Toothpaste kisses

“Are you hungry? There's some dinner leftover.” Q asked gently, breaking the silence. He grabbed the doorknob to their bedroom with one hand, pushing the suitcase inside with the other.

“Hm? I'm fine, don't worry about it” Wilbur was relieved the darkness of the night didn't give away the obvious way his eyes shined with the idea of food. His stomach was growling with painful hunger; however, bothering Alex with something so small at this hour felt like an unbearable task, especially after the man had stayed up late waiting for him.

Wilbur walked inside the bedroom as well, unbuckling his belt and throwing his sweater into a nearby chair, before launching himself into the pillows.

“Are you sure? I could reheat you something if you want-”

“Just…lay with me.” Wilbur called him, his arm lazily reaching for his small hand, squeezing it weakly, just to reinforce his wish. “I haven't been sleeping well… not without you.”

…

Alex sighed softly, sitting next to him

“Of course, mi amor.”

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Or Wilbur comes back home from tour to be a better dad and husband.

Inspired in Toothpaste kisses by the Maccabees

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