Character/s: Gwaine, Leon
Summary: Routines don't have to be "normal" to be routine.
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 516
Prompt: #237 - A Day in the Life
Author's Notes: Posting from my phone again. If there is any formatting weirdness, I'll try to fix it as soon as possible.
Leon looked down Gwaine, burrowed beneath the bedding as three different alarms went off in their bedroom.
The first was the digital alarm clock on Leon’s side of the bed, making a persistent but melodic charm that was louder than the sound it made when Leon’s alarm went off. The second was Gwaine’s phone, muffled and unseen, beeping repeatedly from somewhere beneath the bedding. The third was an analog alarm clock which was dangerously close to ringing itself off the bedside table.
It was an impressive amount of noise to sleep through.
Leon turned off both alarm clocks (before their neighbors complained) and began to pull back the bedding in search of Gwaine.
“You’re going to be late,” he said when he could see Gwaine’s hair. Leon continued to pull back the bedding, following the sounds of discontent and beeping. “Gwaine,” he tried between beeps, “Gwaine, you have to get up. You can’t be late to a seven AM call time when you’re the one who set the time.”
Gwaine grumbled something unintelligible, turning away when Leon made his first successful contact.
“Five more minutes.”
“Your alarms have been going off for half an hour.”
“… Four more minutes.”
Leon rolled his eyes. “Neither of those minutes will make you feel any more rested.” He unwound the bedding from between Gwaine’s hands and pulled it down to Gwaine’s shoulders; a warning. “Get up.”
Gwaine’s response was either ‘no’ or ‘never’ but it was in the negative so Leon grabbed the bedding and yanked it all off in one swift motion. Gwaine groaned as if he was in deep physical pain.
“Get up,” Leon said, loosely folding the bedding to keep it out of reach.
Gwaine writhed on the bed, his eyes still firmly shut. “This is cruel,” he whined. “I thought you loved me.”
“I do,” Leon said simply. He waited for Gwaine to open his eyes; the final concession. He nodded approvingly once Gwaine had crawled into a sitting position and glared at him. “Take a shower; you’ll feel better. I’ll make coffee.”
Thirty minutes later Gwaine was in much better spirits as they stepped out of the lift on the ground floor of their building. He was still groggy and the death grip he had on his coffee looked like it was hurting the plastic mug but his expression was warming to its usual charm.
“Are you sure you don’t want a ride?” Leon asked.
Gwaine grinned over his coffee. “No, I’ll manage.” He winked as he stepped into Leon’s personal space. “Fresh air’s good for you, you know?”
Leon opened his mouth to respond but Gwaine made a grab for his coat and pulled him down for a kiss. He closed his eyes, pausing for a moment to focus on Gwaine – his warmth, his scent, his energy – trying to internalize how Gwaine’s presence made his life feel full. His eyes shot open again when Gwaine’s free hand slapped his arse.
“Love you!” Gwaine shouted, waving as he bounded towards the front door.
Leon smiled despite himself.
“Love you too.”