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Stiles can’t quite decide what’s worse, that Theo woke up before the alarm or that he’s actually trying to coax him out of the warm cocoon that is the bed. “Come on, Babe. Be a good boy.” Those words coupled with Theo’s sweet voice and gentle caressing are usually enough to get Stiles to do whatever he wants.
But not today. Not today. “No.”
Theo brushes his fingers over Stiles’ cheek. “You promised.”
Digging his fingers into the blanket, Stiles rolls towards the wall and away from soft touches and even softer voices. “Past me promised. Present me is very much against everything,” he mutters into the pillow, “and future me is going to thank me for this decision.” Probably. But future him will also have to deal with Theo’s punishment, so, there’s that.
Theo tugs on the blanket with a sigh. “Just get up. It’s not that hard.” Says the athlete who gets at least six hours of sleep every single night.
“No,” Stiles drawls because he did not get six hours of sleep. If he’s lucky, he’s gotten two hours of sleep because his brain is a fucking dick. “I’m hibernating.”
“What?” Theo sounds as if he’s stuck somewhere between being amused and exasperated. “It’s not even that cold out.” The mattress dips, and Theo tugs on the blanket. “And you’re not even an animal.” He’s painfully patient every single time he has to put up with Stiles’ early morning shenanigans.
A bit of guilt sneaks in, but Stiles scrunches up his face regardless. “I can be what I want to be.”
Theo growls quietly, and his eyes are probably flashing when he yanks at the blanket a little more forceful this time around. His patience isn’t going to last forever, not even with Stiles. “Just get out of bed!”
“No,” Stiles whines, trying to wiggle away from Theo — a complicated endeavor seeing that he’s turned himself into a blanket burrito and the only thing in front of him is the wall.
A deep sigh is the only warning he gets. “That’s it.” Theo grabs the blanket and yanks again. This time, he uses enough force that Stiles almost flies towards him. With narrow eyes, he wrestles him out of the confines of the blanket, wraps one arm around his back and hooks the other under his legs then picks him up. Theo has carried him in many different ways during their 13-month long relationship, but bridal style is a new one.
And Stiles doesn’t know how to feel about it. “Put me down.”
“No.” Theo hoists him up higher to get a better grip on him and walks out of his bedroom. “You decided to be a brat, now you deal with the consequences. Plus—” he taps a finger against the side of Stiles’ knee “— you promised.”
Yes, yes, indeed. Stiles did promise that he would accompany Theo to the gym despite knowing that his boyfriend gets up ridiculously early to do so. Because the gym is empty. Or something. Part of him naively hoped that Theo would perhaps take into account that Stiles is not a morning person. Then again, Stiles should’ve known better. Theo is very particular when it comes to his workout. “I slept like two hours.”
“You could’ve gone to bed earlier.”
Stiles huffs. “I do not control the sleep.”
“The sleep?” Theo’s lips twitch, and he looks as if he’s fighting a smile.
“You know what I mean.” Stiles crosses his arms and leans his head against Theo’s shoulders. He went to bed at the same time as Theo, but that doesn’t mean he fell asleep at the same time. In fact, it took him almost five hours until he was finally tired enough to lie down.
Shaking his head, Theo nudges the door to the bathroom open and drops Stiles in front of the sink. “Now, be a good boy and brush your teeth.”
Stiles sighs and bends down, not surprised to find Theo stepping closer. He splashes water into his face, trying his best to wake himself up enough to get his brain on board. He’s been awake for maybe ten minutes, and he’s already getting himself into trouble. Which isn’t always a bad thing, but Stiles his dad is coming to stay the rest of the weekend, and Theo has the best ideas at a time like this.
“Teeth,” Theo repeats, grabbing Stiles’ hips. “Don’t make this harder on yourself, Baby.”
Reaching for a towel, Stiles shifts a little and smirks to himself when Theo’s fingers dig into his skin. “Yes, teeth.” He dries his face, locking eyes with Theo. There’s always the possibility of distracting Theo with sex. That way he might get a bit of fun and a couple of hours of sleep.
Theo licks his lips and swallows visibly. “We’re leaving in ten minutes,” he says, tapping his index finger against Stiles’ hip. “If you make me wait, there will be consequences.” Kissing his shoulder, Theo steps away and leaves the bathroom. Of course. Nothing would ever distract his boyfriend from his workout.
Stiles grabs his toothbrush with a sigh and contemplates the hickeys on his neck. He could push Theo’s buttons a bit. But again, his dad stays for the weekend. He enjoys Theo’s little punishments, but his dad stays for the weekend. Brushing his teeth, he squints at his reflection. Maybe he should toss a coin. Then again, who is he kidding?
I’m sorry, Dad.
Theo is waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. Quirking a brow, Theo twirls his car keys around his index finger. “Eleven minutes,” he informs him, and it’s clear that he tries not to smirk. “You made your bed, Baby, I hope you’re ready to lie in it.”
Trying his best to look innocent, Stiles walks down to meet him. He’s very ready for whatever it is Theo will come up with.