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Warm streams of sunlight pour through the slitted window shades and onto the bed, draping over your eyes and waking you from your beautiful slumber.
With a content smile, you savor the fact that it’s Sunday and that sunlight, rather than an obnoxious alarm, is your wake-up call. You prefer it this way over any day.
Despite the sun’s warmth, you find it chilly, more so than usual, especially in contrast to your t-shirt and shorts-clad body. Fall approaches and it’s one of your favourite times of the year. The beginning of cozy drinks, crisp air, and the city blanketed in vibrant orange leaves.
But for now, you’re not quite ready to embrace autumn, tugging the blanket up and covering your shivering self up to your neck to ward off the chill.
Reaching behind you in the king-sized bed, you hope to find one of your boyfriends for a little extra comfort and warmth, but your hand only meets empty space. Your ears catch the familiar hum of your more talkative partner, along with the TV and satisfying sounds of morning coffee being made.
Blinking the sleep away, you spend a few more moments nestling in your blanket. When you finally decide to get up, you instinctively step towards Logan’s side of the closet and grab one of his brown plaid shirts to cover-up. Given his taller stature, the ends of his shirt easily cover your thighs.
The bedroom door creaks open and Dogpool immediately welcomes you with a happy wag of her tail. Squatting down to her level, you pet her on the head and give her some loving scritches.
Glancing up, you spot Logan sprawled on the sectional sofa, watching TV with his legs draped over the extended part. He’s wearing a simple white tee and plaid pajama pants and adorning a bit of messy hair.
Across the room, in the kitchen, Wade’s whistling as he makes drinks, decked out in one of his many Spider-man shirts, pink and white striped pajama bottoms, and another plaid shirt from Logan’s extensive collection.
Your smile widens at the sight of him in Logan’s clothes, fawning how handsome he is, almost rocking it as much as Logan does.
Standing up, you catch Logan eyeing you up and down, gaze lingering on how the oversized shirt fits you. There’s a glint in his eye, reminiscent of how he looked at you last night.
“Mornin’, beautiful,” he says with a small smile, his voice still carrying the raspy edge of waking up early.
“Good morning, sweet cheeks!” Wade sing-songs. “How are the holes this fine—”
His face lights up as he sees what you’re wearing.
“Oh, my God! We’re totally matchy-matchy, babe,” Wade says, raising his eyebrows in exaggerated surprise.
You stroll into the kitchen and touch his chest from behind. “We are, indeed, babe.”
Initially, you plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, but he turns his head after, diving into a deep kiss. Post-kiss, he gently rubs his nose against yours, holding you by your waist. You giggle at the affectionate gesture.
“Who pulls it off better, Logie Bear?” Wade asks, still tenderly holding you with locked eyes.
“You know the answer to that,” Logan deadpans from the living room.
“It’s me,” Wade mouths, pointing to himself dramatically. Although you shake your head in disagreement, you beam in response.
Reluctantly, you pull away from Wade’s body, but still keep contact in the form of hand-holding. You grab the cup of tea he made for you.
“It’s cool this morning, huh?” you comment, blowing your tea before taking a sip.
“Yeah, fall’s officially here to eat our ass out,” he mirrors you, drinking some of his coffee. “Not that I’m complaining—you know I love me some PSLs.”
You glance at the color of his coffee.
“Wade, I’m not sure pumpkin spice lattes can even compete with how sweet and creamy you take your coffee.”
“What are you talking about? I add just a teeny, tiny pinch of cream and sugar,” he protests.
“You drink coffee the worst way, bub,” Logan pipes up, surprisingly listening in on the pointless conversation.
“Okay, Mr. I-Drink-Coffee-As-Dark-As-My-Empty-Soul,” Wade retorts with a roll of his eyes. He jerks a thumb toward the living room. “Get a load of this guy, am I right? Actually, on second thought, you did get a load of him last night. And me, of course.”
He winks at you and all you can do is shake your head, indulging in Wade’s humor. You gather your tea and another cup, then walk towards the couch. Setting a cup of black coffee on a coaster in front of Logan and placing your tea beside it, you settle next to him. He drags his attention away from the TV and reaches out for you, touching the back of your bare thigh.
“Thanks, baby,” he says, rubbing his thumb tenderly over your skin. You squeeze his hand in response, a silent “Of course” conveyed.
“Did Wade wake you up?” you ask.
Logan shakes his head. “No, I was up before sunrise. Had a hard time fallin’ back asleep.”
“Was it really bad last night?” you ask in concern, reaching out to stroke his face.
“No, it was fine,” he assures. “Sleep’s been better since we started this.”
This obviously implying the unconventional relationship you three share, but it works, even if Logan’s not keen to admit how he has a soft spot for Wade. Logan leans into you for a kiss, his grin spreading as he does so. It’s hard not to mirror his smile.
The kissing is innocent, but only for so long.
“You look so fuckin’ good in just my shirt, y’know that?” he murmurs, tugging you flush to his body. His calloused hands trail up your legs and underneath his shirt that you’re wearing. A low moan follows.
“Hey, invite me if you’re gonna be fucking on my couch without me!” Wade exclaims, suddenly flopping across Logan’s lap and your body. You groan, trying to support the weight of your two muscle-bound boyfriends.
“It’s Al’s couch!” you and Logan chorus, barely managing to keep your balance.
“And don’t you forget it!” Althea suddenly says, her voice muffled behind her bedroom door.
Logan shifts to press closer against Wade while still holding onto you. Your other boyfriend dips his head, kissing you fervently. His coffee breath is unmistakable, but you couldn't care less, especially when you feel Wade pressing his rising hardness against you.
“Also, besides my usual warning about keeping it down, if you’re gonna fuck on the couch again, please wipe it down after,” Blind Al calls out, still behind the door.
“Yes, Al,” all three of you respond in unison in your tangled harmony.
Before long, plaid shirts are tossed aside, along with the rest of everyone’s bed wear. You keep your moans and whines to a minimum for Al’s sake (or at least you try to).
You welcome the oncoming weather of fall with your bodies pressed up against each other, exchanging warmth in the chill morning.
And of course, besides sleeping in, you remember why Sunday mornings are your absolute favourite.