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Fluffy flakes of snow tapped lightly against the window before melting against the glass, their watery streaks sliding down on the other side of the sill due to the warmth that emanated from inside the apartment.
Mac sat on the couch, clad in a soft, long-sleeved hunter green colored shirt that clung to his arms and chest then loosened around his waist. Equally loose gray sweats adorned his legs along with a pair of thick black socks that Dennis had gifted him for Christmas. His brow was furrowed as he focused on building the newest Lego kit he’d received (one Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark : Temple of the Golden Idol edition), also a present from Dennis. His most recent hyperfixation had shown up in July of the previous year, and any time the pair had down time, Mac spent the majority of it constructing various sets while Dennis either sat and watched or assisted.
At the current moment, Dennis was standing in the kitchen, waiting for the teapot to whistle. (He’d been nestled on the other end of the sofa, secretly sketching the other man in his new drawing pad Mac had given him, though it was currently tucked in the crease between the arm rest and a cushion until he returned.)
They usually went with peach and orange on Sundays, so Dennis opened the clear container they kept the tea bags in (all alphabetically organized, although, there had been a minor tiff between them when they'd originally set it up - Mac had wanted to arrange them by color while Dennis had reasoned alphabetical order made more sense, and in the end, Mac conceded) and removed two bags then placed them in their respective cups.
As soon as the sound of the boiling water hit his ears, Dennis switched off the burner and poured the clear liquid into their awaiting mugs – a green and black one that had the Hulk decorating it for Mac and a blue and black one featuring Thor for himself. Careful not to get the edges of the blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders wet, he let the bags steep for a few minutes while he searched for the bottle of honey that normally sat on the countertop next to the toaster. “Mac, have you seen the honey?” he called out, but the other man didn’t respond. “Mac?” he tried again and glanced into the living room only to find an intense expression of concentration on his partner’s features. He let out a small sigh and softly padded out of the kitchen.
Mac had just snapped two pieces into place when Dennis sat down next to him and gently nudged him with his knee. He hummed in response, gaze still trained on the table.
“Have you seen the honey?” Dennis asked him, staring at him expectantly and watching as his lips parted, but no sound came out. “Mac?” He continued to snap Legos into place, Dennis’ presence still not completely registering. Instead of allowing annoyance or irritation to rule his movements, Dennis’ leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Mac’s cheek that instantly garnered the brunette’s attention.
“What’s up?” he asked, tongue peeking between his lips as it often did when he was focused on something.
“Have you seen the honey?” Dennis repeated, and Mac’s mouth quirked to the side as he glanced up before meeting Dennis’ gaze.
“Uh, I think it’s in the spice cabinet,” he replied, brown eyes drifting back to the Legos, and Dennis could see the tiniest bit of impatience filtering through them. He knew when Mac was absorbed with something that it was best to let him be, but at the same time, Dennis refused to drink his tea with sugar.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and Mac scratched his cheek before nodding then reached for another piece.
“Pretty sure,” he mumbled, and picked up one of the totems he’d constructed then clicked it into its spot.
“And if it’s not?” Dennis inquired, ensuring that he had a back-up solution in case Mac’s first answer was wrong.
“I could have possibly put it in the fridge,” the other man winced, not bothering to look up from the task at hand.
Dennis was about to get up but noticed that a piece had fallen onto the floor, so he swiftly snatched it up then tapped Mac’s hand.
Mac’s brow lowered before it raised, and a grin spread across his face. “I was looking for this!” he marveled, hurriedly leaning over and kissing Dennis on the lips before he went back to building. “Thanks, Den.”
“You’d be lost without me,” he quipped as he stood, nose scrunching as his knees popped. “I’m too young for this to happen.”
“Most definitely,” Mac mumbled, but as Dennis looked back, he saw that the other man was completely engrossed in building a new piece.
A small smile lifted half of Dennis’ mouth as he traversed into the kitchen, and opened up the spice cabinet. Sure enough, the little golden honey bear was sitting on the middle shelf, mocking him from the ledge. He picked it up and set to finishing their tea, ensuring to add a little sugar to Mac’s as he preferred his sweeter and didn’t care about the extra calories they held.
With careful steps, he reentered the living room and set both mugs out of the way of Mac’s Legos then took his seat beside him and removed his drawing pad from its hiding place.
The TV droned on in front of them, playing some old movie about baseball that they’d viewed at least twice. Mac usually preferred background noise while Dennis could be particular about it depending on the situation. For now, it didn’t bother him so he resumed his drawing of Mac, working on shading in the hair that had yet to be combed.
The hints of gray it contained were highlighted by the overhead light, noticeably shinier than the rest of his chestnut colored hair.
Dennis had offered to dye it for him months ago, but the other man claimed he didn’t care what color it turned so long as he still had some, then launched into a thirty minute debate on whether or not Dennis thought he should color it. In the end, Dennis had let the topic go, and there Mac sat with his multi-colored locks.
After a half hour had passed and Mac still hadn’t drank any of his tea, Dennis leaned forward, careful not to disturb his almost finished set and picked up the Hulk mug then tapped Mac on the shoulder. “Drink some before it gets cold.”
A small whine emanated from Mac’s throat as he placed the second to last piece into place and started on the final one.
“Mac,” Dennis warned lightly. As much as he hated to interrupt him, the other man always complained when his tea grew cold, so Dennis wanted to make sure that didn’t happen again. “Drink. Then you can finish.”
