Colvin FTW take II ~morning after
[When Colton finally forced his eyes open, vision still blurry from sleep and a pool of drool soaked into his pillow, the first thing that came to mind was 'why the hell am I up so early?' He blinked a few times in an attempt to break out of his daze and began to sit up-- began being the keyword here. He looked down sleepily at whatever it was that was holding him down. That's when he remembered. Taking in the boy's messy bedhead, fluttering eyelids, and flushed cheeks as he lay there in his arms, head pressed to his chest, Colton couldn't help the warm and lazy smile that flitted across his features. He was content in just watching Devin for a while, but eventually boredom and the stiffness of muscles took over and he went to blow lightly in Devin's face.] Wake up.