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Thomas had the day off from the salon today, giving him the luxury to sleep-in for once. He liked to be there to open the salon and make sure everything was perfect before clients came in. But Cordelia had insisted that he take the day off and let her handle the salon, probably so she could prove herself worthy of opening more often.
Thomas thought it probably had something to do with some unspoken competition that she and Alastair have about who’s better at managing their respective workplaces. He can’t judge them, he does the same thing with Genie.
But even if he had the day off, Alastair didn’t, and Thomas could hear him puttering about in the kitchen or the bathroom or wherever he was. He certainly wasn’t in the bedroom.
Alastair, theoretically, could also have the day off, if he chose to. The tattoo parlor had plenty of staff and it wasn’t like they would fail without him there. But today Alastair had a big client coming in today for some big piece that Alastair had been working on for a few weeks now. A beautiful watercolor with a mix of designs, it was truly some of Alastair’s best work. So he definitely couldn’t miss this appointment or this client.
Thomas groaned and stretched his body out across the bed. He wasn’t used to sleeping in, especially when his brain is telling him that he should be up and getting ready with Alastair for the day.
And so he decided to go find his boyfriend and lovingly pester him before he had to go to work, wrapping himself in his comforter (just because he wanted to get up, doesn’t mean that he wants to leave the warm comfort of his bed, thank you very much).
He found Alastair in the kitchen, his back to him as he waited for his coffee to finish brewing, most likely checking his phone notifications as he did so. Thomas smiled as the sight as he crept toward his boyfriend to wrap himself around him, burying his head in the crook of Alastair’s neck. Alastair made a sound of acknowledgment, turning his head to press a kiss to Thomas’s hair. “Good morning, jigaram. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” he asked, turning around in Thomas’s arms to face him.
Thomas mumbled out a reply, he was warm and tired and didn’t feel like talking. What a wonderful feeling for an early morning.
Even though he couldn’t see Alastair’s face, he could sense the fond eye roll he gave him.
“You should be taking advantage of your day off, Tom. You rarely let yourself have days like this. Enjoy it, darling.” Alastair’s long fingers had started to card through his hair, playing with it gently.
Thomas loved Alastair’s fingers, pianist fingers, he called them. They were long and slender, evidence of Alastair’s many years of playing piano. He buried his head deeper into Alastair’s neck in response, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent, expecting the citrusy smell of Alastair’s cologne.
Only to be shocked by the scent of his cologne instead of Alastair’s.
Thomas looked up at Alastair to see him with a small smirk on his face, smug and content. “Are you wearing my cologne?”
“What do you think?”
“Alastair.”
Thomas is not ashamed to admit that he whined, just a tiny bit.
“Thomas.” Alastair whined right back at him, clearly biting back a laugh.
He raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend, challenging him to say something else. Alastair merely glared half-heartedly back at him, obviously wanting to win their staring contest.
This went on for a moment before one of them caved in.
Alastair sighed in defeat before responding, looking anywhere but Thomas. “So I used your cologne. Who cares? I just wanted to smell like you.”
“You could have just said that in the first place, Alas.”
“You’re lucky I love you.”
Thomas smiled at him like he had hung the moon just for him. “Oh, don’t I know it.”