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Day 6 of 2doc Week

Day 6-Murdoc’s Birthday

(I have been planning this one for days!! <3)

2D looked out the window of the train, taking in the serene blur of greenery and small houses they were rumbling past. Beside him, Murdoc could not sit still, bouncing his leg, leaning in to nuzzle against his boyfriend, then pulling back to check his phone and mutter at comments on Twitter. His excitement was palpable.

"The next stop on this train will be Three Bridges," the voice on the overhead announced, and Murdoc laughed. "We stopping by your place for my birthday, mate?"

"Yes," he responded cheerily, beginning to collect his water bottle, backpack, the paperbacks he'd been reading, and his phone.

"So what's my gift then? We gonna have a romp in your childhood bed? That wouldn't be so bad."

The singer made a face. "Don't be gross, Muds. No." He patted his boyfriend's arm, indicating that they should get up and head towards the doors as the train stopped at Three Bridges, announcing that Crawley would be next.

"Wait, we seriously are going to Crawley? This ain't a joke?"

"I was being serious. I have something nice planned," he said. "Promise."

In the past, Murdoc might have whinged and complained that a quiet borough was no place for him to celebrate his birthday. But he trusted Stu, and after years of paparazzi, drama, pirates and prison sentences, he had no problem spending a quiet day in the country with his boyfriend.

A few minutes later, they departed the train and found a taxi waiting for them.

"Your dad can't pick us up?"

"We're not going to my house," the younger man responded.

Again, Murdoc became fidgety as the taxi took them through winding, dull roads that the bassist scarcely recognized. He reached for Stu's hand, recoiling briefly at the feeling of bandages. Having recently taken a fall in his characteristic clumsiness, he had several bandages wrapped around his palm and every finger but his index and thumb. Feeling the bassist flinch away at the touch, Stu smiled and interlaced their fingers, laying his head atop Murdoc's.

"We have a ways to go. Relax and enjoy the ride, you're going to like this."

"Fine I'll simmer down. Just excited to see what you have in mind. We're losing daylight at this point."

"Don't worry about it," he said, kissing the thick black hair he was nuzzled against. "So, you feel any older?"

Murdoc snorted. "Older? No. I never feel any older, bluebird. In spirit, I'll forever be living the glory days of the young, wild and free. Ready to party and take every bloody thing that this green earth has to offer me. I do feel a little...different though."

The singer had closed his eyes, allowing Murdoc's low voice to soothe him as they drove though his childhood stomping grounds. "Different can be good. Different how?"

"More at peace, maybe? If that's possible for me." He shrugged. "I used to always feel like I had this chip on my shoulder. My fucking dad, maybe. Or the way I was drinking myself to death-"

"Still are."

"Less than before though! I don't know. I just feel like even when we were on the top of the world, I always had this cloud hanging over me. I wasn't happy. But lately, things just seem to work out. Things are good with the band, the fans still love us. You still love me."

"When you're not being a ponce."

The bassist pulled away from the signer. "Har, har. I'm serious though. It's kind of weird, to be honest."

He chuckled and touched the golden cross that still dangled from his lover's neck. "Murdoc, it's not weird to feel happy and at peace in life. I think that's something to aspire to."

"Right, theoretically."

"Only theoretically?"

"Well I'm no spring chicken, but I'm not exactly stumbling into a grave either. If I've got shit figured out now, then what is there to do for the next couple of decades? Am I just going to settle into a dumb state of complacency for the remainder of my time?"

The keyboardist shot a quick text on his phone. "Well, maybe you can spend the rest of your time aspiring to make the most of every day with the people you love most. If things are good with Russ and Noods, then let's make sure we're making the best music we've ever recorded since we're not being distracted by fears and struggles. Things are good with you and me--so let's try to make the best memories possible. See this as a challenge to never regret a damn thing."

"You're right," Murdoc looked out the window, and the setting sun struck his eyes, illuminating the warm brown of his left eye and the blood-red of his right eye. "You can be pretty clever when you want to be." "We're almost here," Stu said, perking up a bit as his phone buzzed against his thigh.

Murdoc looked out the window. "Hey, isn't this your dad's fairground? Bet it draws quite the crowd on a nice summer night."

"Usually it does, yeah. Only I asked my dad to close it off to the public for the night," the younger man said as the taxi pulled up in front of the main entrance and came to a stop. "Happy birthday, Murdoc."

The bassist looked at his boyfriend in disbelief, following his lead and climbing out of the car. Sure enough, the fairgrounds were totally empty, but everything was on, bright lights twinkling in the light of the pink sunset. Murdoc realized that some employees had to be operating the place; he could smell popcorn and candy floss.

"Your dad must be losing out on a lot of business clsoing the place up, no?" Stu shrugged. "His son is a rockstar. You think he cares about one night? So," he held out his hand. "Shall we?"

It was the single most romantic, sappy thing anyone had ever done for him. He beamed and took Stu's hand.

