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Warm, comfortable, simply heaven.
Nortons favorite way to wake up in the morning. Nothing compares to the soft mattress, and pillows of their bed combined with his lover’s presence. The groan behind him, caused by Naib being blinded by the sun, makes the taller of the men chuckle in a raspy morning voice, grumbling: “Let me guess: we should get curtains? Like every morning?”
The tanned man shifts under the covers with some more grunting, rolling over to turn his back to the sun, now enjoying the warming rays of light on his bare skin. Naib presses his face against the hybrid’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his middle when answering: “Good morning to you too…”
Norton chuckles, turning to lay on his back, draping an arm over his boyfriend, tugging him closer.
“I would miss your complaining though.”
“Charming how you enjoy my suffering, really.” shoots the brunette back sarcastically. Despite the sun burning his god damn eyes almost every morning, Naib rarely wakes up in a bad mood anymore. How could he, with such a lovable dumbass right next to him?
“How is your backside doing?” asks Norton drowsily, still having his eyes closed, despite beginning to scratch the other's scalp. The tanned man wiggles around experimentally before answering with: “`s fine, not too bad.” making his lover chuckle.
They dwell in silence for a bit, enjoying each other’s warmth and comfort, picking up on some faint noises coming from outside. The mercenary has a hard time keeping his eyes open when the ravenette massages his scalp this heavenly. Still, he glances around the enlightened room, wondering how to start the day.
“I wanna take a shower…” mumbles the tanned man eventually, hearing the hybrid hum in agreement, “Sure, but only in a couple of minutes. I won’t be getting up any time soon, too lazy.”
Naib snorts at that, retorting: “I can also shower perfectly fine by myself, ya know.” He starts to lazily draw circles on the taller man’s exposed chest, looking up at the slight frown now showing up on the other’s forehead.
“You wouldn’t dare!” gasps Norton halfheartedly, keeping the mercenary squished against him in an iron grip, making the smaller man laugh.
“You’re a big, whiny baby sometimes…”
The ravenette smiles at that, answering with: “YOUR big, whiny baby.” Naib hums, also smiling. He doesn’t complain about Norton being clingy, knowing very well that the hybrid would give him space if needed. That doesn’t stop the mercenary from teasing him about it though. Shuffling around under the blankets once more, the tanned man maneuvers himself on top of the other.
“If you don’t stand up voluntarily, imma throw us both down the bed.” The taller man opens his eyes now, squinting at the grinning brunette, and grumbles: “You wouldn’t do that.” making Naib’s smirk widen.
“Oh, wouldn’t I?”
He pecks the hybrid’s nose affectionately, before tightly gripping onto his upper body. The mercenary starts to sway them from left to right, putting all his weight into the next swing, causing them to fall out of the bed. Norton yelps at that, before suddenly finding himself sitting next to the brunette on the ground, the blanket hanging off his shoulder.
He blinks a few times, “You really just did that, huh?” Naib chuckles in success before getting up, offering his boyfriend a hand to pull him up on his feet as well.
“Better take my threats seriously next time.”
The ravenette shakes his head, yawning, “All just because of a damn shower.”
He follows the smaller man into the bathroom, discarding their boxers and throwing them into the washing machine. Naib already steps into the shower, turning it on, while Norton waits a few more seconds till the water warmed up. He doesn’t understand how the brunette can simply get in there before having the right temperature, crazy. Naib doesn’t mind the cold water hitting his back as he tugs his necklace over his head, handing it to the hybrid to place it on the sink before waving at the taller man to get inside as well. Following suit, Norton shuffles behind the mercenary, fetching the shampoo and pouring a generous amount into his hands. With amusement he watches how the tanned man already tilts his head back, expecting the other to wash his hair.
The ravenette works the soap gently into the other's scalp, not missing the tanned man’s satisfied sigh, watching his shoulders relax. Running his fingers through the strands, Norton makes sure to cover everything with foam, also having his fun here and there, by giving Naib weird hairstyles. After rinsing it out again, the mercenary turns around to repeat the same procedure on the hybrid’s hair. While getting his scalp scrubbed, the taller man’s gaze falls onto the necklace on the skink.
