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Joel lays in bed, his eyes closed.
He’s kind of awake, having cracked his eyes open to take a peak at the clock on the wall of his bedroom, but feeling too warm, too comfortable to truly wake up, instead, closing his eyes, attempting to fall back asleep.
Something shifts next to him and Joel turns his head, coming face to face with another, familiar face, messy blond hair, brown at the roots, gently falling into the man’s face.
Joel remembers having some friends from all over the empires, over Joel’s the night before, Oli included, they played some games, hung out, and just enjoyed being around each other.
He remembers Oli, his boyfriend having been whining about having to go all the way back to his own empire, so Joel had suggested him staying over, and the chaotic bard had wiggled his way into Joel’s bed, stealing some of the god’s human form clothes (some regular human clothes Joel keeps for when he needs something that has better converge compared to a toga, and sometimes it’s just more comfortable to lounge around in a pair of sweatpants and teeshirt then in a toga some days when he is in his human form (like right now).
Joel looks at Oli, smiling softly, carefully, gently, the god moves, shifting his body so he’s closer to his beloved. Then ever so slowly, he leans in more, a slow, warm breath puffs against his chin as his partner breathes out, it makes the warmth in Joel’s chest grow.
The god leans in more, puckering his lips, leaning in and pressing a light kiss to the sleeping man’s cheek.
When he does not awake, Joel does it again, this time to his forehead, then other cheek, nose, then just all over his face.
Oli’s eyes flutter open and he mutters, “Stooooppp.” He grabs the blanket, pulling it up, trying to cover his face.
Joel gently pulls his hand down, cupping the bard’s cheek, “Good morning.” he says, pressing another kiss to Oli’s cheek, “You sleep well?”
“No.” Oli mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to bury his face into Joel’s chest, “I had a pretty boy in bed next to me, I could not sleep.”
“Oh?” Joel says, nuzzling his nose into Oli’s hair, taking a deep breath of it, smelling the cedarwood and sage shampoo he uses, “So you think I’m a pretty boy?”
“I did not say that.” Oli lies.
“Mnnhmm.” Joel hums, “And then I think I won’t make you pancakes, only pretty boys make pancakes for their boyfriends.”
“Hmmmnnnnffff.” Oli huffs, pushing his face into Joel’s chest even more before pulling out, “You’re a pretty boy.” he says, looking Joel in his brown eyes, “Can I have pancakes now?”
Joel laughs softly, a carefree smile on his face, “Of course you can.” he says, pressing another kiss to Oli’s cheek.