Guten Morgen
Disclaimer: As usual, I own no one, though I wish I did…
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"I've had that dream again,"
The words punctuated the kitchen's sleepy silence. Adam jerked his head up from struggling with the new coffee maker.
"The one where you marry Travolta?"
"No," Jason murmured. "That's your nightmare," He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
"Right," Adam said. "Wait-is it that dream where you get pregnant by George Clooney?"
"Yeah. That dream…" Jason muttered, shivering. "Talk about disturbing! Guys aren't supposed to get pregnant especially by …"
"George Clooney," Adam cut him off.
He groaned. Jason gave the same speech every time he had that dream which was quite frequently. As far as he knew, the speech would never change.
"I can't believe I'm always pregnant by George Clooney. It's always a girl named…"
"Georgette Cloonay," Adam said, finding it sad that he had memorized the speech.
Adam sat down, glad that he had finally gotten the coffee maker working. He really didn't see why it had to be so difficult to make a cup of coffee but it was with his new machine.
Jason went to kiss him, but Adam shoved him away gently. "You know the rules. No kisses until after breakfast since you have awful morning breath."
"You've been saying that for fifteen years,"
As much as Adam loved Jason, he couldn't stand morning breath kisses. In the fifteen-some odd years they had been together, he had never been able to stand morning breath kisses.
"Can I at least have a kiss on the cheek?" Jason asked, pouting. "It's not a normal morning without a kiss,"
Adam shook his head. Morning breath kisses were the one thing he was adamant about not giving.
As the coffee maker dinged, Adam stood up. He always handled breakfast. Jason handled dinner. Adam handled breakfast.
That's just the way it was.
"Here you go," Adam said, placing cereal and coffee in front of him.
"Fruity Pebbles?" Jason asked, glancing into the bowl. "Are you trying to tell me something?" Adam groaned.
"No, I'm not telling you something since I KNOW you're gay. I'm too tired to cook since someone kept me up half the night,"
"We didn't do anything!" Jason said. Adam groaned.
"No, we didn't, but you fight me in your sleep," Adam explained. "Rocky,"
"I am not a restless sleeper," Jason muttered, sipping his coffee. "You're exaggerating,"
Adam removed his blue terrycloth robe to reveal a mess of bruises. "These are all from you, late at night,"
"Wow,"
Adam nodded, leaving the robe off. He actually enjoyed walking around in his boxers. He just had nosy neighbors, who didn't need to see his teddy bear Boxers.
Jason finished eating and headed into the shower. Adam used the quiet time to finish his coffee and overall relax. He dearly loved Jason, but didn't enjoy the noise he made.
"Now can I have my kiss?" Jason asked, a towel draped around his neck. Adam nodded, passionately kissing him. "What's the agenda for the day?"
"Laundry. The CDC called and told me your socks counted as nuclear waste," he said, gesturing to the laundry room.
"I can't exactly do laundry from the road," Jason apologized. "Would you like some help?"
"You get checkbook duty ever since I miscalculated and you turned everything pink," Adam murmured, kissing his lover.
As he disappeared into the laundry room, he shook his head, loving the typical morning.
THE END
