@metalotaku-da is amazing, and commissioned me to draw a moment between kinkade and lance in their kinkance mer au fic!! it’s super cool, marine researcher/mer creature is MY JAM........!!
the pod they call Voltron is unique among the rest, and kinkade is able to form a unique connection w one of its members... who has never been this close to a human or their shirts before. what is that stuff??
thank you again for all your support, and i cant wait to see what happens to them next :o
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Remember that ring Ryan picked up from their shopping trip? It’s about to go down! Also, Lance’s mum makes Christmas fruit cake for Ryan.
After dinner Ryan is sure that it’s impossible to top this years’ Christmas. Lance’s family is a pleasure to be with, his siblings treating Ryan like a brother, his parents like one of their own children, his niece and nephew like an uncle.
Lance’s mother and abuela always try to make Ryan feel as welcomed as possible, baking special cakes or making dishes from his home just like Lance does sometimes. The fruit cake they made this year was probably one of the best he’d ever eaten, almost beating the fruit cakes his mamá makes for Christmas every year.
After dinner the kids finally managed to convince the rest of the family to open the presents. With eleven people present it turned into a huge, festive chaos. They even managed to forget a few presents, and it took almost an hour to finish unwrapping every gift and thanking the giver thoroughly
After the mountain of wrapping paper and ribbons is removed from the living room, Lance snatches Ryan away to get some fresh air in their little garden behind the house. They take their boots, coats and scarfs, promising Lance’s mother not to stay outside for too long before they step into the snow.
The crisp air feels nice in his chest after being in the stuffy living room for the last few hours. The only light in their garden comes from the Christmas lights around their porch and the string of lights they put around their apple tree they got when they moved in, creating a romantic atmosphere for the two of them.
Lance takes his hand and stuff their intertwined fingers into the pocket of Ryan’s jacket, giving him a mini heart attack until he remembers that the little box he plans to surprise Lance with is stowed in the other pocket of his jacket.
He takes a deep breath to relax himself and starts walking with Lance. Their garden isn’t big, so it takes them only a few steps to reach the bench they put at the far end. It’s covered in snow, but they simply brush it off to make some space for them to sit.
Lance takes a deep breath before snuggling into his coat and Ryan’s side at the same time. Ryan feels some nervousness flutter in his stomach, exactly like three years ago, when he kissed Lance under that mistletoe, or when he asked Lance out properly the next morning.
He guesses that some of the nervousness will never disappear, but that just means that Lance is so important to him that he doesn’t want to risk anything to screw their relationship up. Even though he is sure that what he’s about to ask is something they both want.
Lance eyes flutter from the garden up to the sky, and a bright smile appears on his lips as he breaths out. “It’s snowing,” he laughs quietly, watching the sky for a while before his eyes drop on Ryan to change the subject. “I hope you like your Christmas presents.”
“I love them,” Ryan answers sincerely. “The pullover is even more beautiful than the last ones you made.” He leaves the rest unsaid, because Lance already knows how many times he ogled the beautiful brown leather bag for his analogue camera online, the same one Lance presented to him with a huge smile.
The only reason he didn’t bought it himself is in the little box in his jacket pocket.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be happy with another pullover,” Lance murmurs after a while, “since it’s the same boring present as always.”
Ryan squeezes Lance’s hand tightly. “I told you that I always love my presents.” He turns around to place a kiss on the cold, red tip of Lance nose. “They make me so happy because you make them just for me.”
Lance chuckles in delight, the smile on his lips turning soft, just like Ryan is feeling right now. Only when Lance starts to shiver slightly from the cold his smile falters a little. “Let’s go back inside.”
Lance stands up and dusts his pants off from the snow. Ryan doesn’t mention the few snowflakes stuck glistening in his hair and enjoys the view instead. Lance pulls him up from the bench and takes a few steps towards the house before Ryan stops him by tugging his hand.
“Just a few more minutes. I want to tell you something.” To make sure that Lance won’t be too cold until then, Ryan takes his own scarf and wraps it around Lance’s neck, almost burying him in wool. The action gives him a few seconds to gather his thoughts, and the curiosity in Lance’s eyes the courage to keep going.
Ryan takes a deep breath, steps closer to Lance until their foreheads are touching and finally says the words he’s prepared months ago. “You make me happy by just being with me every day.”
“Sap,” Lance huffs with a bright grin and nudges Ryan with his nose.
With his voice dropping to a low rumble, Ryan continues. “Every day I get to spend with you is a blessing.”
