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Logan woke up to the mid morning sun filtering through the thin curtains. Regretting not getting better ones despite living in this apartment for months now. But in the gentle light, he turns and sees Oscar sound asleep. Eyes closed peacefully as his mouth is slightly open, chest rising and falling. At some point in the night the blanket had become tangled around his legs. Chest exposed and shorts riding up ever so slightly.
Logan doesn’t want to get up. He wants to frame this moment and keep it forever. Golden light catching Oscar’s hair, the birds cooing outside, the little furrow of Oscar’s eyebrows in his sleep. The way Logan can just hold him so gently, basking in the warmth of his boyfriend. He doesn’t know how long he stays like that, just soaking in the moment. Until Oscar starts to stir, sleepily snuggling into Logan’s embrace. Logan kisses his forehead, holding him even tighter.
“Morning sleeping beauty, want me to bring you a coffee?” He says quietly, knowing Oscar and mornings were not friends.
“Too early.” Oscar mutters lazily, holding Logan tighter.
“C’mon love, you can stay in bed all cozy, I’ll be back in a few.” with a kiss to Oscar’s cheek, Logan prys himself out of Oscar’s grip.
As he walks into the kitchen, he notes the time. They’ve stayed in bed til 11. No rush to get moving, no duties to worry over. Just the simple routine of making coffee in the little stovetop pot. The gentle clicking of the stove, the methodical prepping of the grounds, the bubbling noises of the brew. It only takes a few minutes before he pours two mugs, adding a little extra sugar to Oscar’s and a splash of milk to both. He empties the grounds into the compost bin before carefully walks back into the bedroom.
Oscar has bundled himself in the blanket, looking like a burrito as Logan’s heart melts a little more. He smiles as he sets the mugs on the nightstand, climbing in alongside the Aussie. Oscar melts into his side for a little while, before finally sitting up properly to drink his coffee, passing the other mug to Logan. They don’t talk for a while, there’s no real need to.
“I’m gonna hop in a shower.” Oscar says as he gets up with a groan.
“I’ll be in soon, gonna put the mugs by the sink.”
The water is hot, but not scalding as Oscar steps in, just letting it run over him as he continues to fully wake up. Within a few minutes, Logan steps in behind him, gently rubbing his shoulders. There’s nothing sexual to the touch, just tender care. Oscar wets his hair and moves so Logan can add shampoo, lathering it in. Oscar does the same for him once he rinses. They each do their own soap, Logan’s body wash makes more bubbles and he puts some on Oscar’s head, giggling as he does so. After the shower, they get dressed, stealing each other’s hoodies. Though at this point of their relationship ownership of a hoodie is really “who does it smell like most?”
Brunch is a mix of pastries and fruit, served with tea. Oscar decides to put on Cars, Saturday is meant for cartoons after all. Plus they’ve seen it enough times to have it as just background noise. Once the plates are set on the coffee table, Logan’s head is in Oscar’s lap, finger tracing mindless lines on his leg. Oscar leans down to kiss him then plays with his hair. They talk about the lore while the movie plays. Silly debates over who would be the best at random tasks, how cars are made, how they could die, what they would be like as cars. As the credits roll, they don’t immediately get up. Logan rolls over to look up at Oscar, who smiles fondly at him, pressing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.
Then Logan really sits up, still in Oscar’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. While Oscar’s hands find Logan’s waist. This kiss is more heated, slow but purposeful. Again and again their lips meet. There’s no rush to it, they have all the time in the world. This moment is just for them. Away from the hustle and bustle of the week, just two idiots who love each other. Sharing a home, a bed, a life they made together.