He trudged into the bathroom, fumbling through his toiletry bag for his toothbrush. He frowned, his fingers not able to locate it. In frustration, he dumped the entire bag out on the counter, his eyes raking over the contents.
No toothbrush.
In a flash of horror, he saw himself, brushing his teeth the morning he left. And then putting his toothbrush back in the cabinet.
Punk sighed deeply, putting a hand over his weary eyes. He was a clean freak at times, especially when it came to his teeth. Now, he had the choice of going to bed with a dirty mouth, or trying to hunt down a toothbrush while he was bone tired.
“Fucking hell.” Punk rested his forehead on the cold counter, shaking his head back and forth. “I just want to sleep!” he moaned.
The door to the room suddenly opened, and Punk stood bolt upright in alarm.
“Baby, ya back?”
He was so relieved to hear his lover’s voice, he was on the verge of tears. “Lij!” Despite his exhaustion, he ran out into the main room, engulfing his lover in a huge hug. “I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow!” He inhaled his lover’s familiar scent, resting his head on Elijah’s shoulder. “It’s so fucking good to see you, baby. I’m about ready to drop from this motherfucking jet lag!”
“Mmm, well then I’m glad I’m here.” Elijah rubbed his back soothingly. “Guess what you forgot at home, baby?”
Punk stood up, blinking at his lover. “Don’t tell me you have - ”
Elijah sighed. “Nah, I didn‘t notice it at home. But I looked in your bag to borrow some soap, and I didn‘t see it. That’s why I went out to find you this.” He help up a little bag, offering it to Punk.
Punk snatched it, pulling out floss, toothpaste, and a brand new toothbrush. “Oh, baby, you are the best!” He pressed a quick kiss to Elijah’s lips, then scurried into the bathroom, making swift use of the products his lover had fetched for him. He peeked out of the bathroom, flashing a tired smile at his lover as his tongue moved over his wonderfully clean teeth. “I need a quick shower before bed, baby. Wanna join me?”
“Sounds good.” Elijah yawned, tossing off his clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. He followed Punk into a hot shower, the two of them efficiently washing each other, then toweling off quickly and racing each other to bed.
“I’m so glad you caught an earlier flight,” Punk sighed, warmth and relief spreading through his body as he stretched out on the mattress, Elijah’s body spooned up behind him.
“I hate the thought of you being all alone over here.” Elijah kissed Punk’s ear, then buried his nose in Punk’s soft black hair, echoing Punk’s happy sigh. “Love you baby.”
“Love you,” Punk sighed as he drifted off into a blissful sleep.