call me poison ivy ('cause i'm far from good) - I

After he put together a sober breakfast, Aspen slips back in his room planning to go and dress himself, but Nate is still asleep in his bed, barely under the covers. And so he decides to forget about the whole 'getting dressed'-thing and crawls back into bed after taking off Nate's shirt, nuzzling his face into the nape of his neck, giving him a few soft kisses. 'Would you wake up already…?' he whispers, slipping his arm around Nate's bare torso.

Nate groans. 'It's way too early. You know I don't do mornings.'

"Oh, c'mon." Aspen surpresses a wide grin. "It's ten thirty. I made breakfast. And coffee." He leans on his free hand, the other trailing down Nate's side.

Nate makes a soft sound. 'Coffee sounds pretty good right now,' he murmurs.

Aspen smiles, presses a soft kiss on his shoulder. He missed this. "How long are you going to stay, here...?" he asks, his eyes savoring every single bit of Nate he can see.