Monday Morning
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intheheartTitle: Monday Morning
Rating: PG-13 for sexy talk and swearing.
Summary: Theo and Hector on a Monday morning.
Date: 2011
Notes: For sexisnottheenemy ficathon, prompt the third.
"You look like a bear," Theo calls out to Hector, as he sits up in bed and scratches his chest.
Hector, who as usual has shambled out of bed without bothering to put anything on, turns around and blinks blearily at Theo. "I am a bear," he says, and heads for the bathroom.
"Not that kind of bear," Theo says, and swings his feet out of bed. He yelps when he touches the floor-- hardwood looks nice but it is cold in the morning-- and scrambles for his slippers. "I mean an actual bear. Like a grizzly."
Hector pauses on the bathroom's doorstep. "Oh," he says, and then a minute later, when the thought's had time to percolate, adds, "Is it because I'm fuzzy?"
Theo grins at the mat of black hair that covers his lover's chest, remembering their first fuck-- holy shit, he'd said, you're furry. "Yeah, that's part of it. Also, you growl."
"Do not," Hector calls from inside the bathroom. A moment later, splashing water reminds Theo urgently that Hector's not the only one who needs to use the toilet.
"Do so," he calls back, because he has six siblings and some things get hard-wired into you, then tosses the blankets off his lap and heads for the bathroom himself. "Hurry up in there, I gotta piss."
"Then get out of bed sooner," Hector says, but the toilet flushes and he shambles out, still naked, to wash his hands.
Theo allows himself a long look at certain areas of interest. Hector has great abs. And a great dick, too. And, he adds, when Hector turns to the mirror to brush his teeth, an absolutely fantastic ass.
"I thought you had to pee," Hector says, around a mouthful of toothpaste.
"You're distracting," Theo says, and smacks Hector's ass on his way into the bathroom.
When he comes out, Hector is still standing at the mirror and brushing his teeth, back and forth, mechanical. Theo wonders for a second if he's fallen asleep standing up, but no, he just blinked. "Sleepy?" he asks instead, shouldering Hector aside so he can get at the sink to wash his hands.
"Somebody kept me up late last night," Hector says, spraying the mirror with toothpaste.
"Oh, sure, blame me." Theo grabs his own toothbrush and loads it sparingly. "I was doing you a favor. You know you wouldn't have slept otherwise; you were way too wound up." He starts brushing as fast as he can-- he hates the taste of toothpaste, but dental hygiene is important.
Hector yawns hugely, then drops his toothbrush on the sink, shoulders Theo to the left, rinses and spits. "Right, right. So next time I have a job interview that could make or break my entire career, I shouldn't tell you, is what I'm hearing."
"Don't be silly," Theo says, and kisses his ear.
Hector sputters and wipes at the spot, because Theo kissed him with a mouth full of toothpaste. So, okay, maybe he doesn't think too clearly in the morning either.
But he thinks more clearly than Hector. He'll always believe this even if it isn't true.
Theo rinses, spits, straightens up and looks at Hector, lathering up his chin to shave. "You're going to be fine," he says, seriously. "They'd be idiots not to hire you. You're going to get the job, and then you're going to come home and tell me and we'll have sex all over the apartment to celebrate."
"Sounds good," Hector says, and picks up his razor. He uses a straight razor he inherited from his father, a mild peculiarity that Theo loves. "Can we have sex all over the apartment even if I don't get the job?"
"Sure," Theo says, because they're both still naked, he at least has morning wood, and sex is starting to sound really good right now. But they can't, or they'll both be late, which wouldn't be a good start to Hector's job interview. As for Theo, teachers are supposed to be at least a little bit responsible. "But we have to stop talking about it or we're going to have sex all over the apartment right now."
Hector scrapes carefully at his chin, leaving clean lines of tanned skin through the white foam. "Okay," he says. "What can we talk about, then? Anything but my interview."
"I love you," Theo says, because it's true. He adds, "And you're going to knock the socks off your interviewers," because that's also true.
"Could've sworn I said anything but my interview," Hector mutters.
"Since when do I listen?" Theo asks, and waits until Hector lifts the razor from his skin to wrap his arms around him, pressing his cheek to Hector's bare back and just hold him for a moment. "Seriously," he says. "I love you. And you're going to be amazing."
Hector presses his own arm against Theo's for a moment. "I love you too," he says, quietly. "And thanks."
Theo presses a kiss against Hector's shoulderblade, then pulls away. "I'm going to get some pants on and make breakfast. You want bacon?"
