Maybe 5 with N, uh.. I was wondering if you write rare ship like terrormoohm or pandacat? (´；ω；｀)
((Terrormoohm,,, sounds cute,, and i’ll cherish it from now on!))
5. Waking up together
n. “Can we stay like this for awhile?”
Brock was the first one awake. It didn’t matter the day or the occasion, he just was. Normally he’d get out of bed to shower and then fix up breakfast, but sometimes he waited for one of the others to get up so they could handle the cooking and he could stay in bed for awhile longer.
His eyes had opened slowly today, and his head, though a little slow from waking up, was aware enough to process two arms over his stomach. He smiled some and turned his head slowly to one side, where Brian laid breathing quietly, then to the other, where Ryan was snoring softly with a smile on his face.
He couldn’t help thinking they were cute. Messy hair, and Ryan was drooling a bit- which really was kind of gross, but he looked so peaceful. Brock could have sat their for hours, just combing over the reasons mornings where he could admire his boyfriends were his favorite.
But, he felt the urge to get up and start the day fill him.
He moved to sit up, only to feel one of the arms strain a bit in an attempt to hold him down. It was sort of funny because he could totally just push it aside and leave, but he stopped anyways. “Noo,” mumbled, who he assumed was, Ryan, “Don’t get up yet.” Brock flopped back down with a tired chuckle, feeling a kiss press against his cheek. “Ye always leave us, stay,” Brian whispered, letting his face rest on top of his shoulder after.
“Both of you are big ol’ babies,” Brock teased softly, letting them both cuddle against him in their attempts to keep him there. “It’s just cause we love you,” Brian huffed. “Yeah” Ryan whined, “And we want you to stay.”
Brock really didn’t want to sat no, he really didn’t. “I gotta make breakfast,” he tried, shifting a little to try and nudge them away. “Brooocckk,” Ryan whined again, lifting his head a bit and peaking an eye open to stare at him. Brock met it and melted at the fond and tired look he was getting. “Can we stay like this for awhile?” he asked. “Please?” Brian added, nearly exasperated, but Brock knew he was falling back to sleep.
“Okay, fine,” he agreed finally, hearing both of the two tiredly exclaim in victory before they all settled back down on the bed. “I love you both, y’know that?” Brock patted them both on their heads, gaining soft grunts in reply. He was satisfied with just that and closed his eyes.
Maybe he could spare one morning.
