And It Started Like This

Just Being Husbands Together

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It had been a long week, if not a month, but it had been a long month, too. Mew was ready to lay down for the rest of the weekend, but he hadn't finished his work yet.

Gulf's hand was a reassuring weight on his thigh, and he sat back in the booth, arms folded across his chest.

Looks like I'm not the only one who's ready to get out of here and go home, Mild met his glance, but Gulf and Turbo were having a lively conversation about— he listened for a moment before shaking his head. They'd been excited since the news of an animated series based on a novel they'd both read had been announced.

When the waiter returned, Mew ordered a cup of black coffee for dessert, while Gulf ordered a slice of chocolate cake to share, which he knew would be far too rich for his liking.

God, you're getting old, he told himself. Black coffee for dessert is what old people do. He took solace in the idea that Mild, who was eight years his junior, had done the same thing. At least mine isn't decaf, Mew thought in enjoyment, then leaned out of the way as the waiter brought the drinks and cakes over.

"You look tired," Gulf whispered as Turbo cut into his own chocolate cake with joy. Gulf's shoulders were wrapped across Mew's shoulders after he shrugged and uncrossed one of his arms.

"Long day," he said simply, and his husband patted his thigh in sympathy.

"We'll go home soon," Gulf made a commitment and then sat down with a forkful of cake. Following that, Mew grinned and reached for his cup of coffee. "Too sweet?"

Mew took a deep breath and threw a teasing glance to the side. "The sweetest thing I want to have in my mouth is you," Gulf reddened brightly when he uttered it with a straight face. Turbo laughed when he heard the comment, his brown eyes glistening with delight.

"Mew!" Turbo waved his fork at Mew in fake reprimand as he grinned. "How can you say such a thing in a family restaurant?" He tsked in mock disappointment. "How shameless."

Mew grunted a laugh as he sipped his coffee. "I lost my shame after meeting you," The look on Turbo's face made him chuckle, and even Mild chuckled. Mew relished the warmth of the cup in his palms while the other man shook his head and began to eat his dessert.

On most Fridays, the four of them ate at the same table and had the same waiter every time. Even when Mew was about to fall asleep in his seat, it was relaxing to be surrounded by familiar voices and the predictability of a routine.

"Are you about ready to leave?" Gulf asked Turbo. After a nod, the man began to open his wallet.

By now, the staff had decided not to let anyone else pay, and Mew had presented his card to their waiter the moment they went in.

"Mew," Turbo complained as the bill was handed to Mew with perfect timing. "You said you'd let me pay next time!"

"You snooze, you lose," he said carelessly, pocketing his card and signing the receipt. "Deal with it."

"Mild, are you going to let him talk to me that way?"

Mild raised a brow as he held out Turbo's coat. "Yes," he replied, and Gulf laughed at Turbo's comical pout.