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we tried the world; good god it wasn't for us

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Gerry was woken up by the lack of someone's arm around him and the sound of clinking dishes. Long hair a complete mess, yawning and trying to find his way without switching on the light, he stumbled into their small kitchen.

“Babe, why are you awake at... 6 am?” He blinked at the clock on the wall, a cat shaped one that Jon had insisted on. His boyfriend Oliver, eyes closed and in only his boxer shorts, was pouring another spoon of coffee into the machine.

“I’m not awake.. go back to bed.” His voice was raspy from sleep and Gerry wanted nothing more than to pull him back into bed with him. But he knew Oliver well enough to know that that wouldn’t happen, so he just pressed a kiss onto his boyfriend’s forehead and made his way into the bathroom to freshen up.

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“Are you decent?” Martin knocked on the bathroom door, but he also opened it in the same moment without waiting for an answer.

Mawtin ou ave feen me- ” Gerry took the toothbrush out of his mouth, his hair finally in a very messy bun up on his head. One stubborn streak was hanging into his eyes, still. “Martin, it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”  

“That is true, but I still-” Martins words were cut off by a very minty kiss pressed against his lips.

“You are a gentleman, I know. Good morning, sunshine. The bathroom is all yours.” 

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Back in the kitchen, Oliver had managed to open at least one eye and was nose deep in his first cup of strong, black coffee. He watched as Gerry added one, two, three spoons of sugar and a big dash of non-dairy milk into his own cup. 

“I still remember the day you wanted to impress me by saying you drink your coffee ‘ as black as your soul’ and didn’t even get down one sip of it.”

“Doing everything for the aesthetic.” Martin laughed as he walked into the room and dared to switch on the light. The hurt moans coming from his boyfriends had him yet again wonder if he actually lived with a bunch of vampires. 

“Has anyone woken Jon yet?” he asked while rummaging through the tea cabinet, trying to decide on today’s flavour. “Whose turn is it? Gerry’s?”

A deep sigh, but Gerry detached from Oliver's lap to stand up and walk into the second bedroom to get Jon. The blinds let in just enough light for him to not fall over a pile of books on the floor. All he could see in the twilight was a tangle of Jon’s long hair peeking out of the sheets. 

“Jon, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up.” Incoherent mumbling. Jon only pulled the blanket further around his body, curling up into an adorable Jon-burrito. 

“Come on now, you’ll be late for work.” He tried to get Jon out of the warm covers, failing miserably. 

“Five more minutes, Gerry….”

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Martin and Oliver watched their boyfriends through the open kitchen door. Gerry carried Jon, who was still clutching a pillow, towards the bathroom. He had simply thrown the sleepy man over his shoulder.  

“I can’t believe this is our morning routine,” Martin sighed. He was leaning against the kitchen counter with his favourite cup in hand, a smile playing around his lips. 

“Really?” Oliver looked over to him, an eyebrow raised, his grin making him look almost awake. “This is exactly what I imagined our morning routine to be like. Do we have any coffee left?”

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“We really should try to eat healthier all together,” Jon murmured to himself while placing a bunch of kale into the shopping cart. He didn’t really know what on earth he would cook with it, but it seemed nice and green and healthy enough. All those fitness people seemed to like kale - the ones like the ripped guy son smiling at him from a box of protein powder on the shelf. 

The shop was almost empty and it was half an hour to closing time. All Jon wanted was to get their groceries, go home and take a long, hot shower. It was pouring outside. Maybe they could watch that documentation about deep sea fish tonight and cuddle... 

“I’m a vegan, I am healthy,” Gerry answered and threw one, two, three packs of non-dairy chocolate chip cookies and a bag of fries next to the kale. He then was eyeing a two pound glass of Nutella lovingly across the aisle. 

“One day soon I will cook a vegetable and make you eat it, Gerry.” Jon sighed and added some carrots, broccoli and cheese to their groceries. He hated it when he forgot the shopping list at home, he always only remembered about half of what they actually wanted to get. Did they need more onions?

“Yeah, you’re sweet enough already.” They could hear Oliver from the other side of the aisle, where he was trying to figure out which overpriced and “ could kill you with caffeine ” sort of coffee they would try next. Oliver always let his boyfriends decide on the food - he had never been a good cook and went from takeout to less expensive takeout after quitting his first job. 

“Nothing is ever sweet enough!” The noise Oliver could hear sounded suspiciously like his boyfriend trying to climb into the shopping cart. It would not have been the first time for that to happen.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Gerry-Pie,” Oliver answered just loud enough for Gerry to hear it, rolling his eyes but smiling fondly ng at the same time. Then he directed his attention back towards the coffee beans. Just as he had decided on a sort, Martin came into his aisle, his hair dripping wet, clothes covered in fur and his grin shining brighter than the sun.

“I guess the dog has been sufficiently pet?” Oliver asked with a smile and tried to wipe a bit of the dog hair off of Martin’s sweater, but didn’t really succeed. 

“It has! I mean, I don’t know if it really was sufficient enough, but the owner came back out and took the dog with him, of course.” Martin looked sad at the thought that the dog might not have been pet enough today, pouting his lips. “I think it’s a shame that dogs have to stay outside the shop, especially in this weather.” 

“You really are one of the good ones, sunshine.” Oliver bet over to kiss Martin on the cheek, smiling fondly at his boyfriend.

From somewhere behind the cereal shelf they could hear Jon trying very hard not to yell.

“No, Gerry, we are NOT going to buy a year's supply of Oreos! You need vitamins !”