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"Give it back"
Alberto and Ercole had started dating 5 months ago, and once or twice a week the merman would crash at the other's place. After all, who was going to complain about it? His parents were never there, plus they were both adults and self-sufficient.
So it wasn't that weird to see Alberto in his boxers making himself a moka in Ercole's kitchen. No, what was weird was seeing the brunette up at 8 am and already ready for a fight. Usually he waited for the second round of espresso before arguing.
"Give you back what?"
"You perfectly know what. Give. It. Back. NOW"
Alberto smirked and poured the coffee into their cups: blue with flowers for Ercole, yellow with a chicken for him.
"You have to be more specific, tesoro. If you are talking about your Buondì I haven't touched that stuff, if we are talking about something more *intimate* I think you are 2 month too late to have it back-"
"My brillantine. Where the fuck did you put my brillantine?"
He turned around to finally see him: his petulant and egocentric boyfriend in all his splendor. He was already dressed up: freshly ironed polo, well fitted pants, expensive watch on his left wrist… the only thing ruining his perfect attire were his hair, sticking in all directions. Wild dark brown-almost black locks, falling a little bit here a little bit there. So shiny and fluffy. Alberto really had to contain himself from dropping the cups, closing their distance and running his hands through those curls. Man, if they didn't have an effect on him. It was a real shame they were always hidden under liters and liters of gel.
"Allora?" Ercole's squeaky voice woke him up from his hair induced trance "where the fuck did you put my brillantine?"
Alberto just gave him his usual cocky smile and sat at the kitchen table.
"Why do you think I have something to do with it? It's your stuff. Maybe you finished it". He suggested, passing him his blue cup.
"Ohhh no no no don't you dare try it. You know I bought 2 new tubes - ah yes grazie - just yesterday, if they don't - sì, 2 spoons - appear right now - no milk no - I swear I'll make holes in your precious fishing nets". He was so cute when he was trying to act menacing.
"Then I'll ask dad for his. I told you, I haven't touched anything of yours-"
"Stronzate"
"-And beside, you look good like that"
At this Ercole lifted his hand with one finger up, like he usually did when he was going to rant.
"Punto primo: I always look good. Punto secondo: I REFUSE to show myself in town with this.. this….THIS BIRD NEST!"
"I like your bird nest"
"Yes, but you are also the guy that goes around town without a shirt on, so I don't want fashion lessons from you"
Alberto huffed. Ligurian summers are hot, so what if he prefers to be bare chest most of the day? It’s not like Ercole complains when he does it at home.
“Whatever. I didn’t even see it. Maybe you forgot them at Francesco’s drogheria.” he grabbed a frollino and dipped it into the cup.
“I am not that airheaded to forget what I buy at the shop. Plus, I remember vividly that I put it on the armchair in the lobby.”
“Anth thens?”
“Bleah, finish eating before talking. I don’t want to see munched up food… then I went to put down the newspapers in the living-room and then.. you arrived and-” like if a lighting bolt had struck him, he got up and marched toward the entrance of the house.
While waiting for his return Alberto stole a piece of Buondì. That snack was super sticky, but it had an addicting taste, like Ercole. He was considering taking another piece, but the other stormed in, threw himself on the kitchen chair and started wolfing down his breakfast. Only after he had finished it, he opened his mouth.
“Found it… it was on the armchair, where I left it yesterday..”
At this, the fisherman’s smile grew 3 sizes, starting to resemble the Cheshire cat’s one.
“Oh? Are you telling me that my presence made you forget your precious brillantine?”
“I didn’t said that”
“Well, your blush does. Honestly, I’m touched. Maybe one day I’ll be more important than you Vespa”
“AH! Keep dreaming about it, fish boy. I care about you, but not that much.”
With that, he brought the dishes to the washbasin and walked out the kitchen, on his way to cover his beautiful hair with that shiny grease. One day Alberto will convince him to stop abusing that stuff. Maybe he should really start hiding it…