“Big sap,” Lance murmurs now, a sweet blush spreading over his cheeks.
“I love going to bed with you, just because I know that I’ll get to wake up next to you in the morning, and I want to do that for the rest of my life.”
He can see that Lance is totally lost. And why wouldn’t he be? Ryan can’t think of a time where he tried to put all of his feelings into words, since he prefers to show Lance his love with gestures instead. He briefly wonders if Lance already knows what’s going to happen, but the confusion in his blue eyes answer the question.
Anticipation bubbles in Ryan’s chest, a feeling that never really receded since he went to the jewelry shop to order the ring. The same ring he’s carefully pulling out of his pocket now, unbeknownst to Lance, who is still looking into Ryan’s eyes.
“I love you so much that I can’t put it into words,” Ryan whispers softly. “All I can do is this…”
The exact moment Ryan’s knee hit the snowy ground Lance realizes what is going on. He squeezes Ryan’s hand, his eyes widen in surprise and his lips part as if he wants to say something, but nothing but warm air comes out.
“Lance Alejandro McClain, love of my life,” Ryan starts, and with wonder he watches the tears forming in Lance’s eyes. He presents Lance the open velvet box, the silver ring with their engraved names, the sapphire and the diamonds sparkling in the low light of the fairy lights next to them. “Will you marry me?”
Cue the waterworks.
“Oh my god…” Lance whispers before a hiccup wrecks his body, followed by more tears then pool over his cheeks as he breaks out in a huge, beautiful smile. Another, watery ‘Oh my god!’ is the only warning Ryan gets before Lance tackles him to the ground, where he lands with a huff.
“Yes! Yes, of course!” Lance almost shouts into Ryan’s neck, a laugh bubbling through him that gets interrupted by a few more hiccups.
Ryan holds on to the ring, his other hand wrapping around Lance’s back to hold him close while Lance cries and laughs into his shoulder. Ryan can’t hide his own smile, so happy and too close to tears to care about anything else beside his lovely boyfriend in his arms.
His fiancé, his brain corrects quickly.
After a few moments Lance pushes away from his shoulder and holds out his hand expectantly. Ryan gets the hint, takes the ring from the box and carefully places it around Lance’s finger, marveling in the little gasps from Lance as he gets a proper look at the amazing work the jeweler did.
Ryan breaks Lance’s stare by taking his hand in his own and placing a soft kiss onto his knuckle, right above the ring. As soon as he’s sitting upright again, Lance surges forward to catch his lips in a long, passionate kiss.
It takes them a few minutes and a few more heated kisses to recover from all that just happened. Soon enough Ryan can feel the cold creep up through his pants since he’s still sitting on the ground, and Lance starts shivering again, his whole face almost freezing thanks to his tearstained cheeks.
Lance sniffles a few more times on their way back, still staring at the ring with astonishment, making Ryan’s heart flutter knowing that Lance likes it so much. Hand in hand they walk inside the house, Lance giving Ryan another kiss before he storms into the living room, dragging Ryan along and exclaiming the good news to the whole family.
With his hand wrapped tightly around Lance’s waist and the proud pats on his shoulder from Lance’s brothers and father, Ryan knows that it’s impossible to top this years’ Christmas.
21st December: Jack Frost (as in Rise of the Guardians)
[If you ever watched the film, there is a scene where Jack remembers his past. In this story Lance remembers his real name in this moment, as well as that he saved his niece from the ice. The others continue to call him Jack Frost though, since they called him like that for about 300-400 hundred years already, and Lance doesn’t mind.]
The man in the moon sends one of his beams on the wooden circle in the middle, right next to the giant globe where the lights of all children of the world usually illuminate the room. But the light of moon is stronger tonight, almost as if he’s trying to compete with the sun.
“Manny,” North shouts confused, “what are you doing?”
But the man in the moon stays quiet, his hue silencing the whole workshop until a click echoes through the halls. A platform with a white crystal raises from the floor, its form reflecting the beam of light into thousands of little rays that dance on the wooden ceiling of the workshop and in the eyes of the entranced elves.
“Please tell me he isn’t choosing another one,” the Easter bunny pleas next to him, and all Lance can do is shrug.
In his almost four hundred years living as Jack Frost on earth, Lance has never seen something like this before. The others told him, of course, of the time he was chosen to become a guardian, but even in his wildest dreams he has never thought that he would witness such an event.
He knows that he shouldn’t be excited, especially because the reason that another guardian is chosen is all because the five of them are unable to fight off the evil shadows that threaten the children on their own.
