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G woke up, slow and unhurried. His little windup alarm clock hadn't made a single sound, nor was the air suffused with the scent of coffee and charred toast. His bed wasn't cold, nor did G hear the sound of his brother running a quick morning shower to wash away obvious signs that he hadn't slept the night before.
G woke up, slow and unhurried, tucked under soft satin sheets that smelled faintly of strawberries and early spring. His arms and legs were tangled haphazardly around a block of heat, his face pressed into something that was moving rhythmically, trembling with a low buzz that threatened to lull G right back to sleep. Something else stroked over G's head with a tenderness that a part of him didn't think he deserved.
Eventually, absolute decadence be damned, G made himself open his sockets to look around. He shouldn't have been surprised, but he couldn't be much of anything else (except comfortable, fuck, was he comfortable) to see that he was using a very-awake Edge like a body pillow. Edge had a book in one hand, the other curled around G loosely, his fingertips grazing over his skull. Edge's gaze drifted to meet G's own, and his resting bitch face shifted to accommodate a hidden smile.
"GOOD EVENING," Edge said, even and soft. G shivered at the slick fondness that misted him from just hearing it. It was refreshing, comforting.
If only parts of G weren't absolutely mortified about having slept on Edge for only stars knew how long. "uh. evening, huh? i slept in?"
"BY MY STANDARDS, YES," Edge said without hesitation or remorse. He somehow managed to close his book one-handed and set it on the bedside table. "HOWEVER, YOU SEEMED TO HAVE NEEDED IT. AND I DID NOT MIND SO MUCH..."
G was still quite comfortable. It took a few more moments before he realized the buzzing he heard was Edge's purr, trapped in his ribs. Even so soft, if G pressed the side of his skull just right, he could hear it fill his senses, draw him in deeper. G hadn't realized just how touch starved he really was, how desperate for contact, for closeness. A part of him was ashamed of being so needy. G was too comfortable to give a rats ass.
"as long as you didn't mind, slick," G mumbled, closing his eyes and focusing on that nice sound. It might have been his imagination, but G could have sworn it grew just a little louder.
All G remembered about last night was being a bit overwhelmed by the sheer economical disparity between Edge's apartment complex and his own. He'd let Edge lead him through the security gate, up the elevator, and through the door. The inside of the apartment was simple and tasteful, but felt unused, like it was for a showroom rather than to be actually lived in. He'd expected the bedroom to be much the same, but there was at least a small, subtle shift in Edge's room that made it feel like he'd slept in it a night or two.
Waking up in that room, face-first in Edge and actually finding himself okay with that, was surreal. G kind of wanted to do it again. Maybe next time, they might even do more than sleep. G was starting to think he wouldn't mind that.
After a few more moments, Edge pulled his book back into hand, and resumed the steady little caresses over G's head. G shifted, stretching his legs and back out to shake away the kinks, before settling again, legs tangled around Edge's as they existed together in the same space. The only thing that could have improved the moment was, perhaps, a book for G to read, and a cup of coffee.
Maybe breakfast.
Definitely breakfast.
"you eat yet?"
Edge let out a startled laugh. "NO. NOT YET. I WAS LOATHED TO RISK DISTURBING YOU BY MOVING OFF THE BED." G heard him close his book again with a soft thump. "SHALL WE AMEND THAT?"
"you cooking?"
The purring noise definitely got louder. "IF YOU WOULD NOT MIND. DO YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS?"
"anything that goes with coffee. with an order of coffee."
"LUCKY FOR YOU, I HAVE A SMALL STOCK OF IT IN CASE MY BROTHER EVER DEIGNS TO VISIT." Edge scratched idly at the back of G's neck, a gesture G found he didn't mind as much as he thought he should.
Neither one of them moved, save for Edge's fingers sprinkling affection over G's skull and neck.
"...you gonna get up?"
"WHEN I AM EXCUSED FROM MY DUTY AS A CUSHION."
"boo," G whined, making himself roll over. "when are you gonna learn to be in two places at once?"
"AT THE FIRST OPPORTUNITY," Was Edge's reply as he eased off the bed. Edge's pajama pants were also soft, shimmering satin, a deep red to match his eyelights. The loose material shifted against him from where it was tied secure to his pelvis, giving G plenty of data regarding his bare silhouette.
It was a very nice silhouette.
Why was Edge the thing to awaken G's aesthetic attraction? Him and his criminal use of pants; G couldn't understand why he was so very, very, interested.
Edge was out of sight, having left the room while G was busy being distracted by his hips. G let his head fall back onto the pillow, breathing deep of the fruity sugar scent that clung to every surface. G had never been particularly fond of sweets, but the smell wasn't so bad.
A few clangs and clicks heralded the scent of eggs sizzling. A few minutes later, the siren song of percolating coffee flit through the air. G slid his overly long body off the bed, wincing at the cold of the wood floor on his bare feet. He stumbled out of the room, swiping his jacket from where it had been left on the back of the sofa. He pulled it on, pleased to have the weight back on his shoulders, and found his way to the kitchen by smell alone.
What awaited him was Edge, in a flowing apron of pale gold, standing in front of the stove as he oversaw the crafting of what G presumed was an omelette. "DO YOU HAVE ANY PREFERENCES, OR SHALL I SURPRISE YOU?"
G propped himself up to sit on an empty bit of counter. "surprise me."
Edge narrowed his gaze at G, who had no issue returning it. G knew he was being less than helpful. It was Edge's fault for liking him anyway. The reminder that Edge liked him made G's insides flutter.
Edge turned back to his cooking, folding in various vegetables and meats. The only thing that distracted G from watching him work was the beep of the coffee machine, and that only long enough to pour himself a cup to nurse while he waited.
The coffee was average, but the caffeine hit just as good. The smell of Edge's cooking was more interesting anyway, reminding G that he hadn't eaten all day, and half the day had passed. Edge moved with precision borne of practice, at home among the spices and ingredients and utensils. The eggs bowed before his might, coming together into a fine meal that smelled heavenly.
G knew the moment it was cool enough to eat, it would be the best breakfast he ever had.