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Oh, my dear lover.
After everything we've been through, this is completely worth it.
…
Golden sun rays peaked through the windows. The creaking of the wooden floor was the only noticeable sound at that hour. Dust particles floated around the empty corridors while everyone rested.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
OJ was the first one to wake up. He hastily turned off his alarm and checked the time.
6:30 am. He thought to himself.
He had some duties that had to be done by the end of the day. Before changing his posture, he heard shifting from the blankets next to him.
"Mmh. Good morning, Clementine." Paper yawned, rubbing his eyes with his fingers.
"Hey Papypie! How are you feeling today?" OJ whispered, getting closer to his boyfriend.
"Surprisingly nice. Last night's party gave me a massive headache…I'm so glad it's over."
Both stayed silent for a few minutes. Their innocent cuddling smoothly turned into sloppy kissing. Each kiss was soggier than the last one, making every little thing around them completely insignificant.
OJ ran his hands around Paper's figure, softening every wrinkle he could find. His lover's body squirmed at the motion.
Paper clinged into him, breaking the small space they had left. He began wrapping his limbs around OJ, tenderly brushing his hand against the back of his cold glass.
Their movements were slow but sweet, each of them making their hearts flutter. Even after all these years, they feel the same sensation since their first kiss.
Paper felt OJ's juice slightly warming up, along with the quiet fizzing of it. His boyfriend changed the position of his hands, running them around Paper's back, arriving to his leg, softly caressing the back of his thigh with one of them.
Paper quickly pulled out and placed a finger over his lover's lips.
"Hey there." He stared at him with a playful smirk. "We have an hotel to manage. We're already half an hour late…I don't want to worry the staff."
OJ slightly frowned. "We're the bosses here sweetie, I think we are allowed to have our little moments together."
"You're right, but sooner or later someone will probably break into the room complaining about absurd shit."
"Fine." He whined, helping Paper to sit.
"Honey, we can always do it later."
"Wait, most importantly, do you really want to? I don't want you to feel pressured or anything."
"Maybe, let's see how the day goes first."
Both stood up from their bed decided to get ready for the chaos. OJ removed and placed his cork on the nightstand while Paper softened his sheet's edges. They rapidly brushed their teeth and reached for the keys before leaving their shared bedroom.
…
They were incredibly busy that day, no time to waste (as ironic as it sounds). OJ had an important meeting at the OSC. Later, he was going to interview some investors that were interested in Hotel Hoot. In the meanwhile, Paper had to help Soap with the storage and some other issues around the hotel.
OJ sighed through the whole meeting. Suitcase and Cabby were tired as well. He didn't even pay attention to whatever the hell this was about. Suitcase constantly argued with Fan over whoever knows what.
Paper helped Soap with some chores she couldn't handle today due to some mental health issues plus cleaning the mess the residents made at yesterday's party. How can functioning adults be so messy? Sighhh.
…
Around 1:00 pm, they rested a little bit during lunch time.
The couple went into OJ's office. They both collapsed against the velvet couch.
"I didn't even know what was going on."
"Same. I think cleaning makes me spend hours completely dissociated."
OJ playfully shared with Paper a bite of his lunch.
"There's no way that tastes good."
"Trust me, you will love it!"
Paper examined the weird amalgam of ingredients on the fork in front of him. He really had no idea what that was. Hell, he was convinced not even OJ knew.
He slowly approached the fork into his mouth, instantly regretting his decision.
"Where the hell did you even get this from?"
"I made it myself."
"Sorry OJ, but it tastes like ass."
They both giggled before taking another bite of their respective meals.
"I didn't mean that to sound offensive."
"Eh, don't worry. You know how weird my tastes can be sometimes."
"Oh, I do know."
"Okay, double entendre jokes aside, you cook WAYYY better than me."
"I'm not that good."
"You are!"
"Let's test it, then."
Paper used his fork to pinch his lunch and approached it to his boyfriend. OJ's eyes wided with a single bite.
"Damn."
A faint blush spread through Paper's cheeks.
"There's no way it's that good"
"It really is. Don't underestimate yourself hun! You're genuinely amazing."
His face felt warmer than before. You dork, he thought to himself.
They quietly finished their lunches and placed their tuppers aside.
The couple relaxed while enjoying each other's company. Paper got often overstimulated during work, OJ understood he needed to rest in silence.
Paper leaned against his lover as he wrapped his arms around him. They needed to go back to work in 30 minutes, enough time to release some of the accumulated tension between hugs and cuddles.
…
Luckily, the rest of that day went pretty smoothly. When the afternoon came, neither of them noticed how quickly things went.
The couple sat in the stairs that residents rarely used in the hotel.
"The interview went fine. They will call me tomorrow to settle things down."
"That's nice, love. Soap, Pickle and Trophy helped me with the storage. It was way easier than I expected."
"Oughhh" OJ groaned as he laid back, hands running down his face "I can't wait to go to bed."
