A Time Spent At Home || Modern Oneshot

A Time Spent At Home

AN : hi I guess I'm back? I might not update RRR for a little while but I'm glad to be back, I've missed some of y'all :)) all my previous stories are being put on Hiatus and I'm going to be "restarting" this profile. Thank you! Love y'all <33

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Cory wakes up alone in their bed, having slept in later than usual. He groans to himself as the sun hits him in the face before pulling the blanket up and over his head.

About half an hour later or so he hopes of trying to fall asleep he pushes himself up and out of bed.

He makes his way over to his select few dressers before he's grabbing a shirt that's definitely not his and pulls the shirt over his head before putting his jacket on over top, leaving it open.

He didn't really care. It wasn't the first time he stole something of Nicks' and Nick often did the same to Adam and him.

"Good morning," Adam greets him amused, "you woke up late."

Cory hummed quietly, nodding along to what Adam said as he turned the kettle on to make himself a morning hot chocolate. He looks around confused, "where's Dawn, Uni and Nick?"

"Nick wanted to go for a walk so Dawn decided to take Uni out," Adam smiles as if remembering.

"How mad was he?" Cory raises an eyebrow towards his boyfriend.

"Very," Adam's shoulders shake as he moves his hand towards his mouth, "tried to get me to tell "that robot of Cory's" to stop following him about half way into his walk."

"Pokemon Go died out years ago," Cory says disappointedly, "he could have joined me with photographing but no, mobile games."

"We can always make a trip of it," Adam looks at his phone before putting it back in his pant's pocket.

"Is that my shirt?" Adam asks him when he moves closer. He's staring at Cory quite intently, almost as if he doesn't know the answer to his own question.

Cory blinks up at him before looking down at his shirt, Adams shirt—

"no," he lies, shaking his head and frowning at him, "it's definitely my shirt."

Adam looks at him unconvinced, "oh really?" He says in an oddly disappointed tone that makes Cory's noise crinkle slightly. "Here I was going to say my clothes looked good on you."

Adam looks amused at him as he grows flustered, he narrows his eyes and decides to keep up with his lie, "yeah that sucks because it's mine, definitely mine."

Adam rolls his eyes at him before leaning down, Cory can feel his face grow hot as Adam places a small kiss on his mouth. Cory smiles into their kiss as he looks up at Adam.

Cory can feel Adam wrap his arms around his shoulders as Adam breaks out into a small smile before he's gently pushing Cory's hair out of his face.

"Right, your shirt, with my name on it." Adam stresses as Cory's eyes widen in realization.

"Did—Did you just kiss me to prove your point?" Cory asked aghast, his voice rising slightly.

Adam can't help but laugh quietly to himself as Cory looks up at him. Adam didn't have to answer him after that because Cory smacked his hand against his arm gently, "jerk."

Adam rolled his eyes, leaning in again brushing against Cory softly, "I'd like to say now that I know you're wearing my shirt, that you look cute in my clothes."

"It's my shirt," Cory insists, pulling away and stumbling back into the counter of their kitchen, "I grabbed it fairly from my drawer."

"It has my name on it," Adam raised an eyebrow, grabbing Cory's hand gently. "and I have no problem with you wearing my shirt—"

"My shirt," Cory's voice is raised in pitch again as he pulls his hand away to gently tug it further down. "It's my shirt," he repeats.

"Fine," Adam agrees, "your shirt with my name on it."

"Right," Cory's nodding with him as the kettle beeps insistently. He quickly turns away and starts grabbing a mug for himself when Adam opens the door to the fridge and grabs the milk for him.

"Here you go," Adam places it onto the counter, Cory pours the powder into the cup before he's grabbing the kettle.

Adam places a kiss on Cory's nose and grabs his jacket. "I've got work now," he says smiling as he looks for his keys.

"On the coffee table underneath Nick's catalogue," Cory tries, and he can hear Adam's laugh of relief as he puts his shoes on.

"Thank you! Anyway, I'll see you later, love you."

"Bye, love you too!" Cory calls as the door closes behind Adam. Now that he thinks of it, he should probably log into class. Oh shit, he's late.