domestic bliss.
Aiden woke to the sound of wind forcing itself through the small cracks and gaps around the window, desperate to cover Marcus’ home in a layer of white both inside and out. He woke to the sound of deep, content breathing, his hair moving slightly with every breath from his partner. His leg was trapped between two strong thighs and an arm was thrown over his waist to keep him close and Aiden just couldn’t get enough of it. Once upon a time he never thought this would be something that happened. A few years ago he had promised himself that he wouldn’t let people get close to him because he didn’t want to burden anyone else with the weight of his illness. Except along came Marcus, who only asked if he had a book available, who managed to take his breath away in an instant, made butterflies dance in his stomach and his heart sore with a feeling he wasn’t used to. It was all so intense, so perfect, that it terrified him and after that momentary rejection he was sure that he would never be able to touch the man like he wanted to.
Now he was waking up in his arms, content and in love and ready to fight whatever came his way because now he didn’t only have his dad but he had his person as well, the one that was with him through everything.
Before he could stop himself, Aiden was tilting his head to press soft kisses against Marcus’ cheek. They were slow and soft, a little bit awkward given their position, but they meant just as much as an I love you. His hand slid up the arm that was draped across him until his fingers danced along a sharp jawline, their journey coming to an end as they held his chin. He paused for a moment before leaning in again, this time for a real kiss. A chaste one but a real one nonetheless.
“Good morning,” he whispered a few seconds later, pressing another quick kiss to the lips, “Good.. morning.”