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aromanticbuck · 2 years
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an essay in stars part 2 of champagne problems
Summary: For Connor’s birthday, all he really wants is to spend the day with the people he cares about. And that’s exactly what he gets.
Warnings: mention of death in the abstract, allusions to sexual situations but nothing on-page
Words: 5,062
established Rhodestead, birthday fic, background spoiled rich boy!Mouse, pure fluff
Sneak Peek:
The sun streaming through the open curtains made him frown, the light trying to steal away what sleep he was clinging to. Between the warm bed, the familiar scents around him, and the pleasant ache in his muscles from the night before, the last thing that Will wanted to do was move, even if the bed had emptied in the time he'd been asleep. That was to be expected, really, with how solidly he slept in that apartment, with those arms around him, with all of the things he'd gotten used to since the start of their relationship.
When he'd moved back home from New York, the last thing he expected to find was a boyfriend. But, really, he hadn't even been looking. The perfect man had come rolling into the emergency department, on a gurney, barking out orders from atop a patient like he owned the place. It hadn't been immediate, the connection they had, but it had been present, waiting for one or both of them to get their heads out of their asses. And, eventually, they did, even if it had taken a few reckless decisions, an argument in an elevator, and a whiskey-fueled hook up to get them there.
The destination was more than worth the journey.
"No... 'm still sleeping..." He let out a whine and rolled over so his back would be to the window, blocking the sun with his own body. Whether he wanted to or not, he was going to be fully awake in a few minutes, thanks to the very boyfriend who was crawling up onto the mattress again to shift the bed. "Connor..."
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