When Marshall opened his eyes, he found the bedroom to be sunnier than usual. What the hell? Why hadn't the alarm gone off at its normal time? He looked to Lee for answers, but the other side of the bed was empty. He felt the sheets. They were cool to the touch. Lee obviously hadn't slept in quite as much as he had.
He rolled to a sitting position, set his feet on the floor, and yawned. He shouldn't be tired if he'd slept in—accidentally or not. Then he remembered the reason he hadn't slept very well. And he realized Lee had shut off the alarm to let him sleep in. His heart swelled, and he felt tears prickle his eyes. He swiped at them and took a deep breath.
Coffee. That's what he needed. And Lee. Not in that order. After that he'd get to work at his computer.
He debated throwing on a pair of shorts, but decided against it. He'd get dressed after his shower. It wasn't uncommon for both of them to run around in "the altogether" in the privacy of their home. Marshall sure wasn't about to complain about the chance to see Lee naked more often. And he didn't hear Lee putting up a fuss, either.
As he started down the stairs, Marshall inhaled deeply. The seductive smell of bacon filled the house. Oh man, Lee was making breakfast. He shivered in anticipation. Normally, breakfast was fast and easy. About the fanciest they got was toasting muffins or bread to go with their coffee. But when Lee was in the mood, he could cook up a breakfast that put most restaurants to shame.
Marshall couldn't help the shit-eating grin that stretched from ear to ear as he approached the kitchen. This already promised to be a great day.
Lee stood at the stove, his back to Marshall, giving Marshall a full dead-on view of his magnificent backside. Mmm, what a sight first thing in the morning. Marshall's cock twitched, blood rushing south in a hurry. Lee wore an apron, but that was all. The man was too smart to cook bacon without some protection for delicate parts that would object to being spattered with hot grease, tasty or otherwise.
Marshall padded silently up behind Lee, kissed one bare shoulder then the other, his hands cupping Lee's ass.
"'Bout time you got up, sleepyhead," Lee teased. But Marshall knew he wasn't mad, especially since he pushed back against him, grinding his ass into Marshall's growing erection.
"You shoulda woke me." Marshall glanced at the stove and his mouth watered. Just what he'd hoped for—Lee's famous bacon, eggs, cheese, peppers, and jalapeno breakfast. When he was a kid, Lee used to joke if this didn't put hair on his chest, nothing would. Marshall would run to the bathroom after he ate and look in the mirror, hopeful to find the same dark chest hair Lee had, but the only thing that greeted him was bare, smooth flesh. Until he hit puberty, anyway. And even then, the hair was fine and red. But by then he didn't mind as much.
Lee finished stirring and removed the large spoon from the skillet before he moved it to another burner and turned off the heat. "Untie this thing, willya?" he asked, and Marshall gladly complied.
Lee removed the apron and slung it over one of the kitchen chairs. He pulled Marshall into his arms and kissed him gently. "I had an idea. I was thinking that after we eat, we can go out to the pond and do a little fishing. Weather's supposed to be good. There's nothing pressing for today that can't wait until tomorrow. We can stop by the deli and pick up some of that cold fried chicken you like so much, get some sides to go with it. A cold twelve pack. What do you think?"
