Quitting

Nasty habit. Smoking, that is. Kael had no idea why did he care, but damn… It was a nasty habit. And a bit frustrating. More so if the one smoking was him himself.

“Damn it to hell…” Kael took a drag of his cigarette.- I should just quit.

“Shut up, you bastard… I want to sleep…”

“Don’t you have a morning practice, or something”

Blond lump on his bed moved slightly, as if thinking deeply.

“You give a lousy head”

“Love you too.”

“No, seriously. You give some lousy head. You suck.”

Kael chuckled. He didn’t even like smoking. Not particularly, at least.

“Wipe that smug smile off your face. You still suck.”

“Oh, now I remember,” Kael laughed, “You’ve got practice now, in the afternoon, and in the evening too!”

The blond sat up.

“I hate you with my whole being.”

“That’s not what you were saying a little bit earlier.”

“Things said in the throes of passion are not to be taken seriously. Ever.”

“You might want to elaborate a bit,” Kael left the cigarette in an ashtray.

“I might not.”

The blond stretched, yawning slightly. I should quit, Kael thought to himself. Smoking. And sleeping with pups that could very well be grandchildren of mine.

“Off you go. You’ve got training to do, I’ve got papers to do.”

“Fuck you too,” the blond kissed him on the cheek, getting up.

“You shouldn’t address your betters like this…”

“You shouldn’t fuck your subordinates.” Door to the bathroom slammed shut. Kael swore inwardly. Right. Another ‘habit’ to get rid of. Quitting wasn’t easy.