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The smell of freshly brewed coffee stirs Gene awake. Though what gets him to sit up is the lack of legs tangled in his and a body on the other side of the bed. The floor creaks under him as he stands up and he shudders in the cold air. He was never much of a morning person.
Wrapping one of the throw blankets Laurance insisted on getting around himself, Gene ignores the slippers that Laurance bought for him because he ‘gets cold just looking at him’. He sets off for the ground level, not bothering to stop in the bathroom to fix his insane bedhead.
The blanket drags on the floor as he walks down the stairs, which he knows will annoy Laurance. He won’t pick it up though, because feisty Laurance is fun Laurance, at least in his own personal opinion (he’s obviously right since he knows him the best, after all). Once he reaches the bottom of the stairs he scans the room for Laurance like it’s second nature, only stopping once he finds the brunet sitting at the dining table.
“G’morning,” he grumbles to his fiance, nodding once before heading to the kitchen to fill a mug with coffee.
“Good morning sleepy,” Laurance greets, looking up from his phone and taking a sip of his own tea. He cringes when Gene comes back out and notices the blanket dragging across the floor. “ Please pick that blanket up for the love of Irene. You don’t even like that one, anyway.”
“That’s why I’m using it,” Gene says as he takes a sip of his coffee. “I always forget how cute you look with your glasses on.”
A faint blush appears on Laurance’s cheeks and he subconsciously pushes his glasses up his face, “You’re just trying to distract me from the blanket. I know your tricks. I’m not fifteen and stupid anymore.”
“Mmm,” he hums in response. “Maybe not fifteen, but definitely still a little stupid.”
“Hey, now!”
“Not wrong.”
“You totally are!” Laurance argues.
Gene just laughs in amusement. “When did you get up?”
“I think about an hour ago. Had to do my morning run.”
“You don’t even play soccer anymore,” he says as he sets down his coffee on the table. “Why do you even bother?”
“Just because you don’t do any athletic stuff doesn’t mean I don’t have to,” Laurance says. “And you were sleeping just fine without me.”
“Yeah, it’s true that I don’t need you to sleep.” Gene plucks Laurance’s phone out of his hands. “What’re you looking at?”
“Hey! Give that back Gene!” he reaches for his phone, trying not to get up. But, Gene holds his phone above his head while scrolling through his Twitter feed, looking at his timeline and notifications. Laurance stands from his chair and walks behind Gene, giving the black-haired man a kiss to try and distract him so that he can pluck his phone from his fiance’s hands. He knows it fails as Gene’s grip on his phone gets tighter and a smile forms on his lips in the middle of the kiss.
“Oh babe, you know I’m not dumb enough to fall for that old trick.”
“You fell for it a couple times when we were in highschool,” Laurance puffs before walking away and into the kitchen to grab something to eat.
“I did not!”
“Did too,” Laurance hums. “I can recount about half of them, like the time we were in the detention room and—”
“Fine, jeez! Still, that was like ten years ago and this is now,” he takes a gulp of his coffee.
“Do you want anything for breakfast? You can’t live on just coffee, you know.”
“Just some toast? I dunno.”
“Okay,” Laurance rummages around in the cupboard, pulling out the loaf of bread and sticking two pieces into the toaster. “It’ll be ready soon.”
Gene hums in return.
“No thank you, no nothing?” Laurance says as he pokes his head out from the kitchen.
“Yeah, yeah, thanks or whatever.”
“Mm.”
“Love you, babe,” Gene says, still looking at his lover’s phone.
“I love you too, Gene.”