#guilty-crunch

tommy’d only been woken up by the sun glaring through the curtains, right on his face. not the nicest wake-up call, but the annoyance was quickly quelled upon being reminded of the warm, snoozing man his limbs were tangled with.

holding a hand up to block the sun from his eyes, tommy gazed at gordon’s sleeping face. he’d probably sleep for another 3 hours if tommy didn’t wake him up.... he didn’t have the heart to wake him up just yet, not when the guy looked so cozy and peaceful...

and pretty, god, so pretty. the way the sunlight seemed to cast a halo around gordon’s long hair, which framed and fell over his face so nicely... man.

how did tommy get so lucky?

this goofy, attractive, sweet guy loved him back just as much. they’d exchanged those words every day, it seemed like. gordon trusted tommy, enough to let him see his lowest moments, to seek the taller man out when he needed someone, to talk about things that were hard to acknowledge...

trusted him enough to fall in love with him.

just the thought made tommy’s heart flutter in his chest, his sleepy admiration of his partner swelling to an urge to hold him closer, let him sleep a while longer.... wake him up with a kiss, later, when they both had to get up.