The next few hours were a blur of music, dancing, and rides. They chased each other around the carousel, hopping over horses and nearly falling of the machine from laughter. They raced down the Giant Slide a dozen times, and rode the Big Swing a dozen more. All the while, a few workers made sure they had all the snacks and beer they could ask for.

"You remember Ethan, right?" Stu asked at one point as a pimply teen with greasy hair dangling out from under a beanie handed them candy floss. "We've signed lots of merch for him. He's a big fan. Think you've met a few times."

"Sure have," said the kid, breaking into a huge smile.

"Yes, great to see you again Ethan," Murdoc bluffed, "you're looking well. Acne has really begun to clear up, eh?"

"It has! Thanks for noticing!"

"Hey Ethan, I'm gonna take Muds up on the Star Climber. I'll text you when we're ready to come down, alright?"

"You've got it 2D," the kid chirped. "Enjoy! And Murdoc...happy birthday."

"Thanks, lad," the bassist responded, more touched than he would care to admit.

"Don't be a jerk," the singer reprimanded in a whisper as they headed over to the largest and most regal attraction at the park: a huge ferris wheel. "Talking about his acne? Really?"

"He said it's gotten better," Murdoc quipped. "So maybe you're the jerk for judging him for it. Now," he smacked his boyfriend's ass playfully. "You gonna kiss me on top of the ferris wheel, you romantic sap you?"

"I sure hope to," Stu admitted, cheeks turning red. "Now get on already, don't give Ethan a show."

Cackling, he obeyed and they climbed into the booth, cheering like children when the music started and the machine began to carry them skyward.

"I can see now why you were so fond of this place growing up," admitted the bassist as the breathtaking view expanded the higher they went. "I always thought fairs were just places that smelled like fried shite and gave you infections from touching the bars on the rides. This is actually quite nice, quite nice."

The sun was just sinking beyond the horizon, and the sky went from pink and orange to deep purple. The ferris wheel gleamed all yellow and gold and magenta, its lights illuminating their skin and eyes.

"It is," the singer agreed. "Lovely view."

"Absolutely," Murdoc said, smiling cheekily at the singer. "You have that effect on places."

Wordlessly, he pulled Murdoc in for a kiss. It quickly escalated from soft to playful to passionate, and Stu moaned as Murdoc's tongue twined with his while the bassist's hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding him in a possessive embrace.

"Hey," Stu forced himself to pull away, his hands holding Murdoc's face gently. "Happy birthday, luv."

"Thanks for making it so happy."

"What can I say? You've gone out of your way the past few years to make this relationship work."

"Stu," Murdoc kissed each of the fingertips pressed against either side of his face. "You're worth it. After I almost lost you after all that shit on Plastic Beach, I hope you realize how hard I've been trying for you. Changing for you."

"I know, and it's meant the world to me. I have noticed. Hey, you know how earlier you were asking what you have to look forward to for the rest of your life?"

"Uh-huh."

Smiling, Stu drew back and began to remove the bandages from his left hand. "Oi! What the hell are you doing? You're gonna get infected!"

"I never scraped my hand, dummy," he laughed. "Needed to keep these out of your sight before the big day." Shoving the bandages into his back pocket, he placed his left hand against Murdoc's right, their fingertips and palms touching softly. "Look, Murdoc. I know you're not interested in marriage and neither am I. But I do like some of the ideas of commitment. So hey, take a look at my compromise."

He pointed to his ring finger, and Murdoc's heart skipped a beat.

It wasn't a ring.

Stu had gotten a tattoo along the inner side of his ring finger. It was small: a neat little MN written in script.

"You could get one too if you like, so we could match. If not, that's totally fine too," the younger man said. "I know you're not comfortable with us coming out publicly at this point, and even if you never want us out, that's fine. But this is a nice little way to know right out in public I'm declaring myself bound to you. I'm yours and only yours, and I don't ever want to change that."

"This is...oh wow, Stu."

"Do you like it?"

"Of course!" he insisted, finally breaking his eyes away from his lover's hand to look into his black eyes. "This gesture is so thoughtful, and everything it stands for is just. Christ. Of course I'll get your initials on my hand too!"

Stu kissed him softly. "Good. I know our relationship isn't perfect. There's a lot we need to work on, and a lot you need to continue to change. But I see you trying and I want to stick around and keep this going the rest of our lives, Murdoc."

They intertwined their fingers again, Stu's hands pale and slender, Murdoc's dark and calloused, his nails painted black.

"Y'know what, mate? This is the best birthday I've ever had."

"Good," the singer said, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and looking down at the twinkling lights of the fairgrounds. "It's not over yet."

"No," Murdoc agreed. "But I think I'd like to stay here just a little longer if that's okay with you." He settled against the warmth of Stu's body.

"I'd like that, Muds. I'd really like that a lot."

#2docweek #2doc #2doc fanfiction #niccalpot #i had so much fun writing this #i even busted out my pinterest page of fairground images to inspire the end scene #hope you like!!#one more day of prompts i can DO THIS!

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