#portned

Afonso slept, solemnly, with a dream running through his mind, which he would eventually forget when he open his eyes.

Little by little, his conscience began to awaken; and for some reason, he felt something moving in his back, from his hip to his neck – and, suddenly, he felt a tightness in the back of his neck.

He opened his eyes quickly, his heart pounding with fright. He turned to Tim, who was sitting on the bed, looking at him.

“What the hell was that, Timmy?! Do you want to kill me of fear?!”

"No," he replied. "I remembered that you still owe me money from that time we went out to drink."

"And did you have to wake me up like this?!"

Afonso felt grumpy and put his face back on the pillow, trying to get back to sleep. Tim, however, continued to caress the back of his neck, hampering his goal.

"If you make breakfast, I can consider reducing your debt."

"You are talking like the debt is huge, when in reality it's only three euros, you son of a bitch."

Not that Afonso saw, but Tim smiled and distributed several kisses on the other's neck, who only grumbled in murmurs and turned to Tim. The latter took advantage and started kissing Afonso's face and neck.

"Rascal," he murmured, but let him continue and even started to stroke Tim's hair.

 However, Tim stopped kissing him. Afonso looked at him, confused.

"Can you make breakfast?"

"You opportunist!"

Although upset, Afonso couldn’t stand it and had to laugh at the situation. He stroked Tim's hair again; it was good to see him with his hair disheveled.

"Well, if you clean the dishes after..."

"Right."