Love him to death, Cameron never fails to wake Taega up with his racket. Eight hours of solid sleep. He'd kill for eight, peaceful hours. At the initial squeal of the old-school alarm clock Taega thrusts the covers up over his head, fists curled in the cloth and firm against his temples. His toes curl in irritation and he wrings his feet together, brushing his ankles against one another. THWAP! THWAP THUD THUNK! He growls against the comforter and throws his stout body over, landing on his belly to force his face into the pillow. Deep breaths. Just close your eyes and go back to sleep.He eases the blanket up over half of his face so that he can breath fresh air and still retreat beneath the heavy material. "Nnguh." He releases the blanket from his grasp and slips his hands out to either side of the bed, spreading out in an attempt to broaden himself and allow a greater chance of sleep falling upon him. Clank. Clinkclank. "NNGUH!" He kicks and writhes, growing increasingly irritable until he gives up on sleep altogether
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Tat-tat go the bullets and siiiiigh goes the blonde. "Oh, for th'love of BLOODY FUCK TAEGA GET UP!!"
Such wonderful people they are in the morning. Cameron is moments away from kicking down his partners down, pot of hot coffee in hand to dump on the other mans head. Almost. God, he hates mornings. Not to mention that was a brand new fridge.
The blonde reserves himself, repeating the 'iwantmytea' mantra that he normally takes when mornings get this way. While the last of the hot water dribbles into the glass pot labeled 'bliss', his hand lowers to scratch at his groin. The water is enough to distract him into deeper thoughts than the nice ass he nearly tapped yesterday while getting groceries from the co-op.
"Fuck you." He says under his breath, crawling over the end of the bed with a fist curled back around the sheet and comforter. He slinks over the side and coils under the bed, sliding in head first. "FUCK YOU!" He yells this time, wriggling between the hardwood and the steel bedframe. His bare legs crosscross over and around the bed dressings, boxers skewed up on one side because of the awkward form of travel he'd taken to.
Same old routine. He claws blindly at the floor ahead of him on the other side of the bed, reaching for the pillow he knows is there. He always kicks one of them off in his sleep. There it is. He pulls it into his safehaven and buries his stubbly face in it, 'mmph'-ing and 'Ngh'-ing at the face that his whiskers keep catching the cloth.
Fine. Fine! His grip of the white tiled counter edge builds and tightens until he feels like his hands will break with anymore pressure. And with a great long releasing sigh, they slowly open and let go. Ten more minutes
( ... )
Teeth chewed idly on the mans bottom lip while he freed his hand from beneath the mens panties. "You like it, y'dirty harlot."
Letting go of the issue, Cameron rolled onto his stomach and scooped a pillow to this chest. "What 'bout you, T. You got big plans or you gunna sit on your tight ass all damn day?"
"I'll take 'sit on your tight ass all damn day' for three hundred, Alex." Taega digs a knuckle at the corner of one of his eyes, loosening a bit of crust from his sleep. With a mildly disgusted 'nyuh', he slinks backwards into the couch, smiling already at the cartoon where he has no idea what is going on or who exactly the characters are. "Bring food on your way back." He speaks slowly, attention focused almost entirely on the television screen, mitigated only to the hand that idly strokes his smooth stomach, shirt crudely lifted to his chest. "Burger King. You know what I like."
His nose crinkled with a pout. Well, he supposed it was better than the man going out and causing trouble, which he seemed proficient at doing. Crawling forward to place his head on the other mans leg took little effort for the fully-awake Irishman, already pepped up and ready for the day by mental fitting. He nuzzled to the wolfish mans thigh, giving it a thoughtful little kiss before pushing up and off of the couch.
Cameron made back for his room to finish up his morning routine. A half hour shower. A fifteen minute soak. Lotion, cologne, hair and then clothes. He returned to the front room looking brand-new in his business suit and shined shoes.
The rough young man's hands clasp behind his head, fingers lacing through and over his shaggy black hair. "Hm." A half smile floats up onto his face as he clenches his thigh muscle, bouncing his leg to urge the other boy up and tugging his shirt back down in response to the unusual call for decency that had come to him. "Get off." He says, words muted by the lack of attention paid to them
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Such wonderful people they are in the morning. Cameron is moments away from kicking down his partners down, pot of hot coffee in hand to dump on the other mans head. Almost. God, he hates mornings. Not to mention that was a brand new fridge.
The blonde reserves himself, repeating the 'iwantmytea' mantra that he normally takes when mornings get this way. While the last of the hot water dribbles into the glass pot labeled 'bliss', his hand lowers to scratch at his groin. The water is enough to distract him into deeper thoughts than the nice ass he nearly tapped yesterday while getting groceries from the co-op.
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Same old routine. He claws blindly at the floor ahead of him on the other side of the bed, reaching for the pillow he knows is there. He always kicks one of them off in his sleep. There it is. He pulls it into his safehaven and buries his stubbly face in it, 'mmph'-ing and 'Ngh'-ing at the face that his whiskers keep catching the cloth.
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Letting go of the issue, Cameron rolled onto his stomach and scooped a pillow to this chest. "What 'bout you, T. You got big plans or you gunna sit on your tight ass all damn day?"
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Cameron made back for his room to finish up his morning routine. A half hour shower. A fifteen minute soak. Lotion, cologne, hair and then clothes. He returned to the front room looking brand-new in his business suit and shined shoes.
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