The tooth fairy wedges herself between the bunny and him, her little fairies swarming around them, all of them entranced by the light, just like the elves. Lance steels a gaze towards Sandy, sees his eyes sparkle in excitement, mouth wide agape.
Even North is quiet for once, anxiously waiting for the man in the moon to reveal his pick. The air above the crystal begins to sparkle, the bluish light slowly forming into a figure.
He’s tall, and that’s about all Lance can make out before the tooth fairy pushes him away, a bright smile on her face as she flies towards the crystal, stopping only a few inches in front of it.
“No way!” she shouts excitedly, leaping up and down and bursting of energy. The little fairies around her swoon at the picture and fly around it in wild circles.
Lance’s interest perks up to a maximum. “What? Who is it?”
“Indeed ‘no way’!” The bunny throws his hands in the air, pacing around the crystal and sending the picture on it unbelieving looks. He stops behind North, so he can look at him and the man in the moon at the same time. “How can he choose him? He isn’t even legendary figure?”
“Choose who?” Lance eyes move forth and back between the image on the crystal and his friends in the room. The crystal lets the image spin around, lets Lance see the face of a young man, not much older than him, but dressed in an ancient robe.
His jawline is chiseled, looks like it could cut diamonds, and his thick lips are to die for. Lance knows many people, including himself and the tooth fairy apparently, who would love to taste plush lips like this.
North interrupts the loud monologue of the Easter bunny, stops him from pacing with one of his heavy hands on his shoulder. “I don’t know what Manny is thinking, but he is always right,” he emphasizes with his heavy accent.
“Guys? Choose who?”
No one is listening. Even Sandy is lost in thoughts that get displayed with golden sand above his head. A few wavy lines appear, little leaves in-between them, before they form into a cone made from the same lines. A few more pictures appear, one more chaotic than the other.
“He is an element,” the Easter bunny interrupts his thoughts, still talking to North, “not something children believe in.” He is clearly upset, something that hardly happens when it’s not about Lance.
North intervenes by raising his arms, almost hitting a few elves in the process. “Children do believe in him, element or not. In some parts of the world he is a mystic figure after all, at least in old tales.”
“Guys!”
He has heard enough babbling, and too little answers. Lance sends a bolt of ice to the ground, freezing everyone in place and tickling the tooth fairy out of her gaping. The elves wiggle their whole bodies in protest, the little bells on the top of their hats jingling like crazy.
Lance ignores the dirty looks he gets from most of them, even ignores North simply breaking out of the hold with two steps. He slowly retracts the ice, makes sure he’s got their attention before nodding to the crystal in their middle. “Who is that?”
“You don’t know him?” the tooth fairy asks with serious concern. When Lance shakes his head, she looks between the Easter bunny, Sandy and North, confusion clear in her eyes. She moves closer to him, crooks her neck before flying to his side so that they both look at the image on the crystal. “That’s the wind.”
“The… wind?” Lance repeats, just as confused as before. Everyone around him nods, even the elves let their little bells jingle affirmatively. Lance takes another look at the picture but can’t find any resemblance to his old friend. Not that he has ever seen his face before, but he wouldn’t have thought that the wind looks like… that.
“Jack,” the Easter bunny snorts amused, “you’ve been friends for hundreds of years and don’t even know his face?” He gives him an odd look, something Lance can’t quite decipher, but it’s not mocking. He rather looks surprised.
“Don’t be mean to him bunny. The wind hasn’t shown his face to anyone for a long time.” North shakes the rest of the ice from his legs and steps closer. He places a heavy hand on Lance shoulder, effectively grounding him to the floor as he takes a long look towards the moon. “I am not even sure he will be showing his face now.”
Everyone else nods and looks to the ground. Lance watches them for a while, how everyone seems lost in deep thoughts. All he can think about is the picture of the young man in front of him while he tries to associate it with what he knows of his old friend.
It isn’t much. It’s not like the wind ever talked to him, or took another form than the soft breezes that play with his hair or the strong squalls that fly him around the globe. All Lance knows that the wind has always been there for him, from the very first minute the man in the moon saved him from the icy pond all those years ago until just an hour ago when he brought him to North’s workshop.
“Jack!” North shouts, jerking everyone from their thoughts. “Why don’t you go out and call for him. He usually listens to you.”
Seems like North has the same idea about their relationship, or at least understands the principles of it that Lance can’t quite grasp. Just now he realizes that he never even thought about the winds active part in his life, how he always responds to his demands, how he is always there for him, no matter what happens.
