Prompt idea? Cyrus trips over his shoelaces rushing out the door for work. TJ scolds him a little while he ties his shoe then gives him a sweet kiss goodbye.
I'll do you one better:
The Clock Struck Late
It's one of those days where there are strings of sunlight pouring from the bedroom shutter windows and burnt red and orange leaves tripping in the wind. TJ wakes up early and just lays there, it seems like there is time. All the time in the universe for him to lay there and stare at a mop of dark brown and snow skin. Well until he's staring at flitting brown eyes that shine golden in the light.
"You need to stop staring and get to work before Davidson gets on your back about being late again." Cyrus says, a sleep addled voice cutting the gentle silence in the room.
"Five more minutes, Cy."
Cyrus laughs, brushing a thumb over TJ's eyebrow before peering at the digital clock next to his bed and proceeding to turn white as a sheet. The glow of the morning disappears with the brash movements of Cyrus flailing out of bed.
"Oh my god, why didn't you wake me?! My alarm didn't go off either! Oh shit!"
"What Cy?! What?" TJ gets up quickly too, all signs of hazy sleep out of his eyes.
"I'm going to be late. Tuesday! Breakfast meeting with Mrs. Chantel, my biggest client! She's going through a lot right now, needs a session stat! Ringing any bells, TJ?!!" Cyrus takes a moment to look for his good dress pants-- they are hanging half slipping off a hanger in the closet, he really needs to clean up and soon and it's not helping that TJ, even though working hard not to, was still living his messy single bachelor life even though he was no longer single but still a bachelor (Cyrus was planning on fixing that) -- and slips them on before grabbing his coat jacket. TJ is following him, throwing an apple his way and Cyrus almost doesn't catch it in all his spazzing. He's almost to the door, shoving his feet in his shoes and-
"Cyrus wait--"
But Cyrus is going to slam his face against the door now and Ms. Chantel is going to take one look at the bruise on his nose and cheek and decide she needs to find herself a better, more seasoned therapist than a late, washed up, looks-like-he-got-into-a-bar-fight newly appointed one. But in the last moment, mere inches from the chestnut door, TJ wraps both arms around his waist and pulls him snug against his chest and Cyrus has never felt relief this sweet for getting to have a beautiful quick reflexed human being like TJ Kippen.
TJ sits him down on the ottoman near the door and crouches down to tie the unkempt black shoelaces on Cyrus' dress shoes. He makes quick work of them before looking up at Cyrus. His boyfriend still looks stressed and TJ breathes slowly, in and out, and Cyrus quickly realizes TJ is silently asking him to follow the pattern of his inhales and exhales.
"You're gonna get there on time. I'll drive you there. With the sirens on. Okay?"
Cyrus takes in another calming breath, still following TJ.
"I don't know if that'll make me look good or bad. It'll look like you're either giving me a perp walk or I'm some hotshot." Cyrus laughs, now back to his glowing beautiful self and not a man on the verge of a panic attack.
TJ smiles and pulls him in for a slow kiss, savoring the moment because he knows he won't get to see him until one in the morning.
"Come on, sunshine." TJ tugs him up, intertwining their fingers and grabbing his keys from the hook next to the door.
The morning light follows them like a shadow out the door.
