"Mmm…"
Hiroki's eye peeled open as he awoke with a sleepy moan, his other eye buried in the plush surface of a pillow. He yawned and smacked his lips before tiredly closing his eyes again.
Sniff.
Hiroki's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating. His arm immediately flew up into the air, pointing towards the direction from which the smell was coming.
"Nowaki, if you drink all of that coffee, I will jam a pickle jar straight up your ass."
Hiroki heard a snort from somewhere in the depths of a room, then a bark of laughter. He shut his eye again and cuddled into his pillow, then lowered his arm to rest his hand under his head. A little smile graced his lips at the sound of Nowaki chuckling to himself.
"Good morning, sugar."
His voice was close. Hiroki hid his smile with his loosely clenched free hand, curling into a ball upon the bed. He felt the mattress dip behind him, then a hand on his waist. Hiroki felt chills go up his spine as the warm hand heated his skin through the terrycloth material of the white robe he had been sleeping in. He heard a small clunk of a cup being set on the bedside table.
"I poured you some coffee…"
"Mm…"
"Would you like some creamer in it?"
"Mm'yeah, but only if there's hazelnut creamer."
"Sorry, no hazelnut."
"Nnn…" Hiroki whined, furrowing his brows. "Sue those bastards."
"Anything for you, my little angel," Nowaki purred. Hiroki's eye opened again.
"How many pet names have you made for me now? Six?"
"Oh, you noticed?"
"Of course."
"I love calling you baby and angel and… anything cute and cuddly, though."
"It's embarrassing…"
"But I like it…"
Hiroki pursed his lips when Nowaki copied his whining tone.
"Don't make fun of me, you jerk," Hiroki mumbled into his pillow. He scooted away from Nowaki, taking his pillow with him. "And I'm cold. Gimmie a blanket."
Hiroki paused.
"…Please."
"Hehe, you're so cute, sweetheart."
"Seven."
"Oh, get over it."
Hiroki hummed as Nowaki swung his legs up onto the bed, then pressed up behind him. He stroked Hiroki's side, his heat lingering in the dip of Hiroki's waist.
"Are you going to give me a pet name, Hiro-san?"
Hiroki flushed scarlet.
"How 'bout 'idiot'?"
"I meant one that's cute and suits me."
"…Shithead?"
"That's not cute."
"It's cute to me!"
"Hiro-saaaan," Nowaki whined. Hiroki giggled as he felt Nowaki pinch a lock of hair between his lips and gently pull. He swept his hand back, batting Nowaki away.
"Quit it!"
"I want a pet name!"
"Wait until your birthday!"
"That's too looong… wait, who gives out pet names for birthdays?"
Hiroki let out a laugh before reaching up to grab a pillow from the large pile at the head of the bed. He smacked Nowaki with it.
"You're a dummy."
Nowaki yanked the pillow out of Hiroki's hand and whapped his hip with it.
"That's not a pet name, either."
Hiroki finally surfaced from his pillow, turning his head towards his idiot husband but not bothering to roll fully onto his back. Nowaki was dressed in only a pair of sweatpants, and had coffee on his breath.
"Sure it is. McDummy, Dummy-san, The Dummster."
Nowaki tipped his head back and laughed. He looked back down at Hiroki a moment later.
"How about Big Daddy?"
It was Hiroki's turn to laugh his ass off, laughing harder as Nowaki rolled him onto his back and started tickling him.
"Don't make fun of me!" he cried playfully as Hiroki kicked and hit him.
"St-St-Stop! Stop!" Hiroki howled through uncontrollable giggles, thrashing against Nowaki's fingers.
"Hiro-san, calm down! You're gonna-!"
Hiroki's world spun as he suddenly dropped like a rock. He hit the floor with a thump, landing on the rise of his back. His body bent at an awkward angle, and the wind got knocked out of his lungs.
"Hiro-san!"
Nowaki's head appeared over the edge of the bed, and Hiroki sucked in air like a fish out of water to catch his breath.
"Are you okay?"
Hiroki glared at Nowaki, unable to say a word. Nowaki's frown wavered and he cracked up, rolling over on the bed. When Hiroki caught his breath, he held his stomach and laughed, too.
