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As a nice English gentleman, Tom rarely hates anything, but he must complain about one small thing - he doesn't like the act of the good morning kiss.

That doesn't sound reasonable at all, does it? Don't worry, you'll understand when he explains it.

It was a normal day in England, cloudy and rainy as ever, with just a hint of light filtering through the clouds as if to announce that the day was going to be spent in silence again.

Tom, who has always been an early riser, would always wake up earlier than the people around him, and looking at the strong arm pressed around his waist, his heart felt filled with happiness.Carefully pulling away from the burden of happiness, he sneaks out of the bedroom to take care of their breakfast.

Realizing that the warmth in his arms had disappeared, he reluctantly opened his eyes to find that the seat next to him was empty, and subconsciously sat up in pursuit of the slender figure in his arms last night.

"Click."

Tom turned his head back and saw the sleepy Australian man coming out of his bedroom, his blonde hair scrunched up in a casual manner to make him look handsome, and the rare sense of home in his body was not at all out of place.

But Tom would like to point out that the image of Chris with his shirtless shoulders is not good for the heart.

As plain as water, the warmth of everyday life made Tom smile gently with a curved brow.

The morning sunlight falling on Tom through the window made that bright smile look glittering. If he had to find an adjective to describe Tom as a person, it would be God's angel, Chris thought.

Now that such a pure and beautiful person was his, he couldn't help but want to make sure it was real, and he reached up and lifted the other man's chin to press his lips to his, greedily plundering Tom's breath, prying open his teeth and wrapping them around his soft tongue, entwining it with his.

Initially stunned, Tom wrapped his arms around Chris's waist, feeling the security of his chest.

In addition to the citrusy scent that surrounded his nose, Chris also tasted a touch of fruity sweetness from Tom's mouth, biting down on his thin lips with a bit of reluctance before giving up, burying his furry head into Tom's neck and rubbing against it in what looked like a petting gesture.

"I guess that's what pampering is like," Tom thought as he rubbed the Australian man's blonde hair, only to see his face turn red with his next words.

"Mmmm... that doesn't taste bad - apples for breakfast?" A muffled snort came from his buried shoulder socket, and Tom's heart skipped a beat when he exhaled with the unique raspy voice of a newly awakened man.

Chris was so powerful that he disrupted Tom's heart rate so much that he suspected that he could hear his heartbeat fluctuating.

When his eyes met those slightly misty, aquamarine eyes, they were so full of emotion that he felt his face heat up with embarrassment, but there was no place to hide, so he covered his embarrassment with his hands and looked away.

Seeing his lover drifting away, Chris, who was still a bit out of bed, decided to express his dissatisfaction with his actions.

Without sobriety, he lifted up Tom's white shirt and slipped his hand inside, caressing the skin he loved so much without a second thought.

"Tom panicked and tried to grab Chris's hand through his shirt, but the difference in strength was too great to stop him.

With the kitchen table behind him, there was no way back, and Tom was in tears as the blush spread from his face to his ears.

The rest of the day is for the two of us, and all we need to know is why Tom doesn't like good morning kisses much - it's too easy to shoot the messenger.

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After a long wait until the end of the show, Luke took out the new script and gave it to Tom when he suddenly remembered the message he'd received today, "Would you like to call him?"

"Sure..." Tom replied subconsciously, focusing on the script for a few seconds before realizing he had no idea who Luke was talking about.

"Uh, who are you talking about?" Tom's face was written in confusion.

He didn't know? "Chris, I thought you did."

From Luke's condescending tone, it didn't sound like good news, and Tom, who had been about to dive headfirst into the world of the script, immediately closed it, furrowed his shapely brows, and his blue-green eyes filled with worry, "Jesus, what's wrong with him?"

"He had an accident yesterday when he went surfing... I think he's in the hospital..." Luke took out his cell phone and searched the message page, trying to find the morning's message in the sea of messages.

When he found the message, his artiste was no longer in sight, and he hurried to the entrance to the lounge, only to see the remains of a costume flashing by, and he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Tom...? I mean later, it's four in the morning in Australia."

He was met with a moment of silence, and Luke could not help but rub his nose and walk back to the set to pack up Tom's things.

Luke was not surprised by Tom's unusual reaction, he knew that when it comes to Chris, Tom's rational and calm mind will definitely shut down.