“I think you’ve never told me the story behind this one,” mumbles Norton, pointing at the metal plate on the chain. Naib follows the other's direction and chuckles, “True, I haven’t told you about that yet.”
“Must be pretty important to you. Ya only ever put it down when going for a shower.”
The mercenary hums approvingly while now rinsing out the other's black locks as well.
“It is, I got it back then when I was still in the military.”
Having his hair washed now, Norton turns back to face his boyfriend, already reaching for their body wash.
“It’s an identification tag. On there are lots of information about the owner like… nationality, name, blood type, stuff like that. This one isn’t mine though.”
“Oh?” The hybrid lifts a brow, why should Naib wear someone else’s personal information? Now that he thinks of it, Norton never noticed something written on the tag in the first place.
“It belonged to a comrade, a higher rank to be exact. I saved his ass once when we got attacked. Tugged him down to the rampart, treated his wounds on the battlefield and carried him back to the camp.” The mercenary shudders lightly as the ravenette’s hands start caressing his skin, cleaning him up.
“When I left the army, he came around and gifted it to me as a sign of gratitude. Of course not before furbishing his engraved information on it. I kept it as a keepsake ever since.”
The taller man whistles lowly, “Damn, you were a hero in your army days huh?” making the brunette snort, “Not really.”
The couple finishes their shower, drying up and putting on some fresh clothes before stepping out of the bathroom and into the living area. A sudden loud rumble causes both of the men to look at Naib’s stomach.
“Seems like I’m hungry…” mumbles the tanned man, looking back at the ravenette who snorts in amusement, “As always. Want something specific?” The mercenary shakes his head, watching the hybrid rummage through their fridge.
“Eggs with bacon?” asks Norton, holding up a package with the meaty treats, earning himself an excited: “Hell yeah!”
Straightening up again, the taller man gets a pan and some oil, beginning to unpack the bacon and throwing it into the pan.
“I’ll make us some coffee in the meantime.” mumbles the brunette while shuffling beside the hybrid, getting two cups for them. Norton hums appreciatively, feeling Naibs hip bumping against his own. He reciprocates the motion, but with more force, making the smaller man fully stumble to the side before glancing over with a pout.
“Wanna start a war in the kitchen, Campbell?”
“In my defense, you started it.”
“I was just lovingly bumping you, while your fat ass practically throws me against the counter!”
“You love my fat ass though.” Naib shakes his head and rolls his eyes, only murmuring a quiet: “Focus and don’t burn the breakfast, dumbass.” before concentrating on his own task again, the delicious smell of their food already making his mouth water.
The couple finishes cooking their breakfast peacefully after that, turning on some music and singing along together while feasting on their meal. Both of them enjoy mornings like this, starting the day with a good mood and some harmless bickering. You’d never guess their profession when seeing them being all soft, fooling around with each other.
After satisfying both of their appetites, they get ready to leave the house.
Naib watches the taller man throwing on his jacket, before kneeling down to put on his shoes, while the brunette is fully prepared already, waiting at the door.
The mercenary looks at the man beneath him and chuckles, “You should get on your knees for me more often, Nort.”
Said man looks up at his partner, quirking a brow, “You say that as if I haven’t been doing it enough already.” The tanned man simply shrugs his shoulders with a faint smirk, opening the door for them, hearing the ravenette speaking up once more: “But if it makes you happy: I’ll get on my knee one day, with another intention than to just suck you off.”
The hybrid walks past Naib who is now frozen in place. Blinking a few times, he rushes out of their apartment as well, locking the door behind him, before hurrying after the taller man.
“Hold up, what do you mean by that?! NORTON!”
But the hybrid won’t slow down nor stop, if anything, he only speeds up, running away from the now madly blushing brunette, straight to the Dovlin.