Author's note : holy shit i actually wrote this at like, 1 AM /nervous laughter/ anyways, have some after frickin in the morning shizz with Marco + Jean uwu also, in a modern AU where they are uh slightly older. By that like old enough to have a job? Let's say 18 y.o. - ish? Also this one is really short like WHOA MAN ;u; rated T (i think?), contains yaoi. Hope you guys like it! o3o

"Jean, wake up.", Marco patted on Jean's shoulder gently with one hand after sitting up on the bed. Instead of waking up, Jean rolled and laid himself on his left side, before curling himself into a ball, dragging the blanket to cover himself. "Five more minutes, i'm still-", his protest were cut off by a yawn escaping his mouth, but Jean couldn't really care less. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep . Marco just smiled. He laid himself on his bed again on his left side, wrapping his arms around Jean, nuzzling his nose against Jean's neck. "Come on, we'll be late if we don't wake up now, Jean.", he purred.

Jean responded to it by moving a little bit closer to Marco, his eyes still closed. Marco sighed, before sitting up on the bed again. He leaned down and gave Jean a small on his forehead, which caused Jean's body to tense. Jean opened his eyes, "Mmnnnn-", he turned to lay on his back, so he could see Marco without bending his neck, "I said five more minutes, dammit.", he threw a pillow at Marco's face. Which, unfortunately Marco could catch and threw it back at Jean, letting out a small laugh.

Oh, so he didn't really went back to sleep after all.

"Come on, Jean. I'll make you breakfast, okay?", Marco promised as he jumped off the bed and walked into the kitchen part of the apartement. Their apartement wasn't really that big and didn't have much dividers, so Jean could still see Marco cooking up some eggs from his place.

Jean finally sat up on the bed, his back against the headboard. "Ugh-", he rubbed the sore spots along his neck, feeling the marks that were left there last night were still there. "You didn't have to be so rough on me, Marco.", Jean emitted a small groan as he slowly stood up and walked over to the sofa, the shirt that he wore (which was Marco's, and apparently a bit bigger in size too) slipped to his left side a bit; revealing his neck and signs from their fun last night. Other than that, he was still in his boxers. Marco himself was shirtless (good thing Jean's body was warm last night, otherwise he would freeze to death, maybe; just maybe) and still in his boxers.

"It's fair for me to ask for five more minutes, at least.", he added before sitting on the sofa.

"Alright, Jean.", Marco turned off the coffee machine. "I won't be.", Marco promised again as he poured the coffee into two cups. He set them aside and grabbed two plates, each filled with an omelette. He walked over to the sofa and sat by next to Jean, putting the plates on top of the table. He wrapped his arms around Jean, as if he was apologizing for it. He let go of Jean, "But you said you like me being rough.", he shot Jean a concerned look as he gave Jean one plate; the one with the bigger omelette.

Jean sliced the omelette before chewing it slowly, "I-". "Jean, eat your food first.", Marco interrupted, afraid that Jean would get choked. Jean's mouth slid into a small frown, as he swallowed the food. "I may or may not like it.", Jean finally said with a sly smirk. Marco gave a playful punch on Jean's shoulder, which made Jean winced; although it didn't hurt at all.

Marco leaned to his left and gave Jean a small kiss on his cheek, enough to make Jean's cheeks heat up.

"Now eat up, or we're going to be late.", Marco said with a smile, before eating his own omelette.