Just a Bit Sweeter

Breakfast

Eight o'clock. That's when the alarm clock Marshall had set the night before went off, waking him up almost instantly. His fist pounded the off button, almost breaking the machine, and he glanced over at Gumball; still alseep in his arms. He smiled at the sight, slowly removing himself from his prince's grip. Breakfast with Hannah... this wouldn't be fun. The vampire trudged into the washroom, running a hand through his long black hair, and sighed at the messy surroundings. He was still naked, and his stomach was still covered in Gumball's cum. As he stepped into the shower, he let out a sudden yelp as cold water hit his body. Gumball grumbled as he surfaced his dream, woken by the noise. Over the time they were together, he had sort of trained himself to be alert to Marshall's painful noises. He crawled out of the blankets, standing up and opening his eyes wide as the wind hit him. Gumball pulled Marshall's red flannel shirt over his head, lifting the collar above his nose so he could smell his lover... "Marshall, what happened?" He asked, walking into the washroom. The king shook his head, fixing the temperature of the water. They desperately needed to get the smell of sex off themselves before they met with Marshall's mother. "Nothing, Bubba, the water was just cold." He mumbled, running a hand through his long hair. But before he knew it, Gumball's warm arms snaked around his stomach and pulled him into a hug. "Hey, you smell more musky than me, get in front." Marshall laughed, his tall body blocking the water from reaching his prince. "Yeah, well, I'm not the one who can't control his aim. Gumball mumbled, his lips grazing Marshall's neck. The contact made the king blush as he lowered his head, sending the stream into his princr's face. "Wash." He ordered with a smirk, grabbing the soap.

Getting each other to clean took almost forty minutes, but they were soon clean and dry, wrapped in towels. Marshall reluctantly brushed his teeth by Gumball's command, but was thankfully he was not ordered to brush his hair.

"What are you wearing?" Gumball asked, pulling on some clean boxers. Marshall smirked, picking up the shirt he left on the floor and put it on. "Gee, Bubba, again?" The prince turned and frowned at him. "No, you dumbass." He said, wrapping his arms around him. "I mean what are you wearing to breakfast?" He eyed the oh so casual clothes he was, in fact, wearing. Marshall's favourite red flannel shirt, some unbelievably skinny jeans, and a pair of black converse. "No." Was all the prince said as he released his king from his grip and went to the closet. Marshall let out a loud groan, leaning on the wall as Gumball searched through his clothes. "Gumball, I look fine. I think my own mother would care less about my clothes and more about my boyfriend..." The prince shot up his head, eyes wide. "Oh glob! She'll hate me!" He walked into the bathroom, nervously fixing his hair again. "Relax about your hair, you're not even dressed yet..." Marshall mumbled quietly, hugging him from behind. He could feel how tense Gumball was, nervous about meeting Hannah. "My mom will love you, you're like a super boyfriend." He said, kissing his neck. "Besides... all that matters is that Ilove you..." The prince closed his eyes with a slight nod, stretching his head to the side as Marshall kissed and nibbled his neck. "Now what will it take to make you relax..."

It was a hot and steamy half an hour later that Marshall finally parted his lips from Gumball's, smiling as he pecked his cheek. His black hair was messy, falling over his eyes, and it made his prince laugh. "Okay, okay, nowyou have to brush your hair." Marshall  sneered with a pout, standing up again. "Fine, I'll ruin my already perfect hair." Gumball sat up and stretched as his king walked into the washroom, and got up to dress again. He was wearing one of Marshall's shirts, though it was hardly on him anymore. Gumball folded it neatly and placed it on the bed, then pulled his freshly cleaned pants over his legs. Marshall walked out of the room, brush in hand. "Better?" He asked. His hair was combed back, and he looked like one of those comedic vampires. More specifically, Dracula. "P-Perfect." Gumball snickered, holding back his laugh, which earned a thoroughly unamused groan from his lover. The younger walked over to him, grinning as he ran a hand through his hair, returning it to it's messy state. "There..." Gumball smirked, making Marshall smile. "That's why I love you..." He said and wrapped his arms around him. "Now I'm starving and mom's waiting."