Benson awoke slowly, loving how natural it was. Sitting up slowly and lightly scratching his stubble-covered chin, he stared around. Remembering that he now lived in the room that was once shared by his boyfriend and Rigby, the bed he was in was no other than Mordecai's, since so far his bed and frame were not picked out yet, but he knew the blue-adorned liked this arrangement. It was tempting to tell the other that he liked it too, but he didn't want to move too fast…
Mordecai walked into the open doorway, clothed in his usual electric blue jacket and black v-neck shirt, and with faded dark red skinny jeans and black converses. Benson was tired of telling the gangly man that he wasn't a teenager anymore, but the other could still pull it off as an adult. It was unusual he had no makeup, but then that would change soon, since the blue-haired younger then sat at the mirrored dresser ('It's not a vanity, dude!') and pulled out some dusky blue eye shadow.
"Hey Mordecai," tried the brunet, slipping out of the bed in his pajamas, and glanced at the alarm clock. He nearly had a heart attack- it was nearly eight. "You turned off my alarm clock?"
Peering at his through the mirror, Mordecai bit his lower lip and finished the shadow, "Uh, yeah, but… We don't need to be out there until nine anyways, I was going to wake you up soon myself." Starting up with the eyeliner pencil, he ignored the quick glare shot his way.
The boss grumbled and grabbed his clothes, rushing to the bathroom even though he had more than enough time for his own routine. By seeing the blue dye out, he knew the employee had just done so this morning, which made sense why Mordecai was actually up before the older. Shucking the pajamas off carelessly, he pulled on his usual jeans and button up shirt, brushed his hair and teeth, and then left the bathroom with his bundled sleepwear lazily. Entering his new bedroom again, he watched Mordecai stick in his dangling blue jay feather earring and then brush through the silky shoulder-length hair. The man sighed as he put the brush down, and turned around to face his decade older boyfriend.
"So…" blushed Benson slowly, "How would you get me up?" At no response, he about repeated it until he was practically shoved onto the bed. On his back, he stared up to see Mordecai hovering over him, and got gently smacked with the feather as the face got closer, but didn't get a chance to say anything and the mouth was soon on his own. Not wanting to be outdone, the brunet waiting until they broke slowly, then wrapped his arms around the other's neck and nearly slammed their faces together in a deep kiss; knowing fully well that his boyfriend liked spur-of-the-moment. As lithe fingers began to undo a few buttons on Benson's shirt-
"Hey Mordecai, Pops made-" causing all three of them to freeze, and then Rigby averted his eyes from the couple, "There's this great new invention called a door, you know."
Benson gave an irked stare and pushed Mordecai lightly so he could get space to get up, "There's this great new invention called 'getting fired' for testing your boss, you know." It wasn't meant to sound too angry, but enough to give the other brunet a hint. After Rigby left after giving up, he glanced at the taller individual who was getting up as well, "Why did you suddenly-" He was then kissed again.
They broke apart, the employee grinning madly, "You wanted to know how I would wake you up, right?"
"Go get breakfast," the opposing jokingly rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Yes, sir," Mordecai said in a voice mocking seriousness, and left the room with a stupid smile.
Unsure whether he was hungry or not, the brunet followed his partner out the room eventually. He went to the breakfast table to find the two over-familiar slackers at the kitchen table, waving an arm over their heads for whatever reason and practically yelling an "Oh!" like usual. Hoping there was no mess, the oldest sat down at the open seat next to his boyfriend. Relieved at his suspicion not being true, he sat back and glanced at what they were having. Then they went into a rhyme for the cereal, and Benson felt like the two were indeed separated brothers at birth.
After his appetite went away, the boss got up slowly and went outside to start getting to his own work. Skips, who went to go fix something on the shed, followed him out and Pops rushed off to follow a butterfly that was twisting throughout the wind. Benson went to the trusty golf cart and sat on the inside slowly; enjoying the silence for whatever time he had left. Sure Mordecai was pretty quiet usually, but Rigby always egged him on to be louder.
"Dude, it's Friday, yeah-yuh!" the short brunet couldn't contain his excitement that he would soon be met by the weekend.
Mordecai joined him in laughter, but then spotted Benson starting to write on his clipboard, "Hey, I'll catch up, I gotta talk to Benson real quick," then elbowed the smaller male as he made an inappropriate remark. He made it over and sat on the passenger side eagerly, "How about we go out tonight?"
Benson blinked, "No Rigby?"
The blue-haired boy quickly shook his head, "Just us, I swear."
Unable to help but believe his boyfriend of course, he smiled and nodded, "Yeah I'd like that…" Then he began to drive around and get him where he was now near Rigby, "Alright get back to work."
As Mordecai left the cart to go work with his best friend, he couldn't help but smile during it. This time he'd make sure it was unbelievably romantic, like he knew Benson secretly wanted.
