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The distinct blaring of chime bells is just a rude awakening to the start of the week for Hunk. It marked the end of praised lie-ins and the beginning of cursed alarm bells that he simply could not defy.
Damn Monday mornings.
Mellow rays of peach and yellow seep through the gaps of the blinds and lightly graze across the puffy duvet as a gravelly groan rolls out of Hunk, who reaches a lazy arm out to the lively phone that is a lighthouse’s beacon in the dim lit room.
He picks up the evil device rather awkwardly, adjusting his grip as it slips a couple of times before sliding a finger along the bottom of the screen to silence the damn thing. He catches sight of the time through his crust-filled eyes before the screen goes black and lets out another groan.
Being the proud owner of a four-time award-winning bakery meant he had a reputation to uphold, and at 7 AM, a line of hundreds of people already span across three blocks only an hour before opening, patiently waiting to sink their teeth into a delicious sweet treat or a savoury pastry.
This year was going to be his fifth win, and if waking up at four o’clock in the morning proved to be the secret ingredient to success, then there was no room to complain…
A groggy whine startles Hunk as the bed suddenly shifts, and he yelps when a pair of arms snake around him, his hot skin soothed by the brisk coolness of the hand splayed against his chest.
The arm holding onto his phone drops down the side of the bed as Hunk lets out a sigh. “Keith,” his voice dry and weary, “I’ve gotta go to work.”
Said person grumbles sourly, and Hunk laughs when the arms wrapped around him try pulling him in, only for Keith to be pulled closer instead as Hunk was too heavy.
“Hmmm, fuck work.” His husband pouts.
“Babe, y’know I can’t miss it.“ Hunk replies, finding Keith’s behaviour amusing. Who knew such a strong-willed, do-no-harm-but-take-no-shit police officer could be such a teddy bear?
Nonetheless displeased, Keith whines like a needy child and snuggles in closer, his face smushed up against Hunk’s back. “But you’re so warm and cuddly.” His voice muffled, almost incoherent. “And smell so good.”
Hunk sighs and looks over his shoulder to see a heap of unkempt black locks. “Sweetie, we can cuddle more once I get back. I promise.” He tries, now mindful of the time. He loves his husband to bits, but he really needs to get ready for work.
“No.” Keith objects, tightening his grasp around Hunk. “Too long.”
“Keith-“
“Five more minutes.” The pure despair weighing down in his words leaves Hunk at a standstill, and while he puts his foot down in certain situations, he hates to see Keith upset; worse even to know that he was the culprit behind Keith’s sadness.
Hunk bites down on his bottom lip, trying his absolute best to remain resilient…
“Please?”
Damn Keith and his irresistible cuteness.
With a heavy sigh, Hunk plonks his phone back onto the bedside table before proceeding to grasp Keith’s nimble hand resting on his firm chest; the duvet shifting once more as he turns over to face the smiling mess reeking of triumph laid beside him.
“Okay,” Hunk yields, chuckling heartedly as his eyes observe Keith’s drowsy face, “but only for five minutes.”
“Mmm, good.” Keith lets out a long yawn before deciding Hunk’s chest is the perfect pillow, the beating of his heart a lullaby. “Love you.” He mumbles tiredly, Hunk watching on as his eyelids shut as blissful sleep consumes him.
Huffing softly, Hunk pulls his lips up into a smile. He envelops Keith in a warm embrace and rests his chin gently on top of the unruly mop of hair; the scent of pomegranate and strawberries trailing up his nose.
“I love you too.” He answers to a wall of silence, before closing his eyes. The two men are soon deep in slumber, cuddling one another with smiles on their faces.