"We took turns making each other breakfast whenever we thought it was morning..."


The first night Carlos spent at Cecil's apartment, he woke in confused terror the next morning. His frenzied panic was a logical reaction: after all, there was harsh yelling in a language he didn't understand followed by a series of thundering crashes from the kitchen. After all the months together and now nearly a year apart, the racket of brewing coffee is a welcome wakeup.

The smashing is still a touch on the unnecessarily loud side, Carlos muses as he wanders out to the kitchen doorway. But Cecil has worked on a quieter form of angry chanting, and he intermingles it with little hums and quirky hip-swings to a melody audible only in his head. Carlos had wondered where his lab coat disappeared to, since it was his casual sleeping lab coat and not the naturally-disappearing invisibility lab coat he had invented to research out in the sand wastes while remaining unseen by the birds of prey. His heart skips a metaphorical beat as he discovers the missing soft fleece robe comfortably draped over Cecil's shoulders, sleeves cuffed to keep them clear of the coffee grounds. Even the plaid peeking out beyond the cuffs is a stolen flannel from the scientist's wardrobe, one that Carlos recognizes from more than a few sleepy bedtime snapchats saved over the past few months. A warmth spreads through him that he can't quite contain, but can't figure out how to fully express either. The feeling flutters from his stomach to his fingertips and back, an overwhelming contentment at the sight of everything he every wanted dancing around the kitchen in boxers and bunny slippers and a very stolen lab coat. Quietly, he pads into the room and loops his arms around Cecil's waist. He whispers something against his boyfriend's skin as he plants a drowsy kiss to the man's cheek.

"Hm?" Cecil asks, removing one of the vibrant pink foam coffee preparation earplugs.

Carlos smiles to himself. He doesn't mind repeating the phrase; in fact, he could say it a dozen times and still not even come close to expressing everything he's felt these first few days back together: "I love you, honey."


prompt: those cutesy tumblr posts about picturing your crush waking up early to make breakfast in clothes they borrowed from your drawers. paired with desert staycation cuteness, how could I resist?