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Erik returned from his morning run to find Charles still sound asleep. Typical. Shaking his head, he went to take a shower.
Charles was still out cold when Erik returned to the bedroom, towel slung around his waist. Enough was enough. He leaned down and kissed Charles until he stirred.
Sleep-hazed blue eyes blinked open, and Charles smiled. “Erik.”
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
“What time is it?”
“Six.”
“No.” Charles shut his eyes.
Erik brushed Charles' hair back, nibbled at his earlobe.
Charles reopened his eyes. “That's not fair.”
Erik kissed him again. “Of course it isn't.”
