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Two empty plates sit stacked on the coffee table. Their spoons are crossed on top of the pile, reflecting the light of the TV screen. The beginning credits of The Incredibles play, music blaring proudly, despite the fact that it's nearly twelve am.

Kevin rests on Abel's chest, the two of them curled up on the couch, legs tangled together, and Sasha, a small grey cat, lounges on the arm of the chair. It's a little too warm to be cuddling this closely, but they endure the heat for the sake of maintaining physical contact. They'd been doing so ever since their kiss was interrupted, walking too close together and pretending to trip just to touch one another.

Abel lifts a hand, pauses, then says, "Can I touch your hair?"

You did that earlier, Kevin thinks. He, however, nods, allowing Abel's slim fingers to dance through his curls. Perhaps it's because he was distracted last time, but he hadn't noticed before how good this feels. He can't stop a hum, almost a purr, from sounding out, and hides his face in Abel's shirt. "Sorry," he mumbles.

Abel smiles, shaking his head. He tugs Kevin's hair the slightest bit harder, earning a small "oh" in response. He grins harder, making a note to himself that Kevin likes this. "So, it's safe to assume you're staying the night, yes?"

Kevin opens his eyes, trying to make himself focus. "Y-yeah." Abel pushes his hand into Kevin's hair again, and Kevin leans into his touch. "I should put on pajamas."

Abel removes his hand. He doesn't miss the disappointed sigh from Kevin. "Right. Get up, and I'll grab you some clothes." Kevin sits up, rubbing his eyes, yawning softly. Abel smiles at how cute he looks, then has to look away before he puts too much thought into the fact that Kevin is sitting on his lap.

Kevin, oblivious, pushes off of Abel and stares at him. "Lead the way."

"Eager, aren't we?" Abel waggles his eyebrows, switching off the TV. "It's like you're just dying to get me in my bedroom."

Kevin blushes as his brain recalls the kiss. "Shut up. I'm just sleepy, that's all."

Abel rolls his eyes, nodding. They walk down the hallway to the last door on the left, and go through the door.

The first idea thing that strikes Kevin about the room is the obvious division. There's a line of faded white tape on the beige carpet, splitting the room into two halves. Abel walks onto the half that he owns, made clear by the large amount of small notebooks and papers scattered about. He moves through the somewhat organized chaos, setting down pens and moving half finished poems from one pile to another, until he reaches an oak dresser. It, too, is cut in half with tape. Abel sticks to the drawers on his half, fishing out an old soccer jersey and a pair of sweats.

"Here," he hands them to Kevin, who accepts them and heads to the bathroom to change. Once he shuts the door behind him, Abel whips into motion. He snatches off his shirt, changing into a pair of comfy pants. He wouldn't usually wear them, but he will for Kevin's sake. He then gives his bed a quick shake down, checking for hidden pens in the sheets, and fluffs the pillows.

He lays in his bed, making sure that there's enough room for two people to fit comfortably. He tosses a stress ball up and down, then squeezes it as hard as he can, fidgeting impatiently. Kevin opens the bathroom door with a squeak, and Abel jumps to his feet. He instantly wishes he'd been sitting down for the sight that greets him.

Kevin, dusted pink, stands anxiously just inside the doorway, wearing the soccer jersey and a pair of boxer shorts. "The sweatpants were way too big," he says apologetically. Abel nods, distracted by the way that the jersey's neck has slid to the side to reveal Kevin's collarbones. His eyes travel lower, and holy mother of- Thigh gap! Abel forces his gaze elsewhere, struggling to hide his now red cheeks.

"Blue," he manages. "Can you come here? Please." Kevin notices the huskiness of his voice and approaches with caution. He doesn't want to start anything that he can't finish. Once he's standing a few feet from Abel, he looks up. "Can I kiss you?" Abel's voice is quiet, breathy, and impossible to say no to. Kevin nods.

Abel closes the distance between them quickly, sliding his hands around Kevin's waist as their lips crash together. Kevin, surprised by the eagerness in the kiss, stiffens before returning the embrace. Abel's hands travel up and down Kevin's back, one of them venturing up to the curls at the base of his neck, tugging on them gently.

Kevin moans into Abel's mouth, and wants to take the noise back for its lewdness. Abel, on the other hand, doesn't seem to mind at all, pressing Kevin back to sit on the bed, opening Kevin's mouth with his own and slipping his tongue inside.

After a minute or two, Abel pulls away to breathe properly. He eyes Kevin, flushed and panting, sprawled on the bed, and wants nothing more than to kiss him again.

Kevin blushes. "Stop staring at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to eat me." Kevin avoids looking at Abel.

"Maybe I do."

Kevin gapes at Abel, who's wearing a wolfish grin. "Y-you can't just- Oh, never mind. Let's just go to bed." He pulls the comforter over his head, not moving from his spot in the center of the mattress.

Abel leans over and clicks off the light, then looks at the Kevin-shaped lump in the bed fondly. "Blue. I can't lay down. Scoot over a bit." The Kevin lump shifts three inches to the left. Abel laughs. "C'mon, Blue. Scoot or I'll just lay on top of you." The lump sits, as though mulling the idea over, then moves over quite a bit more.

Abel tucks himself into the covers and Kevin attaches to him like a koala bear. Abel looks down at him, surprised, and Kevin avoids his gaze. "I'm a habitual cuddler, especially in my sleep, so it's best if you adjust to it now," he mumbles, hiding his red face in Abel's chest.

