Sun slanted under the edge of the bedroom curtain indicating most of the morning had already passed. Kurt lifted his head enough to squint at the clock on the dresser: 11:20. No wonder he was hungry. He got out of bed, snagged his boxers off the floor, and headed toward the kitchen. Halfway through making coffee, Mike wandered in wearing a pair of sleep pants. Kurt suspected that the nod to covering up was in case the guards across the street caught a glimpse as Mike came through the foyer.
“Did I hear you get up to take meds earlier?” Kurt asked.
“Yeah, I didn’t figure missing a dose after everything that’s happened would be a good idea.”
“Too true.” Kurt crooked a finger, beckoning Mike toward him. He slid an arm around Mike’s waist and a hand behind Mike’s head, and kissed him long a
