Awareness came back to him slowly, blinking, refusing to let this morning go any further then the warm press of bare skin to his own and the fingers slipping through his hair…
Jack was sitting up against the head of the bed, fingers moving rhythmically, watching as Jake stretched lightly as he woke, murmuring sleepily and pressing his face half into the pillow, half into Jack’s side. He yawned finally, fingers feeling their way across Jack’s chest and feeling the way Jack’s breathed hitched a couple times from the almost tickling touch to sensitive skin. Jake looked up at him then, eyes still dark and heavy with sleep.
Jack was caught between wanting to say good morning, that’d mean they’d have to get up, and go back to sleep, which would mean Jake would close his eyes once more. He did neither, but slid further down against the other boy and the two of them just curled into each other.