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it's not always that bob wakes up earlier than his boyfriend – what with joaquin somehow always waking up at 6 AM on the dot everyday, probably some military discipline thing.
it doesn't help that bob's body clock is more often than not messed up because he usually can't sleep early or all the way through the night, so he ends up waking up near noon or after noon.
today, though, joaquin came from a mission with sam the night before – had him coming back to the tower at near 3 AM.
and for once, bob was already asleep, only half-woke up when joaquin crawled into their bed to sleep beside him – greeted him with a kiss to his forehead before curling up against bob's chest and immediately falling asleep.
bob had a good night, falling asleep at around 10 pm after training all day and miraculously not having a single nightmare – so he's the one who woke up at around 8 AM today, crawled out from joaquin's hold and to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
when he got back, joaquin was still asleep and snuggled with bob's pillow – arm and a leg holding it tight to him, his cheek squished against the softness of it.
he must be dead tired, knocked out even after bob moved around the bed and out of their cuddling.
bob pads back to the bed, sits beside joaquin and brushes his curls away from his forehead.
joaquin's nose scrunches, letting go of the pillow and instinctively turning around to be closer to bob.
like this, the sunlight streaming from the window shines on his face just right – turning his tan skin almost golden and seemingly making the constellation of moles across his face stand out.
bob smiles, cupping joaquin's cheek with one hand.
there are eight moles on joaquin's face: three in a triangle on the apple of his left cheek, one by the corner of his right eye – near the end of his brow – and another one below his left eye, one above the left corner of his lips, one on the left side of his chin, and the last one near his right ear – near to where his jaw meets the lobe.
on his neck, there are five: three like the orion's belt starting from the right where his jaw meets his neck leading to his adam's apple, one by the lower left of his adam's apple, and the last in the hollow where his neck meets his collarbone.
there's a scar on his neck too – above his right collarbone and to around halfway up his neck, a burn from the celestial island incident. the skin of his scar is darker than joaquin's usual tan.
they've been together long enough that bob knows there are countless other moles across his body, some burn scars too – and that he's kissed every single one of them.
it's a bit of a routine that he made for himself, actually, to kiss his moles and scars regularly.
(during the day, when he starts with one on his face, he kisses them all.
at night, when they're in the privacy of their room and joaquin lies on the bed – sometimes just because, sometimes when they're both sweaty from their nightly activities and joaquin is still a bit sensitive all around.)
this morning, he decides that he wants to start it off good too.
so he leans in close and kisses the mole between his clavicles, drags his lips up to joaquin's adam's apple, then the three that lead up to the underside of his jaw.
joaquin's starting to wake up by now, nose scrunching and eyes squeezing.
bob knows his tells, but just huffs out a laugh and continues.
by his right ear, then back to his chin. by the corner of his lip, then the corner of his right eye.
when he ends off with the three moles on his left cheek, joaquin had woken up – eyes still closed but humming, one hand stroking the curls by the base of bob's neck.
when he speaks up, his voice is still a bit husky from sleep.
"g'morning."
bob breathes in deep, nose pressed to the chub of joaquin's cheek,
"good morning."