Marvin counts how many times they kiss throughout the day.
when Marvin’s just woken up, and Whizzer’s already showered. “good morning,” Whizzer says into Marvin’s lips, “your breath is disgusting.” Marvin smacks him away, and groans, and buries his face into the pillow again.
when Marvin finishes shaving and pats his cheeks with aftershave, Whizzer saunters into the bathroom and repeats the motion before pulling him in for a kiss. “can’t i do one thing in peace?” Marvin asks, grinning. Whizzer hums – of course not.
when Whizzer serves breakfast, eggs over spinach over toast, Marvin drags him down by the collar and kisses him, deeply. he lets go and pushes him away a little and smiles, turns back to his breakfast and pretends it never happened. payback.
when Marvin leaves for work, he asks for a goodbye kiss. Whizzer plants one on his cheek as he shoves him out the door.
when Whizzer gets home (half an hour after Marvin, sweaty from the day’s activities, grinning and tired and content), Marvin pushes him against the wall of their foyer, shoves a leg between Whizzer’s, kisses up his neck. “i’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he says, and Whizzer believes it.
(there are too many kisses to count after that – he kisses along the line of Whizzer’s jaw, his bared neck, the soft spot between his thighs that always makes him melt. Marvin gives up his counting game for a few moments there and gets lost in the beauty of Whizzer’s body.)
when Whizzer cooks dinner, twenty minutes later with his pants still unzipped and his motions easy and loose, Marvin comes up behind him. “what’s for dinner?” he asks, launching himself onto his tiptoes, tucking his chin onto Whizzer’s shoulder. “none of your business,” Whizzer says, carelessly moving away. “you’re an asshole,” Marvin replies, and he kisses the side of Whizzer’s neck before pulling away and huffing.
when Marvin is doing the dishes, Whizzer sidles up beside him. “thank you for cleaning, dear,” he says, half-mocking the pet name. Marvin grumbles, and Whizzer smiles at him. he turns Marvin’s face towards his and kisses just to the left of where Marvin’s mouth, soft and ever-sweet. Marvin does his best to still be huffy afterward, but he isn’t fooling anyone.
in the middle of their late-night SNL viewing on Marvin’s little television, Whizzer removes his legs from their position draped over Marvin’s (knocking the book on his lap in the process) and stretches his arms. “i’m going to the kitchen, do you want anything?” he asks. “wine would be nice?” Marvin replies, raising an eyebrow. Whizzer grins at him, toothy, and leans back for another kiss before busying himself again.
in bed, undressed and unwinding, Whizzer yawns and closes the novel on his lap. “i’m going to bed now,” he says, softly, his gaze soft and affectionate and directed right at Marvin. Marvin leans over, cradles the side of his face, and kisses him gently. “goodnight,” he says into Whizzer’s lips. “goodnight.”
when Marvin decides he’s done reading for the night, he leans over and turns off his bedside lamp. he pulls the covers up to his neck and leans back into Whizzer. he feels Whizzer’s arm snake around his waist and a soft, sleepy kiss pressed into his shoulder.
if Marvin never got the complete tally, it’s all right. he always has a new day ahead of him.
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