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Marvin was never the second one to wake up at home.
But here, in the dazzlingly soothing climate of Porto, he was. He woke to Whizzer peppering his face with kisses, his breath smelling like toothpaste.
His eyes still closed, Marvin smiled and gently pushed Whizzer away.
“Good morning, doll.” Whizzer’s voice came from his right, as if he were sitting on the floor next to him.
Marvin opened his eyes. Whizzer was indeed on the floor, sitting cross-legged. Whizzer’s warm chocolate eyes studied Marvin as he floated to consciousness. His knees were exposed through the rips in his black jeans.
“Can I have a real kiss?” Marvin whispered, reaching for Whizzer’s hair.
“Absolutely, but don’t touch my hair. I just did it.”
Playfully, Marvin rolled his eyes and sat up. “Come here and kiss me.”
Whizzer tasted like mint lip balm. With a sigh into Marvin’s mouth, he climbed onto the bed and straddled him.
“Vacation sex?” he asked, his voice husky.
Marvin thumbed Whizzer’s bottom lip. “Vacation breakfast, princess. Also, you just did your hair. Let’s get going.”
Whizzer whined. He hopped off of the bed.
“Pretty boy.” Marvin smiled as he watched his boyfriend.
Whizzer preened and tilted his head. “Thank you. I will never get tired of hearing you say that.”
He threw the blanket off and stood up. Whizzer had assumedly opened the balcony door; the room smelled like flowers and sunscreen. Marvin stepped onto it, basking in the sun’s determined rays. Tourists and locals crowded the streets beneath him, tanning and bargaining and enjoying breakfast in the warmth.
“You gotta see this view, Whiz.”
Directly behind him, Whizzer sighed. “Saw it before you got up. Also, I have a much better view right in front of me.”
Marvin turned, smiling. “That’s cute.”
“Mhm.” In lieu of a real reply, Whizzer rested his arms around Marvin’s neck and kissed him.
It wasn’t quick and gentle like what Marvin expected. The kiss was longing and passionate, a glimpse into Whizzer’s unspoken feelings.
“I am in love with you.” he breathed, brushing his thumb over Marvin’s cheek. He pulled away. “I’ll stop distracting you now. Go get dressed.”
Marvin chuckled to himself about how on brand Whizzer’s little spiel was. He wandered over to the closet and pulled it open.
There wasn’t really a point to paying attention to how he dressed. It would be taken off at the end of the day, in any sort of context. Whizzer would definitely scoff and pick at his outfit choice, but he was used to it.
Whizzer called from the balcony. “We’re getting coffee, right, love?”
Marvin finished putting his shirt on and walked over. “We are getting the most sugary coffees we want, all because we can.”
“Cute. Let’s stay right here for a minute.”
Marvin reached to massage Whizzer’s shoulders. “You’re the boss.”
Whizzer exclaimed in playful disbelief. “That’s not true and you know it.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
The heat was surprisingly bearable. Whizzer was perfectly dressed from head to toe, starting with high-top canvas sneakers and ending with a teal Hawaiian shirt tucked into his jeans. Marvin faced his khaki pants and grey t-shirt with a frown.
It was always an unexpected pair. A dad with unmanageable curly hair and terrible fashion next to his pretty boyfriend.
Whizzer squeezed his hand. “Whatcha thinking about?”
“You. How pretty you are.”
He scoffed playfully. “Of course. Hey, there’s a cafe right down the street. Are we going?”
Marvin studied the cobblestones passing under his feet, smiling. “Obviously.”
“Cute! I’m kinda feeling iced coffee.” Whizzer’s sunglasses nestled atop his hair, the dark lenses reflecting the sun overhead.
“Did you know Trina got mad at Jason a few weeks ago for asking for coffee?”
Whizzer made a face. “The kid’s 14. I tried it at 12. It’s not like caffeine actually stunts your growth, too. That’s a myth. Just like how your body heat comes out of your head.”
“First of all, I didn’t know that was a myth. You learn something new every day. Second, I’m not sure whose side I’m on here. I get Trin not wanting Jason to have coffee as some way to preserve his youth. But you’re right, it’s gonna be apart of his life at some point. At his age, it’s not the worst time to start. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah.” Whizzer flicked his sunglasses on. “You sound like a dad.”
Marvin laughed. “Sure. Let’s get coffee.”
Sugary coffees in hand and playful fighting continuing, they lounged at a table. A white umbrella shielded them from the persistent sun. Words from another language swirled around them, but it didn’t make them feel like outsiders. It gave them a bubble, their own little world to explore.
They shared fries soaked in vinegar, the taste matching with the salty smell in the air.
Whizzer leaned back in his chair. “Can we go swimming?”
“Uh, sure. Do you wanna walk to the beach?”
“Nah, the pool is less crowded and it’ll be easier to talk to you.”
Marvin ran a hand through his hair. “Infallible logic. Sure.”
Whizzer responded with a blinding smile.