Heavenly Brews

Chapter Sixteen

Gabriel's POV

I wake up to the sound of sniffing, and when I open my eyes Hooch is just about in my face and his nose is twitching rapidly. With a satisfied snort he jumps off the bed and I become aware of the feeling of being pinned down. When I try to move I discover it's not easy, but I manage to turn over and come face to chest with Sam. He tightens his grip and pulls me to him, or would if I weren't already pressed against him. Eventually his arms relax, and he sighs while nudging his head into the pillow.

Normally I'd be plenty happy to fall back asleep, but I slept so much yesterday that I'm wide awake. Deciding to make breakfast, I try to dislodge myself from Sam's hold but his muscles tighten again as he holds me, linking an ankle around one of mine to keep me with him. I smile and stretch my neck to kiss his jaw, and try to move again but this time he slurs out a "Noooo. Stay."

I don't have an argument to that, so I snuggle against the warm gigantor teddy bear that is a sleepy Sam until his alarm goes off. Instinctively he leans over to turn it off, but ends up pressing me into the mattress in the not fun way.

"Gerroffm," I try to say. Sam leans back but rewraps me in his arms. He yawns and raises his eyebrow in question.

"I said, 'Get off of me'."

His lips pull into a sleepy smirk, "As you wish." He rolls away then looks back with coy smile to see my reaction.

"Well I meant when you were smushing me. Come 'ere you," I snark back and use him as a pillow. He laughs and gets out of bed, much to my protest. The complaint has barely left my lips when he scoops me up bridal-style and I wrap my arms around his neck to help. In the kitchen he sets me on the counter, and I don't unlatch my hands. Sam gets the point, and leans in to kiss me, moving between my legs and rubbing circles into my hips with his thumbs.

"Good morning," I mumble against his lips.

Sam licks my bottom lip before sliding his tongue over mine teasingly, "Good morning."

When he moves away I pout, but he ignores me as he looks through the cabinets for breakfast. I enjoy the view as his shirt rides up just enough for me to see a strip of skin above his boxer line. Swinging my legs over the side of the counter, I watch as he picks out a box of Lucky Charms and sets it on the table with two bowls and spoons. After he's grabbed cups, milk, and a bowl of fruit, he turns to me and I make grabby hands at him. He rolls his eyes, but strides over anyway and turns around so I can clamber onto his back. I do so, and lift one hand in the air to point at the food as I say, "Onward majestic moose!"

I hear him huff, but when he sets me down I see him fighting, and losing, to keep his smile contained. We eat quietly, but I slide my foot down his calf at random moments while keeping a straight face, and the first time Sam looks at me strangely, but I keep doing it, trying to be as creepy as possible until we burst out laughing.

"What-ahahah-are you-hahaha-doing?" Sam asks between fits of laughter.

I shrug, "I don't really know. You gave me Lucky Charms which claim to have magical properties. Add awkward morning moments and myself to the mix and who knows what will happen," I waggle my eyebrows at him and he smirks.

"You are one of a kind Gabe," he smiles softly.

"So are you kiddo," I grin back.

"Hey I am not that much younger than you," Sam gives me something I'd call an adoring and amused bitchface.

"But I AM older so you have respect my nickname choices Sam-I-Am," I say and stick my tongue out.

"Well at least I'm more mature," he smirks, and I feign hurt.