Peaked in High School

Love Language

Everett's eyes blink open Saturday morning and his head immediately turns to look at whoever is breathing on him. He finds Beau still asleep pressed against his back with his head shoved into Everett's neck. Relaxing once he sees that it's Beau in his bed and not an intruder, he sinks further into the arms wrapped around him.

Waking up with Beau is almost the polar opposite of what it was like when he shared a bed with Charlotte. She was a morning person who always got up first, even on the weekends. On the rare occasion that she slept in, they still wouldn't cuddle because she had never been big into that or, honestly, any other form of physical affection outside of holding hands. As soon as he and Beau had gotten into bed last night, the taller man had latched onto him and pulled him close before passing out after a long day of talking out their feelings. Everett thought that they'd drift apart during their slumber, but it seems Beau had readjusted his grip on him so that they'd be more comfortable while still remaining flush against one another.

He suddenly hears an exhale from Beau out of sync from his previous rhythmic sleep pattern breathing. "Hey," Beau mumbles in a deep voice thick with sleep that Everett may or may not find extremely attractive.

"Mornin'," Everett greets in response while turning over in Beau's arms to stare up at him.

Beau's eyes still look tired, but he has the beginnings of a smile on his face while gazing down at the man in his arms. "How did'ya sleep, snook?"

Snorting at the nickname, Everett responds, "Pretty good. I'm not used to being the little spoon, but I liked it. Did you sleep alright?"

"I slept like a baby. You made a great teddy bear last night," Beau accentuates this statement by squeezing Everett's waist.

Everett laughs as he puts his arms around Beau's neck. He presses a kiss to the corner of Beau's mouth before responding, "I'm happy to be of service." Beau closes his eyes with a small smile on his face and drags Everett in closer so his face is pressed against Beau's bare chest.

They lay in silence for a couple minutes while trying to will themselves to get out of their warm, comfy cocoon. Everett would've forced himself to get up sooner, but Beau had started gently rubbing his hand up and down his back underneath his old sleep shirt. He hasn't felt this relaxed in ages.

"You hungry?" Beau eventually whispers, not wanting to disturb the quiet moment between the two of them. Everett wants to say no, but his stomach growls loudly as if on a cue to dispute the claim that he hadn't yet made. "Well, that answers that," Beau laughs while sitting up. Everett's head is still on Beau's chest, so he begrudgingly rises with him.

"Let's lay here for a few more minutes," Everett whines while lightly tugging at Beau's left arm, trying to get him to go back to his horizontal state. This sort of works since Beau stops trying to fully get up and instead leans back against the headboard of the bed, but doesn't lay down completely like Everett wants him to.

He laughs and runs a hand through Everett's hair. "We shouldn't stay here too long. I want to get food in you before you get hangry."

"I don't get hangry!" Everett argues, jokingly glaring up at Beau. Both of his arms have Beau's left arm trapped in his hold. Meanwhile, Beau's right hand reaches across to brush soothingly through Everett's hair.

"You for sure do. Remember the other week when you were basically giving me the silent treatment that one afternoon? You didn't talk to me until I got a pizza delivered to the house. As soon as you tossed back a slice of pep' everything was suddenly chill again," Beau smirks as he recalls this memory.

Refusing to look at the smug man, Everett instead holds onto Beau's left arm tighter and presses his face into his bicep. "Shut up," he says, but it comes out muffled. He can hear Beau chuckle at his juvenile response which makes him feel embarrassingly giddy.