i don’t do anything on this blog anymore.
i don’t do anything on this blog anymore.
Dylan bopped him on the nose with his fork, scrunching up his nose. “Don’t talk with your mouth open, nasty,” he said teasingly, taking a bite, chewing, and swallowing while turned at Jeremy as if to demonstrate. A small smile later he turned back forward, leaning forward for the remote. Just as fast, he came back tot he warmth of his boyfriend’s chest.
“There’s never anything good to watch in the morning,” he groaned half heartedly, flipping through talk show to talk show.
And just for that, Jeremy retaliated by sticking out the half chewed food on his tongue and showing it to Dylan. Of course that only lasted a split second, should he want to get stabbed with the fork. Taking his time, Jeremy swallowed the food and grinned, planting a chaste kiss on Dylan’s cheek, nipping at it afterwards. “I ain’t nasty, blondie~”
The marine kissed his lover’s temple multiple times, slowly lowering the kisses until reaching his ear. “Then let’s not watch anything, let’s just…talk.” He whispered, feeling awfully clingy.
Dylan went to sit down, giggling when he was pulled into Jeremy’s lap. He already knew the answer, that’s why he didn’t wait for one. The blonde pulled his legs up, curling into his boyfriend comfortablely. “Well you didn’t say no…” he mumbled a bit triumphantly.
At the question, blonde eyebrows raised over emerald green eyes. “Fine,” he said playfully, taking a small bite of his own then getting a bit of egg on the fork and holding it up to Jeremy’s mouth. “Open,” he laughed, nipping lightly at his jaw to prompt him.
"Well how could I say no to you?" He teased, mostly talking about it would be difficult to fight with him already sitting on the sofa. But, in general, Jeremy just couldn’t say no to anything Dylan wanted. The blonde was too perfect to ever reject. The marine held onto Dylan as best he could without spilling any food anywhere.
The brunette chuckled, opening his mouth for his breakfast. He took the food and then mid chew “thanks babe.” He mumbled, food in his mouth.
Dylan held his own plate far from Jeremy do he wouldn’t drop it, nuzzling their noses together then heading past him through the doorway. “Can we sit on the couch?”
Anyway, he was already half way there, no reason in asking at this point. Glancing back, he pursed his lips to Jeremy. “Yes? No? Yes?”
Jeremy would have said yes, should he had been giving the proper amount of time to answer. Instead, he rolled his eyes with a smile on his face and nodded, making his way over to the couch.
"Yeah yeah blondie, you’re basically already here. Sit sit." He chuckled, plopping down on the couch and gently pulling Dylan into his lap.
"…Feed me?" He grinned, opening his mouth. He just wanted to see if Dylan actually would or not. He wasn’t that lazy.
Dylan straightened up when he heard stomps down the steps, putting the bacon on the plates, giving a bit more to Jeremy since he never are much himself. He didn’t have a big appetite in the morning, but he was always a little hungry. “Morning, lazy,” he smiled over his shoulder, reaching over to the eggs. “Scrambled or over easy?”
Making it quick, he put it in the plates and walked over to the brunette in the doorway, handing him a plate with a loving kiss.
a hand tugged at the soft curls in his hair, which was so sloppy in the morning. “scrambled please..” His words were becoming more enunciated, thankfully. At least now they sounded like real sentences and not just noises being muttered out.
Taking the plate and kissing Dylan right back on his lips, Jeremy smiled and hooked an arm around the smaller male’s waist. “You are literally the best blondie..you know that?”
Dylan rolled his eyes on his way down, hearing Jeremy’s words clear enough. He knew that’d he’d be finished cooking by the time the marine got out of bed. Never the less, the blonde held a genuine smile on his face as he reached the kitchen, cold wrapping around his legs as he opened the fridge to get eggs and bacon out.
Shivering, he gathered all of the things and shut the door quickly, putting them on the counter and rubbing his bare legs with his hands. Dylan dressed like a teenage girl to bed, wearing a long band-t and shorts decorated with little hearts and puppies he’s had since forever. They just started fitting, thank goodness. Even so, he was going to be sad to see them go when he grew out of them.
Setting up the fire, he had the bacon in one pan and eggs in the other in no time. The plates were already out as he fed the puppy at his feet a piece of bacon for making his way down the stairs without hurting himself for once.
