Disclaimer: I do not own Meet the Robinsons. If I did I would be releasing a sequal.

Coffee.

The aroma of the brewing coffee roused Wilbur from his sleep. He moaned weakly, burying his head into the soft pillow, his usually perfect hair, strewn and loose. He heard the sound of a shower starting and resigned himself to his fate. He pushed himself up, before crawling out of bed. Rubbing his bleary eyes he walked out to the kitchen, his feet soundless on the thick carpet.

He reached the kitchen and poured himself a cup of the freshly brewed coffee, before slumping in a stool at the counter. His dark eyes peered into the equally dark liquid. He heard the shower stop, and knew that he was going to have some company in his tiredness. He took a sip of the liquid, almost sighing as he felt the warmth spread throughout him.

Footsteps alerted him to the coming of his partner in caffeine addiction. He felt the hand casually brush against his t-shirt covered back, and held back a shiver. Coffee was poured into another mug, and the other person sat down in front of Wilbur.

"Good Morning," it was the simple statement, yet still drew warmth to Wilbur's cheeks.

"What so good about it," he grumpily replied, cocking on of those jet black eyebrows.

Chuckling Matt reached forward and ruffled Wilbur's hair in a familiar way. He was one of the few people that could get away with. Still Wilbur narrowed his eyes slightly and tried to glare at his partner, not succeeding in the slightest.

"Shut it Muata," he replied scathingly. Matt gasped as if hurt deeply by the insult, a playful look on his face. Wilbur groaned, and then smiled reluctantly, his lovers unusually cheeriness infectious. Sighing, he quickly swallowed the rest of his coffee. It was getting on and he had places to be.

He stood up, his sense more alive, though due mainly to Matt's antics than the coffee. He stretched, showing a sliver of smooth skin as his t-shirt slid up. He laughed at his lover light blush. After all these years he was still shy. But it suited him. Wilbur stepped closer, provoking the blush to darken.

He bent down, and their lips met in a light, sweet kiss, that lasted a few seconds. Wilbur straightened up again, before heading of to the bathroom, smirking slightly with the knowledge that Matt, with that cute blush, would most likely be watching him walk away. Oh yeah he thought to himself, coffee was good. But not as good as Matt.

AN: Matt is Mike's future son and and belongs to Jill. Check him out at her live jounal. Just remove the spaces.

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