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The warm sunlight on Connor's eyelids forced his eyes open. He turned into the strong arms draped around him and tucked his head into Oliver's neck. He felt Oliver's steady pulse there, comforting and sure. Connor pressed his lips to that spot on his boyfriend's neck.
Boyfriend. It'd taken months for them to develop their friendship into something more - but now that they had, it felt like they been together for years.
Their relationship was natural and easy; after being friends for so long, they'd come to know each other so well that there was no need for those early stages in a romance. They had slipped right into the honeymoon phase, and didn't seem to be leaving it any time soon.
Oliver stretched and smiled sleepily at the kisses Connor was now trailing down his neck. Connor's lips ran lovingly along his collarbone, down the curve of his shoulder, back to Oliver's face. A small kiss to his mouth.
Oliver smiled into the kiss, then grimaced.
"Your morning breath is horrible, you know that right?"
Connor brought his hand up to place on the small of Oliver's back, pulling his boyfriend closer.
"Yeah, but yours is too so it's okay."
Oliver's face lit up with that brilliant laugh, and Connor's stomach collapsed into a million butterflies.
Connor shifted his hand to trace his fingers along the waistband of Oliver's boxers. He wasn't wearing anything else.
A knowing smirk came to Oliver's face.
"Seeing as we have a fully functional shower now..." Oliver said slowly and seductively. "I'm gonna go shower," Oliver said, lifting the covers to get out of the bed and exposing Connor to a rush of cold air.
Connor sat up, frowning.
"Ollie where are you going? Stay in bed,"
Connor groaned. He laid back and propped an arm behind his head, posing in the most tempting way he could.
Oliver simply smiled and started heading towards the bathroom.
"Okay, I see what you're doing, showing off your ass and everything. I'm impressed, as always. Stop messing around and come back to bed, I'm cold," Connor joked.
"Nope, just gotta have a shower," Oliver replied, slipping his boxers off and making it extremely difficult for Connor to focus.
With an indignant huff, Connor dropped his head back onto the pillow. He was just planning on getting out of bed and making breakfast for him and Oliver, when Oliver turned in the doorway and leant against the frame. His arms were crossed and his expression smug.
"Of course, you're welcome to join me," Oliver said.
Connor's eyebrows shot up. He smirked and practically jumped out of bed. Fortunately, he had no clothes on to strip off before he met Oliver in the doorframe, wrapping his arms around Oliver's waist and kissing him through a laugh.
Maybe - just maybe, Connor thought, I'm completely in love with this man. And maybe I'd rather be nothing else.