The quiet sizzle of food against the frying pan made the morning haze of silence break, and Sondre Justad playing at a low volume in the background did as well.
Sindre just barely bopped his head to the beat of Nu har du mæ while Jens cooked, clicking his tongue along to the song.
Jens cleared his throat before he spoke, getting the sleepy gunk out of his throat. "So, you sleep good?"
Sindre looked at him, quiet for a few seconds before he nodded casually and slowly. "I slept fine, takk."
"Warm enough?" Jens joked, turning to face him from the stove. "Or was your oh so tropical body freezing?"
Sindre exhaled a laugh through his nose, shaking his head and looking down before flicking his eyes back up. "Popsicle."
Jens laughed, moving closer and touching their foreheads together. The song changed to Desemberbarn as Sindre closed his eyes, giving into the slight sway of their bodies against the kitchen counter.
"Are you going home today?" Jens asked, taking Sindre's jaw in his hand tenderly and stroking his cheek with a thumb.
Sindre leaned into the touch, meeting his eyes with his own. "I am home." He placed his hands on Jens' shoulders, rubbing their noses together. "Home...is where you are."
They gravitated towards each other and met in a soft kiss, Sindre wrapping his arms loosely around Jens' neck and shoulders. Their foreheads remained in contact when they brought their lips apart, and Sindre let out an exhale.
"Jeg elsker dig, Sindre."
"Jeg elsker deg også."
Jens' other hand snaked around Sindre's waist, and they met in more kisses, gentle bits of heavenly bliss.
"Min skat."
"Min sol."
Mornings were nice, at times.
