the golden sunshine blanketed both lucky and sebastian as they laid on the bed that sebastian had to beg lucky to spend the night in. "baby..." his lips pull into a smile, turning on his side and throwing an arm around the other male. "ill give you anything if you get me a coffee."
he wasn’t really used to sleeping in a bed – a real bed that wasn’t the dumpster mattress and comforter he had in the back of his van that, in lucky’s opinion, was the most comfortable place in the world. yet he looked now like a cat laying in the sun : drowsy and pleasant, comfy as could be. his eyes blinked lazily open as seb began to speak ( truth be told, lucky was barely awake : he was a heavy sleeper, and slept long enough often to make a person wonder whether or not he was dead! ), but quickly his expression twisted with sarcastic amusement, and he snorted a soft laugh.
“ – you are such a brat. “ lucky told him, moving his hand to lightly cup seb’s cheek – and then boop his nose. then, determinedly, lucky began to rouse : rubbing his eyes, yawning, sitting up to stretch his arms over his head, comically shooing away the arm of the other’s that had fallen over him. “ you’re lucky i like you. “ he insisted with a smile before throwing his legs over the side of the bed in all of his shirtless, boxered glory. he asked as he passed from the bedroom to the kitchen: “ how do you take it? “
