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He got up from the couch, he had been up all night, again, working on his projects, he sighs, massaging his temple, his head hurts, it was time for a coffee.
He slowly makes his way to the kitchen, and makes himself a cup of coffee, that aroma so perfect, that taste so delicious, yes, coffee was definitely the best thing for him, he jumps in place when someone knocks on the door, cup in hand, he opens the door, yawning, oh.
It's him, again.
''Espresso! Didn't you sleep?'' He can see the worried face on Madeleine, he really doesn't understand why people worry, if that's already normal for Espresso, he can go weeks without sleeping, it's something he's used to, ''Do you care?'' he blurts out, he doesn't say it with malice, there's no hate in his words, his head looks like it's going to explode.
"Of course I do! I care about you, my dear Espresso'' And there it is again, that nickname so... he doesn't know, it's impossible to explain what it provokes in him, he feels his face burning, not again! He quickly lets the other man pass, who is waiting in that cold outside, ''Oh! It's an honor to enter your house, Espresso, I know you don't let everyone in'' he laughs, because Madeleine is special.
Special in the sense that Madeleine makes him feel special, makes him feel cared for, makes him feel like he's flying in the clouds, he feels an incredible euphoria, everything he feels with him, it's just that, wonderful, just wonderful.
"Do you want the same as always?
"Yes, please''
Same as always, because it was like that every day, Madeleine would make sure Espresso slept every day, then the next day this one would come back, for what, he doesn't know, he just knows that it makes him feel so good.
A tea.
That was all Madeleine asked for.
He goes to leave his cup that previously had coffee on the small table that is in the living room, when he trips over his own feet, Madeleine catches him, hugging him, ''Are you okay!?'' he just wants him to shut up, his head hurts, too much, ''Espresso? Did you bend your foo-'' he takes him by the collar of his shirt, and,
kisses him to shut him up.
And it feels so good, so right, he feels his lips are made to meet Madeleine's, to kiss those soft smooth lips against his own, which are chapped by anxiety and stress. He feels Madeleine reciprocate, and that's all he needs to grab him by the hair and deepen that act, it's all he needs for Madeleine to caress his cheek gently, it's all he needs for them to intertwine their hands.
And it's all he needs to finally understand how he feels about Madeleine.
The way he makes him feel cared for, special, loved, that's it, love, the way Madeleine gently touches his cheek, carefully, so softly, that's love, the way he entwines their hands and caresses the back of it, that's love, how their lips collide, longing for more, how Espresso sighs into that kiss, that's all he needs. He breaks away to breathe, his swollen lips miss the other man's touch, ''I- I...''
Madeleine laughs, and hugs him, and it feels like home, finally.
Madeleine is his home, his house, his heart and soul belong to him, he feels safe with him, he feels on clouds, special, as his beloved embraces him with his strong arms, as he strokes his short hair.
Tea can wait.
Another kiss? No.