This is my Fluff version of the JBC picture that Jeff posted in IG.
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The sun is already setting but Damon's sleeping figure is still in bed, beside him sat his boyfriend Anawin who is watching him sleep.
Damon moved, stirred in his sleep before his eyes fluttered open. He smiled upon seeing Anawin face looking down at him, smiling and keeping his stray hair tucked away. "Good morning..." He mumbled softly as he moved his body closer to Anawin, snuggling his face close to his boyfriend's tummy and his arms around the younger's waist.
Anawin let out a hearty laugh that made Damon look up at him in confusion. "Good morning?" He asked.
Damon only nodded and repeated his words "Good morning, baby." Sweeter this time.
Anawin leaned down to Damon, closer to his boyfriend's face before pecking on the older man's lips. "The sun is setting, it's almost 6 in the evening, babe." He calmly said.
Damon blinked a few times, still confused. He looked around the room and what welcomed him was the yellow and orange hue from the sunset that perfectly mixes together, giving this warm light inside Anawin's bedroom. "Oh..." He mumbled.
He sat up from the bed, situated himself beside his boyfriend, and leaned down his head on Anawin's shoulders. His arms tighten around his boyfriend's waist.
"You were sleeping for almost 20 hours, Damon." Anawin softly said, his hand now brushing his boyfriend's messy hair. They feel soft and smooth against his fingers—long and straight. He loves brushing his boyfriend's hair, and he knows that Damon loves it too—so much. "You went straight to bed when you got home last night. I don't have the heart to wake you up this morning because you look so tired."
"Hmmm..." Damon hummed as he nuzzled his face in his boyfriend's neck, inhaling the fruity scent Anawin was emitting. He just took a bath—Damon noted. "A client wanted me to rush 2 paintings and I got the inspiration last night." He added. He slowly ran his hand inside Anawin's shirt, letting his calloused hands feel the smooth and delicate skin of his boyfriend. His hand settled on Anawin's tummy, drawing shapes and letters on the now exposed skin. "I'm sorry, I lost track of time and went home late last night."
Anawin only nodded. He let Damon nuzzle in his neck deeper until he felt his boyfriend's breath and lips keeping contact on his skin. He's also letting Damon touch his tummy, occasionally getting a playful pinch from his boyfriend. Anawin can only laugh. He likes it—loves it even, especially when Damon gets touchy with him.
Damon suddenly jerked and sat up straight. His face leaving the comfort of Anawin's neck and his arms leaving Anawin's bare torso. He was frowning, the creases on his forehead are deep, and it gets deeper every second that goes by.
"Does that mean we didn't go grocery shopping this morning?" He asked Anawin while looking all puzzled and confused.
Anawin only shook his head, he too, is now feeling confused with Damon's sudden action.
"We didn't go to the coffee shop downtown after lunch?"
"No, we didn't. I let you sleep in and I cooked lunch for myself. I ate while finishing my manuscript."
"Huh?"
"Babe, what's wrong?"
Damon only looks at him, staring at his face while thinking deeply. He blinked a few times, tilted his head to the side before sighing.
"That wasn't real?" He mumbled to himself but enough for Anawin to hear.
Anawin slowly piece things together and he smiled—widely and smugly at Damon. "You dreamed of me, didn't you?" His brows moving up and down, proudly looking at his boyfriend who is now puckering his lips in a pout. Fuck, that's cute!
Damon nodded at him and Anawin found it so cute that he leaned down for a peck on Damon's puckered lips.
It's now Anawin's turn to wrap his arms around his big baby, nuzzling his head on Damon's chest that made his boyfriend let out a purr. "Did you finish your commissions?"
Damon nodded. He did. He was in the mood last night and thousands of inspirations flooded his head, probably the main reason why he lost track of time. He was lost in his own world and just let his mind and his hand work on their own. Every stroke of his brush gives color to the once plain canvas, giving it a new life.
"I will finish my manuscript tonight so we can go grocery shopping tomorrow and visit that new café downtown after lunch, how about that?"
"Date?"
"Yes. Damon and Anawin time."
"Babe and baby time." Damon chuckled.
Anawin nodded with his own chuckle mixing with Damon, making a beautiful harmony that only they could make.
"But first!" Anawin moved his head from Damon's chest and leaned his back on the headboard. "Let me make you something to eat. You haven't eaten anything yet and I'm pretty sure you didn't eat anything last night either."
"I want waffles." Damon quickly said.
"Waffles? Babe, it's almost dinner."
"Waffles can be eaten for dinner too."
"How about pancakes?"
"Waffles." Damon firmly said.
"Pancakes are easier to make, Damon."
"But I want waffles."
"I don't know where I kept the waffle maker." No. He knows. Anawin knows exactly where he kept their appliances.
"3rd cabinet on top of the microwave."
Anawin groaned before crossing his arms over his chest. "Pancakes."
Damon sighed, he knows he will never win against his boyfriend. "Fine, pancakes."
Anawin launches himself back into Damon's arms, raining soft and light kisses all over his boyfriend's face making Damon laugh. "You're the best boyfriend ever Mr. Damon the Painter."
Anawin left a one long peck on Damon's lips before jumping off the bed and running out of the room, going straight to the kitchen to make pancakes for dinner.
Damon stayed in bed, sitting at the side of the bed, his body leaning forward and his head hanging low. His shoulders are shaking from laughing too much. Damn, he loves his boyfriend so much.
"Anawin! Let me paint your new story's book cover, baby!"
Damon screamed from the bedroom. He stood and followed his boyfriend towards the kitchen—leaving the room with the now deep orange hue from the sunset.
