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Song: Baby I'm Yours by Arctic Monkeys

Martyn wakes up feeling sort of breathless, because today is Friday and Friday is special for all sorts of reasons.

It's the end of the school week and the beginning of the weekend, for one. But, maybe (definitely) more importantly, it's Toby and Martyn's Official Date Night - all caps.

Their Official Date Night has been a thing for four years, ever since they began high school and started dating. Now, they're seniors and have only missed a few nights, due to unavoidable reasons like siblings being born or having the flu (although that hasn't always stopped Toby).

~

Anyway, today is Friday. Martyn sort of wants to fast forward through school to later on this evening, when their date is planned, but a larger part of him likes the anticipation - especially because this week it's Toby's turn to plan their night and he always manages to keep it a surprise. Most of Toby's day is going to be spent trying to figure out what Harry has planned for them, he can already tell.

He leans up, stretching and wincing at the sound his back makes as it cracks. After a few more moments of stretching, he gets out of bed – a bit reluctantly. He may love Fridays but he's never been too fond of having to leave his bed.

However, he's always been fond of his boy, and that's more than enough motivation to get up and get dressed.

He's not sure what their night will entail, but he knows that he probably won't get a chance to change before their date so he has to improvise. With Toby, there's a huge variety of activities they could be doing - anything from mountain climbing, to watching a movie, to breaking into an abandoned house and going exploring.

So. Not much to go on, clothes wise.

In the end he decides on his favorite lilac jumper (that he may or may not have nicked from Toby's closet), a pair of jeans that are both form fitting and extremely comfortable, as well as his favorite pair of Vans. He thinks he looks right fit, and he knows without a doubt that Toby is going to feel the same.

Once he's finished doing his hair, which has gotten much longer now (because Toby loves it and he'll do anything to keep Toby happy), he goes downstairs. His kitchen is full of girls (and one baby boy), and he grins - every time he sees his family he can't help but think of the family he and Toby are going to have one day, even as young as they are.

"Hello, dolls!" he sings, reaching down to scoop up one of the newest baby twins. "Good morning, little love muffin," he murmurs, planting a kiss on his baby sister's cheek. She gurgles back and he counts it as a win.

After a few more minutes of rushed good mornings and have a nice days as well as shoveling down breakfast, he's ready to go.

Right on time, there's a knock on the door.

"I'll get it!" Martyn shouts, and almost everyone rolls their eyes, because this happens every single morning.

"Toby!" Martyn squeals as he opens the door. Not only does his boyfriend look absolutely stunning, dressed in a gorgeous oversized tan jumper and jeans as tight as sin, but he's holding a huge bouquet of red roses.

"Hi, honey," Toby smiles, handing over the bouquet sheepishly. He bites his lip, eyes looking Louis up and down slowly.

Martyn takes a deep breath, trying not to bend over right then and there. He's weak for romantic gestures, sue him. With his bouquet in one hand, he uses the other to grab at Toby's arm. He squeezes a little, making sure to leave a mark with his thumb. Harry shivers, groaning a tad.

"Let's just. Car. Now," Martyn says, placing his roses down delicately at the little table near the door (he'll have to ask him mom to put them in a vase later) shaking his head as he tries to lead Toby outside.

"But, the kids! I didn't get to say hello! They didn't get to play with my hair!" Toby whines, stomping his boot clad foot.

"Nope, let's go. We don't have all day!"

"HI KIDS, BYE KIDS! I LOVE YOU!" Toby shouts, making Martyn wince a little as he tries to hide his fond smile (unsuccessfully).

"Shut up, you little nerd. C'mon."

~

The first half of the day moves rather slow and dully, as he doesn't have any classes with Toby (sure, he has some of his mates in those classes, but. Not Toby. So.)

He does, however, spend most of his morning texting Toby - cute little messages like "miss you honey" or "this jumper smells like you <3 :(((" or "lol i swear if you don't tell me where we're going i'll cut ur dick off"

Cute texts like that, mostly.

~

Finally, it's time for lunch - he and Toby (along with the rest of their mates) have lunch together, and it's pretty much the highlight of their school day. That, and the random make out sessions that they sometimes manage to have between classes, locked away in the last stall of the boys' room.

"Martyn! I missed you so much! Look at what Nano did during study! She painted my nails! Look!" Toby babbles when Martyn goes to take his usual seat (next to Toby), his usual slow drone rushed and excited as he shows off his nails, that are painted a nice tan shade.

Martyn grins, grabbing one of Toby's wrists softly to properly examine his nails. "They look so lovely, honey," he promises, kissing his boyfriend's wrist before finally releasing it.

Toby rubs at the spot Martyn kissed, almost reverently, as he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. "Thanks, I love you." He looks almost surprised at his words, as if he doesn't say them literally all the time.

"I love you, too. Now, feed me!" Martyn demands, giggling helplessly as Toby starts trying to shove a banana down his throat.

"Eat the banana! Eat it! It's good for you, I swear!"

~

Toby and Martyn walk together after lunch, holding hands as they go to their next class. They never really get stared at anymore, not like they used to when they first came out four years ago.

It's a good feeling, being able to walk and hold hands with the person you love and not feel judged for it.

"Are you excited for our date tonight?" Toby asks, squeezing Martyn's hand.

"Of course! I'd be more excited if you told me where we're going, but..." Martyn hints, squeezing back.

"Nope, it's a secret!" Toby grins, knowing full well how greatly Martyn despises secrets.

"Guess who isn't getting head tonight..." Martyn sings, walking just a tad faster (not that Toby has any trouble keeping up, with those long legs of his).

