Zachwen Drabbles and One-Shots

Muggy Weather

A/N: This is my first attempt at a Zachwen and Jurrasic World Fanfic in general, so of course it's ooc. I'm sorry if it sucks I just couldn't get this outta my mind.))

Zach shifted in the bed, looking for the warm body that was usually pressed right up against himself. But all he found was the cold empty sheets. His half-asleep, half-awake mind made him think he was still on his side of the bed..So he tried to snuggle up to where his lover usually was but was already in his lover's spot. A strangled cry escaped past his lips as he went tumbling off the bed while pulling all of the sheets and blankets with him. Angrily he untangled himself from the sheets (after a great struggle) and walked out to the living room. Owen was already awake and in the kitchen making a pot of coffee. The male wore a pair of loose pajama-bottoms that hung loosely around his hips, occasionally dipping down a little in the front. He wasn't wearing a shirt and usual perfect hair was ruffled, looking like a hot mess. Zach walked up behind Owen and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, his head falling down onto his lover's broad back. "Goddammit stop being sexy.."
Owen chuckled and shook his head "Well Goodmorning to you too. Also, Sorry I can't, it's in my nature~" Zach hit him in the side (but didn't even attempt to hurt him so it was more of a brush against skin) causing Owen to raise a brow to the younger. "Well then..Did you sleep well?" All he got for a response was a sleepy jumble of words as he turned off the coffee pot. All Zach was wearing was a baggy shirt of Owen's (that barely covered him; when he stretched or reached up for something Owen got a nice view of his ass so he didn't complain) with nothing underneath. "Go get dressed, I'm taking you with me to work."
"With the raptors?" There was glee in his voice when he spoke, but his for head was still pressed against Owen's back.
"Mhmm"
"But you're not even dressed!"
"I'm gettin' dressed after I drink my coffee, kiddo"
"I ain't a kid!" There was angry pouting and incoherent mumbling as Zach pulled away and it continued down the hall, even into their shared room.
Owen poured himself some coffee and walked to the couch while being ever-so-careful so not to spill it.
Zach came out not long after, fully dressed, rubbing his eyes. Finally he was awake and ready.
"Hey Zachy, it's quite muggy out today."
Zach paused, slowly lowering his arms while glaring at Owen.
"Owen fucking Grady, if I go outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn I swear to god I'm leaving you."
Zach quickly strode to the front door as Owen sipped his coffee from a bowl.