🔘 early !! morning ! spooning !
gay gay gay @deadfought
NOTHING FELT MORE SECURE than being wrapped up in Chris’ arms. He was so big, so strong, so warm. Nothing could hurt them when they where curled up in their queen sized sanctuary– which was a real problem when you had adult responsibilities you were supposed to be getting up for. It didn’t help that Chris would be home all day, a once in a blue moon occurrence, and Waylon was meant to spend the whole day out playing IT guy for a local call center. He was 2 days into a week long job that consisted of the same mind-numbing diagnostics and site blocking over and over again on outdated computed after outdated computer. But it was something to fill his days when everyone was out living their lives. The kids, at school. Lisa, working. And Chris, on assignment– that was, until last night’s surprise reunion.
Waylon leaned into his boyfriend’s chest and turned his head, squinting at Chris affectionately in his lack of glasses. “This is so unfair. You’re even harder to leave during the day than Delilah.” He laughed as Chris’ groggy hold around his waist tightened slightly. It left Waylon’s chest warm and tight with adoration in a way only Chris and really fat cats ever could. “You’re clingier, too.”
But what was Waylon to do? He had to get up. Brush his teeth, shower, eat, go, go, go. The workday started at 9 and he wasn’t about to get stuck in traffic for 45 minutes again. The blond relented with a couple of pats to Chris’ bicep. “Time to disengage the guns, baby. If I don’t get up now I’m never going to.” A beat. No response aside from his lover’s gentle breathing. “Did you fall asleep again?” Waylon began to crane his neck back to peak at Chris’ face again, but before he could, he felt it. Hips against his ass in a lazy rhythm. Oh, no. Waylon flushed. “Don’t do this to me, Christopher. You KNOW I’m a weak man.”