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“Dennis” Langdon tugs at Whitaker’s shirt. “Wake up..” He mumbles, gently shaking him to wake him up.
“Hm.?” Whitaker grumbles, swatting Langdon away. “5 more minutes..”
“No. I need you up..”
That caught Whitaker’s attention. Despite being tired, he forced his eyes open, ready to help Langdon with whatever problem he had on his hands. His eyes shifted down to look at Langdon who was tugging on his shirt and frowning for whatever reason.
“What do you need?” Whitaker asked, a yawn slipping past him.
“A kiss”
“A kiss.?” His yawn was interrupted as he shoot Langdon a confused look.
“Yes.. I want a kiss” Langdon pouted, approaching Whitaker's face.
Whitaker, still tired, turned his gaze to the alarm clock on the night stand and it read 4 am. He was wondering why he was so tired if it was already morning. Clearly it wasn't.
“Don’t pout at me,” Whitaker groaned as he shoved his palm in Langdon’s face, pushing him away. Langdon took that opportunity and licked his palm, trying to get Whitaker to stop so he could have his well-deserved kiss. Well deserved, not because he did anything, but because he woke up and wanted a kiss; therefore, he deserved it.
“Ew, you’re gross” Whitaker yanked his hand away, making a grossed out face at Langdon.
“I wouldn’t have done that or be pouting if you kissed me.”
“You woke me up at 4 am because.. because you wanted a kiss?” Whitaker’s voice was filled with nothing less than bewildered that he was awoken by his boyfriend at 4 am because he wanted a kiss. “You know you could’ve just kissed me and not wake me up, right?”
“It’s not the same” Langdon sighed dramatically, shifting to be closer to Whitaker’s lips once again. “I like it more when you’re kissing back” He mumbled as he went in to kiss him. Langdon’s actions earned him a deep sigh from his boyfriend but he did end up kissing back.
“Thank you. I love you” Langdon smiled, a small snicker leaving his mouth.
“I love you too.. but maybe I won’t if you keep waking me up at 4 am for a fucking kiss” Whitaker wrapped his arms around Langdon’s waist, keeping him close to his chest since Langdon for whatever reason liked being lower than him. He was right beneath him, his head resting on Whitaker's chest. Langdon loved pretending as if he was smaller than Whitaker and having him hold him.
Langdon mumbled something into his chest before closing his eyes, a smile still plastered on his face as he drifted off to sleep.
“I’ll make sure to give you more kisses in the day.” Whitaker said quietly, a small smile creeping onto his face. “I love you so much.” He whispers, running his fingers through his hair. He pressed a kiss against Langdon’s forehead before drifting off to sleep as well.