The Best Family (Thomas, Peter, Adam, Joe)

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"Get that away from me!" Thomas yelled, sounding absolutely distressed as Adam wound a bright orange cummerbund around his waist. They were trying to find Thomas a tux that fit, as he couldn't have one made on such short notice. And he was quite a large man... They'd managed the tux, but then Joe and Adam, who had both been married before, had started talking about ties and cummerbunds and it was all just a bit much for Thomas. Luckily, Adam and Joe were quite good to have around when things were 'a bit much'.

"But this one says 'Hey, I'm fun!'." Joe continued to fasten the orange cummerbund despite Thomas's distress.

"No. It says, 'Hey, I'm a tool'" Thomas corrected and Joe laughed.

"Well if the cummerbund fits..." Adam said, looking as if he was considering that.

"Oi!" Thomas protested, shooting a glare at his older brothers. "Don't you pick on me. I shall not be moved. Give me back the blue one!" And he quickly removed the orange annoyance from his person.

"But blue means sad." Joe said, with a little comical frown on his face. "You don't want to be sad. Blue sends the wrong message."

"Yeah, like 'I got the blues." Adam nodded. "The wedding bell blues."

"Or I feel blue." Joe added.

"Or I have blue bal-"

Peter coughed at Adam's statement and then he leaned against the wall, shaking his head. "Why did I come? I know what you three are like when you're together. And I came anyway. What in the world was I thinking?" He was mostly talking to himself... And the Littleton boys continued on anyway, as nothing could stop them. Not even death.

"Thomas wouldn't have those." Joe informed Adam. "He does have a boyfriend and a girlfriend." Thomas turned red at that, but he said nothing.

"Lucky bastard. Will you wear yellow?" Adam suggested, holding one up that happened to be the colour of a banana, though he was hardly serious about it.

"Then I'll look like a cruise director. Or a ringmaster." Thomas shook his head and he sighed. "This is ridiculous. It's a stupid strip of fabric!!" And all of a sudden, what had been a silly round of teasing that Thomas himself had been enjoying, became about so much more. What if everything went balls up and he ended up with no husband, no wife, and blue balls?!

"You're putting too much thought into it." Joe soothed, switching immediately to Caring Big Brother which he was able to do quite easily when required. "This choice isn't going to make or break anything. It's just a cummerbund."

"But what if they don't like it?!" Thomas wailed.

Adam bit his lip, and he went right to the crux of the matter, ignoring the fact that Thomas hadn't said anything that would normally indicate that he was talking about himself there.... "Thomas. Don't be stupid. Of course they like you. They love you and everything about you. Right down to the colour of your cummerbund. Or...they will when they see it."

Thomas took a slow, steadying breath, and then he smiled. "Yeah. Yeah, I know. You're right. I want to wear the red one." Thomas turned to Peter. "Red?"

"Red is gorgeous." Peter said, smiling inwardly at the Littleton bond he was so damn jealous of. "It brings out your sexyness." Peter added sagely.

"You two aren't going to snog or anything, are you?" Adam asked, warily. Thomas and Peter were...quite the close pair of best friends...

"No, they only do that in barns, on cold nights when they're allll alone." Joe informed Adam, as if he should have known. Thomas laughed and Peter groaned.

"Thomaaaassssss! I'll have your not blue balls for this! Do you tell everyone that story?" Peter squeaked.

"I haven't told Flynn and Quinn yet. I'll get there." Thomas's grin was wicked. "Okay, I'm good!" He announced as Joe finished tying up Thomas's bowtie. "What do you all think?" He turned around to pose for their approval like a very sexy show pony.

Peter, Joe and Adam just stared at Thomas, standing there in the tux he was going to get married in. He looked handsome, and comfortable and happy. And every single one of them got immediately emotional and had to turn away before Thomas saw them get misty eyed. "It's perfection." Peter muttered into his hand, sounding and looking incredibly feminine as only Peter could.

"You guys are such girls blouses." Thomas said, but his voice was filled with affection. And he walked forward to pull them all into a hug. Perfection was just about right.