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Bob was supposed to wake up and eventually open the restaurant on a cold morning, but for once in his life he didn’t want to get out of bed, a particularly cute mortician was keeping him from getting up.
Mort awoke, finally, Bob had been cradling him for an hour before he even stirred once in his sleep. He always slept like a dead man. He was surprised to see Bob was still there wrapped around him. Usually he would have gotten out of bed letting Mort sleep in. “Bobby.” Mort said, yawning. “Aren’t you supposed to be out of bed opening the restaurant by now?” He asked, squinting at the time.
“Mm.” Bob mumbled, “I-I didn’t want to leave your side..t-this morning.” He said barely above a whisper. He plays with Mort's toupee, he had fallen asleep with it on his head.
“What was that? Can you speak up?” Mort asked, he was aware of what Bob said, but he wanted to hear him say it louder.
“Hmm, I-I just..didn’t want to get up.” Bob mumbled.
Mort lets out a snort. “Bobby, who doesn’t take days off, didn't want to get out of bed, and go to work? Is that what I’m hearing?”
“W-what, n-no it isn’t.” Bob protested. Yet he wasn’t planning on letting go of Mort any time soon.
“You’re absolutely sure I’m not the cause of this revelation Bob?” Mort asked.
“N-no.” Bob stammered, his face was turning red hot with blush.
Mort smiles; “I’m the reason why Bobby doesn’t want to work.” He cheered.
“Stop! N-no you aren’t.” Bob stammers; his blush turning an even deeper shade of red.
“You know I am Bobby, will this get you to admit it.” Mort manages to roll over to face Bob even while he is gripping him, he gives him a kiss.
Bob's face turns a shade of red neither of them even knew existed at this point. But Mort's soft lips felt so good against his own, he couldn’t keep up with his lie. “Ok ok, m-maybe a little.” He finally admitted.
Mort laughs, “I knew I knew it! And I knew you’d admit it.” He gets another kiss in.
Mort’s charm was irresistible to Bob; he couldn't resist just cuddling him forever. “Y-you’re just so warm an-and soft and I guess I never want to let you go.” Bob said.
“Damnit Bobby, I love you, you know that.” Mort said. “I never want you to let me go, you’re going to make me emotional.”
“I love you too.” Bob clung onto Mort even harder, burying his face into Mort’s armpit. “A-and please don’t cry, I’ll cry.”
“Sike I won’t.” Mort sniffled.
“Y-you are.” Bob said.
“Yeah, because I love you, more than anything.” Mort said.
Bob simply responded by squeezing Mort harder, he felt a sense of calm that he never gets to feel when he was wrapped around Mort, it was like his anxiety was simply gone as long as he was clinging to Mort. He never wanted to let him go. He enjoyed the peace far too much.
Truth was Bob was so wound by anxiety that he felt like a different person, watching his actual self suffer and the only thing that was helping him feel like himself was clinging onto Mort; his warmth and gentle presence was the only thing Bob needed. And he did start crying because Mort got emotional but they were ok tears. Mort made him feel safe. He could cry into Mort's arms, he needed it. During his seemingly dark days, it was like Mort was the only light that could comfort and brighten him back up.
Sometimes Bob just needs a warm Mort a good cry.