"Help me up, McDummy."
Nowaki paused his giggles long enough to swing his legs over the edge of the bed. Hiroki took the chance to snatch his bare foot and try to drag him off of the bed.
"Nonononono!" Nowaki begged, trying to kick Hiroki's hand away. In a final attempt at staying upon the bed, Nowaki flopped over and grabbed as many pillows as possible. This, of course, did not stop his fall, and he also dropped, falling right on top of Hiroki. Pillows followed him, bouncing off of his head and back.
"That's what you get," Hiroki purred. Nowaki snickered and crawled up Hiroki's body. Hiroki brought his husband's face into his hands as he approached, guiding Nowaki straight to his lips. "Mm…"
They kissed for a few minutes, giggling into each other's mouths and caressing every inch of their bodies. Hiroki lifted one leg, allowing the robe to slip off of it. He wrapped it around one of Nowaki's thighs, then ran his foot up and down the strong appendage.
"So…?" Nowaki murmured when he pulled away with a small smack. He caressed Hiroki's cheek. "Am I going to get a pet name?"
"I call you baby and babe sometimes, don't I?"
"But that one's mine…"
"You can't claim a pet name! Beggars can't be choosers, you idiot!"
"But… but that's the one that I call you all the time," Nowaki whimpered. He pouted his lip. His eyes started to glisten in the beginnings of puppy dog eyes.
"Don't you dare pull the puppy dog eyes on me."
Nowaki's pupils got a little bigger.
"Damn it! Fine, let's see… oh, come on, you hogged all of the good ones!"
"No, there's one that I haven't called you yet."
Hiroki blinked.
"Eh?"
"It's one that I haven't used just so you could call me it…"
"What's that?"
Nowaki smiled, a little sheepishly.
"…Honey."
"Honey…?" Hiroki echoed. He raised an eyebrow.
"You called me honey once, and I really, really, really liked it."
"No fuckin' way. When?"
"Um… when we came home from that Italian restaurant… when I first talked to you about the honeymoon. We were in the kitchen, and you told me that we had to finish up those cinnamon rolls. That's when you called me honey."
Hiroki tilted his head.
"I don't remember."
"I don't think you even realized it. It just kinda came out naturally, so I think you should definitely call me honey from now on!"
Hiroki rolled his eyes.
"You really want me to call you that?"
"Yes, please!"
"You're an idiot."
Nowaki pouted and frowned. Hiroki sighed.
"…Honey."
Nowaki immediately beamed and snuggled Hiroki thoroughly, earning a heated blush.
"Oh, Hiro-san! Baby! Angel! Sweetheart! Sugar!"
"Alright, alright!" Hiroki barked. "Get off of me, dumbass!"
Hiroki practically threw Nowaki off of him and hauled himself to his feet, straightening his robe as he did so.
"I wanna go swimming," Hiroki said, looking over his shoulder at Nowaki, who was staring adoringly back up at him. "But I don't want to go to the lido deck. When I saw it, there were like a thousand people there."
"I think they have a more private pool area that isn't on the top deck," Nowaki said, also getting to his feet. "I'm not sure, though, I couldn't tell by the picture in the brochure."
"Great," Hiroki said. He went to the small table between the armchairs and picked up the brochure. "Can I have my coffee?"
"Mhm."
Nowaki went to retrieve Hiroki's coffee as he flipped through the brochure. When Nowaki returned, he handed the mug to Hiroki, then pulled him into his arms. Hiroki allowed him to, absentmindedly sipping his coffee as his eyes darted over the brochure.
"Oh, yup. They've got another pool area next to the gym on deck nine," Hiroki said.
"Oh, yay. Did your mom pack me my swim trunks?"
"No, but I did," Hiroki said, turning to look up at Nowaki. "You can thank her for packing all of the white things. I was the one who packed all of your black clothes."
"Oh Hiro-san. You are the best wife ever," Nowaki cooed, squeezing Hiroki.
"Husband…" Hiroki growled warningly.
"Husband," Nowaki corrected immediately, the smile on his face never faltering. Hiroki briefly shut his eyes and smiled.
"Good boy."
