Snippet #2813077

The rest of the night certainly lived up to Eli’s expectations, and he fell asleep with his arm draped across Brody. He slept soundly, and only began to awake at the sensation of a weight leaving the bed. He dragged a hand across his face, feeling far too comfortable and feeling like he could easily fall back asleep. It was only the smell of something cooking that finally managed to get him to properly stir. He stretched as he sat up, a little sore but in a good way. He got up and found his underwear and trousers, pulling them on. He looked for his shirt for a moment before remembering he’d left it downstairs.

The smell from the kitchen as he made his way down the stairs made him realise exactly how hungry he was. He smiled as he heard Brody call out that he was in the kitchen, stopping briefly to reclaim his shirt before heading in to the kitchen. He pulled on the shirt but left it open. “Well, poached is-” he started, but then laughed as Brody announced he’d made scrambled, stepping into the kitchen. Seeing Brody there in nothing but a pair of shorts, the telltale red marks that Eli had left behind clearly visible, made Eli blush for a second, grinning. “Hey, I’m not fussy when it’s a cute guy making me breakfast,” he said

His head was surprisingly clear considering how much he’d had to drink the night before, and he wasn’t even tired. “You can cook too? Is there anything you can’t do?” He asked, leaning his head on his hand and grinning endearingly at Brody. Sometimes, he’d make up an excuse to try and leave as quickly as he could the morning after, but he enjoyed Brody’s company and besides, he really was hungry. “This looks good.”