A disgruntled sigh left Mac’s lips and he snapped one more piece onto the set then accepted the mug and took a sip. “It’s good,” he murmured, and set it back down then continued construction.
“You hardly made a dent in it. One more drink,” Dennis gently commanded, and Mac huffed out another breath, swiftly grabbed the mug then knocked back half of it before returning it to its previous resting place. “Don’t get pissy with me,” he teased as he sat back and filled in the shadows on Mac’s face.
“I’m not, dear,” he muttered, and Dennis smiled at the pet name, curtailing the urge to chuckle.
“Okay, hun,” he shot back, and that time, a distracted smile tugged at Mac’s lips.
“I’m almost done. Then we can watch that movie you’ve been wanting to see. The one about the serial killer or whatever. Long jack. Long tale.” He quieted as he snapped the last three pieces into place then put the finishing touches on the set.
“Longlegs,” Dennis corrected with a raised brow, and Mac grunted out an affirmative noise. “You’re starting to sound like your mother,” he joked, and that earned him Mac’s full attention, incredulous expression causing his lips to thin. “I’m kidding.”
“Good because you know what I’ll have to do to you if you’re not,” Mac replied with a self-satisfied smirk as he started to climb across the leather towards him.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Dennis goaded him with a nod and an amused expression, then set his pencil and pad down on the end table. He switched positions, straightening his legs out to make it easier for Mac to straddle him.
“Well, first, I’ll do this,” and Mac paused to grant him a single, sweet kiss as he kneeled between his thighs.
“And after that?” he continued, one eyebrow arched knowingly as he slid his arms around Mac’s shoulders.
“Then I’ll do this,” Mac informed him as he started to kiss a line across his cheek then down his throat to his collarbones, his warm breath tickling Dennis’ skin and causing him to laugh and squirm simultaneously.
“And after that?” he barely managed to get out, unable to control the high pitched chuckling that was currently departing from his lips.
“And then, I’ll – hey, what’s this?” Mac’s routine stopped as he picked up Dennis’ drawing pad. “Dennis, this amazing!” he gushed, brown eyes sparkling with amazement as he stared at the sketch of himself.
“It’s not done just yet. I still have to add a few details.” He glanced at it, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as Mac continued to gape at it. “You – You really like it?”
“Like it? Dennis, I fucking love it!” he exclaimed excitedly then leaned down and kissed him again, this time longer and with a bit of added tongue. “Holy shit,” he murmured once he withdrew, proverbial stars still shining in his eyes.
“Okay, okay,” Dennis waved a dismissive hand even though he was inwardly fawning at Mac’s reaction to it. He had been practicing more often and trying to hone his artistic skills. “Now, you were telling me something about –”
“Oh, right.” Mac shook his head, giving the drawing one last glance before he set it down then hurriedly scooped Dennis into his arms bridal style and kissed him. “I honestly don’t remember what I was going to do,” he admitted after a few minutes of trading kisses with him, a sheepish look invading his features.
Dennis scrunched his nose up, lips pursed as he pretended to consider his words. “I’m pretty sure you were going to tell me how much you loved me…”
“I do love you,” Mac said, lips brushing against his ear as be spoke, an involuntary shiver causing his shoulders to quake.
“And, I’m pretty sure you were going to tell me how amazing I am, you know for making you tea and ensuring that you don’t die of dehydration,” he went on playfully, a grin curving up his lips as Mac started to carry him towards the bedroom.
“You are most definitely amazing,” Mac echoed, planting light kisses along his throat.
“And I think after that you were going to maybe give me a massage and then after that, a bubble bath, and then after that…”
“What about the movie?” Mac mumbled in between kisses as he laid Dennis softly onto the bed then climbed on top of him.
Dennis glanced at the clock on the nightstand, the ancient relic that somehow withstood the test of time. “It’s only three o’clock now which means we have two hours until movie time.”
“Two whole hours?” Mac started to kiss little trails up his arms, starting from his wrist and nosing up his sleeves. “Whatever will we do in the next two hours…”
A small frown formed on Dennis’ lips. “I already told you that, remember? First, you’re going to –”
“Den,” Mac gently cut him off, “I was just using a figure of speech.” He smiled, and Dennis pursed his lips before he tangled his fingers into the back of his hair, head tipping back as Mac started to pepper his throat with more light kisses.
“So, as I was saying, after the bath –”
“Then I’ll spread that special lotion you love so much over every inch of your skin so it maintains its velvety softness,” he murmured as he tugged up the hem of his t-shirt and kissed a trail up his stomach. “And then after that, we’ll bang, then it’ll be my turn to make dinner since it’s the second Sunday of the month, and then we’ll sit down and watch the movie.”
“You know me so well,” Dennis praised him as Mac’s lips met his once more.
“I’m very accustomed to the routine, babe,” Mac replied as he pulled away, a small grin lighting up his face.
“And that’s why you’re a good boy,” he complimented him coyly, which instantly earned him more playful love bites, this time along his pecs then down his sides. “That tickles,” he scolded lightly as Mac made his way back up and kissed him once more on the lips.
“I plan on doing a hell of a lot more than tickling.” Mac waggled his eyebrows, and Dennis slid his arms back around his shoulders and drew him in for another kiss.
“Guess you’d better get started then because you’re on a time limit, buddy,” he quipped. “Clock’s a-ticking.” When Mac unceremoniously flipped him over to begin his massage, Dennis only yelped then started to moan the second Mac’s fingers dug into his back.
He loved lazy Sundays…