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“Cay, I have to get up…” Trey’s voice was little more than a gravelly rumble, his usual mellow tone tinged with a residual sleepy drawl from having just woken up. He was greeted by the welcome (albeit blurred) sight of his boyfriend curled around him like a koala, legs tightly wrapped around his and arms encircling his midsection when he blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes.
“No,” Cater murmured into his abdomen, pulling him closer once he shut off the obnoxiously ringing alarm clock.
A chuckle escaped him, and he gently carded his fingers through Cater’s tangled strands, in a state of frizziness only Trey had the privilege of seeing. “You know I have things to do.” He gently attempted to push Cater off of him, but he held fast, and Trey would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted to flop back into bed with his beautiful boyfriend. “C’mon, Cay.”
“Mm-mm.” Unrelentingly, Cater only buried himself further into him, humming with content as his face mushed against his chubby midsection. “Stay.”
“Cater…” Trey fell silent for long enough for Cater to slowly blink his eyes up at him, gorgeous jades draped by his light fluttering eyelashes, not yet curled or painted with mascara. All natural. Trey liked this side of Cater as much as he liked the dolled-up, prettified version he presented to the public. “I already promised Riddle I would help him today.”
Cater’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout that Trey would label immature if it was on anyone but Cater. On Cater, however, it was as childish as it was impossibly endearing. “You like Riddle more than me.”
“Yeah.” Trey hooked his arms under Cater’s armpits, tugging him up and rotating him to lay on top of him. “I like Riddle so much more than you.”
“Meanie.” Cater smiled lazily, eyes still lidded with sleep as he gazed through his lashes into Trey’s hazels. “You hate me so much.”
“So much,” Trey repeated with a grin, one hand resting on the lumbar curvature of his back and the other returning to play with his hair idly. “And I definitely don’t like sharing a room with you or waking up to you in my bed at all.”
Cater giggled, a light and airy sound that pleasantly resounded in Trey’s ears. “You’re so handsome,” he mused, pushing Trey’s hair out of his face and simply observing his features. His eyes traced the sharp curve of his jaw, his narrow eyes, his full lips curled at the edges. “You look so pretty right after you wake up.” He dragged down his hands to rest on Trey’s cheeks, and his hair fluffed back down over his forehead.
“Pretty?” Trey murmured in response, leaning into the gentle touch of his hands. “No, that’s you.”
“Nuh-uh,” Cater grinned, bending to kiss Trey’s chin. “You’re the one who woke up looking like a model.”
Trey returned the kiss, pressing one to the space between Cater’s brows. “I thought we established that you’re the pretty one and I’m the average-looking one.”
“Nuh-uh!” Cater pounded a light fist against Trey’s chest. “We said I’m the pretty one and you’re the handsome one.”
“Okay, okay,” Trey relented with a smile, catching Cater’s wrist and pressing a kiss to each knuckle of his curled fist. His glittery red nail polish was chipped; Trey was looking forward to what color he would choose next. “I still need to get up, pretty boy.”
“Can’t you just say you’re feeling sick, so you’re staying in your room?” Cater huffed, burying his face in the crook of Trey’s neck. “He calls you, like, every Saturday to help him.”
“Yeah. That’s ‘cause—” Trey cut himself off with a long yawn. “—That’s ‘cause Saturday is the day that works best for us.” He guided Cater up off of him slightly, just enough distance to squish his cheeks in one hand. “C’mon, baby. Off.”
As always, Cater immediately folded to the pet name, rolling off him with a groan intermingled with several complaints. Trey slowly rose to sit on the edge of the bed, cracking his back and letting out deep yawns that brought tears to his eyes before grappling for his glasses. He heard a tiny humored huff from Cater as he struggled, to which he responded by reaching behind him and covering Cater’s face with his hand as his other hand finally secured his glasses.
“Come back to bed when you’re done,” Cater grumbled as Trey ambled over to his closet and pulled out one of his dorm uniforms.
Trey raised a brow as he tugged his white shirt over his head, huffing out a laugh as Cater’s eyes followed his every movement. “I hope you’ll be out of bed by the time we’re done. You have things to do, too.”
“I’m gonna rot in bed today,” Cater hummed, pulling Trey’s clover-shaped pillow to his chest as a poor replacement for his boyfriend. “Don’t feel like doing anything.”
“Nothing?” Trey pulled his jacket over his shoulders before removing his pants. “Not even a date?”
Cater fell silent for a moment. “Depends.”
“Didn’t you mention wanting to visit that one café in town that’s trending?”
“Don’t feel like waiting in long lines.”
“We could go to the mall.”
“Too many people. It’s a weekend.”
“What if we just went to the beach?”
That made Cater fall silent thoughtfully. He really didn’t want to do anything more than lay in bed with Trey and cuddle, but he knew Trey would be upset if he didn’t get up at all. Plus, the sunset on the beach was always nice. They could get some cute pictures together with the lighting.
“Okay,” he acquiesced, wearing a small smile that Trey matched. “Beach later.”
Trey crouched at his side to press a chaste, tender kiss to his lips. “I’ll come back as soon as I’m done, okay? Love you. Make sure to at least brush your teeth.”
Cater chuckled, leaning into his boyfriend’s warm touch. “I will, I will.” He still felt exhausted beyond belief, but as always, Trey knew just how to make him feel lighter. “Love you, too.”
The door clicked shut behind Trey, and Cater blankly stared at it for a few moments before slowly rising into a seated position. He yawned, blinking away his sleepy tears and stretching before easing his legs off the bed and rising. All he needed to do was brush his teeth, then he could go back to bed and wait for Trey so they could have their beach date.
And then, at the end of the day, he would drag him back into bed and never let go.