Mondays Aren't so Bad

"Good morning Monday! I hope you all had a great day off!" He walked into the empty living room. That was unusual. Normally the guys stayed up all night Sunday and he had to yell at them to clean the house. Their video game looked untouched. What were they up to? "Staff meeting in an hour!"

Skips emerged from the kitchen. "I'll get the others."

"Where are Mordecai and Rigby?"

"I guess upstairs in their room."

"I'll go wake them up."

"Actually, Benson, I think they'd appreciate their privacy right now."

"What does that mean?" He tapped his foot impatiently.

"They can be responsible when given the chance."

Benson nodded. "Of course, how silly of me."

He narrowed his eyes at the sarcasm as Benson walked up the stairs. He shook his head slowly, knowing what Benson was about to see.

Benson took a deep breath in front of their door, completely blowing off Skips' warning. He opened the door abruptly. "Rise and-" His face turned red.

The two young men were completely embraced in each other, still asleep. The taller one had his arms completely around the other's shoulders. The other has his arm draped carefully at his waist. He shut the door sharply and ran to his office. Every time he ignored Skips, he ended up embarrassing himself. He was just thankful no one saw this time.

"What was that?" Mordecai looked up.

"Nothing, come back."

"I would, dude, but Benson will be here soon. Get out of bed."

He embraced his love tightly. "No, I don't want to leave you."

"As soon as we finish our work we can hang out." He kissed his forehead. "Come on."

He groaned and slid out of bed. "I don't want to work."

"I know." He pulled on his white hoodie with blue sleeves and jeans.

"I would rather just stay in bed with you for the rest of my life."

"Yeah, dude." He turned around and watched the shorter man put on his own signature brown look, a t-shirt over black long sleeves and cargo pants. He grinned at the obvious red mark at the base of his neck. Rigby moaned the loudest when he bit there.

He met his gaze. "See something you like?" He turned away to look for his shoes.

"Now I don't, not with your misshapen butt."

"That's not what you said last night when you had your hands on it."

He smiled. "That's true." He finished lacing his shoes. "Done!"

Rigby barely had enough time to look up before he heard the bathroom door close and lock. He groaned and finally put on his own shoes. He went out into the hallway and beat on the bathroom door.

"Wait, dude. I just got in here!"

"Hurry up!"

Benson came out of his office. "Staff meeting in twenty minutes."

"Hopefully Mordecai is out by then." He glared at the bathroom door.

He saw the red mark on his neck and tried desperately not to stare. "Yeah..."

"So... how was your day off?"

"All right. I had some me time. Just took a day to relax and unwind. Watched some golf. What did you do?"

Rigby grinned as he tried to think of an answer. "I spent the entire day with my best friend."

The bathroom door opened. "Don't take forever. I still have to brush my teeth."

He repeated him in a mocking tone before closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Benson."

"Hi. Staff meeting at nine."

"Yeah sure. We'll see you out on the front steps."

"Did you have a good day off?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. Just hung out with Rigby all day."

"How's Margaret?"

"Gosh, I don't know. I haven't spoken to her once since she left. Long distance relationships don't work, ya know?" That was odd, especially for Benson. Why would he suddenly bring that up?

He nodded. "That's what I've heard. Fifteen minutes." He went down the stairs.

Rigby opened the door and looked at Mordecai's puzzled face. "What?"

"I think Benson knows. Are we that obvious?"

"I didn't think so. Maybe you're just paranoid. We can keep this a secret, right?"

"As long as you don't tell anyone who gave you that hickey."

He grumbled. "Shut up!"

They sat on the steps behind Muscle Man and High Five Ghost. Benson stood in front of them, reading off his clip board.

"Skips, general maintenance. The park benches need to have bolts tightened. Muscle Man and Fives, I need you to go the nursery and pick up an assortment of ready to plant flowers. The garden around the gazebo is looking very barren. I think it died in that bad frost we had. Mordecai and Rigby-"

"Tell us where you got that hickey!"

"Muscle Man, shut up!"

"Come on, you should be proud you hooked up! Spill the details!"

"Muscle Man, Rigby's personal life is none of your business. Get to work."

"You know who else is covered in hickeys?"

Benson growled. "Your mom's personal life is none of our business, now get out of here!"

He stomped off into his cart, along with Fives, and sped off.

Mordecai looked down at Rigby, who was staring at Benson.

"The two of you..." He looked up. "What?"

"How did you know?"

"It was the look on your face when I asked you how your day off was. I can tell when someone is in love. Their eyes speak thousands of words. I never would have guessed though, but after thinking about it I realize you're absolutely perfect for each other." He looked down at his clipboard. "That being said, I don't want to find the two of you slackers making out instead of working when you're on the lawn or the couch in the house."

"Yeah, that's fair. What are we doing today?"

"Painting the gazebo. Skips is going to be planting when Muscle Man gets back. I've already got the paint, tray, rollers and brushes loaded up in your cart. It's mostly just touch up work. Try not to get paint on the concrete."

"Okay. Just let us get our jumpsuits."

"Of course. Just don't slack off as usual. The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can be in each other's intimate company."

Mordecai smiled at his boss.

"I've got to go find Skips. I sort of owe him an apology." He took off towards the path.

"You know, Rigby, I have newfound respect for Benson. He didn't even yell or threaten to fire us. He yelled at Muscle Man."

"Yeah, man. He's not completely terrible." He leaned on his love's shoulder. "Should we ditch the job now?"

"Normally I'd say yes, but Benson is being way too nice for us to turn around and get in trouble. We should probably actually do it this time."

He groaned. "Fine."

"Plus being under a gazebo on a spring day sounds crazy romantic." He looked down and saw Rigby was gone. The house for was wide open abd he was running up the stairs.

"Come on. We got to put on our jumpsuits. I don't feel like getting covered in paint."

He smiled as he stood. Today was going to be a good day, even if they had to do something as tedious as paint.