Sunlight streamed in through the gap in the drapes. Lance grimaced as it hit his face, burrowing further under the blanket, his left arm thrown across Wade’s chest and his face resting on his shoulder. The rhythmic up and down of Wade’s breathing settled him, soothing him to sleep and he was soon lost in dreams again.
It wasn’t until Wade stirred, his breathing changing from the ease of sleep to fully awake, that Lance woke up again. Wade’s arm tightened around him. “Morning.” Wade’s voice sounded gravelly with sleep, but a smile played on his lips.
“Good morning. Sleep well?” Lance pressed his lips to Wade’s chin, the stubble tickling.
“Mm-hmm,” Wade murmured, pulling Lance into his arms. “Wonder what time it is?”
Lance couldn’t care less about the time. If he had his way, they’d stay