Laying there in a half sleeping state, Jeremy simply thought about the past few hectic weeks and his time with Dylan. It hadn’t been so long, only a few months. But they had already moved in together, although a crazy spur of the moment idea, it seemed to be the smartest decision of his life. The brunette couldn’t even believe his luck, and although there had already been fights, it was nothing that couldn’t get resolved quickly and thankfully it did.
The marine smiled with eyes closed and snuggled up in bed for another minute or two, until finally getting the energy to open his eyes and oh so slowly get up. Jeremy sluggishly moved towards the doorway and down the steps. It was apparent he was coming, with his loud stomps. The male wore a pair of boxers to bed, and that was it.
He leaned against the doorway of the kitchen with a small grin, crossing his arms. Dylan was always a sight for sore eyes. “Hey, baby.”
Dylan pursed his lips pouty like, but ended up kissing a few times on Jeremy’s chest. “Okay… but we need to get out of the house!” He nodded quickly, planting one last kiss on Jeremy before standing up fully off the bed and putting the dog back on the floor as not to disturb the half-awake man.
“I’m going make breakfast,” he said, peeking back int he room then heading downstairs, making a lot of noise on his way down like a little kid would on Christmas.
He smiled lazily, eyes still not opening. He loved all those small kisses on his chest. He wanted to pull the blonde up towards him and place a loving kiss on his lips—but his body simply wouldn’t allow it at the moment. “I’ll be there in a second..” His words were completely slurred together and none of it even sounded English, but his point was across. Though the way it sounded, Jeremy wouldn’t be up for another ten minutes.
The blonde woke up slowly to something licking his face. Dylan’s vision wavered in and out from the sunlight flooding through the window, almost blinding him. A tiny bark in short of him had him smiling, picking up the white, groomed fur ball and sitting up out of Jeremy’s arms.
“Mn, wake up,” he put Spike on his lover’s face, nuzzling into his chest with a sleepy voice. “We need to do something today…”
Feeling the small pup crawling over his face, he scrunched up his features and groaned, trying to gently shake Spike off, as best as possible. As the little snowball moved away from his face for a moment, Jeremy murmured to his lover. “Do I have to get up..” He was already feeling a lazy day come on—and he had only just woken up. “Five more minutes, blondie..”
Of course Olko went scrambling for the door, latching onto Mason when he found him on the other side. His arms squished the other tightly, face nuzzled into the other’s chest.
“I missed you, I loves you!”
Mason grinned and clung onto the smaller male, kissing the top of his head. “I missed and love you too, Olko.” He whispered, not wanting to let him go.
Zero appeared in the doorway with a smile, leaning against the wall. “Nice to see you again, Mason.”
“You two have to like each other!” Olko looked insistent, blue eyes widening up at Zero. ”Because I like the two of you, s-so..” He hugged Zero again.
“I don’t know if Mason has a daddy and I have two. I’ll share you with him so he can have a daddy if he doesn’t.”
“Hey, shh shh Olko—it’s okay! We like each other, I promise. Don’t worry so much, okay?" Zero smiled, and then stifled a laugh from his throat. "I’m sure Mason has a daddy, Olko. But that’s very nice for you to think of sharing.”
There was a knock on the door, Mason was waiting for him now. He didn’t seem nervous, he was just afraid of waking up anyone else in the house.
Olko grinned and picked up his phone again, clumsily texting Mason and telling him to come to the door as Zero had instructed.
“Mason likes you, I think…” Olko thought they had got along pretty well.
Mason checked his phone once more and smiled, putting on a jacket and the closest pair of shoes, only to dash out of his apartment and headed for his limo to go and pick him up.
Zero smiled lazily, closing his eyes. “I think so too, but I don’t think he’s completely comfortable around me, because of last time. He’ll get better, though.” At least, he should if he’s going to be taking away the closest person Zero has to a son every night.
“Glad I could, s’pretty smile you got there as well,” he chuckled lightly, before nodding his head. “Ah, as does my mother.”
"Well yer ma’s got great taste~" She giggled. "So—why don’t ya tell me a little ‘bout yerself, Markus?"
“Can I see the one I love?” He asked, coming over to squeeze onto Zero with a hopeful look. ”I miss him and he told me he will come for me!”
Olko cooed and kissed the other’s nose.
Zero simply chuckled, running a hand through the little one’s hair. Before he answered, the demon kissed Olko’s forehead and then nodded. “Yes you can, Olko..Tell him to come to the door, alright? It’s getting me nervous you walking around late at night.” He made it sound like a joke, but Zero was truly terrified.
"And I want to meet him again.”