When he tried to dial his cell phone, he realized that his fingers were shaking because of his nervousness, and he pressed the wrong number of dialing buttons. He took a few deep breaths, and found Chris's contact information number.

God bless! Answer the phone... don't let anything happen to you...

From the moment he heard the news, his brow was deeply locked, his heart was hanging in mid-air and he didn't know how to put it down. Anxiety caused Tom to clutch his cell phone so tightly that he couldn't stop trembling, and his fingertips turned white from the force of it.

Biting his upper lip, every time the phone beeps, his face pales a few points.

"Hello?" came the raspy voice from the phone.

Tom sighed heavily and put his heart back in his chest, almost crying with joy at the sound of the familiar voice.

"Hello, Chris. It's me, Tom." His whole body was still tense with worry, making his voice sound muffled and nasal.

The lazy, drawn-out end of his voice made it clear that Tom could hear the smile and the pampering in his words, "Hey, what's up? What's up?

It's 4am in Melbourne and Chris is sleepy and his eyelids are fighting, but he's happy to have a long distance call with Tom, knowing that his lover is usually too shy to send messages.

What time is it?

The rebooted brain instantly realized that it was 7pm in London, which meant he'd interrupted Chris's sleep by calling him at 4am in Melbourne.

Guilt overpowered all emotions and if he could, Tom wanted to find a hole to bury himself in and blush like a boiled shrimp.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest... I heard you had an accident. I hope you're well. Is it serious? ⋯⋯Oh, I'm really, really sorry." Jesus, what the hell is he talking about?

Tom heaved his head against the wall, lifted it up and then pushed it hard again to make intimate contact with the wall.

The low chuckle of an Australian man came out of the earpiece, a sleepy laziness that flavored the sound and drove the world crazy.

Tom's rare inarticulateness manages to lift the clouds from Chris's surfing accident, and a smile fills every word, "I'm fine, it's really just a minor injury, but I went to the hospital just to be on the safe side.

"Thank God, take care of yourself. Uh... I'll leave you to your rest..." He felt the heat of his cheeks in his palms, the shame spreading from his brain to his toes, and Tom wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out before he died of shame.

"Tom."

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you called me."

Tom thought his face was already as red as it could be, but Chris didn't seem to mind adding another blow.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Stammering out the words of love, shy to the point of tears, Tom's voice was as muffled as a kitten's whimper.

Hanging up the phone, I don't know why, but I felt a sense of lightness.

Tom experienced for the first time the feeling that his heart almost exploded, how can a man of several years of age act like a young girl? How can he be like a teenager and have the feeling of blushing and rapid heartbeat?

"Tom, why are you walking on the same hand and foot? Your face is so red, are you okay?" Luke was carrying Tom's belongings, his face was full of confusion.

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Taking advantage of the 30-minute window, Chris sneaks into Tom's lounge, avoiding the crowds, and finds him tired from a long flight from England and a full day's travel, so he has to take a break.

The manager was in a dilemma, Tom needed to rest, but he didn't want to leave Chris alone, so he gritted his teeth and tried to shake Tom up, but Chris stopped him.

Chris puts his index finger in front of his lips and wiggles his eyebrows, signaling to keep quiet for fear of waking up Tom who is trying to catch up on his sleep.

Gesturing to his manager that it was okay for him to wait for Tom to wake up, the manager looked back and forth between the two of them very quickly and finally decided to close the door and walk outside.

What could possibly go wrong? Right?

Being here was as natural as breathing, and Chris didn't hesitate to pull up a chair and sit near the Englishman, close enough to see his delicate features and hear his soft, regular breathing.

His slightly curled brown hair looked and felt good, his beautiful forehead was high and full, his narrow eyelashes outlined a beautiful curve, and his thin light pink lips were gently opened, exhaling like an orchid.

Some people say that thin lips are a sign of weak feelings, but Chris didn't think so, he could always see the sincerity in the depths of those blue-green eyes, just like Tom's nature, kind and passionate, but also attached to feelings.

Silently, Chris used his eyes to paint a picture of Tom in his mind, even the heartbreaking dark circles under his eyes.

Quietly, he reached out and pushed Tom's glasses back from the tip of his nose. Perhaps the sudden movement woke up the man in his dream, and his expression changed from one of bewilderment as he woke up to one of disbelief as he stared in disbelief in the next moment.

