Jesus, Tom hadn't slept so well for... well, for ages! Like a baby.
And when he woke, there was a warm body underneath his, hands stroking his back, his hair... this wonderful scent that was Jason. He was comfortable on every end and probably could have stayed like this forever if he hadn't had to pee...
"Morning, darling," his boyfriend's soft voice whispered into his ear, "How did you sleep?"
"Oh god...," Tom sighed and looked up a little to see that Jason was smiling beautifully. "Heaven. And you? Have we ruined your back?"
Jason huffed. "I'll live. But it was beautiful to fall asleep and wake up next to you, love." He smiled and drew Tom in for a gentle kiss.
Tom noticed how he melted against Jason immediately and loved to kiss him. Even if – "Your breath still smells like you had a pizza with a lot of onions yesterday," he grinned.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Jason replied and sounded genuinely embarrassed. He actually backed off a little bit and smiled apologetically. "I didn't even think about it anymore."
Tom was surprised for a moment, then he had to snort amusedly and grabbed Jason's cheeks. "Are you stupid? It doesn't bother me, I was just – " He decided to act instead of talk and kissed his boyfriend again.
Jason returned his kiss gently, but he still seemed hesitant. "No, it's fine, Tom, really, we don't have to do this right now..."
Tom hesitated. "Do I smell?" he asked then with a small grin.
"No, not at all," Jason replied immediately, "I just meant – I didn't want to be pushy."
"You're not pushy at all," Tom smiled lovingly, "I want to kiss you. May I please?"
Jason smiled. "You may," he said and fortunately relaxed into Tom's next kiss.
"Mmh, we have to find me a nice bed today," he murmured eventually when he let go of Jason's lips again. "More space. Better for your old back."
Jason laughed. "Are you getting cheeky again, boy?" he asked and started to tickle Tom, "You wouldn't dare, would you?"
Tom had to laugh until he couldn't breathe anymore, but was bold enough to remind Jason of his dirty T-shirt at the end. "I mean, you could just say it's paint if anyone should ask..."
"Sure," Jason replied and raised his eyebrows, "I'll probably say that. Or we can just stop at my place and I get changed quickly. Now, should we have a shower, darling? Unfortunately, I can't make you breakfast because you haven't really been shopping yet, but we could grab a bite on the way, hm?"
Tom chuckled. "You would make me breakfast? Really?"
"Of course I would," Jason replied as if he didn't even understand why he was asking.
"What would you not do for me?" Tom laughed.
Jason laughed as well. "I can't think of anything, love," he then replied, "Now come on, let's go have a shower, my back's really killing me and we'll have to carry your big and comfortable bed upstairs today..."
"Fuck me, yes," Tom groaned. "Thank god it's only the second floor..."
But the bed was worth it. It had caught Tom's eyes immediately and Jason had liked it too. And it shouldn't be that heavy since most of the pieces were wrought iron... the Queen Size mattress probably would be the heaviest stuff.
"Ah, there you go," Jason mumbled. He had dragged Tom into the bathroom section of the furniture store and apparently had finally found some washcloths to his liking. "Feel them. They are incredibly soft, aren't they?"
