Every Boy's Fantasy - PART TWO of Guns & Roses

Morning Sunshine

Christian woke up and it was safe to say he was feeling the night prior.

Every square inch of him felt demolished, manhandled, and really, had he woken up any other manner than had he done right then, he might have had a hard time facing down the variety of blonde demons that now comprised his day-to-day life.

It helped immensely though, waking up completely nestled into Darren's body, thoroughly entangled and blistering hot between that body heat, sweats, and the throw over him. It reminded him immediately of Caleb's midnight arrival and departure, and was glad to death he did. Otherwise, he was sure he would have gotten up and sprinted his ass out the door to find that man and plea his case.

As it was, it wasn't the case, and thank God for it, because honestly, he had had a really great evening. Sex aside, he had had a lot of fun, a lot of conversation that was good for the soul, and he woke up, other than the immense aches, feeling...good. Second day in a row.

Go figure.

He yawned, shifted the blanket aside, sweltering entirely, and rubbed his face before he sat up, and just stripped the damn sweatshirt off and draped it onto the back of the couch.

Darren shifted under him, in a long roll, and just put a hand on his back. "It's too early, Chris. Come lay back down." He mumbled it.

Chris yawned again, and honestly, that sounded pretty good. He flopped back and squirmed to find a position that wasn't quite so stacked, and ended up instead in the curve of his body, found the remote, and tiredly flipped the TV back on.

Darren didn't even bother to open his eyes, just slipped an arm around him under that smooth bicep and stretched out.

"Every single thing, on my body hurts." Chris did groan softly and winced. "I feel like I ran a marathon."

Darren smiled, and just propped his chin on the top of his fluffy head, pet his bared skin, and frankly, it was too early for him to have a lick of sympathy. "It's what you get for being so damn tempting. Now hush."

Christian just laughed softly, found a random sitcom, and let it be, pulled Darren's hand up against his chest, and tucked back in, content just like that at least until he had to take a piss.

After a minute, Darren did ask, "Did you grab the blanket last night?"

"No. Caleb came in and dropped it off."

That gave Darren pause, he opened his eyes and felt compelled to glance around just in case he was there with a loaded shotgun or something, but, found nothing but an empty room, the blanket from his bed on them instead, and one very lovely naked shoulder and stretch of neck in his field of vision, and just flopped his head back down. "Fuck it. If he wants me dead, I'm sure he'll tell me all about it."

"I dunno. He seemed fine." Chris offered softly, decided he hated the show, and flipped it to another one. "I asked if he wanted me to come to bed, and he told me not to bother."

Now that was interesting and made Darren smile in bemusement. "Hmm, you don't say?" Apparently, Caleb wasn't feeling homicidal, and that was great news. He patted that almost bare curve of Chris' hip. "Move I gotta take a piss."

Chris just rolled forward a whole fraction of an inch to the edge and drew his legs upwards, and Darren had to flip and flop and finally just rolled over him entirely much to Chris's humor, and pushed his head down into the cushion just because on his way.

Chris laughed softly, reshifted, feeling way too light and breezy, watched him vanish into the bathroom, and caught him on the way out. "Will you get coffee?"

He paused, tying his drawstring. "What am I? Your maid?" He went to the com anyway and ordered coffee before he turned and went to the larger cabinet over by his bed. It looked like a curio, but had no glass, and was really just a fancy-looking space to hide all his junk, and hobby stuff, and this morning, he was feeling pretty inspired. "Christian, come here for a sec."