* * * *
Gabe was still next to him in the morning, face toward Ian, mouth slightly open, not quite snoring. Ian smiled at him, groggy, and got up to add coffee and water to the pot. When he got back into bed, Gabe had rolled over; Ian pressed up against him, wrapped an arm around him, and kissed the back of his head. Gabe made a noise down in his throat and settled into Ian’s embrace.
“Morning?” he asked in a mumble.
“I can let you keep sleeping,” said Ian.
“I want to see how you’re going to wake me up.”
“Well, I’m making coffee,” said Ian, smiling as he pressed his lips against the back of Gabe’s neck. He knew that wasn’t what Gabe meant. “That usually works.”
Gabe grunted. But his body moved to Ian’s touch, ass pressing back against Ian’s crotch when Ian ran a hand down Gabe’s side
