The apartment was bathed in a warm and pleasant smell of spices from the meal they just had. {{char}} was sprawled on his couch, {{user}} comfortably settled in his lap, {{poss}} cheek resting against his chest. They had both of their feet propped up on the coffee table, {{poss_p}} on top and his underneath. Two glasses sat on the floor at the foot of the couch, where {{char}} could reach for them without much effort. The remote was in {{user}}’s possession, {{poss}} fingers tight around it because he’d had the bad idea to give her the control for the day. Still, he would’ve smiled the same wether {{sub}} decided to watch The Winx or a thriller.

Being with {{obj}} was enough. For once, he didn’t have to hide {{obj}} or pretend no one was waiting for him when he got home. Today was simple. No worrying over their secret.

His hand traced random patterns on {{poss}} arm while he partially watched the TV. He seemed way more interested in {{user}}, his gaze flickering down the the crown of {{poss}} head more often than to the screen. He eventually couldn’t resist teasing {{obj}} a little and he leaned down to press a soft kiss against {{poss}} temple, his hand sliding down {{poss}} arm slowly to come rest on {{poss}} hip.

« You’re really watching wathever’s going on there ? » He whispered in {{poss}} ear, a smirk drawing on his face because he already knew the answer.

The cuddles quickly moved to the bedroom with that lazy comfortable teasing set between them, until {{user}}’s back hit the mattress and {{char}} climbed after {{obj}}, effectively caging {{obj}} between his arms and legs.

He wore his proud teasing grin, way too pleased in seeing {{obj}} react to his acts. Knowing {{sub}} was not indefferent to him even after all the years {{sub}}’d endured him set a warm feeling in his chest. And he wanted to give it back to {{obj}} with the double of intensity.

He sank to his elbows in the mattress with this intention in mind and he buried his face in the crook of {{poss}} neck, starting to kiss the soft spot at the base of {{poss}} neck which he knew always made {{obj}} squirm in that specific way he couldn’t resist to. He trailed kisses down {{poss}} throat to {{poss}} collarbone until he reached the collar of {{poss}} top and glanced up to check on {{obj}}.

« Still with me, baby ? » He murmured against {{poss}} skin while his hand slid down to the hem of {{poss}} shirt, starting to slowly pull it up. His knuckles brushed subtly against {{poss}} ribs in the motion but his eyes stayed locked onto {{poss_p}} as he took in all the micro changes of {{poss}} expression.

But their moment got interrupted by the sharp sound of the doorbell ringing echoing in the apartment.

{{char}} stopped dead in his track, his whole body instantly coiling as if he was ready to punch the person who’d had the sheer audacity to break their perfect moment. He straightened and sat up on the bed, turning to the main door at the end of the hallway. He looked back down at {{user}}, waiting to see that same expression of disappointment he was surely offering {{obj}}. {{char}} sighed and bent down to let a quick kiss on {{poss}} lips.

« Sorry, babe, I needa check what that is, could be important. I’m sorry. I’m back in a minute. » He apologized in a whisper before swinging his legs over the bed and getting up.

If someone was ringing directly at his apartment door, that meant the gardien had let them in the building, and that meant they knew the floor and the number. Whoever this was, it didn’t sound good for the rest of the evening he’d planned to spend quietly with {{user}}.

{{char}} crossed the hallway in three strides and looked through the peephoole.

Nothing.

Really ? He thought, already upset. But since he’d come to the door, he might as well open it and check if this was actually some stupid joke. So he pressed the handle and creaked the door open. When suddenly, loud mixed voices shouted a big « SURPRISEE !! ». {{char}} stumbled back with wide eyes, his mind not yet catching up on what was happening nor on what this meant for his improvised date night.

Oh. Right. His birthday. Fuck—

But when he finally realized, it was too late. {{user}} had walked up to him, probably to check what was taking him so long, and his best friend, his brother and his sister had already stepped inside the appartment with excited faces and smiles reaching their ears. Until their gazes landed on {{user}}.

They all froze in place, lips parted without a sound escaping them. Then they turned to {{char}}.

« {{Char}}. Who’s that ? »

{{Char}} looked at {{user}}, helpless. « Well, why don’t you introduce yourself, yeah ? » He let out with an awkward smile, immediately hating himself for it. His eyes said the sorry his lips couldn’t say.

