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The walls are painted like orange juice,
The blankets are red like apples;
They are your breakfast served as you wake up.
Warmth comes through the curtain in dapples.
You open your eyes to a place you call home
In a bed that you can call your own.
Sighs of the world outside are awake and new,
I am right beside you, this time you're not alone.
The quiet is comforting and normal to us,
It something we've come to love.
Alive together, still alive and together
And I see you - someone I'm unworthy of.
"Wake up, my darling, the sun is out.
It's the start of a brand-new day."
Gentle kisses, my fingers in your hair...
You're so beautiful, increasingly so, every day.
JoJo always woke up first. It was just a simple fact that existed in their pleasant little existence. JoJo would wake up first, make some tea ready for himself and Dio to enjoy at their dining table, take a quick shower, and then he would rouse Dio awake with kisses and cuddles, revelling in the softness of this sleepy husband.
Wait…
Allow me to amend that statement.
JoJo almost always woke up first.
There were the rare days, for example: when Jonathan would be working late at night, examining something from one of his latest digs, and he wouldn’t go to sleep until early in the morning and wake up late the next afternoon; when Jonathan would stay up talking to his family members for hours on end because of how spread across the world they all were (England? Who willingly lives there? Time zones are awful there!); when Jonathan would insist on staying awake as Dio poured over papers and papers from recent court cases – it was endearing and it was on these days that Dio would wake up first.
And this was one of those days where Dio managed to wake up before Jonathan. He never had been much of a morning person, something that he discovered after becoming an adult and relaxing more than he had before, so he didn’t have the energy to do all that Jonathan usually did. He rubbed the sleep dust that had accumulated in his eyes during the night away and yawned softly, shifting where he lay, but not too much, since Jonathan had his arms wrapped around him like a protective oversized puppy.
They didn’t need the red duvet covers at this time of year, especially not then JoJo insisted on clinging to him so tight, since it became too hot but Dio wasn’t going to complain since he knew he’d never win against JoJo in an argument about such a trivial thing. That and, if he did bring it up then JoJo’s response would be to use the duvets more instead of hugging Dio close.
Thinking of it that way, Dio really was still as selfish as he had always been.
Waking up JoJo would have been the logical thing to do, but the man needed his sleep, so, when Dio did try and get out of his husband’s arms to get started with his day, he did feel a pang of guilt when murmurs and the sound of rustling sheets came from JoJo’s side of the bed.
“Mhmm… Dio?”
“Shh. Go back to sleep.” It had come out much harsher than he intended just from the bluntness of it, but he wasn’t at the right state of mind to be able to control that kind of thing. Either way, JoJo responded by pulling him back into the bed. With a huff, Dio fell back on the bed, this time facing Jonathan.
“What time is it?” JoJo asked, putting his forehead against Dio’s and closing his eyes again. Dio merely shrugged, he hadn’t thought to check. “Hmm… I love you, Dio.” He smiled, his eyes squinting as little dimples appeared in his cheeks. How sickeningly sweet.
“I should hope you do.” After all the years they’d been together, Dio still couldn’t respond properly after JoJo said such words without restraint. A quick kiss, and JoJo laughed softly.
They stayed like that for some time, without any distance between their bodies, sharing kisses and breathing the same air, and with each passing second, they were losing their ability to want to part from each other. They work together in perfect harmony, Jonathan’s breathing calming Dio’s heavy heart and Dio’s warmth reminding Jonathan that he is home.
There were a few half hearted attempts to leave, to get to work like they were supposed to be doing, but JoJo knows just as well as Dio that they’re just words, not meant to mean anything or have anything come of them. So Jonathan stays holding on to Dio, and Dio stayed, allowing himself to he held on to.
“… I love you too.” He eventually answers Jonathan’s statement from earlier and it only makes JoJo smile like the idiot he is and when Dio makes a verbal note of this it makes him smile even wider and then press a kiss to his nose.
“I’m your idiot though.”
“That’s nothing to sound so proud of. I don’t remember wanting ownership of your idiocy and yet here we are.” He responds, shaking his head and looking away, but JoJo’s smile is so contagious. His happiness is so contagious. So when he did let himself look at his husband again he couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest swell up.