Hair Day (Aurélien and Mathieu)
Summary: A snippet of a usual morning at Aurélien's Paris flat.
Characters: Aurélien Masson, Mathieu Therasse
Relationships: OMC/OMC
Genre: Slice of Life, fluff
Warnings: None
A/N: A short and fluffy piece. It might kill your sense of adventure with its domesticity.
Word Count: 498
Aurélien tried to brush his hair out of his eyes, but the curls refused to stay in place. It was a lost cause and there was no other option than to take the scissors and try to tame the mop of hair. He had tried different hairstyles over the years, but none had really stuck. His hair just was.
Aurélien considered himself to be lucky as Mathieu planted a sleepy morning kiss on his shoulder, encircling his naked waist. Mathieu was fresh out of the shower, smelling of the expensive soap he refused to change.
‘Morning, still fighting the inevitable?’ Mathieu let go of his partner as he reached for the toothbrush. The domesticity had crept upon them silently but neither of them had resisted. It felt right.
‘You know I always will. Got a big interview today, remember?’ Aurélien regretted not going to the coiffeur earlier this week. Everything was in some upper power’s hands now.
Mathieu hummed as an answer as his mouth of toothpaste. He didn’t have anything on the agenda today except of making sure Aurélien’s day went as smoothly as possible. ‘I’ll be outside the café. Need to do some people watching and sketch. Next year’s collection won’t inspire itself.’
‘You’re just saying that because you love the éclairs in that place.’ Aurélien knew it was Mathieu’s favourite café and had therefore set up the interview there. Mathieu would be there, but only as a background support.
‘Guilty as charged, n’amour.’ The enamoured name was sweet in Aurélien’s ears. He knew Mathieu meant it and it was not simply a pet name chosen at random.
‘We’re acting like an old married couple already. No excitement, no going out on crazy parties. What did you do to me?’ Aurélien crossed his arms. He had been thinking about it for a while. ‘Before I met you my life was one party after another and now you’ve lured me to stay home and I haven’t even gone to a night club for months.’
‘I never told you not to go to parties.’ Mathieu pointed at Aurélien with his toothbrush, the sides of his mouth slathered with foam making him look more harmless than threatening.
‘And I’m happier like this. I like remembering being together with you and not just the haze of alcohol mixed with adrenaline. But we could go out tonight? Just for the fun of it and leave when we want to’ Aurélien suggested. He could find any bigger party in Paris in a moment’s notice just by asking around.
‘Anything you want. Just make sure I’m properly dressed and not too old.’ Mathieu joked. Their age difference really didn’t matter.
‘Well I can’t just go around and show I’m dating a grandpa now can I? I’ll make you representable. Don’t worry your fashionista head about that.’ Aurélien gave Mathieu a short peck before leaving him alone in front of the mirror as he went to find some clothes to wear for the interview.