Vacation Day 3 - Contemplation and Strawberries: [Chase and Wilson at the Banks]

[jameswilson_md]

Wilson was up and puttering around with the morning sunbeams. He owed a certain BRAT breakfast in bed and he also had a few thoughts niggling at his brain so he’d gone ahead and pried himself out of the super sized bed, smirking with amusement as the still mostly asleep Chase managed to try to take over the whole thing.

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[nonbritishchase]

Chase smushed his face firmly against the pillow for a moment, muttering something like, "...five more minutes..."

Then a whiff of bacon caught his nose, and he lifted his head a little, a smile crossing lazily over his face as he muttered, "Is that my breakfast of victory?"

He rolled his lean body to the side, cracking open both blue eyes to see the smirking Wilson and the tray before him, and the smile widened. "Aaaaah, why yes it is. Now, if you were only naked, this would be the best waking dream ever."

[jameswilson_md]

Wilson rolled his eyes with affectionate exasperation as Chase tried to escape the inevitability of 'morning' in his pillow but then he sat back, long legs sprawled outwards as he settled the tray down for Chase's inspection.

"My little love muffin of joy, if you honestly think I'm going to cook next to hot grease with my dick swinging in the breeze you are sorely mistaken."

Espresso dark eyes were positively dancing with laughter as he spoke with mock seriousness.

"However, since you were quite the boogie board master yesterday..."

Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt, Wilson squirmed out of the garment and tossed it off to the side, before reaching for a strawberry and leaning over to brush it against Chase's lips.

"I suppose you do deserve a treat."

[nonbritishchase]

Chase winced at the imagery as he straightened himself further, sitting up in bed as the sheets pooled around his bare waist. "Eeoch. Forget I asked then, love."

A smile stole across his lips as the strawberry was proffered, and he lightly grasped the wrist offering it, nibbling on the fruit delicately, then leaned back and licked his lips slowly. "Aaah, sweet, sweet victory."

Blue eyes sparkled, as Chase pulled the rest of the tray near him. "I'd ask for you to feed the rest of it to me - but I might accidently gnaw off your arm. I'm starving." He gave Wilson an arch look as he picked up his fork. "SOMEone keeps sapping my energy, Sex Vampire."

[jameswilson_md]

Laughing as he drew his hand back, skin tingling in all sorts of good ways where Chase had been holding his wrist the older man shook his head at his lover's playful crowing over his victory.

But before he sassed the younger man back, expressive eyebrows went arching upwards and Wilson looked all sorts of pleased with himself as he parroted.

"'Sex Vampire' eh? Hmm, I kinda like the sound of that." Sneaking a piece of toast off Chase's tray the older man stretched out across the flat expanse of the bed, pillowing his head against his lover's sheet covered knee and posing prettily against the dark sheets. "How am I supposed to help myself when I wake up in the middle of the night and SOMEone is nicely splayed out on his back, sheets kicked off, moonlight casting shadows across sleek lines of masculine perfection? I was seduced by a slumbering siren."