Sparks

Thirty

Chris' smile returned when he woke up the next morning and remembered who was next to him. He was naked, which was funny because he remembered falling asleep on the couch snuggled next to Jonny. It wasn't until about 2 AM that Jonny had woken him up in the middle of the night and requested to be fucked senseless in the bedroom.

He chuckled at the memory and Jonny tossed beside him, their chests now facing each other. "Good morning, gorgeous," Chris whispered, the compliment rolling off his tongue.

Jonny smiled and leaned in to give Chris a small peck on the lips. "Good morning."

Chris was slightly disappointed that Jonny hadn't called him by a pet name, but he supposed he'd have to work up for that. He touched Jonny's bare chest and recollections of the night before flooded back into his memory, slightly turning him on.

"Oh, thinking about last night are you?" Jonny teased, though he too was remembering last night's events and replayed them in his head, wishing he had been more awake for them.

Chris chuckled. "Yeah. You were fucking hot, J."

Jonny blushed. "I was just following your lead," he countered, making Chris laugh nervously.

"Did I do alright then?"

"It was marvelous. Definitely one I'll keep stored in the memory banks for awhile." He winked, making Chris laugh.

"The sex or the cock?"

They both laughed and Chris sat up, followed by Jonny. "I guess we should go be productive," Chris said. He grabbed Jonny's hand, who took it willingly. "How long are you staying, J?"

Jonny sighed. "Not as long as I'd like. I'll have to leave tomorrow."

Tomorrow. It still gave them a whole day together, and it the thought of Chris getting to spend the whole day with his boyfriend made him giddy with excitement.

"That still gives us all day together," Chris said with optimism. "I'm gonna take a shower and you can make breakfast, then we'll figure out our plans for the day."

"Um... actually... Chris?"

Chris turned around and Jonny blushed again. "Can I uh... join you in your shower?"

Chris smirked, already imagining the dirty things he could do. "Absolutely! I wanna get a better look at that arse."

Jonny laughed. "Shut up!"

"Yum."

After their shower, which left them both in a good mood, Jonny made them both breakfast. It was simple, but Chris had been insistent on eating breakfast at his flat.

"You still make the best cuppa in London," Chris said.

Jonny laughed. "But we're not in London right now, which means that someone here definitely makes a cuppa better than me."

"Well, even if it's not the best, it's made by the most handsome guitarist in the world." He kissed Jonny's cheek, who smiled.

"So what do you wanna do today, Chrissy?"

Chris took another bite of his eggs and thought for a moment. "There's a beach I've never really been to. We could go there," he suggested.

Jonny nodded. "Does that mean that we can get lunch on the beach and hold hands as we walk in the sunset?" He smirked, making Chris laugh.

"Sounds like you've already got the day planned out!"

"What can I say? I come prepared!" He finished up his eggs and rinsed his plate off in the sink before putting it in the dishwasher, despite Chris' pleas to let him worry about it.