All The Ways We Touch [BxB]

fifty-one - a view to remember pt. one

Morning came early, sunlight shining through the large window to illuminate the room in soft light. As neither had woken up to add more wood, the fire was in the process of burning out, the remaining log charred nearly down to the core which could no longer hold back the cold.

When the sunlight reached the bed nook, Jamison was the first to wake. Unlike Elliot, who had hefted the blankets up over his face at some point, Jamison enjoyed waking with the sun on his face. At home, he'd grown accustomed to waking to an alarm rather than the sun—not that he'd bothered to try and convince Elliot to remove the blackout curtains from their bedroom—so it was a nice reprieve.

However, because of Elliot's burrowing, he was like a heater and Jamison found it difficult to want to get out of bed. Still, there were only so many hours to enjoy on their trip and he didn't want to sleep them away, even if Elliot would probably be content to lay around in bed all day.

After cake and watching a couple of movies, they'd fallen asleep with Jamison spooning Elliot and woken up in the same formation, their bodies aligned, and one arm wrapped around him to hold him close. It was a content slumber that had led to peaceful dreams, a kindness that didn't go unappreciated.

Kissing Elliot's back, he glided his hand up his stomach and over his chest. "Elli," he murmured, trying to gently coax him awake. If it wouldn't have freaked him out, Jamison would've left him to sleep while he went outside to stretch on the deck but he figured that it would utterly terrify him to wake up with him gone, and the last thing he wanted to do was to trigger his abandonment anxiety.

Groaning softly, Elliot was dragged from the black abyss of a dreamless sleep. "It's still dark," he muttered as he rolled over, his hand limply pushing against Jamison's chest. "I'll cuddle you..."

With a soft chuckle, Jamison took his hand and brought it to his lips, kissing his palm. "It's very much light out, sunshine," he said, "sorry to disappoint you."

That elicited an even louder groan. "Is there any way to convince you to stay in bed?"

"No, sorry." Setting his hand down, he sat up, frowning at the cold. "I'm going to go outside and stretch," he said, "but you can sleep some more. I promise I'll stay on the deck."

While the temptation of going back to sleep was nearly overwhelming, Elliot begrudgingly pushed back the blankets, frowning as the sunlight hit his face, and the cold clashed against the warmth in his cheeks. "I shouldn't sleep the morning away," he said, yawning loudly.

While he would've preferred to go back to sleep, he couldn't knowing that he wouldn't hear if something went wrong and Jamison needed his help. It was irrational, and he knew that, but it was still going to keep him awake regardless.

Raising a brow, Jamison cocked his head to the side, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Since when?"

"While we're out here," Elliot grumbled, sitting up and frowning at the sight of the nearly dead fire. "It's too early for you to be a brat."

"But you love it when I'm a brat." Leaning over, Jamison kissed his cheek before getting up. Goosebumps sprang up across his bare skin as soon as he was out from under the blankets and away from the human heater that was Elliot. "Fuck, it's cold," he hissed, turning to the dresser.

That was true, though his brattiness was a little less charming when it was just past sunrise and so cold that Elliot's muscles had already tensed. "I'll get the fire going so you can warm up when you're done," he said, "and I'll make some breakfast. And coffee, lots of coffee." It and Jamison's happiness would have to be enough to fuel him and pull him out of his drowsiness.

After pulling out their lounge pants, he tossed Elliot's pair onto the bed and then pulled his on, trying to ignore that even the fabric had a chill. "Since when do you cook?"