An alarm clock was screaming at the top of its lungs( or as loud as it was set to because they don't have lungs, but whatever, shut up). The ear piercing sound woke Tim. "God damn it…" He muttered under his breath, still tired and weak from the past night.
"What time is it?" He asked and sat up, turning to the alarm clock. The display was turned away so he had to turn it so it would face him. It was 10 in the morning. "Already 10…" He whispered.
Suddenly, he felt something move beneath the blanket. Not knowing what it was, he took off the blanket from his legs. "Hm."
Next to him, or on top of him, was Lukas. He was laying face down, arm and shoulder on Tim's waist, holding him. His grab was firm.
Tim's tired gaze wandered along his own body, then the body of Lukas, both of them were naked. "Shit. What happened?" He rubbed his forehead, "Shit." He wanted to stand up, hungry and eager for breakfast, but Lukas would not let go.
"Don't go…" Lukas whispered in his sleep, not opening his eyes, "Alex will bring breakfast, he heard the alarm, no worries." Lukas tried pulling Tim closer. A smile decorating his wet lips. "Let's cuddle."
"Sure…"
Half an hour later someone knocked at the door. Not waiting for a response, the door opened and a wheelchair drove into the room. "Cripple delivery: Breakfast for two." Alex said with a chuckle. On his lap he was carrying a platter with half-assed looking food on top. "Made with hatred for the two of you." He told them and slid the platter onto the table next to the bed.
Tim tried sitting up again, Lukas' head resting on his chest.
Alex just glanced over annoyed and hit Lukas in the head with a hard plastic bottle. "Get the fuck up. I made breakfast, so you better enjoy every last bit of it, or else." He threatened.
Lukas jumped up in pain, holding his head with tears running down his face. "I like pain, but not like this!" He complained while Alex was driving out of the room again.
"Then wake up on time, dear brother." Alex shrugged with his shoulders and sarcasm in his voice.
Lukas slid out of the bed, picking up his clothes and throwing Tim's at him. "Dress up, eat and do whatever, don't care." Lukas was pulling up his pants and closing the zipper while speaking.
Tim stood up as well, his clothes still drying somewhere and the replacement laying on a chair across the room. He walked over to the chair, walking with his back turned to Lukas, trying to cover himself.
He put on the clothes and walked back to the small bedside table with the platter on top. On top was slightly burned bread and different toppings. Two cups next to the food and a bottle of orange juice on the bed which was used to attack Lukas. "Looks interesting."
Lukas grabbed a piece of bread, threw a piece of cheese, cucumber and salami on top and hurried out of the room and down the stairs.
Tim's eyes followed him down the stairs. He made himself a sandwich as well before walking down the stairs and putting on his shoes. "I'm leaving!" He yelled through the house.
"We don't give a shit!" Alex screamed at him and Lukas did not respond at all.
Tim opened the door and left.