I don’t know how well this is going to go, but this is the first time the guys wake up together and I think I hurt myself by doing this. Yep. That’s about it. And listen to this because shameless promotion of good songs.
The mornings were few and far between when Kendall Knight woke up perfectly content. It wasn’t too early, but he hadn’t slept the day away, and somehow he hadn’t kicked off the covers in the night like he tended to do. His sheets smelled amazing, freshly washed and filled with the smell of Logan’s shampoo. He smiled, remembering the night before, and opened his eyes to confirm that last night had happened.
Logan was still sleeping, and he didn’t have the nerve to wake him up. Instead, he took advantage of this moment, where he wasn’t limited by the brunet’s shyness and could stare unabashed at the perfect curves of his face, and the way he smiled just enough in his sleep to define his dimples.
He couldn’t regret what had happened between them, as sloppy and embarrassing as it had been. Only last night they had been friends, but it was amazing how quickly a kiss could turn into a trail of discarded clothes on his bedroom floor. Their first time had been awkward, not because it wasn’t meant, but because it was new, the way that they could touch and pull at each other without the set guidelines of friendship. Now they were so much more.
Logan squinted in his sleep, and Kendall knew that he could sense him staring. He always could, ever since they were little and he’d tried to pass notes to his friend in class, staring at his back, sitting in the front row to gain more knowledge, until Logan would turn and roll his eyes before answering the note.
He remembered his friend as a little boy, so different from the man sharing his bed, but also so much the same. The way he made him smile, the way he made him feel, and he realized it had always been Logan. The real surprise was that it had taken this long.
The shorter man grinned, eyes still closed, before announcing, “Morning Ken.”
Kendall smiled back, taking the opportunity to pull the other man against him. Logan didn’t fight it, readjusting to wrap his arms around the larger man’s torso, and leaned in for a kiss, before they both scrunched their noses at the taste of morning breath.
Logan took the opportunity to observe his friend’s face, in a way he never truly had, and only blushed a little when Kendall did the same. It really was a perfect face, from the faint stubble on his chin to his over-sized nose, which somehow fit the face without being obtrusive.
He reached out and let his fingertips graze the skin along Kendall’s collar bone, and the blond’s rather prominent eyebrows twisted with curiosity as he watched the progression of the fingers, down his sternum and crisscrossing his chest. Logan noticed, and asked hesitantly, “Is this weird?”
“Yeah,” Kendall admitted, and Logan lifted his fingers, before Kendall reached out and pulled them back, against his heart, “but that doesn’t mean you should stop.”
Logan looked up long enough to smile at him, and began tracing shapes against his heart: a heart, a star, something that resembled an elephant maybe, and Kendall continued to concentrate on their closeness, physically and emotionally, and how waking up with Logan was quite possibly the best thing he’d ever done.