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They were arguing—again. John hated when they argued. Alex was his best friend—they weren't supposed to fight this much.
"And it's like you don't even hear me when I speak!"
Alex was yelling now. John wanted it to stop—wanted to apologize.
"I've told you how many times? You need to stop leaving the window open at night. It gets really fucking cold. You know I hate the cold."
Okay, so maybe most of their arguments weren't that serious. This one wasn't either. But still—John just wanted Alex to be happy. All the time.
"I'm sorry." John stepped closer. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left the window open. That was inconsiderate of me, Alex. Could you ever forgive me?"
Alex squinted up at him. "I dunno, John. First you leave the toilet seat up and I almost fell in, then you leave the window open…what's next? You eat my favourite cookies?"
Fuck. He absolutely did eat his favourite cookies. They're so good.
Alex gasped and jabbed a finger into John's chest. "You did! You ate my cookies! You motherfucker—"
John couldn't take it anymore. Alex was so close—and so unfairly cute when he got all dramatic.
He caught Alex's hands, threading their fingers together as he leaned their foreheads together.
Alex went quiet, staring up at him. Waiting.
John did not disappoint.
"I promise I'll buy you all the cookies you could ever want, Lex. Can I please kiss you now? I hate when you withhold kisses as punishment." He pouted.
Alex snorted, closing his eyes. "You can kiss me as if you pinky promise you'll get me more cookies. And remember to close the window tonight."
John grinned. "Deal."
"Good," Alex said. "Now less talking, more kissing."
"As you wish, my love."
John leaned down and kissed him—soft, familiar, perfect.
Even after seven years, he still couldn't get enough of his Alex. His love. His whole stupid world. He couldn't believe how lucky he was. How happy he was. Alex made everything worth it.