A Good Morning.
It was a rarity when both of the occupants of the apartment had a day off on the same day, but when such an event did occur, they enjoyed it to its fullest. It started with sleeping in. Arms hugged around chests, legs bent and interlocking, foreheads pressed to the backs of necks. The sun slipping through the crack in the curtains, bringing a glow to the room as the two lay in bed, entrapped in each other. The sounds of the city below were nothing but white noise, lost to them. As they awoke, slowly and with many a shared kiss between them, the sounds of birds chirping below was looked over, in favor of soft words and promises for later in the day. Next came breakfast. Phil cooked the bacon and toasted the toast. Steve took care of the eggs and the hash-browns. They listened to the news playing from the TV from the other room as they ate, not concerned at all with the state of the world at the moment. They cleaned the dishes together, flicked water at each other with shared laughs and stolen pecks. Next came a shared shower. More time was spent teasing the other with slow and gentle touches, then actually cleaning one another. The rest of the day was really nothing more then cuddling on the couch, reading, watching movies, or just talking. Phil and Steve certainly knew how to take advantage of a day off and how to start the day off right.