"Uh... that's a joke, right?" Toby asks, trying his hardest to keep the worry out of his voice. Martyn has a really nice mouth, okay, with really nice lips, and he doesn't want to have to go without that tonight.

"Ugh, yes. You know I adore your dick, babe," Martyn sighs

"Damn right you do!"

~

"Are you ready for our date, Martyn?" Toby asks on the phone a few hours later after school has ended.

Martyn has been lounging about on the couch, trying to focus on the movie playing, waiting for Toby to call him. He's kind of "desperate" (or so say his sisters).

"Damn right I am!" Martyn grins. "Just, will you tell me where we're going, please," he pouts.

"Stop pouting! You know it's a surprise! Just because you can't keep a secret doesn't mean I can't," Toby laughs.

"I see how it is, Toby. I see how it is," Martyn huffs, turning off the TV to pay better attention to his boy.

"Good. Now, I gotta go. I'll be there in about half an hour to pick you up, okay?"

"Fine, if you insist. I love you," Martyn says, blushing even though he has the room to himself.

"I love you too, honey. See you soon!"

Martyn hangs up the phone after a murmured good bye, sighing to himself. He has the best boyfriend ever, no doubt about it.

~

Almost exactly half an hour later (Toby is nothing if not punctual), there's a knock on the door.

"I'll get it!" Martyn shouts from his spot on the couch. He's not moved at all since he last talked to Toby, something he's rather proud of.

"We know!" his family shouts back collectively, making him roll his eyes and blush (something he'll deny if ever questioned).

"Honey!" Louis shouts, unable to control the volume of his voice or the huge smile on his face. He loves his boy, so much.

"Hi, honey. I've missed you," Toby whispers, a giant grin taking over his entire stupidly gorgeous face.

"I've missed you too, honey. Now, take me on our date!" Martyn smirks, holding out his hand. He wants to be treated like a princess, damn it.

"Of course, m'lady," Toby chuckles, taking his hand with a little bow. Martyn may or may not swoon.

They walk to Toby's car, still holding hands, and Toby goes over to Martyn's side (still holding Martyn's hand), opening the door for him.

"What a gentleman," Martyn sighs, letting go of Toby's hand to get into the car. "My hero."

"You know it," Toby grins, although he's blushing, still so partial to Martyn giving him praise - teasing or not.

They drive in relative silence for a while, listening to Toby's odd little indie playlist, with a sort of relaxed aura that only comes from years of dating (and true love, if you ask Toby).

~

Not long after, they arrive at their destination.

"Oh, Toby!" Louis shouts, voice going high from his excitement, as they step out of the car.

"D'you like it?" Toby asks, although he's got a smug little smirk on his face, as if he already knows how excited Martyn is. He probably does, the bastard.

"Of course I do, you goof!" Martyn laughs, pushing Toby's arm and then grabbing on tight when he almost topples over. Toby is many things, but graceful is not one of them.

They're at a carnival, the very carnival Martyn has been going on about all week. He supposes he should have seen it coming.

It's a chilly autumn night, but not so cold that it'll ruin their night. They have their jumpers (and each other) so they'll be fine.

"I'm glad you like it," Toby smiles, his breath coming out white as he talks. "Hold my hand," he pouts after a moment, his lower lip sticking out petulantly.

"Ugh, fine. You giant baby," Martyn sighs, as if he hadn't been itching to grab Toby's hand since they stepped out of the car.

~

Toby insists on paying for Martyn's ticket, and Martyn doesn't argue (much) because it's the rule that whoever is planning the date has to pay. It's the rule, but that doesn't mean Martyn is happy about it.

"Can we go on the Ferris wheel first?" Martyn asks, cautious because he knows how scared Toby is of heights.

Toby pales, but is nodding before he can even think about it. He'd do anything to make Martyn happy. "Of course, sure," he says, managing a shaky smile.

"You don't have to go on with me if you don't want to!" Martyn promises, wanting Toby to be comfortable more than anything.

"No, I want to! Anything for you."

They make their way to the Ferris wheel, and Martyn doesn't comment on how tight the grip is that Toby has on his hand. If Toby's fine with it, then he's fine with it.

Except, he's not. "Seriously, Toby, you're shaking! You can just sit and watch, I don't mind."

Despite his shaking, Toby is firm in his decision. "I'm going on this ride with you, and you're gonna like it, and you're gonna kiss the hell out of me when we get to the top. Okay?"

"Okay, honey. Whatever you say," Martyn tries to sounds upset but he's secretly pleased. He didn't really want to go on this ride without his boy.

Throughout the ride Martyn is steadily losing feeling in both his hand and his arm. Toby's got a grip like a python, holy shit. It's worth it, though, to see the proud grin on Toby's face as he makes it to the top without getting sick or crying.

As soon as they make it to the top, Toby turns. He takes a deep breath, refusing to look down. "Now kiss me, you fool," he demands, trying to look serious but losing his cool and giggling like a child.

"You got it, honey."

~

After that ride, Martyn allows Toby to go on whatever tame ride he wants, to try and make up for the Ferris wheel ride.

They play a bunch of games, as well, and by the end of the date Toby ends up winning Martyn a cute stuffed animal reindeer that Martyn instantly falls in love with. He may or may not be planning to spray it with Toby's favorite cologne to help him sleep at night.

"I love it, thank you," Martyn smiles, cuddling into Toby as they make their way back to the car. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to win you anything. I swear those games were rigged."

"It's fine, honey. I'm glad you had a great time," Toby grins, going over to the door and holding it open.

"I really did, honey. I had the best time. I love you."

"I love you more, always."

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