Taste of Iron

Thirty Two: Best Day Of His Life (?)

Thirty Two: Best Day Of His Life (?)

"Mornin'," mumbled Atlas, and Emil couldn't help the big smile that automatically took over his face.

Ever since meeting Atlas, Emil had been fantasizing about how amazing it would be to sleep next to the chef, and more so how wonderful it would be to wake up to his face. Everything about Atlas exceeded Emil's expectations, and watching the blue-haired man cuddle up closer to him as the rays of the sun crept in through the cracks in the curtain and decorated his already gorgeous face with a beautiful golden glow... Emil was living his dream.

He loved everything about Atlas. He loved their date, he loved how compassionate the chef was, he loved touching him and their night together, and he loved how it felt to hold him. Emil was certain that this was what he wanted each and every future morning of his to be like. He didn't have a single doubt in his mind that Atlas was the one.

"I didn't know it was possible for someone to look more beautiful but you keep exceeding the bars you set yourself," Emil whispered, kissing the side of the chef's face.

"And I didn't know it was possible for someone to be this cheesy at the crack of dawn but it seems like we're both breaking records," Atlas retorted. Emil chuckled, pecking the chef's face again. And again. And then again.

Atlas couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips as Emil peppered his face with tender kisses, before wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace. Emil wanted to stay like that forever, but unfortunately they had to get up and start their day.

"So," Emil began once the two were done freshening up. They were in the kitchen, with Atlas making breakfast. "What's a usual morning like for you?"

"Breakfast first, then I'll relax for a bit, maybe read a little or talk to my siblings. After that I head to the gym and then get ready for work once I'm done with my exercise," Atlas answered.

"Can I join you?" Emil questioned.

"Join me where?"

"At the gym," Emil clarified, really excited by the idea of seeing Atlas in shorter clothes. Emil was getting turned on just thinking about watching Atlas all sweaty and worked up and...

"Sure?" Atlas replied, seeming a little confused by Emil's request.

"Fuck yeah," Emil grinned. Atlas narrowed his eyes at the gangster slightly, but decided to let it be.

Breakfast was delicious, but that was to be expected. Atlas's face was pink by the time they were done eating because of all the compliments that Emil kept giving him. Emil knew he could be a little... much at times. But he didn't know how to keep it under control anymore. It felt like he had wanted Atlas for so long and now the chef was finally giving him a chance. Emil was an affectionate person, and he wanted Atlas to know just how much he appreciated him.

In hindsight, Emil realized that maybe going to the gym with Atlas wasn't such a good idea. The same reason why he wanted to accompany the chef was the very same reason why he had a boner during almost the entire freaking workout session. By the time they reached Atlas's apartment, Emil only had one thing in his mind.

Atlas barely closed the door as Emil pinned him against the wall. The chef was a bit startled at first, but soon enough, all their clothes were off and Atlas's couch was officially christened. They took a shower after that, a quick one since they didn't have much time. It was a little cramped and Emil pretty much froze under the water, but the crime boss didn't care for that since Atlas was there to keep him warm.

Once in the car, Emil was surprised when Atlas made the first move and intertwined their fingers. Emil had a smile on his face for the entire ride, even when they were stuck in traffic or when someone cut him off.