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Paolo grunted, feeling someone playing with his hands, feeling someone’s touches to his fingers, feeling warmth as that someone enveloped Paolo’s hand with his. Paolo opened his eyes, looking up to that someone, who’s smiling as he’s busy staring at both of their hands as they’re intertwined.
“Tuwang tuwa paglaruan kamay ko?” he jokes, his voice sounds hoarse, probably because he just woke up. Ian chuckled, averting his gaze from their hands to the person next to him, scooting closer, not letting their hands leave each other.
“Good morning,” Ian greeted, planting a soft kiss on Paolo’s forehead after. Then smiling sweetly, “how was your sleep?”
Paolo shrugged, “hindi ko alam, nakatulog ako eh,” he jokes once more, his voice turning normal now. Ian chuckled at his joke, rolling his eyes with his boyfriend’s corny joke.
“Haha, funny,” he sarcastically said, faking a laugh even after he actually laughed. Paolo closed their gap, resting his head on Ian’s chest, his cheek touching the guy's bare chest, their hands still connected. Paolo's hearing his heartbeat, it’s soft, it’s as if he feels safe. Safe around him. Then looked up, his chin now the one touching his boyfriend’s chest.
“Tumawa ka kaya,” he exclaimed, teasing the other, like before where he always laughs at his “corny” jokes. Ian says they’re corny yet he still laughs.
Ian rolled his eyes, “I was just making you feel better after saying such corny jokes,” he replied, then looked at his boyfriend who’s currently pouting at him. Ian scoffed at Paolo’s reaction, “pakyut,” he commented at his boyfriend’s pouty face, pinching his nose.
Paolo, with his pout still printed to his lips, moved his head, leaving Ian’s bare chest, “ayaw mo sa mga jokes ko?” he cutely asked, but before he can get an answer, he sat up, leaving his boyfriend laying down their bed. “E’di ’wag.”
Ian chuckled once more, laughing at his boyfriend’s pettiness as he tried reaching for Paolo’s hand who quickly evaded, “and people say I’m the petty one,” Ian commented, putting his hands at the back of his head, resting his head on them as he stares at his petty boyfriend.
Paolo looked back, glaring at his boyfriend as he talks, "ikaw naman talaga petty sa’tin eh.” Then turned back around, crossing his arms, pouting even more. Ian sat up, sitting next to his boyfriend as he tried kissing the other’s shoulder, trying to cool him off. Paolo shrugged it off, “bahala ka diyan,” as he stood up, getting his towel and heading straight to their bathroom.
“Hey, Pao,” Ian called, but the other didn’t stop. Ian laughed it off before asking, “what do you want for breakfast?”
“Ayokong mag-almusal,” Paolo replied, slamming the door behind him, which Ian laughed to, once again. He laid back down, resting his hands over his face as he tried not to laugh too loud that his petty boyfriend would hear. Then Ian heard his boyfriend talking inside the bathroom, “gusto kong pancakes,” and with that, Ian can’t contain his laughter anymore.
“Here you go,” Ian said, putting the plate full of pancakes down, then came back inside the kitchen again. Ian emerged from the kitchen, both his hands occupied by two mugs, placing them down, one in front of Paolo and one on his side, then sat down. And yes, Paolo was just watching as his boyfriend does all of that.
“Let’s eat,” Ian exclaimed, bringing one pancake over Paolo’s plate, which Paolo responded by mouthing ‘thank you’, then another for him. And as they start eating, he asked, “may ganap ka today?”
Paolo nodded in response, “class, tapos may quiz kami kaya baka matagalan,” he replied, bringing his fork filled with pancake over his mouth, “ikaw? Interview?” Paolo asked back, sipping his coffee as he waited for his boyfriend’s response.
Ian shakes his head, munching on his pancake before answering, “ni-resched, tomorrow na lang daw,” he answered, placing another pancake to his plate and continued eating, “I’ll probably just clean here,” he added, filling his mouth with pancakes, Paolo nodded with that. Then, Ian asked again, “what do you want for lunch?”
Paolo scoffed, Ian always does this, asking what he wants for lunch while they’re eating breakfast. That may not seem weird for others, so he just shrugged it off as another act of service by his boyfriend. “Gusto kong carbonara,” he answered, which Ian nodded to.
“Carbonara, it is,” Ian replied, placing the last piece of pancake on Paolo’s plate before sipping at his own coffee. Paolo continued eating, once again mouthing 'thank you' to Ian, who smiled back at him.
And as they both finish their meals, Ian stood up, placing their plates and mugs on the sink as his boyfriend started readying up to his classes. Ian went inside their room, seeing his boyfriend slightly struggling to fit his jeans in, he smiled. He eventually fit it in, 'cutely', Ian thought. He walked close to him, hugging him from behind, slightly surprising Paolo, then whispered, “good luck sa quiz mo,” Ian softly said, planting kisses to the guy's neck, making Paolo smile, then nodded. “Thank you,” Paolo responded.
Ian rested his chin on Paolo’s shoulder, looking at his eyes through the mirror, “hatid kita?” he asked. Paolo nodded softly, smile getting wider as he felt his boyfriend’s hand tightening his hug to him. “Pao,” Ian called, Paolo turned around, Ian’s hands now resting on his waist, as he places his hands on Ian’s shoulders. “I love you,” Ian said, smiling sweetly at his boyfriend, who smiled back at him.
“I love you too,” Paolo responded, closing in the gap between them, their lips crashing to each other. Ian’s hands on his waist tighten his grip, slightly lifting the other’s shirt as he feels their skins touching. Paolo’s hands gripping the other’s shoulder tighten as well, holding his nape, further deepening their kiss. And as their lips part, both their foreheads now resting on each other, panting, their lips hovering each other, Paolo announced, “tara na?”
“Yeah," Ian answered, trying to catch his breath, "probably a good idea.”