"I'm so tired," Hunk groaned.

Keith raised an eyebrow, downing another mouthful of food goo. "Then why are you up?"

Hunk shrugged across the table. "I dunno, man. I just couldn't fall back asleep." He shoved a forkful of breakfast into his mouth. And he didn't swallow before he talked.

"Where's Lance?"

"Where do you think?" Keith answered.

The door to the dining room opened. Low and behold, Lance was the one who strode in.

Hunk grinned. "I think he's right there."

Keith rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Lance, who got his own bowl and headed towards them.

"Morning, Hunk," Lance greeted.

"I thought you were sleeping," Keith said.

"Morning to you, too, babe."

Keith rolled his eyes.

Lance put his bowl in front of the chair on Keith's right. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Keith from behind, nestling his head onto Keith's shoulder.

Hunk scrunched his nose.

Keith shrugged into Lance's arms. He turned his head to press a kiss to Lance's cheek.

"Aw, come on!" Hunk complained. "I'm eating!"

Keith pressed a couple more kisses to Lance's face.

Lance grinned. He made his arms tighter, hugging Keith as close to his chest as possible. Keith pulled his mouth back, giving Lance the chance to kiss him. He put his lips to Keith's nose with a loud smack.

"Gross!" Hunk cried.

Lance hugged Keith harder.