How about some Ted/Trent. Domestic, early relationship (not first time)
There are certain things that Ted expects when he stays over at Trent's the first time. The first is that Drew is with her grandparents (that's just good sense). The second is that Trent wakes up with his hair going in several directions (he's right), and the third is that Trent does not wish to talk until he's had half a cup of coffee (Trent warned him).
What he's not expecting and is delighted to discover is that Trent owns a Richmond onesie. A full-body onesie! With a zipper, and a little butt flap.
Trent catches the gleam of delight in Ted's eyes as Ted walks into the kitchen and groans against his coffee mug. "No questions," he says.
"Don't steal my lines," Ted replies. He pours himself a cup of coffee in the empty mug next to the machine, and then he takes the two steps to be right next to Trent's side. He gets an arm around his waist and nuzzles his face into the soft, fleecy shoulder of Trent's onesie.
"My mother made it," Trent says after two sips of coffee. "I run a little cool in the winter."
"You ask me, you're cool all year round," Ted replies.
Trent closes his eyes like he's in pain. "No puns before food."
"Copy that," Ted says, having to bite off the Harry the Hat he wants to add. He's not sure if rhyming wordplay will violate the pun rule. "How 'bout I make us some eggs while you finish warming up?"
Trent turns his head the slightest bit, enough that Ted can see the smile on the edge of his mouth and the warm, welcome pleasure in his eyes. "Fried, if you please."
"My pleasure," Ted says. He kisses Trent's cheek, then his wild hair, and nuzzles his shoulder one more time before he steps away to find out of Trent is an eggs-in-the-carton kind of a guy or eggs-in-the-door sort of fellow.