"Are you that desperate?" Paper grinned.
"You perfectly know what I meant." He giggled.
"Do I?"
OJ snorted, "Nahhh, shut the fuck up."
Their sudden burst of laughter filled the lifeless corridors with the sound of their joy.
As the echo of their voices progressively faded away, Paper placed his head on his lover's shoulder.
OJ stared into the window in front of them, admiring the view of the sunset peeking through the grassy hills. The ginger gleam of the glass warmed their skin.
"Can you believe this is all ours? Paper, we own a whole hotel together. Isn't it crazy?"
This is something that ruminated their minds at least once per week.
"It really is. If you think about it…this is thanks to our hard work."
"Oh, I'm sure. In fact, I think I would be ruined if you didn't step up."
Paper gazed at him.
"You were there when nobody else was, remember?" OJ gazed back and smiled.
"Give yourself some credit, Jay. You worked your ass off every night."
"Yeah, but…thinking about you is what motivated me to keep going."
Paper lightly pushed him away with a flustered grin.
"God damn it, OJ!" He squeaked between giggles.
OJ chuckled and smiled back. The only thought that passed through his mind in that moment was how handsome Paper looked. The way his sheet wrinkled with each movement of his face was hypnotizing.
The titter dimmed and Paper gently kissed OJ's cheek. "I just remembered, you had to finish some paperwork, right? When I'm done, I'll check on you later and see if I can give you some hand."
"Yep. I wish I could put into words how grateful I am for having you. Thank you, sweetheart."
"No problem, love."
…
The last cigarette of the box, placed on the ashtray, filled the room with the comforting smell of nicotine.
They both were casual smokers, or that's what they said. With their new promises, they agreed to quit this addiction. Although it was a tough progress, they tried depending less on it each day. Of course, healing isn't lineal.
The clicking of his mouse was draining the last string of patience he had left for the night.
OJ felt his headache flaring up after attempting to read his latest emails several times in a row. As he tried to focus, he heard some faint footsteps approaching his office's door.
Knock Knock
He could recognize that knocking in a million lives.
Paper slowly opened the door and inspected the room.
"Hey OJ!" His soft tone warmed the room instantly.
He shut the door behind him and put one of his hands in OJ's desk.
Paper noticed the ashtray beside him. "Again?" He sighed.
They both knew how difficult it was to quit, but he couldn't ignore the guilt he felt deep inside of his heart. Paper noticed his look and shifted his expression into a reassuring smile.
"It's okay. I know you're trying."
Paper got around the desk and got closer to his boyfriend. He gently sat on OJ's lap. They adjusted their posture to feel more comfortable in that desk chair. Paper leaned against his glass, sighing in relief.
This wasn't something new. They did this quite often; it was a simple way to feel each other's company during office work.
"Can you pass me those papers right there, please ?" Paper asked.
OJ handed him one of the stacks in his desk. Paper examined it carefully.
"Mhm. Bills, bills, bills…boring OSC stuff…"
OJ couldn't help but chuckle at that remark.
"…Alright, you can check this later." Paper stacked the papers again and placed them in the table. "I can help you with the emails too."
Paper leaned slightly forward, holding into his lover's back. He scrolled down the message and didn't seem to bother about it.
"Most of it is spam. The last ones are from today's investors, you can read them tomorrow."
"Thank God." OJ muttered.
Paper delicately smooched his lover's forehead.
"Are you tired?"
"Pretty much."
Paper cupped OJ's cheek with his empty hand.
"Is there something bothering you?"
"Not really, just stress."
"I see. Shall we head to bed now?"
"Yes, please."
They both got up and headed towards the exit.
…
OJ placed his cork as Paper relaxed into the mattress. They quickly covered themselves with the blankets and turned off the lights.
They moved around to find a comfortable posture to cuddle.
Paper soothed his back with steady movements. He traced every crack or irregularity he could find on his lover's glass, making him shiver.
OJ caressed his lover's edges smoothly. Paper's body quivered at the motion, letting out a hum of approval. Their hands travelled through their surfaces while every inch of their skin warmed.
OJ felt his boyfriend curling against him. They exchanged glances for a brief moment.
They knew exactly what they needed.
Their lips were tenderly pressed against each other, increasing the intensity with every kiss.
Paper grabbed his lover's hands and guided him through his sides. With his consent, OJ proceeded to place his hands lower while his juice started fizzing.
They got even closer, trying to fill all space between them.
Paper's body jerked and leaned against OJ's now warm glass. His limbs wrapped around his cylindrical silhouette as his boyfriend adjusted him for a more comfortable position.
Their muffled sounds resonated through the room, followed by the shifting of the bedsheets.
In that moment, nothing else mattered.
…
I don't care if our days are busy, we we'll be fine as long as we have each other.
Oh, my dear lover.
The cycle of life persists.
We will be together until we cease to exist.