The Easter bunny laughs next to him. “’He listens to no one but you’, is what he means.” His tone is almost mocking, but Lance knows that there is no malice behind those words. The bunny simply gives just as much teasing as he takes from Lance.
Lance eyes him for a few seconds. He knows that the wind will come to him if he asks him, knows that he’s probably still right outside of North’s workshop, playing with some snowbanks and waiting patiently for Lance to come back.
With a sigh he turns around and walks towards the window façade that opens to a big balcony. He jumps on the wooden parapet, takes a second to feel the crispy cold air deep in his lungs that seems to freeze a bit of the wobbling feelings in his chest.
He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and calls out. “Hey wind!”
His hair gets ruffled up by him, and he lets a few snowflakes dance around in circles. Lance laughs at the sight, enjoys the soft touch on his skin, the fresh air he brings him. It takes a lot of the nervousness from him, knowing that it’s still his friend he’s talking to, not some stranger.
“We uh-… we need to talk to you?” Lance starts carefully. He doesn’t know what to say at all, so he starts rambling. “I didn’t know that you could take on another form.” He grins. “A handsome one on top if it. Well, that’s what the man in the moon showed us at least.”
The wind keeps on swirling around him, listening to his gibberish for as long as Lance keeps it up. Only when Lance really doesn’t know what to say anymore, the wind picks up his speed and strength and takes Lance with him right onto the platform in the workshop.
The other guardians jump in surprise, the elves almost get blown away when a little inverted hurricane forms in the room. It grows smaller and smaller, until the wind reaches human size and materializes into the person from the image.
Lance sees his light clothes first, grey cotton pants and an forest green hoodie, then his dark, smooth skin. His short, black dreadlocks, his thick eyebrows, a silver helix piercing adoring his right ear… He gets a pretty good look at everything, because the wind is standing right next to him, less than half an arm’s length apart.
Lance has gotten the memo, has seen the picture the man in the moon has given them, but the beam of moonlight didn’t manage to catch his perfect complexion, his broad shoulders under the tight shirt, the pure kindness in his olive green eyes.
And when the wind turns around and looks at Lance, the stoic expression melting into a soft and open smile…
Oh…
“Wind! It’s good to see you again.”
North’s voice jerks Lance out of his thoughts. The wind turns around to greet him with a smile and a nod.
“You need to talk to me?” he asks, getting straight to the point.
And wow, his soft, low voice makes something in Lance’s chest flutter.
“Indeed, we do!” The bunny jumps in. His ears are pressed to his head, arms crossed over his chest while he eyes the wind with a sour look. “Maybe you can explain why the man in the moon chose you as a new guardian.”
“He did?” The wind raises his eyebrows and sends a questioning look first to North, then to Lance.
Lance nods slowly, still not able to force his eyes away from the man in front of him. “He did,” he says after a few seconds of silence.
A crescent moon appears over Sandy’s head. The tooth fairy shares a look with the bunny before they nod as well.
“Let’s talk somewhere else, shall we?” North asks loudly, already making his way towards the grand stairs in the middle of the room. The Easter bunny and Sandy follow him while the tooth fairy stays behind to get back to ordering her fairies around.
North turns halfway with a grin. “The yetis made some cookies this morning. I hope you like cookies, Wind.”
The wind hums before taking a few steps to follow North. Lance follows him hurriedly, still stealing a glance at the wind every now and then. Of course, he gets caught, these olive green eyes now watching with amusement how Lance’s pale cheeks and the tips of his ears turn red.
Just before they reach the doorway to North’s spacey office, the wind grabs Lance’s wrist and brings them to a stop. He looks at Lance with this soft smile again. “Ryan,” he says quietly so the others don’t hear him.
Lance furrows his eyebrows. “What?”
“The others call me ‘Wind’ like they call you ‘Jack Frost’.” He nods towards the rest of their little group before looking back at Lance. His hand moves from Lance’s wrist to his fingers, squeezing them gently before letting go. “You can call me Ryan.”
“Oh…” Lance knows that his blush is even worse under Ryan’s soft gaze and beautiful smile. “Okay.”
He nods a few times to himself, repeating the name in his head until it feels more familiar, just like the presence beside him. Ryan nudges him after a few seconds, his smile widening when Lance grins at him.
Together they step into the room where North, Sandy, the tooth fairy and the bunny are already discussing further plans with a bunch of cookies in their hands. Lance’s smile falters as he remembers why they are here, why the wind is with them now, but as Ryan carefully touches his hand again, Lance feels confident that everything will turn out fine.
