// This chapter can be considered a bonus part, since the other part was getting too big, so I put the rest that was missing in this one. Have good reading.
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Edward was the first one to wake up that morning. The boy, still sleepy, blinked a few times to try to adjust his vision. He gets up with a yawn, feeling a pain in his back. Edward is startled by a snoring sound coming from his side. Thompson is sleeping, his head resting uncomfortably on the arm of the sofa.
God, did they drink that much? His head is hurting now because of the hangover. Ed runs a hand through his hair while looking at the table. The cake from before is cutted in half now and some ants invaded the plate. The bottle that Edward gave the sheriff the night before was completely empty now, one of the glasses was overturned.
"What a mess... " Edward says to himself when he gets up. He need to clean that later. Edward wasn't going to wake Thompson up now, after all, it's Saturday. Day off of the two. So he could sleep all day if he wanted to.
His belly growled, he really should have eaten more of that cake before the ants spoiled it. The boy staggered into the kitchen, which was being lit by the sun's rays from the half-open window, it must have been at least seven in the morning now.
Edward directed his eyes to the kitchen cabinet that was attached to the wall. He knew that Thompson should have at least some cookies in there, eating it with cold milk early in the morning didn't seem like a bad idea.
He just wanted to put something on his belly. The boy walked slowly, the wood under his feet making small creaks. They need to change that old floor someday.
He scratched one eye and opened the kitchen cabinet door, having a little trouble reaching the top. Ed had to stretch on tiptoe to pick up something. His hand wandered blindly through the closet for a moment.
Suddenly, Edward's whole body shook when something curled over him.
"EEEEK!!" it was the only sound that came out of his mouth. He looked down and saw familiar arms around his body. "Sheriff? Oh dear God, do you want to kill me? You scared the hell out of me!" He whispers to his shorter friend, slightly irritated by such a reaction in the morning.
"Mhmm..." Thompson tried to say something, but Edward couldn't quite understand. The sheriff has his face buried in the tall man's back, his hot breath makes goosebumps on the detective's skin. "What are you doing up so early? Did you know that you make noise when you walk?"
"I-it's not my fault if... the floor is just... ah-" his line of thought is confused for a brief moment, Edward can't concentrate while he feels Thompson shaking his head on his back.
He was probably still a little drunk, and when Thompson gets drunk, he usually ends up showing his more docile side. The side he tries to hide when in public to maintain his posture of "the man you shouldn't mess with".
"I was hungry, I thought you wouldn't mind if I took some of your leftovers." Edward tries to look back, he can't hide a slight pink blush on his cheeks.
"Stop stealing my stuff, I can make your breakfast, idiot. After all, you did a lot for me yesterday, nothing more fair than giving back." The sheriff says slowly, still sleepy.
He holds Edward tighter, he's really grateful for last night. The boy's legs are shaking, he feel breathless for a moment.
"Thomson, p-please ..." Ed has his eyes half closed, scratching the cabinet with the tip of his nails, he is starting to get really nervous now. His body is very sensitive to any touch, so receiving such an unusual action, and even more, coming from your best friend, makes him feel awkward.
"Ohoho, good morning! Am I interrupting something?" The prince's humorous and familiar voice frightens them both. Ed turns around and pushes his partner back quickly. Thompson almost fell to the floor with the other's surprise move.
"WAAAH! Heavens! Can you guys stop scaring me like that?!" Ed says with an explicit embarrassment in his voice. His gaze rests on the blond's pale blue eyes at the kitchen door.
"It's not what it looks like, he's just drunk." The prince keeps a smile on his face and looks at the sheriff, who is holding one of the chairs, still a little dizzy.
"I know. I saw the bottle on the table. You owe me a piece of cake,
I will not touch that one with disgusting bugs." Matthew points with his thumb behind, referring to the ants. "Oh by the way, happy late birthday, sheriff."
Thompson rubs his face with his hand. "Whatever." Ed rolls his eyes. "Well, since everyone woke up, I'm will make breakfast for you two. I'm just going to brush my teeth first. Stay there and set the table, please."
The boy says as he leaves the kitchen, leaving the prince and sheriff alone, the two look at each other. Thompson maintains his usual irritated expression while looking at the other man. Matthew looks up and down at him, seeing his messy hair and rumpled clothes.
"Ugh, you look horrible."
Thompson swears that if Matthew wasn't a prince, he would probably punch him in the face at now.
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Saloonatics TomEdd One-Shots
FanfictionIt's obvious these two cowboys were made for each other. Cute stuff is what you'll see the most coming out of this book. :) It's also my first time writing, remembering that my native language is not english, so let me know If you see any typos! (‼...
