Survival [TharnType]

Chapter 1

Tharn stretched, weakly, not wanting to leave the warm sheets he was tucked under, despite the sun beating down on him. He looked at the clock, to see with pleasure that he still had ten minutes to do nothing before he had to start his day. Like any self-respecting boyfriend, he immediately used those ten minutes to wrap himself around Type's body and hold him close.

- Tharn, get out of the way, you're choking me.

The footballer's husky voice gave the other a lot of ideas, but certainly not the idea of walking away from him. He buried his nose in his boyfriend's dark hair, who grunted again in displeasure. 

- Tharnnn.

- But you smell good.

- Don't care, just want to breathe.

With a sigh, the drummer agreed to let him off the hook a little. Just enough that he wouldn't die today. He looked at Type's puffy eyes, the pillow mark on his left cheek, his messy hair... He would never understand how he could find it all so cute and adorable. But when it was him, he always found everything cute and adorable. Especially since he still had about thirty seconds before Type's bad tongue kicked in, and he had no peace for the day. 

Tharn gave him a big smile, and kissed him gently on the forehead.

- Good morning. 

- M'ning

Grumbling as always, Type grumbled at the sun and the ill-fitting blanket, before deciding that the best remedy was to take refuge in Tharn's arms. The latter found himself with a body wrapped around him, which he welcomed.

- You are very cuddly at the moment.

- Mmh.

Both men had increasingly busy schedules. With the school holidays approaching, Type had to organise more outings with the youngsters of the football teams he coached. As for Tharn, between his band, which was starting to work, and his job as a waiter, he also had long days. The footballer had to admit that he missed his boyfriend's strong arms. Especially since his pecs had always been a more pleasant and soft cushion. 

- Happy birthday Tharn.

- Happy birthday Type.

The two men kissed chastely, before smiling at each other. They had already been together for seven years. The difficulties had not been the least, but they were happy to have succeeded in building their life together. 

Finally, the alarm clock woke them from their slumber. With a grunt, Type went straight to the bathroom, while Tharn prepared breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, it was Type's turn to clean up the flat, while the other went to get ready. All this done, they found themselves at 7.30 a.m. sharp in front of their plate.

- What's up? What do you have to do today?

- I have to take care of the Chicks team. And I have to negotiate activities with the manager. We have to plan the budget, the number of places... I don't like the holiday period.

- I know, you're always stressed. But you also know that you always manage, and that everything always goes well. So don't worry, there won't be any more problems this time. 

Type nodded, and ate for a while in silence.

- What about you? Do you have a rehearsal?

- Yes, I'll be playing all morning. I'm on the lunch shift today, so I might go back a bit tonight as well.

Type frowned, and checked something on his phone, before handing it to his boyfriend.

- The reservation is at 8pm. Be on time!