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When Paul entered the kitchen, John was standing in front of the open refrigerator and staring into it. Paul sneaked up behind him and wrapped his arms as far around him as he could reach. “What’s goin’ on, big boy?”
John smiled at the term of endearment, and it warmed Paul’s heart to see John growing more comfortable with his body and—even better—believing him when Paul told him he loved it. “Looking for something to eat,” John said.
Paul ran his hands across John’s stomach up to his chest, then back to his stomach. “Nothing sounds good?”
Groaning, John slouched back against Paul. “Everything sounds good.”
“Well,” Paul said, kissing his delightfully soft cheek, “it’s only morning. We’ve got all three meals left to eat. And you’ve got to keep your energy up so we can finish up those songs today.” He poked John in the side.
John giggled and swatted his hand away. “You better keep your energy up too if you want your songs to hold a candle to mine,” he waggled his eyebrows.
Paul scoffed and let go, grinning as John stumbled backward. “Challenge accepted.”
But once they stuffed up on fried eggs and toast, their plans to write were left forgotten for the time being. They were too busy lying on the couch, Paul’s head pillowed against John’s side as he rubbed soothing circles into John’s belly.
“Tha’s nice,” John murmured sleepily as he relaxed further under Paul’s touch.
Paul thought it felt nice, too. He would happily spend all day curled up against John’s full figure, but he knew there was work to be done. Then again, Paul thought as John entwined his thick fingers with Paul’s thin, one day off couldn’t hurt.