#brudop

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The alarm sounds and it jolts you awake. The buzzer always startles you. Slightly annoyed, you reach for the alarm clock, leaning over your boyfriend. He’s lying on his back with his face turned away from you. The pick haired man must still be asleep. Your finger presses the snooze button and you groan. With your arm extended over your boyfriend he wraps his arms around you. 

“Good morning.” Doppio mumbles from under you. Resigning into his warm embrace, you rest your chest across his and your head on his shoulder. You nuzzle into his neck as you take in his scent and enjoy his warmth.

“Is it morning already?” You hear from behind you. Bruno rolls over to lay on top of you, adding to the pile. Squished at the bottom, Doppio lets out a grunt. 

“Aren’t we supposed to be getting up?” Bruno adds in his half awake state with a voice huskier than normal.

“No!” Doppio protests, doing his best to wrap his arms around both of his significant others. 

“Sounds good to me!” You comment, still nuzzling your face into Doppio’s neck below you. With your eyes closed, you focus on the sensation of the men around you: the breath of the man below you is softly on your neck; at your back, you feel the man’s chest expand and contract slowly. You start to drift back to sleep between your two favorite people… Until the alarm sounds again. All three of you groan in chorus. You reach over to silence the annoyance again. 

“We should get up.” Of course, Bruno is the voice of reason, but he makes no effort to follow through with his suggestion. 

“Yup, getting up riiiiiight now.” Doppio agrees as he cuddles both of you tighter.

“Let’s seize the day!” you sarcastically explain before the three of you start drifting off to sleep again. 

When the alarm sounds for the third time, Bruno swipes the air in the direction of the blaring irritation. Sticky Finger’s blue fist slams the off button once and for all. 

“No more snoozing. Time to get up.” The capo plants a kiss on your neck before sitting up and stretching. The cool air of the room sends a chill through your body as you also sit up, removing yourself from atop your pink haired lover. When you roll to your spot in the middle, Doppio rolls on top of you, caging you. He pulls a blanket over the two of you. 

“No! I’m holding you captive. No work today!” Doppio insists as he kisses at your neck. You feign helplessness and succumb to his affections. Bruno pulls the blanket off of the two of you and Doppio whines. 

“Do you want to be late?” Bruno tuts, making Doppio pout. 

“No, but you know what I want? You!” Doppio corrects as he takes a hold of Bruno’s shoulder, turning his boyfriend to face him for a kiss. Bruno smiles into the affection. 

“That can be saved for later, but for now- Up! Both of you!” The capo commands as he stands up from the bed. 

Turing the key in the lock, you open the door to your apartment with a sigh. You shrug your bag from your shoulder and you kick off your shoes. Before leaving the doorway, you remove your pants in frustration and throw them to the floor as if they insulted you. With a grunt, you collapse, face down onto the couch. 

“Babe?” the pink haired man calls from the kitchen. You groan in response. He enters the living room to find you sprawled onto the couch in your half dressed state. 

“Your day didn’t get any better, did it?” He asks as he approaches you, amused but concerned. You reply with another groan as you flip him off with the hand hanging off the couch. Doppio furrows his brow then sits with you… by sitting on your ass. You yelp forcing your face from the couch. You whine at the pressure of his body on you, but you find that the playful, physical contact is comforting after the day you’ve had. 

He tries again, “Talk to me?” When he doesn’t get a reply, he bounces up and down on your butt. 

“Okay, okay!” You say to get him to stop. “I feel… like I’m drowning.”

“Can you breathe alright?” Concern floods his voice. 

“Yeah, I just… it’s like ‘OMG I’m drowning! I’m so scared I’m gonna die’ kinda feeling. It’s like that but I have to pretend I’m treading water fine, but on the inside, I’m drowning. I’m tired of being fake for others all day. Ya know?”

“No, but yeah.” He’s trying his best to follow. 

“Well, it’s that allllllll day. I just want people to leave me alone so I can work on not feeling like I’m dying.” You take a deep breath and sigh.

“Do... do you want me to leave you alone?” He slides off of your butt and into the small space between you and the couch. He sits with his legs bent over your body and feet at the edge of the couch. 

“No. You’re not ‘people-people’ you’re ‘my people.’ So, you’re okay.” 

“Thanks?” Sarcastically, Doppio replies.

“I mean… I can be myself with you. I don’t have to pretend to be fine.”

”So… you want me to stay?” Concern hangs in Doppio’s voice. 

“Yeah. Being near you is the best I’ve felt all day. I just don’t wanna talk anymore.” 

“Done.” Doppio replies. Squeezing further between you and the couch, he lays parallel to you and strokes your hair. As soon as he starts his ministrations you feel yourself relax for the first time today. You stay like this for a few minutes. Then the front door swings open. 

“Why was the door left unlocked agai… Am I interrupting something?” Intrigue fills Bruno’s voice as he freezes in the doorway. 

“No. Bad mental health day. You should join us.” Doppio reports to your mutual boyfriend so naturally. You hear Bruno shut the door and slouch out of his suit jacket. He all but falls onto the couch, covering both you and Doppio. The two of you let out a groan under Bruno’s weight. 

“So, is the plan to smother her into mental wellness?” Bruno teases. 

“Yes!” you reply with the small amount of breath you can manage. Bruno rolls off of you to lay at his side on the edge of the couch, but still mostly on you. The three of you lay silently for a few minutes. You allow your brain to shut off all thoughts and just focus on the sensations of the bodies of the men around you: the hand in your hair, the fingers tracing words into your back, and the inevitable movement of Doppio playing footsie. 

The silence is broken when Doppio makes a remark to Bruno about his hair and a conversation starts up. A timer sounds from the kitchen and Doppio rolls off of the couch, effectively squishing both you and Bruno along his path. 

“Dinner’s ready!” Doppio sounds from the kitchen, followed by an expletive and the sound of water running presumably over his burnt finger. 

“Again? You can’t eat something straight from the oven, Prezioso! You need to stop doing that!” Bruno hollers to him. 

“I know! I know! Goddamn it!” Doppio hisses. 

You peel yourself from the couch with Bruno’s help. Once standing, he presses a kiss into your forehead. “Come, let’s eat.” You turn to the kitchen and he gives your ass a light slap. You yelp and rush into the kitchen to sit down at your spot around the circular dinner table.