[Just a soft moment before these two go out and party with the rest of the family]
Lance and Ryan cuddle in their bed, listening to Lance’s mum preparing some breakfast in the kitchen for the whole family, and Silvio and Nadia excitedly run around the Christmas tree, reading all the names on the presents and asking every two seconds when they can open them.
Lance is quietly listening to the sounds, with a little grin on his face. Ryan is in thoughts, thinking about what he has planned for the evening. He also thinks back to the very first weeks of the school year almost three and a half years ago, right after Lance started teaching with him.
The air outside the bedsheets is a bit chilly. Ryan squeezes Lance in his arms and fixes the blanket, presses a soft kiss to his forehead and mumbles his question into his soft curls. “You remember how we got together?”
Lance laughs quietly and looks up to him with a grin. “I remember you not talking to me and me thinking that you hate me,” he teases.
“I was a bit shy,” Ryan says with one of the pouts Lance has taught him over the years.
Lance chuckles again and rolls his eyes again. Both of them know that Ryan was more than just ‘a bit shy’. “One time you left the room when I came to your class to ask for some chalk.”
“Don’t remind me of that,” he groans, hiding his face in the pillow. He did fuck up a couple of times before they got together, mostly because he was just mesmerized by Lance’s angelic smiles and beautiful voice, unable to form a single coherent thought in his presence. The story Lance is referring to is the worst one though.
“You were in the middle of class,” Lance giggles, “and you poor students were so confused. And me too!”
Ryan places another kiss on his forehead. “That was horrible of me.”
Lance’s whole body is shaking with laughter, and he stifles the sound behind his hands, so the rest of the family won’t hear him. “And when you came back you couldn’t look me in the eyes and gave me the wrong chalk.”
“Hmm?” he hums. “I don’t remember that.”
“You gave me pink chalk instead of white one. Not that it mattered, but it was still cute.” Lance sighs, cuddles closer to him and wraps his arm around Ryan’s back. He absentmindedly plays with the hem of Ryan’s shirt, tugging where it slid up during the night. “If I had known how to read you back than I would have laughed at you instead of wondering what I did wrong, maybe even make your class tease you for the rest of the day.”
He starts playing with Lance’s shirt as well, noting that he stole another one from Ryan’s pile. “That whole thing didn’t answer my question.”
“Of course I know how we got together,” Lance sighs softly. “The headmaster’s Christmas party, Coran’s spiked drinks, the mistletoe.” Another giggle erupts, his body wiggling in Ryan’s arms. “You were buzzed.”
Ryan nudges Lance’s gently, his arm slowly moving towards Lance’s waist as a threat. “So were you!”
Lance stays quiet, the tickling that awaits him for more teasing not worth it. He’s still grinning though, and his eyes speak volumes. “Why are you asking?”
“I just thought it is a nice memory.” He hugs Lance closer again, takes his time to nose his forehead and place kisses every now and then.
“It is,” Lance huffs against his neck. Lost in memories his voice gets all soft, almost a breathless whisper. “I’m glad you found your courage to kiss me that night.”
“Me too.” Ryan takes his time to caressing Lance’s back, gently massaging him with every stroke before moving on to play with his hair. The soft curls part under his fingers, and he enjoys the feeling of the hair on his hand and the warmth in his belly for a few moments. “To be honest,” he starts after a while, “you looked so heartbroken when I was about to turn you down, that I couldn’t help but kiss you.”
Lance huffs loudly, a mixture between amusement and indignation. He looks up with another smile though and places his hand on his cheek, thumb softly stroking over Ryan’s cheekbones. “A little bird once told me that you can never help but kiss me.”
“That bird was me.” Ryan moves his lips over his palm. “And it’s true.”
Lance smiles at him, uses his sweet-sultry smile with full effects, knowing exactly that Ryan could never turn him down like this. The smile and the demanding look in Lance’s eyes is enough for Ryan to get the hint, and he leans down to kiss him long and gently, exactly like he did under that mistletoe three years ago.
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[Did I mention that Lance and Ryan are teachers at the same elementary school? That’s how they met.]
It’s pitch-dark outside when their house telephone rings to jerk Lance and Ryan out of their dreams. Ryan hasn’t even fully registered what is making this noise when Lance is already untangling himself from his arms, groaning while leaving the bed to get the phone from the living room.
Even though he wants nothing else but close his eyes and turn around for another one or two hours of sleep, Ryan tries to keep himself awake by intently listening to his boyfriend’s low murmur from the other room. He can hear Lance pacing around their couch and dinner table, a weird habit he has while talking on the phone.
