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2025-08-19
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Honey, It's Alright

Summary:

Max refuses to get out of bed and John cannot say no to his husband.

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Enjoy!!!

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Birds chirped in the distance as the sky regained its orange hue, the city just waking up. Sounds of soft snores and the occasional rustle of sheets filled the bedroom as the two lay close to each other for warmth.

Max and John were snuggled up against each other, their bodies perfectly aligned, their breathing synchronized. John's snores were, to put it mildly, almost like those of a car, as if the man had an engine in his chest. And yet, it was what comforted Max the most. He could easily feel his presence and know that he was there, that he was alive. Which isn't to say that sometimes it was annoying.

But for John, he would endure anything.

Max’s nose was nestled in the crook of the older man's neck, inhaling what little remained of the strong cologne John had used yesterday, and he pressed closer to him. After some time the snores faded, and then a small groan was heard as the mattress creaked, putting Max on alert.

“Johnny?” he murmured, droopy dark-brown eyes squinting against the harsh morning light, and his lips turned into a pout. Sleepily, Max attempted to lift his head as he reached out to stop John. His thoughts were a blur, only knowing his husband was leaving him and it was too early to get up.

Then the low rumble of John’s low chuckle snapped him out of his haze. He noticed Max’s confusion, coupled with the sleepy stuff in his eyes and the cute indented marks left on his face from the pillow. He gently removed Max's hand from his wrist and pulled him onto his lap.

Max let out a faint grumble at the sudden shift but soon melted into the comforting warmth. “Morning,” he croaked, voice still rough with sleep.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” John replied, each word pressed into his neck with gentle kisses. “Time to get up.”

Max buried his face in John's chest, shaking his head with a groan. “Nooo, don’t wanna… too early,” he whined, arms clinging stubbornly to his waist.

John sighed, stroking his hair. “Come on, kid, we have to get up.”

“Lies,” Max muttered, his eyes still shut. “Bed is better. Stay here.”

And when it came to Max, John never truly stood a chance at saying no.