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Kevin wakes up at exactly 6:59 a.m. and his alarm goes off one minute later, he turns it off with a lethargic arm and decided this Sunday morning to turn over and cuddle with his husband, they could lounge in bed for a few minutes, no one had to know. Except, when Kevin turned over to drape his long limbs over his unit of a husband he was met with a cold empty space instead.
He huffs out an offended sigh and decides to spoon one of Raymond’s pillows instead. It smells like him. Perhaps he was called into work.
On their Sunday. The audacity.
Kevin sighed again, this time dismally, and rolled so he was completely on Raymonds side of the bed, taking all the blankets with him so he was rolled with only his face exposed.
He laid like that for exactly four and a half minutes before he heard the sound of Raymond opening their door. Kevin immediately felt warmth at the presence of his husband, but he was also confused, because the way he opened it sounded like he was struggling somewhat. Kevin turned his head to investigate to find Raymond carrying a tray of various breakfast foods. Kevin raised an intrigued albeit wary eyebrow, his husband responded with a bright, wide smile. And it was contagious, because Kevin found himself matching that large smile, maybe it was because his husband was still home with him or maybe because he just looked so happy to see him. It was most likely both.
“Good morning Kevin, you slept well I hope?” he said, voice warm and euphonious.
“You certainly look comfortable, all cocooned and monopolizing the bed and blankets.” He sat down on Kevins side of the bed and placed the tray gently on it.
Kevin peered at him curiously from said cocoon, his husband was dressed in a tight fitting white undershirt and a pair of blue striped pajama pants as well as his glasses. He was easy on Kevins tired eyes. He pushed his way out of the blankets and sat up in bed, revealing a white shirt that matched Raymonds. “What is all this?” he motioned to the large tray of food that was sitting on their bed. There was a quiche, cinnamon oat scones, eggs benedict, and plenty more. It smelled divine.
“I made you breakfast.”
“You didn’t make any of this.” he states, no accusation in his voice. He regards the croque monsieur and picks it up, examining the slightly burnt cheese on the rye bread. “except for this.” When will his husband learn that high heat does not equate to fast cooking? Regardless, it looks delicious and he takes a bite.
Raymond puts his hands up for a moment, caught in his lie. “I ordered you breakfast from your favorite restaurant and neatly arranged and placed it on this platter in alphabetical order, because- forgive my language- they are imbeciles-, who puts a blue cheese quiche next to an egg and cheese soufflé? That is too much cheese in one place, it’s utterly ridiculous.”
Kevin uses his other hand to cover his mouth as he chews “Would soufflé not follow shortly after quiche?”
“Yes but obviously I did not label them as such, keep up Kevin. Is the croque monsieur to your taste?”
Kevin takes another bite to show how much he enjoys the sandwich and with a half full mouth states “It's heavenly darling.” and he watched with amusement as Raymond beamed proudly at the fact.
After he swallowed, he continued on, placing the sandwich back on the tray in its designated location next to the blue cheese quiche, “This is a lot of food Ray, are you trying to… fatten me up?”
“Perhaps, you know I think you’re too thin.” He reaches out and traces Kevins shallow cheekbones with his index finger. “I would not be opposed to a little fat on you.”
“I already have a little fat on me, have you seen my waist line?”
“Oh your love handles? Yes they’re quite nice.” Raymond chuckles and reaches a hand out to grab one lovingly.
Kevin glares at him with only some effort and Raymond responds by moving his hand to push the mussed hair that had gathered on his forehead back so he could press a lingering kiss on his forehead. As he neared Kevin could smell the cleanliness on his husband's body and breath. He probably looks and smells awful in comparison.
“Anyhow, as you know I am a terrible cook,” Raymond points proudly to the bowl of mixed fruits, each perfectly cut into the exact same size. “However I did also cut the fruits into your favorite shape, the cube. I used my favorite ruler.”
Kevin feels his chest glow, “Your favorite ruler? I feel honored Ray… is there any reason for all this though?” He was beginning to think he had forgotten an important date, obviously he would never do such a thing though.
“Only my love for you beloved.”
Kevin hummed, looking down at the platter with a warm blush coating his cheeks. Raymond must have noticed and kissed him there, then on his temple, then his ear, then the undercut of his hair.
Kevin only turns redder in response and reaches out to gently place a watermelon cube (that he looks very similar to in color at the moment) into his mouth. “Well I know you aren’t interested in any of this food, so what are you having?” Kevin asks.
Raymond pulls out two glasses that were hiding behind a pitcher of tea. “A glass of 8 raw eggs and a glass of 8 ounces of room temperature water.”
Kevin watches as he downs the eggs in one motion. He stopped having a reaction to it a long time ago, and continued to plop fruits into his mouth.
An hour later, Kevin lay sprawled on the bed, shirt riding up his stuffed stomach. Raymond was curled up next to him and rubbed his stomach as Kevin groaned from overeating. “I thought breakfasts were supposed to be energizing.” He heard his husband chuckle lowly.
“This was all part of my plan…”
Kevin's head lifted slightly in confusion, and he gave Raymond a questioning look. “And what is this plan exactly?”
“You’re now too lethargic to move, and therefore you have to watch “A Train Ride Through American History” with me, you've been avoiding it for weeks.”
Kevin tried to sit up but failed miserably, and Kevin saw his husband's purely evil smile stretch across his face. “Raymond no.” he said, desperately pleading.
Kevin watched, unable to do anything, as his husband grabbed the television remote and opened a streaming service. “Kevin, yes. This is happening.”
END