~Vik's Pov~
I sink into the couch warm and comfortable as the harsh cold weather continues to attack people outside. Under a blanket I read a book. My eyes lazily scan the page filling my head with words transferring them to images. It's a peaceful and quiet moment.
This is a relaxing day I can just spend for myself. I pause my reading and reach over for my cup of tea. I feel the warm liquid fill my body and continue reading. What a way to spend downtime really. It is great.
I hear Lachlan upstairs yelling at his computer. I huff in a laughing matter thinking what he could be yelling at.
I delve back into the book. It fills my mind with colorful images sending me on adventures in a different world showing me the life of someone who doesn't exist in this world. They exist in my mind.
I hear Lachlan's footsteps stomping down the stairs, pulling me out of the imaging but I continue reading. I feel his eyes on the back of my head and hear him quiet down walking to the kitchen. Then a clash of pans falling to the ground hits my ears. The harsh metro sound makes me cringe.
I hear Lachlan trying to quietly curse and smile continuing my reading.
Not soon after do I feel the couch sink. Lachlan starts scooting closer to me. I lift my arm slightly still reading. He snuggles in burying his head into my neck pressing a soft kiss.
"What were you yelling at upstairs," I murmur setting my book down on the table.
"Five Nights at Freddy's is not fun and will never be," he grunted. I feel him nuzzle into my chest. Even after all this time the feeling of being so close, my heart still flutters. Took him a while to move in with me, never thought he'd agree. But here we are. In our own house together.
I push my nose into his soft hair. I always tease him about how much he cares about it, but I'd have to admit that it does look very good. And he smells very good. "Oh really" I murmur into his head, my arms wrap around him to hold his torso. This is something I'll never get tired of. Being able to embrace him and feel his chest heave from the soft breathes on my own chest is a comfort like no other.
I run my fingers through his blonde mess of a hairstyle. I trace his jaw and run my thumb over his lip. "What a beautiful boy," I whisper.
I reach over and grab my book off the table and open back to the page I was at. Looking down I find Lachlan asleep. I plant a kiss on his forehead and continue to read.
A/N This was supposed to be something just really sweet but I ended up being stuck here with no idea what to do next without being boring or repetitive.