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Pac finally sat up from his bed after half an hour of laying awake, too lazy to get up. If he could refresh his memory, Richarlyson was sleeping somewhere else, probably at Badboyhalo’s place. Ramon told Fit and him that he was going to have a sleepover with Sunny. Fit woke up earlier, disturbing Pac’s sleep accidentally, and told him that he was going to go out for errands.
Pac slid himself out of bed while stretching his arms and legs. He grabbed his matching robe with Fit’s and walked his way to the elevator. When he went up, he instinctively put his hands over his eyes, the sunlight shining through the windows being blinding to him.
When he adjusted to the brightness, he laid his eyes on an appetizing abandoned mug left on the counter, still half full of delicious coffee. Fit must have not finished it, and Pac made a noise and giggled in delight.
Pac skipped to the counter, picked up the mug and took a sip. It was straight up black coffee, just how Fit liked it, and although it was a bit cold, Pac felt his whole body warm up to the familiarity of it. The way Fit smelled just like this coffee in the morning, when they were getting ready to go out for the day. The way it even tasted like Fit, because he drank it not that long ago. The sensation of drinking his boyfriend’s favorite way to make coffee made him feel like the man came up from behind him, pressed his body against Pac, wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed him gently on his neck.
Until he realized that Fit was present, actively doing as he imagined. He didn’t even realize until he heard his deep voice vibrate on Pac’s back.
“Stealing my coffee, big boy?” Fit teased, as he pressed another kiss on the back of Pac’s neck.
Pac visibly jumped, and then started laughing from the scare. He felt Fit hook his head over his shoulder, wrapping his arms even further around.
“Fitch! Haha you scared me!” Pac’s arms wrapped around Fit’s, and leaned his back against his chest, feeling the warmth of his boyfriend. “I thought you went out for things.”
“I didn’t want to leave just yet,” Fit admitted, “I wanted to see my Brazilian boyfriend get up first… Until you took thirty minutes to get out of bed.”
Pac felt his face flush out of embarrassment. “Sorry Fitch, I was feeling very lazy.”
“Never be sorry, Pac, you do nothing wrong in my eyes.”
Pac groaned sarcastically. “Fitche, it’s too early for you to be so cheesy.”
Pac turned around to face Fit, his arms still wrapped around his waist, and Pac’s hands on his chest.
“But I can’t help it, Pac. It’s you.” Fit smiled at him.
Pac couldn’t help but close his eyes and giggle. Seeing the absolute adoration for him on Fit’s face was almost too much to bear in the morning. However, his need to kiss the man rivaled the feeling of being embarrassed way more.
“You need to hush, Fit.” Pac smirked back at his American boyfriend. He tugged the collar of Fit’s shirt with barely any force, and let him fall into his lips. Fit caught on very quickly and kissed him back, closing his eyes. Pac moved his hand to cup his face, and rubbed his thumb across the scar on his cheek. He let his other hand move down to hold Fit’s hip. Fit’s hands let go of Pac’s waist and went into his hair, gently playing with it.
It started with a long kiss, then it led to long pecks on the lips, not wanting to split off from each other yet. They felt each other’s grins pressed into their kisses, just feeling so fortunate to be in each other’s presence, wanting to stay close to the other forever. They felt so, so lucky.
They both have lived through such terrible lives. Having to deal with violent people, trauma, death, and loneliness. But then they met and became friends. The more they talked, the more comfort they had with each other. The more they hung out, the more they realized their feelings for each other. They watched the other die, Fit watched Pac get kidnapped and go through hardships, their kids were missing for months, Pac showed Fit undying support when he opened up about Madagio. They’ve been through a lot of heartaches, and yet, they only found themselves falling deeper and deeper in love with each other. Even with the federation and Fit’s boss breathing on their backs, as long as they had their wonderful kids, as long as they were safe at the moment, as long as they were together, they were so, so happy.
They eventually break, staring at each other, sharing affectionate smiles.
“Fitch…” Pac whispered, “Do you know how to dance?”
Fit tilted his head with the out of nowhere question. “Unfortunately, I don’t.” He seemed self-conscious about his answer.
“Don’t worry, I don’t either.” Pac said cheerily. “Want to try?”
He nodded, so Pac untangled himself from Fit to grab a CD from one of the chests, and inserted it in the jukebox. A lovely tune starts playing from the box. It sounded like a sappy love song, but Pac knew they would both enjoy it anyway.
Pac went back to Fit, placing his hand onto his shoulder and grabbed his hand, extending their arms out a little bit to the side.
“Do you wanna waltz?” Pac asked, “Put your hand on my hip, I think this is how we’re supposed to do it.”
Fit obliged, holding his hip gently.
“Now… I think we move our feet like this,” Pac stated, then laughed a bit, “I only know how to do this from movies.”
Pac instructed Fit to follow his lead, and he followed Pac's every order like a soldier to their officer, except more eager. He was catching on quickly to ‘Left, forward, right, back’, and they were taking it very easy, with very small and slow steps. They had a few mishaps, tripping over each other’s feet, but they always caught each other, laughed about it, and tried going back to it. Eventually, they both were dancing flawlessly, moving around the tiny room like they were doing this as their job, and staring at each other fondly like it was their life purpose. They were chatting the entire time they waltzed, talking about everything and nothing at all, just wanting to hear each other talk.
Pac eventually got tired of the routine, and shuffled closer to his boyfriend, hugging him and leaning his head against his shoulder. Fit responded by wrapping his arms around his waist, bringing them closer, their legs nearly tangled. They started just swaying back and forth, letting the sound of the beautiful song take over their ears. As the lyrics played, Pac couldn’t help but think that they matched with how he felt in Fit’s arms. He was certainly in-
Heaven~
Heaven~
Heaven~