@sixtysixdaysofskip,Prompt : Sunshine "Scott lay perfectly still, feeling the warm weight of that leg, the slow drag of Kip's breath against his collarbone. He thought about getting up, about making them smoothies, about having it ready and waiting when those tired eyes finally opened. His muscles twitched with the urge to do something, to provide."
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kip Grady/Scott Hunter
Characters: Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers)
Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Scott Hunter Loves Kip Grady
Series: Part 7 of Kip and Scott: For my man
Full fic below.Perfect for when Archive of our own is down…
Scott woke to the most beautiful sound in the world.
Kip’s cute little snores.
Not loudly—just a soft, rhythmic rasp that caught in his throat before exhaling in a contented little sigh. Scott turned his head on the pillow, wincing as the morning sun, undeterred by his sleep mask, seared golden light across his vision. He didn’t care. He didn’t even reach to adjust the mask.
Somewhere in the night, Kip had apparently waged a quiet war against containment and won.
Now he was a full starfish, sprawled diagonally across the bed, one arm lay flung across Scott’s chest, possessive even in sleep. Both legs had migrated until one hooked over Scott’s thighs and the other pressed warm against his calf—and Scott could feel it there, the soft brush of hair against his skin, a detail that never failed to make something in his chest tighten. His boyfriend had migrated from his neat little pillow to claim Scott’s torso as his primary sleeping surface, face half-smushed into the pillow, mouth slightly open, dark brown curls going every which way in a sleep-rumpled halo. The sheets were a wreck. Kip was a wreck.
Scott lay perfectly still, feeling the warm weight of that leg, the slow drag of Kip’s breath against his collarbone. He thought about getting up, about making them smoothies, about having it ready and waiting when those tired eyes finally opened. His muscles twitched with the urge to do something, to provide.
But then Kip shifted, burrowing closer, a small sound of contentment escaping him. And Scott couldn’t let himself disrupt Kip peace.
This quiet moment, this permission to just be here with him. His nerves slowed with the feel of his breath against his skin. He just …stayed.
Scott’s arm came up to gently brush a strand of hair from Kip’s face. Kip didn’t wake. He just snuggled deeper into the pillow, that soft snore starting up again, one hand curling loosely against Scott’s chest like even in sleep he wanted to hold on.
Scott smiled into the sunlight. His thumb traced a slow path along Kip’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin, the peace of this moment settling into his bones. He could feel the ghost of Kip’s body hair still against his calf, that small point of contact somehow the most intimate thing in the world.
He pulled his boyfriend a little closer—carefully, so carefully, not wanting to disturb—and closed his eyes.