into Richard's thick curls and forced Richard's tongue deeper and harder. After a few minutes of their steamy make out session, Richard pulled away and laid his forehead against Taron's. The two were panting and staring into the other's dilated and hungry eyes.

"Hi there gorgeous."

"Hello, my love."

"You've made quite the dramatic
entrance."

"Aye suppose so."

"I hope you know that now every time you enter a room, I expect this to happen."

"I shall see to it."

Richard quickly steals another kiss and squeezes Taron's thigh. "I ordered dinner, I hope you're up to fried chicken and cuddles."

"Aye think you know that I'd be absolutely thrilled to join you."

"Shall we feast and then continue this a bit later."

Taron leans forward and nips at the tip of Richard's nose. "Don't think I'll be able to move after eating all this, babe."

Looking behind Taron, Richard points to the absurd amount of food. Taron blushes and paws at Richard's shoulder.

"Shudup bruv."

After a quick smooch, Richard helps Taron off the counter and makes quick work of plating food to be taken into their bedroom. Taron grabbed both plates and lead Richard out of the kitchen. Glancing down, Richard took in the sight of Taron's ass. He smirked to himself and gave a playfully smack.

"Oi, look but no touch. You can get your way after dinner." Taron bantered while swinging his hips. "Aye guess the wait will be worth it."

"Guess? Bitch you know this ass is worth all the money in the world."

The two walk into the bedroom and Taron hands Richard his plate. "Can't really argue with that, dear."

Richard gave Taron a kiss and the two crawl into bed.

"You know, I heard there's this really cool show on Netflix?"

"Really?"

"It's about a sexy man that happens to be a protective officer for a conservative female politician."

"Hmm sounds familiar, what's it called."

"Mum."

"Fuck off."

"We're watching it."

"Taron I swear on god if you put on-"

"Awww look at my angry boyfriend with his two fake children."

"Do you have a death wish?"

"You love me."

"Sadly. Now come here and cuddle while I cringe at my own face."

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Slowly awaking from his sleep, Richard instinctively pulled the warmth against his chest closer. Taron was curled against his body with his head tucked into Richard's neck. The glow of the tv lit the walls of the master bedroom. He could make out the shape of their kitten, Nikita, against the back of Taron's thigh. The blue lit walls, the gentle rain pattering down outside, the warmth of his love pressed against him.

Home.

A/n- FIRST CHAPTERRRRR. Hopefully I don't ditch this book like my others that have been archived lol. These boys being soft and sweet fill my heart so I hope you enjoyed💕. Dm me or comment any requests 🥰

Peace out~