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Guy drifted awake to the awareness of an arm flung straight across his chest, a knee digging uncomfortably into his hip, and something jammed into his armpit. He shifted a little and Kyle snuffled in his sleep. The little puff of air tickled Guy's chest, which meant that was Kyle's head under his arm. Guy huffed a laugh, raspy with sleep.
They never woke up curled up nice. Guy slept like the dead; once he was down he didn't so much as twitch. But Kyle was a thrasher, whether or not he'd had nightmares. He'd kneed Guy in the crotch once, which sent Guy flailing from the bed while Kyle slept on, oblivious.
Slowly, Guy shifted away from Kyle, who flopped face down into the warm spot left behind and burrowed into the sheets. Propping himself up on his side, Guy slid his fingers into Kyle's hair and rubbed gently at his scalp, smiling at the soft, pleased noise his partner made. He kept at it until Kyle mumbled softly, "You can keep doing that for about the next hundred years."
"Sorry," Guy said, moving his hand down to massage the base of Kyle's neck instead. He leaned down close to Kyle's ear. "I've got other plans for you this morning."
Kyle turned his head. "Oh?"
"Yeah." Guy closed the last bit of distance and caught Kyle in a kiss, keeping it light and lazy, but not letting go as Kyle rolled over onto his back. Instead Guy followed him over, moving on top, elbows planted on either side of Kyle's head as he kept up the kiss. Kyle palmed Guy's back with one hand and the curve of his ass with the other, and Guy's chuckle finally broke the kiss. "Straight for the ass," he said, ducking down to nibble at Kyle's neck instead.
"What can I say?" Kyle lifted his chin to give Guy more space to work. "You have a great ass."
"You should see me do squats."
"Believe me, I have." Kyle gave the curve of muscle under his hand a little squeeze. "I'm surprised you don't get jumped in the gym on a regular basis."
"Mmmm." Guy pulled back and grinned at Kyle. "I'm too much for 'em," he thrust his hips down against Kyle, grinding the hard length of his cock against Kyle's, "and they know it. Aren't you glad?"
Kyle groaned, abandoning Guy's back in favor of getting both hands on his ass, and arched up into the pressure. "Very glad," he gasped out. "We going to do this with our shorts on?"
"We could." Guy kissed him, deep and messy. Then he pulled away, smirked, and rolled off of Kyle. "But these are my last clean pair." He lifted his hips and yanked them down, tossing them over the side of the bed.
"You slept in them!" Kyle said, laughing and squirming out of his own shorts. "They're not clean."
"Cleaner than the rest." Guy let out an oof as Kyle scrambled astride him before he could move.
"You're a pig," Kyle grinned down at him.
Guy waggled his eyebrows. "I guess you've got a bestiality kink then, huh?"
"Only you," Kyle said, lowering himself to lay full length atop Guy, "could turn bestiality into a term of endearment."
"I'm endearing, am I?" Guy murmured, wrapping his arms around Kyle and kissing him.
"Technically," Kyle murmured against his mouth, "I think that makes me the endearing one."
"Mmmm." Guy rocked against him, the space between them growing slippery with pre-come and sweat. "Very endearing." He swept his hands up and down Kyle's back and Kyle just sighed wordlessly and rolled his hips, their dicks sliding together just right, building up that hot, delicious tension.
Guy let Kyle take care of the rhythm, concentrating instead on bringing their mouths together, lips catching again and again for breathless kisses, tongues barely brushing, eyes half lidded and lazy with pleasure. Completion came with a little shudder and a jerk, Kyle leaning his head on Guy's shoulder, breath caught and then released in a groan. Guy tightened his hold and ground up a little harder, a little rougher, and panted his way to his finish.
"Good morning," Kyle muttered, sprawled across Guy's chest.
Guy chuckled and slid his fingers into Kyle's sweat damp hair. "Morning."
~End~