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It's a saturday morning. Mike slowly flutters his eyes open, first noticing the sunrays peeking through the curtains. Next his attention is fully on Will, who is sleeping on his side : belly pressed against Mike's side, cheek leaned on Mike's chest and other hand reached over to Mike's further arm, holding it slightly. Mike's closer arm is gently wrapped around his boyfriend.
Mike gently places his hand behind Will's neck, then gently threading his fingers in his hair. Mike can't help the small smile tucking his lips. He loves seeing Will this peaceful. College has been absolutely kicking Will's ass, he's been stressed and barely getting any sleep. And Mike is more than willing to lay here until his love is ready to wake up, he truly needs the rest.
Mike takes a quick glance at the clock. 9.35 am. He closes his eyes again, gently petting Will's soft hair. He can feel Will's slow breaths against his chest, can smell the vanilla shampoo Will uses. His sweet bunny.
In twenty minutes or so, Mike can tell Will is starting to wake up. His grip on his arm softly tightens, his parted lips close and he starts sifting. Before Mike can even react, Will lazily struggles to lift his leg over Mike's waist. Mike chuckles quietly before his boyfriend plops down on him, his full body weight now on top him. "Well hi there.." Mike murmurs, lifting his hand on Will's lower back. "Hi.."
Mike loves this feeling. The feeling of Will's weight on him, the way Will clings onto him. He's so proud to be the safe space for Will.
"Did you get enough sleep, bun?" Mike asks quietly, wrapping his arms properly around his boyfriend's middle. "Mhm.. Yeah, for once."
"I'm glad." Mike replies, before Will presses his cheek against Mike's.
They lay like that for a good while. Mike slowly slides his hands on Will's soft love handles and gives them a gentle pat before grabbing onto them. He can't help himself, he loves feeling Will's soft plush under his touch.
Will lifts his head, finally giving Mike a good look of his face. They both just smile, staring in each other's eyes. Mike gives Will's lips a few careful pecks. "You're so pretty." Mike whispers, earning a shy giggle from his boyfriend.
Minutes pass by before Mike's other hand reaches for his phone. "I thought about ordering breakfast, you down for that?" He asks, taking a quick look at his boyfriend again. "Mhm.. honestly, sounds amazing." Will replies, smiling a bit.
Soon the order is placed, now they just need to wait. "Want some rubs while we wait?" Mike asks with a hopeful tone in his voice. Will doesn't reply; he just rolls off of Mike, settling down on his back.
Mike's hand slowly finds the slight curve of Will's tummy while he rolls onto his side. He holds his head up with his other arm. His hand gives Will's soft stomach a few gentle squeezes before lifting his hand on Will's upper belly. His palm starts rubbing gentle, small circles on the pudge. Will fully melts to the touch, closing his eyes again.
Will lets out the softest sigh, one that comes from somewhere deep in his chest. Mike watches the tension leave his boyfriend’s face inch by inch. His brows smooth out, his lips part slightly, and his arms fall loosely at his sides.
“Good?” Mike murmurs, his thumb tracing slow circles just above Will’s navel. “Mm… yeah,” Will hums, voice still thick with sleep. “You do this so well.”
Mike grins at that, leaning down to press a gentle kiss just below Will’s ribs. “A skill I’ve perfected.”
Will cracks one eye open. “Dedicated to your craft, I see.” “Very serious about it,” Mike replies.
His hand drifts lazily over Will’s stomach, not in a teasing way, just warm and steady. He feels the softness beneath his palm, the rise and fall of each breath. Will’s hand eventually finds Mike’s wrist, holding it there like an anchor.
“You’re warm,” Will mumbles.
“So are you.”
“No, like… safe warm.” Will’s eyes open properly now, meeting Mike’s. There’s no joking in them. Just honesty.
Mike’s chest tightens in that good, overwhelming way. He shifts closer, brushing his nose lightly against Will’s. “You are safe,” he says quietly. “Always.”
Will swallows, then smiles. "School can abuse me later. I’m off duty.”
“Doctor’s orders,” Mike agrees. “Cuddles. Maybe waffles.. I'm the doctor."
“Waffles?” Will perks up slightly.
“Waffles,” Mike confirms. “With strawberries. And that ridiculous amount of whipped cream you pretend is reasonable.” Will gasps dramatically. “It is reasonable.”
“Sure, bun.”
Will pokes his side weakly, but he’s smiling brighter now. Mike leans down and presses another kiss to his lips, lingering this time. When he pulls back, Will follows just a little, chasing the warmth. They both chuckle quietly.
The room lights golden with the morning sun. The world outside can wait. Mike keeps his hand resting on Will’s stomach, thumb moving in slow strokes while Will shifts closer again, tucking his face into the crook of Mike’s neck this time.
“Wake me when the food’s here,” Will murmurs.
“I will.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Will presses one last sleepy kiss against Mike’s collarbone before going still again. Within minutes, his breathing evens out, soft and steady.
Mike watches him for a while, memorizing the way the light catches his hair, the way his lashes rest against his cheeks. He tightens his arms just a little.
He doesn’t mind waiting. Not when this is what waiting looks like.