“… yes, of course… At least until tomorrow, yeah…” Lance peeks his head into the bedroom and meets his eyes with a tired smile, winking at Ryan before turning around again. “… I will tell him as well… Should be no problem, I’m sure most of them heard it over the news, and the rest won’t go out in this weather…”
The soft tap-tap-tap of Lance’s footsteps on their wooden floor has stopped, and from the sound of it Ryan is pretty sure that he’s standing next to their TV now, where they also keep the phone. “Thanks, Coran. We’ll talk tomorrow. … you too. Bye!” There is a beep when Lance puts the phone back in it’s base, and a few seconds later he’s slurping back into the bedroom.
He nuzzles back to Ryan’s side, one hand thrown over his chest, the other tucked under his head as he tries to get back into the position they slept in before. Ryan arranges the blanket so that Lance is covered in them, only the tip of his head peaking out.
Ryan realizes that Lance is close to falling asleep again, so he nudges him gently to get his attention. “Coran called?”
Lance hums softly, stifling a yawn with his hand before looking up with sleepy eyes. “We’re having a snow day. Maybe even two days, depending on how long it will continue to snow.”
Ryan lets his hand wander over Lance’s back before settling it in his messy curls. His boyfriend has the cutest bed-hair, something he just wants to play with all day. “It should snow until tomorrow.”
“So, two days.” Lance hums, pushing his head further into Ryan’s hand. “Lucky us.”
He yawns again and stays quiet for a few minutes. His breath evens out, and when a soft snore gets past his lips, Ryan is sure that he’s sleeping again. He stops fondling Lance’s curls and nuzzles back into the pillow, trying to find sleep himself.
The next time he wakes up Ryan can see the whole extent of yesterdays snowstorm. The sun is already up, but hidden behind heavy clouds, and a thick layer of snow is covering every single patch in their yards outside. The wind is rattling on the window, the sound small but consistent and probably what woke Ryan in the first place.
Lance groans next to him, stirring a bit in his sleep and mumbling a few words until Ryan hugs him closer. He slowly opens his eyes, looks around himself before his gaze falls on Ryan, and he breaks out in a smile.
“Good morning,” he murmurs quietly, his voice still raspy from the sleep.
“Morning,” echoes Ryan, taking the time to look at the half-asleep sight of his boyfriend.
Lance’s hair is a mess of curls and wayward strand that tickle his cheeks and forehead, so Ryan pushes them away and kisses the freed skin gently. Lance hums into the kiss, pushes his head against Ryan to prevent it from ending for a while. Under the sheets their hands tangle around their bodies, holding each other close while enjoying the warmth and comfort of the bed.
Ryan almost falls asleep again, too content for the moment to want anything else than cuddle with his love. That is until his stomach starts growling loudly, making Lance burst out in laughter after hearing the sound.
“You’re hungry?” he asks between giggles.
“How could you tell?” Ryan deadpans.
Lance shuffles up and rests his cheek on Ryan’s chest while looking at him with those big, ocean blue eyes. The sleepy smile completed his angelic look, and once again Ryan asks himself how he got so lucky.
“You want to shower first?” Lance asks while slowly sitting up. He rubs his eyes, then pushes his curls back and gifts Ryan with a grin. “I’ll make some waffles for breakfast.”
Well, once again Ryan asks himself how he got so lucky.
He lifts himself up on his elbows and stifles a yawn. A shower would be really nice to wake his half-asleep muscles. “You don’t mind?”
Lance shakes his head, one leg out of the bed already. The sheets are pooled around his waist, his collarbone peeking out under the way to big shirt he stole from Ryan last night. “Nah,” he yawns, “as long as you make lunch.”
“Deal.”
Ryan sits up and wraps his arms around Lance’s waist, dragging him closer until they are huddled up to one another. He seals the little promise with kiss, then another one, then a hundred more before he lets Lance out of his hold.
He watches his blushing boyfriend pad into the kitchen, listens to the cluttering for a while before getting up himself and walking to the bathroom, thinking about all the things they can do on the unplanned snow days.
They still have a few series and movies they didn’t get around to watch with all the winter projects they had to prepare for their students, and Ryan promised to taste-test a new recipe for cookies Lance got from his sister-in-law. They also could just stay in bed and cuddle while sipping on hot chocolate and watch the snow fall outside their window.
Whatever they plan for the rest of the day, Ryan is simply looking forward to spending some quality time with his boyfriend.
