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Tango did not consider himself, in any sense of the phrase, to be a morning person. Sleep was always like a coating of thick, viscous tar, dragging him back down into the depths the moment thoughts of waking would whisper across his mind. Even on the occasion he did manage to claw his way to the waking world, his limbs would be heavy and his eyes would be bleary and his mind would be slow and foggy, and he'd let himself slip easily back into the welcoming arms of slumber.

His boyfriends only served to exacerbate the problem, of course.

It was a slow morning, one where the sunlight seemed to pour across the land with patience and care. Whatever dream Tango had been having slipped away from him, like water through his fingers, as he found his consciousness returning. There was a warm presence next to him, a heavy arm draped across his back, and he turned slightly to his side so he could bury himself in the embrace.

Gently, a soft exhale brushed over the top of his head, with the weight and force of a stifled chuckle. Jimmy was awake, then (and it had to be Jimmy, because Jimmy was taller than him). Tango buried himself further, chasing the fading trails of sleep. A hand gently carded through his hair, and Tango melted at the touch, his mind finally giving in and slipping back into dreamland.

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If you were to ask Jimmy if he was a morning person, he would've shrugged. In his opinion, there was nothing particularly annoying about mornings, but he did enjoy a lie-in when given the opportunity. He was the type to wake up whenever, and be equally happy about it either way.

After all, the people he loved most existed in the waking world.

So when he blearily opened his eyes, sleep fading out and reality fading in, and he saw Tango curled up next to him, he couldn't help but lay an arm over his beloved, holding Tango ever-so-slightly closer. Tango shifted in his sleep with a soft mumbling noise, curling closer to Jimmy and burying his face in his chest. Jimmy bit back a soft chuckle, trying not to wake Tango, who buried himself even closer. As Jimmy began to gently play with Tango's hair, he felt the both of them begin to relax.

Downstairs, he heard the front door open and close, and footsteps come softly up the stairs. Scott must've just gotten home from his morning run. Quietly, Scott entered the room, making his way towards the closet. Jimmy flushed as he realised Scott was very much lacking in the shirt department. He must have made a noise, as Scott turned away from the closet, holding one of his striped shirts, and met Jimmy's gaze.

"Hey," Scott smiled, pulling the shirt on.

"Shhh," Jimmy shushed, gesturing to the sleeping Tango in his arms. He considered the possibility of Scott joining in the cuddle for a moment, and after deciding that such a course of action would be perfect and ideal, actually, he nodded to the empty space on Tango's other side with a questioning look.

That was all the prompting Scott seemed to need, because next thing he knew, the blanket was being pulled over to cover a third person, and Scott's face was right next to his. Somehow, despite being slightly shorter than Tango, Scott had managed to fully wrap himself around the other man, trapping all three of them in a tangle of limbs and torsos and blankets and love.

"Hey," Scott greeted again, and his breath was warm on Jimmy's face, and Jimmy could practically feel all their hearts beating in sync. It was as easy as breathing as Jimmy freed one of his arms from the pile and pulled Scott into a kiss.

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Scott Smajor was a morning person through-and-through. If he didn't get his morning jog in, he was fairly certain he'd die inside. There was a really nice trail through the nearby woods that made for a perfect track, too, and it was literally right next to their home, just around the corner and past Horse-Head Hiking. Scott wouldn't miss it for the world.

Jimmy and Tango were worth more than the world to him.

He got back into the house after his run, locking the door behind him. He dropped his empty water bottle on the kitchen table, then headed through the living room and up the stairs, removing his sweaty shirt and tossing it in the dirty laundry basket as he passed. He swung into the bedroom, a spring in his step, and made his way to the closet to get a new shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of movement, and turned to look.

Jimmy and Tango were still in bed, cuddling. Tango was asleep, curled up into Jimmy's chest, while Jimmy was looking up at Scott with sleepy eyes and an adoring smile.

"Hey," Scott greeted, punctuating it with a smile of his own. His heart pounded in his chest and a part of him yearned to just go back to bed, to cuddle with his boyfriends. Jimmy shushed him, reminding him that Tango was still asleep, then, after a moment's thought, invited Scott to join them.

Damnit, Scott was weak for them. Something in him crumbled, and the next thing he knew, he was clutching onto his boyfriends for dear life, Jimmy's face right next to his, their breaths ghosting each other's lips.

"Hey," he said again, for lack of anything else to say. Thankfully, Jimmy saved him from having to come up with any other words by kissing him square on the lips. Scott melted into the kiss, into the feeling of Jimmy's hand in his hair, into the feeling of his and Tango's and Jimmy's chests rising and falling in unison.

"We do have to leave for work in an hour," Scott reminded Jimmy, once the kiss ended and he was left back in that tantalising state of being close enough to Jimmy to feel his breath ghosting over his skin, but not close enough to be kissing his beloved (which was a crime, any second not spent showering Jimmy and/or Tango with affection was a felony, actually).

"Hmmm," Jimmy pondered, laughing slightly, "Another hour of this then?"

"Half an hour. We still have to have breakfast."

"Forty-five minutes. Tango needs his beauty sleep." Jimmy ran a hand through the hair of the man in question.

"But he's already beautiful."

"Exactly. He's beautiful, and he needs sleep. Beauty sleep."

"Alright. Forty-five minutes," Scott agreed. Jimmy laughed, and kissed him again.

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Ok the intro wasn't quite right one of those weeks I will probably bring you *incoherent castle noises* instead.

I've been Entropy, peace out from the present!