the recovery project [2]

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aidan

"i'm really hungry," he says, staring at everett.

they've both been lying underneath the sheets all morning, cuddling and kissing a bit, but it's almost eleven a.m., and his stomach is rumbling. too bad the only thing in the fridge is an expired peach yogurt.

"want to make a grocery run? and there's a few movies that just came out; we can see one after?" everett plays with aidan's hair, combing through the brown locks with his fingers.

"mhm."

"let's get dressed then," everett smiles and stretches his legs as he gets off the bed.

aidan smirks, and grabs his boyfriend's arm, pulling it to make him stumble and fall back on the bed. he cups his face and presses his lips to his softly, tongue running along his lower lip.

"mm," everett sighs, and then pulls away. "come on, porter."

aidan shoves him and races to the bathroom. "you snooze you lose, brecks!"