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For the last few weeks, he and Isaac have been in that phase of a new relationship - the ‘can’t keep our hands off each other, my stamina’s doing things I didn’t even know it was capable of, Roy’s already reprimanded us twice for getting handsy in the boot room and might kill us if that happens a third time’ phase - and while Colin’s got no problem with his current situation, he figures it’s about time he stepped up his game. After all, Isaac’s already taken him out for dinner twice, cooks breakfast for him when he stays over, stood in line with him and held his hand from dusk to dawn while they waited for the new Jordans, and Colin can’t have Isaac thinking he’s the only romantic one in this relationship. It was one thing when Colin did his utmost to woo Isaac when he was stuck pining from afar, but now that they’re official, he wants to woo Isaac properly.
Colin enlists Will’s help with getting a spare key to the pitch, and even if he does have to promise away his Lamborghini for a night to get what he needs, it’s all worth it when he gets to see Isaac’s face after Colin lets him remove the blindfold. “Colin.”
“Yeah?”
“We’re at Nelson Road.”
“Yeah,” Colin says, bouncing slightly to keep warm. He wishes he’d thought to ask Isaac out while the weather was still good; turns out February’s probably not the best month to plan a romantic picnic under the stars. Hopefully the romance cancels out the cold. “Just you, and me, and the stars. And a bulk pack of Rolos.” He smirks, nudges Isaac’s hip. “And a condom or two.”
“Or two?” Isaac says, and though he sounds all sexy-captain- disapproving, his eyes are shining with mischief, and his grin utterly belies his tone. He wraps his arms around Colin’s waist, and Colin sets down the picnic basket so he can wrap his arms around Isaac’s neck. “Awfully confident, you are.”
“Romantic,” Colin corrects. “And confident.”
“And strong and capable.”
Colin smirks. “You know it.”
Colin had packed a nice bottle of wine and a charcuterie board that Ted had put together for him, and it’s not long before they’re both lying on the striped quilt Colin’s nan had left him in her will, buzzed and giggling to themselves. He’s not sure she’d approve of it being used for a picnic on the pitch, but given that she stopped approving of anything he did after Cardiff City got relegated during his time there, he can’t quite bring himself to care.
“Rolo?”
“Marco,” Colin says without thinking, then cracks up. Isaac snickers too.
“I said Rolo, not - ”
“I know, I know.”
“Want one?”
“Sure.”
And instead of handing it to him, Isaac turns and props himself up onto his elbow. He reaches out and presses the candy gently against Colin’s mouth, feeding it to Colin right there under the stars. His thumb drags against Colin’s lower lip, rough and lingering, as Isaac pulls his hand back, his eyes never leaving Colin’s face. Colin can feel his heart stutter in his chest as he swallows. Add that to the list of things he didn’t know were possible until Isaac cut off Colin’s shit attempt to ask him out for the hundredth time a month ago with a kiss. “Good?”
“Yeah,” Colin croaks, breathless and stupidly in love. “Good.”
Isaac cuddles up to Colin, rests his head on Colin’s shoulder, and Colin reaches up to trail his fingers through Isaac’s hair. He wishes he’d brought a blanket. A proper one, even if a nap under the stars hadn’t been on his priority list when he was putting this plan together. Next time, he promises himself, inwardly glowing at the knowledge that there will be a next time. And then another after that.
“Know much about the stars, bruv?”
Colin thinks about it. “Huge, flaming balls of gas a million miles away,” he offers. He looks up at the stars sprinkled across the night sky like salt on a black tablecloth, feeling small and infinite all at once. Maybe that’s how stars feel all the time. Maybe that’s just what love feels like. “Oh - some’ve got names. One’s named for a bear.” He feels rather than hears Isaac snort, and grins despite himself. “You?”
“Not really,” Isaac says. “Mum always had a knack for finding constellations. Big Dipper, your bear one…never really had the eye for it, or the patience. Football was always more interesting to me.” He breathes out, and Colin breathes with him. Maybe it’s how close they’re lying together, or the wine, but Colin could swear their hearts are beating as one.
“They’re beautiful, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Isaac says, looking right at him. “Beautiful.”
Colin flushes up to the roots of his hair, and he flicks Isaac’s shoulder playfully. “Oi,” he says, as stern as he can manage, which - under Isaac’s fond, amused gaze - is more plaintive than stern. “It’s my turn to be romantic, Isaac. Let me woo you.”
Isaac smirks. “Maybe I was getting tired of waiting for my strong and capable and romantic partner to make a move.”
“Ah, well,” Colin says, “in that case,” and he pulls Isaac down by the front of his shirt and kisses the surprised laugh right off him. It’s some time before they break apart, and Colin smirks up at him, reaches up to rub his thumb over Isaac’s lower lip. They’re definitely going to put those condoms to good use tonight. “Better?”
“Yeah,” Isaac says, low and warm, his eyes sparkling, his lips red and slightly swollen. Beautiful, like a star all Colin’s own. “Much.”