Abel smiles to himself, kisses the top of Kevin's head, and wishes him a good night. Kevin mumbles something unintelligible in response, and he falls asleep to Abel's laugh.

Abel's POV

The first thing I notice when I wake up is the feeling of Kevin's curls tickling my neck. The second is that it's barely seven am and I need to pee.

This shouldn't be a big deal, except for the fact that Kevin's legs are wrapped in mine, his hands clutching my shoulders. He looks so peaceful, his long, light eyelashes barely brushing his cheeks, pink lips barely parted. Gingerly, I try to disentangle our legs.

Kevin is a clingy little thing.

Every time I get our legs apart, he hooks one around my hips. This continues until I'm in a stickier situation than I'd began with. Now I need to pee, but Kevin is definitely not letting me go until he wakes up. To make matters worse, his hips are pressed against mine, causing other problems.

He shifts and I suck in a breath. "Oh, hell. Blue, wake up." Kevin snuggles closer to me, resulting in more friction. "No, no, no, God, please. Wake up." I shake his shoulders, praying to anything, everything, that he regains consciousness soon.

That's when I notice that his eyes are open just a slit, and he's fighting a smile.

"Oh, damn you, Kevin."

His smile disappears. "Oh, wait. Don't be mad, I just. I wanted to see how far I could push you. I'm sorry." He looks far more regretful than the situation warrants.

"I'm not mad at you. Not really, anyways." I touch Kevin's cheek gently. "Why do you think I'm mad at you?"

"You called me Kevin," he mumbles. "You never call me Kevin. Always Blue or something else affectionate. But you never use my name."

I blink at him, then I smile. "You think I'm angry at you because I used your name? That's adorable." Kevin pouts, and I grin, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "I won't do it again, Blue, I swear."

Kevin nods, burying his head in my chest again. "Go on. Get up and make me breakfast," he mumbles.

I scoff playfully. "Oh, I was waiting for you to ask me. You can't just assume I'm gonna cook for you." I get up anyways, though, leaving Kevin with a kiss on the head, stopping by the bathroom on my way to the kitchen.

I tie my apron around my waist. If Blue wants breakfast, I'll give him breakfast.

Kevin's POV

The first thing I smell is burning pancakes.

I rush to the kitchen, half asleep, dazed and extremely worried. Abel stands in front of the stove, scratching his head sheepishly, and Sasha is hiding in the pantry. Abel's got the fan on, waving at the smoking pan with a towel. "Um, hi, Blue."

"What happened?"

"I was making you pancakes, but I'm, um, challenged when it comes to cooking, as you can see." He manages to stop the burning, dumping the pan unceremoniously into the sink, before walking over to me. "I can take you out for breakfast instead, though."

I nod, relieved that he's okay. "If it keeps you from burning your dorm down, fine."

I borrow another shirt from Abel, wearing my jeans from yesterday, and we go to the parking lot. On the way to the car, we run into Cal, who's walking a little funny. He glances at us, then looks away quickly. I'm sure that he's blushing, even if it's hard to see.

Abel drives us to Village Inn, singing to old pop music on the radio. He seems to be in a good mood this morning, which makes me glad. We hop out of the car and enter the restaurant, only to be greeted by Jacob Pierce.

He frowns at us. "So, I see the boy toy stayed the night."

Abel grins. "Of course, I mean, we rarely spend the night apart." I can't hide a blush. "Table for two, please."

Jacob leads us to this crappy, lopsided table in the back of the dining area, but I can't be too mad at him. I'm too busy being pleased by how told off he looks.

A chipper looking girl approaches our table. She takes our orders- chocolate chip pancakes for Abel, an omelette for me. Once she leaves, Abel laces his fingers together with mine. I smile at him, and he says, "Listen, Blue-"

"Oh you two are so cute! How long have you been married?" The woman in the booth across from us squeals.

I look at our hands and notice that Abel and I are both wearing silver rings on our ring fingers. A total coincidence, but it makes me nervous. I wait for Abel to say something, but he just looks at me, amused, keeping our fingers linked. "I- Um." I can feel my face warming. Mild social anxiety is setting in. The woman looks so pleased, and I don't want to disappoint her. Something in me says that I'm being unreasonable, but the anxious part speaks louder. I should just tell her that we aren't married, but instead I say, "Just a month. Thanks."

She turns away to talk to her husband, and I want to curl up and die. Abel dramatically whips out his phone, and I give him a curious look. He sees me watching him.

"Oh, I'm just turning on the notifications for our relationship and calling my mom. This is huge news! I mean, it seems like only yesterday we were engaged."

I slap his hand, and he grins boyishly before getting more serious. He opens his mouth to speak, and is interrupted by the waitress returning with our food. She sets the plates down loudly, smiling at us when she leaves.

I cut a piece of my omelette off of the rest of it, spear it, and bring it to my mouth. Abel grabs it and sets it on my plate. "I have something important to say, and I need you to listen so I don't have to repeat it or anything. I'm losing my nerve." I wait attentively, trying not to miss my omelette too much.

"Okay, so, I know we've been seeing a lot of each other lately, and we've been pretty touchy recently. I also know that I like spending time with you. Waking up next to you this morning was a dream come true. I want to do it more. I want to care for you, and kiss you, and be protective of you. I know that technically we're already married, but, Blue, will you do me the honor of officially being my boyfriend?"