"Hey! Wake up!" Gavin shoves the sleeping boy, pulling the covers off. "Nooooo five more minutes." He grumbles in response. Gavin shrugs, and continues to brush his teeth.
Michael yawns. Stretching his arms and cracking his back.
He creeps up behind Gavin and tackles him onto the bed.
"Ah Michael you mong! Get off!" Gavin yelps, getting his arms pinned down by a shirtless Michael.
"Stop struggling! I wrote you a poem." Gavin stills, curious but suspicious.
"Roses are red, mornings are hard, I suck at poetry, dr.pepper." Then Michael grabs a random soda can and drinks it's contents.
"Michael, that was beautiful love." Gavin smiles and leans up to kiss his boi.
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