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in our bedroom after the war

Summary:

after the eyepocalypse, jon and martin escape to get a well earned break. together.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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Jonathan Sims, ex-Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, woke with a yawn and a stretch. He went to sit up but quickly realized he was pinned down by Martin’s arms wrapped tightly around his slim chest. He sighed softly, fondly, kissing his boyfriend’s nose before wriggling out from under him to make breakfast for the two of them.
It had been hard at first- his burned hand still wasn’t as mobile as the other, with thickly scarred skin making it hard to move his fingers properly. But it’d been getting better. He cursed himself for not taking care of it properly when the wound was fresh, but he’d had a lot on his plate at the time…and for quite a while after, as well, so a severe burn had alas been the least of his concerns.
He put on a pot of coffee while the eggs cooked- Jon liked his runny, and Martin liked them either over hard or scrambled. Once the food was finished- just simple toast and eggs, nothing fancy as Jon had never been much of a cook- he went to go wake Martin.
The other man didn’t enjoy waking up alone, so Jon always tried to stay in bed with him or wake him up himself. Martin groaned as Jon shook his shoulder, reaching up to pull the smaller man down into his chest.
“Mmm…still sleepy. Stay here.”
“Breakfast is ready, dear. I don’t want it getting cold,” Jon sighed, but relaxed against Martin’s warm squish nonetheless.
His lover smiled down at him, a softness that Jon had never believed would be directed towards him. Not from anyone, let alone from his ex-employee that he’d been, he knew, a total arse to.
“It’s too early to get up. Stay here- ‘s warm,” Martin murmured. Jon was inclined to agree with that, at least- Martin gave off a practically obscene amount of body heat. The shorter man shifted into a more comfortable position, head tucked under his boyfriend’s chin and cheek squished against his chest.
He didn’t want to get up, ever, once he’d settled. It was a perfect moment in time to him- but so were others, others he wanted to experience as well. But for now? Well. Food could be reheated.

Notes:

wrote this in an hour at 8 pm, so apologies for any mistakes! comments + kudos always appreciated <3