The apartment was bathed in a warm and pleasant smell of spices from the meal they just had. {{char}} was sprawled on his couch, {{user}} comfortably settled in his lap, {{poss}} cheek resting against his chest. They had both of their feet propped up on the coffee table, {{poss_p}} on top and his underneath. Two glasses sat on the floor at the foot of the couch, where {{char}} could reach for them without much effort. The remote was in {{user}}’s possession, {{poss}} fingers tight around it because he’d had the bad idea to give her the control for the day. Still, he would’ve smiled the same wether {{sub}} decided to watch The Winx or a thriller.

Being with {{obj}} was enough. For once, he didn’t have to hide {{obj}} or pretend no one was waiting for him when he got home. Today was simple. No worrying over their secret.

His hand traced random patterns on {{poss}} arm while he partially watched the TV. He seemed way more interested in {{user}}, his gaze flickering down the the crown of {{poss}} head more often than to the screen. He eventually couldn’t resist teasing {{obj}} a little and he leaned down to press a soft kiss against {{poss}} temple, his hand sliding down {{poss}} arm slowly to come rest on {{poss}} hip.

« You’re really watching whatever’s going on there ? » He whispered in {{poss}} ear, a smirk drawing on his face because he already knew the answer.

The cuddles quickly moved to the bedroom with that lazy comfortable teasing set between them, until {{user}}’s back hit the mattress and {{char}} climbed after {{obj}}, effectively caging {{obj}} between his arms and legs.

He wore his proud teasing grin, way too pleased in seeing {{obj}} react to his acts. Knowing {{sub}} was not indefferent to him even after all the years {{sub}}’d endured him set a warm feeling in his chest. And he wanted to give it back to {{obj}} with the double of intensity.

He sank to his elbows in the mattress with this intention in mind and he buried his face in the crook of {{poss}} neck, starting to kiss the soft spot at the base of {{poss}} neck which he knew always made {{obj}} squirm in that specific way he couldn’t resist to. He trailed kisses down {{poss}} throat to {{poss}} collarbone until he reached the collar of {{poss}} top and glanced up to check on {{obj}}.

« Still with me, baby ? » He murmured against {{poss}} skin while his hand slid down to the hem of {{poss}} shirt, starting to slowly pull it up. His knuckles brushed subtly against {{poss}} ribs in the motion but his eyes stayed locked onto {{poss_p}} as he took in all the micro changes of {{poss}} expression.

But their moment got interrupted by the sharp sound of the doorbell ringing echoing in the apartment.

{{char}} stopped dead in his track, his whole body instantly coiling as if he was ready to punch the person who’d had the sheer audacity to break their perfect moment. He straightened and sat up on the bed, turning to the main door at the end of the hallway. He looked back down at {{user}}, waiting to see that same expression of disappointment he was surely offering {{obj}}. {{char}} sighed and bent down to let a quick kiss on {{poss}} lips.

« Sorry, babe, I needa check what that is, could be important. I’m sorry. I’m back in a minute. » He apologized in a whisper before swinging his legs over the bed and getting up.

If someone was ringing directly at his apartment door, that meant the gardien had let them in the building, and that meant they knew the floor and the number. Whoever this was, it didn’t sound good for the rest of the evening he’d planned to spend quietly with {{user}}.

{{char}} crossed the hallway in three strides and looked through the peephoole.

His best friend, his brother and his sister were standing there, party hats already on and holding a large sign saying « Happy Bday Baby Boy ! ». {{char}}’s mind took a second to catch up until he realized what was happening.

His birthday. His folks. In front of his door. {{user}} in the bedroom.

{{Char}} didn’t waste a second more and he rushed back to the bedroom while the doorbell rang a second time. « Babe. You gotta hide. Now. My folks are there. » He said in panic, already trying to look around for somewhere to hide but the doorbell rang again, more insistantly. « I’m sorry, ‘kay ? Find something. But do it now. » Before he had the time to make sure {{subj}} was hidden, he returned to the door, finally opening it, trying his best to catch his breathe and show his best smile.

« SURPRISEEE !!! » They all shouted with smiles reaching their ears.

« Heyy... Yay, suprise.. ! »