Touch Me

Comely

I woke in Kevin's bed, with hickeys across my body, primarily on my neck and thighs.

The window was still completely open, the sun shining brightly through. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest and stomach, three bruises on his neck. The scene was quite serene. Incredibly pleasing to the eyes.

The birds outside emitting a high pitched chirp, I set my head back to the pillow, tracing my hand up his side. His skin was warm to the touch, a change to the feeling of my own cold hands. Just as I shut my eyes, he squirmed, yawning.

"Mmh.. Good morning, Beautiful..." He smiled as he realized I was awake,

"Good morning."

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, shutting his eyes again and pulling my forehead to his chest.

"I slept well. I'm still tired, though.."

"Wanna go back to sleep? He asked, his hand sliding through my hair.

"No.. I wanna stay here and snuggle with you."

He chuckled drowsily, rubbing his eyes.

"Me too.."

"Good." I sighed contently, as he wrapped his arms around me.

We laid there in silence for likely a half hour, just appreciating each other's company, the only sounds being the chirping birds, and his lips smacking against my cheek and shoulder quickly.

After what felt like forever, he reluctantly sat up, stretching a bit.

"Do you want something to eat?" He yawned.

"No. I'm not hungry."

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked, buttoning up his shirt.

"I'm feeling great." I smiled

"Well, good." He left the top few buttons undone out of pure laziness derived from his sleepy state. He wasn't intending to drive me mad with it, but he was. The smallest things are overwhelmingly beautiful on him. A lousily buttoned shirt. Messy hair. The dark circles under his eyes when he first wakes up, that disappear as the day goes on. His sleepy voice. You can imagine my distress.

"I'm gonna make some breakfast. You don't have to eat it, but I'm gonna make some. Okay?"

"Okay. I should get dressed." I nodded, picking up my pants off the floor.

"You don't have to. You look cute.."

"I'm wearing purple fucking boxer-briefs, I'm gonna put on some pants." I chuckled.

"Fine. I like seeing you in them. Though, you do have the world's palest thighs." He giggled.

"Well, now they're purple and blue, is that better?"

"Yes. I like them as it is, but they look great right now."

"That's not saying much, considering how much you seem to like them all the time."

"Because they're great all the time! Come on, you can get dressed later." He sighed, sliding his hand up and down my leg.

"..alright."

"Okay, let's fix up something to eat, shall we?"

"We shall."

He nodded and unbuttoned the single button I had gotten to for me, smiling.

"Oh, come on, that's excessive."

"You're gonna look weird with just one button done!"

"So your solution is, not to let me button the rest, but just unbutton the shirt entirely."