Tom gave an overwhelmed smile to try and look less nervous, but the blush on his face betrayed his nonchalance.

"Oh, my God... how long have you been sitting here?" The smile lasted about three seconds before it broke down, and finally, at a loss for words, embarrassment forced him to bury his entire face in his palm, leaving only his reddened ears visible.

Grinning like a big kid, he said, "About twenty minutes or so?"

A mumbled meltdown came out of his palm, a series of cute gestures that made Chris' smile widen and his fatigue disappear in an instant.

Reaching out to rub the British man's ear, he said, "It's okay, there's still ten minutes left, let's go back to sleep."

"I'll stay with you."

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Chris couldn't quite remember what had happened during the night to cause them to drink so much until almost midnight.

But he would like to say - drunk Tom was... beautiful.

Okay, maybe it was a little rude to use the word "pretty" in a male context. But he felt that way from the bottom of his heart.

His snow-white skin was painted pink, the fullness of his forehead was white and red, the tip of his nose was slightly reddish as he followed the high bridge of his nose, and his blue-green eyes, which looked as if they contained stars, were covered in a thin layer of watery light, and he almost fell into them.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that dulled his brain, or the slightly drunken state of Tom, a mechanical imitation of a smile is too seductive gaze, Tom every small action Chris received into the eyes.

Whether it is that pair of rose-colored thin lips curved up a good-looking arc, or the other side of the unconscious index finger rubbing the lower lip of the small action.

Drunkenness weighed down their thoughts and disrupted their ability to organize their speech, and even though neither of them was quite sure what they were talking about, they still had a good time talking to each other.

Tom is a good listener, even when he's talking about something as trivial as surfing a wave and falling into the water when he was a kid, and he'll listen with rapt attention and a small smile on his lips.

Today, Tom's fluent, steady, and restrained manner has changed, and his fluctuating tone and heartfelt smile are a refreshing change of pace.

Tom, who usually gave off the impression of being a watery man who hid his true self, showed this side of himself, and please allow him to feel satisfied.

"Uh... Chris?" he said, his tone a little unsteady, his voice sounding like a tongue-tied mess.

Standing up abruptly, Tom swayed unsteadily on his wobbly feet, tripped over his own long legs, and finally fell in Chris's direction.

Of course he was caught by Chris, but he didn't realize that he would lose his temper, so Tom's cheeks, which had been slightly flushed, turned completely red, and he forgot everything he wanted to say.

The novelty of seeing Tom in such a state of impudence made Chris laugh, "What's the matter?"

"Do you know what today is?"

The question sobered him up a bit. Had he forgotten our anniversary?

I thought to myself, "There's still a few days left before the anniversary. Thinking that there was still a while to go before the anniversary, he was relieved.

"I don't know, what day is it?" He unconsciously stretched out his fingers and slid them along his ears, smoothing Tom's hair behind his ears.

His ears were hot, and he clenched his teeth, taking advantage of the drunkenness to make up for the lack of courage, which, to put it simply, was the courage to stop drinking.

He brushed his lips against his partner's, and in addition to the tingle of Chris's scruff, he felt the scent of alcohol on his breath, and the sea-blue eyes, both shocked and delighted, lingered in his mind.

To be honest, he was as nervous as butterflies in his stomach, so forgive him if he's a little rough around the edges.

It was the first time Tom had ever initiated a kiss.

With his mind like a pot of boiling hot porridge and his breathing in a panic, Tom was sure he was blushing as he said, "Happy International Kissing Day...". It was a breakthrough for the shy Tom.

The instantaneous sobriety was more effective than any sobering agent, and Chris was reminded of Tom's unprecedented invitation for a drink after dinner.

He had no idea that Tom was trying to stop drinking and was brave enough to initiate a kiss.

How could he continue to be a gentleman when he was so adorably over the top?

Wiping his hand across his face, his magnetic voice came out between his fingers, trailing off, "I think..."

"Huh?" Cocking his head in confusion.

"Not enough." Smiling, he pulled the British man's hand, deepening a kiss that can only be considered a slapdash kiss, some domineering, some impatient.

It is said that the only way to get drunk is with wine, but Chris thinks that his lover is even more intoxicating than wine.