"Spot," Race murmurs, lips pressed against his sleeping boyfriend's neck as he trailed feather-light kisses all along the area. Spot had already slept through his alarm three times in twelve minutes, and it was about to go off again.
'If I have to listen to that damn siren noise one more time.. He's a dead man.' Race thinks.
Anthony continues attempting to wake his boyfriend gently, but gives up as the alarm rings through a fourth time at the fifteen minute mark. He decides it's time to slightly modify his plan of attack. He repositions himself so that his lips are hovering over the area he knew a kiss would make Spot Conlon weak in the knees (his collarbone) and proceeds to suck a hickey there.
Spot's eyes flutter open and he let's out a quiet whine, tilting his head back to allow Race further access. The latter just smirks and pulls away.
"Time to gets yerself up and turn off ya alarm, Spotty. You's gots ta work today," Race says quietly as Spot whines again, this time from loss of contact.
"Can't you's just call in sick fo' me?" Spot pleads. He doesn't want to leave the house. He looks up at his boyfriend with his best puppy dog eyes (though no one else has ever seen them except Race, of course, because no one else is ever allowed to know how much of a softie the king of Brooklyn is when he's tired) and Race can only sigh because 'Dammit that boy is gonna be the death o' me' and pick up his phone to call Spot's boss.
"Yeah, hello?" Race asks as the man picks up the phone. Spot sits up with a shit-eating grin and begins to trail kisses all along Race's jaw back to his ear, where he begins to nibble at the sensitive skin.
"I'm Spot's roommate, and he's -- Ah! -- sorry sir, he jus' near fell over. He's way too sick to come in, um, inta' work today," Race lies as smoothly as he can. Spot continues his assault, continuing to bite and suck a trail downward to where Race's neck meets his shoulder.
"Yeah, he's in a lotta pain, Sir," Race says shakily. He desperately tries to push Spot away from him but to no avail.
"Thank you sir. Yes, I'll take good care of him. Have a nice day," he responds to the man on the phone one last time before hanging up and setting his phone on the bedside table. "You gots today and -- mmh... -- tomorrow off, but then it's back to work with ya."
This time it's Race's turn to whine as Spot pulls away. "You's the best," Spot states with a grin, kissing his boyfriend on the lips.
"I know," Race responds as he returns the smile. He presses another quick kiss to Spot's lips and presses the rest of his body closer as well, "Now quit ya gabbin' an' show me what them lips is really good for." he demands, and Spot is more than happy to comply.
