Jake loved mornings. He hadn’t always, but it didn’t take long for them to grow on him. Not when now he had mornings where he would wake up to Avery’s tongue on his throat, arms having already gone around the other boy in his sleep. Mornings they would wake each other up with kisses and touches and sometimes arches and gasps and moans too. Mornings he would wake to Avery’s soft voice in his ear, to his smile and his I love yous and the soft pull of his fingers in his hair. Mornings where he would wake to Avery still asleep on his chest, and just watch him sleep, often the soft in and out of his breathing lulling him right back to sleep too.
In the mornings the world was theirs, nothing existing past the strip of sun bright over the end of the bed and the closed door of Jake’s room. In the morning it was only them, there were no siblings or parents or friends or ex boyfriends, there was no past, no problems, no worries. In the morning he could watch Avery wake up, face untouched yet by that day, free from anything other than sleep and that slow smile that was Jake’s.