"Bacon would be great," Hector says, and finishes shaving.
Rating: PG-13 for sexy talk and swearing.
Summary: Theo and Hector on a Monday morning.
Date: 2011
Notes: For sexisnottheenemy ficathon, prompt the third.
"You look like a bear," Theo calls out to Hector, as he sits up in bed and scratches his chest.
Hector, who as usual has shambled out of bed without bothering to put anything on, turns around and blinks blearily at Theo. "I am a bear," he says, and heads for the bathroom.
"Not that kind of bear," Theo says, and swings his feet out of bed. He yelps when he touches the floor-- hardwood looks nice but it is cold in the morning-- and scrambles for his slippers. "I mean an actual bear. Like a grizzly."
Hector pauses on the bathroom's doorstep. "Oh," he says, and then a minute later, when the thought's had time to percolate, adds, "Is it because I'm fuzzy?"
Theo grins at the mat of black hair that covers his lover's chest, remembering their first fuck-- holy shit, he'd said, you're furry. "Yeah, that's part of it. Also, you growl."
"Do not," Hector calls from inside the bathroom. A moment later, splashing water reminds Theo urgently that Hector's not the only one who needs to use the toilet.
"Do so," he calls back, because he has six siblings and some things get hard-wired into you, then tosses the blankets off his lap and heads for the bathroom himself. "Hurry up in there, I gotta piss."
"Then get out of bed sooner," Hector says, but the toilet flushes and he shambles out, still naked, to wash his hands.
Theo allows himself a long look at certain areas of interest. Hector has great abs. And a great dick, too. And, he adds, when Hector turns to the mirror to brush his teeth, an absolutely fantastic ass.
"I thought you had to pee," Hector says, around a mouthful of toothpaste.
"You're distracting," Theo says, and smacks Hector's ass on his way into the bathroom.
When he comes out, Hector is still standing at the mirror and brushing his teeth, back and forth, mechanical. Theo wonders for a second if he's fallen asleep standing up, but no, he just blinked. "Sleepy?" he asks instead, shouldering Hector aside so he can get at the sink to wash his hands.
"Somebody kept me up late last night," Hector says, spraying the mirror with toothpaste.
"Oh, sure, blame me." Theo grabs his own toothbrush and loads it sparingly. "I was doing you a favor. You know you wouldn't have slept otherwise; you were way too wound up." He starts brushing as fast as he can-- he hates the taste of toothpaste, but dental hygiene is important.
Hector yawns hugely, then drops his toothbrush on the sink, shoulders Theo to the left, rinses and spits. "Right, right. So next time I have a job interview that could make or break my entire career, I shouldn't tell you, is what I'm hearing."
"Don't be silly," Theo says, and kisses his ear.
Hector sputters and wipes at the spot, because Theo kissed him with a mouth full of toothpaste. So, okay, maybe he doesn't think too clearly in the morning either.
But he thinks more clearly than Hector. He'll always believe this even if it isn't true.
Theo rinses, spits, straightens up and looks at Hector, lathering up his chin to shave. "You're going to be fine," he says, seriously. "They'd be idiots not to hire you. You're going to get the job, and then you're going to come home and tell me and we'll have sex all over the apartment to celebrate."
"Sounds good," Hector says, and picks up his razor. He uses a straight razor he inherited from his father, a mild peculiarity that Theo loves. "Can we have sex all over the apartment even if I don't get the job?"
"Sure," Theo says, because they're both still naked, he at least has morning wood, and sex is starting to sound really good right now. But they can't, or they'll both be late, which wouldn't be a good start to Hector's job interview. As for Theo, teachers are supposed to be at least a little bit responsible. "But we have to stop talking about it or we're going to have sex all over the apartment right now."
Hector scrapes carefully at his chin, leaving clean lines of tanned skin through the white foam. "Okay," he says. "What can we talk about, then? Anything but my interview."
"I love you," Theo says, because it's true. He adds, "And you're going to knock the socks off your interviewers," because that's also true.
"Could've sworn I said anything but my interview," Hector mutters.
"Since when do I listen?" Theo asks, and waits until Hector lifts the razor from his skin to wrap his arms around him, pressing his cheek to Hector's bare back and just hold him for a moment. "Seriously," he says. "I love you. And you're going to be amazing."
Hector presses his own arm against Theo's for a moment. "I love you too," he says, quietly. "And thanks."
Theo presses a kiss against Hector's shoulderblade, then pulls away. "I'm going to get some pants on and make breakfast. You want bacon?"
"Bacon would be great," Hector says, and finishes shaving.
