@tomas-visser​
The morning of Juno's birthday was as bright and beautiful as any morning LA could offer -- and punctuated by one of his least favourite sounds. The insistent buzzing of an alarm, dragging him from sleep that didn't feel like it had made a dent in the now-familiar bone-deep exhaustion. For a moment, he considered going back to sleep -- but he was doing this for Tomas, doing it to make up for his actual birthday, doing it so his love got a proper birthday celebration, homemade breakfast and all.
Rolling out of bed, Juno realised the space usually occupied by Tomas was empty; he could hear movement in the bathroom, slipping a loose jumper (Tomas', given how big it was on him) on over his shorts as he shuffled over to the bathroom. His leg was always stiffer in the morning, but it was worth it to sneak up on Tomas, pulling him into a hug from behind and pressing a kiss into his bare back, against one of his many freckles.
"Mornin', kitten," Juno murmured, accent thick with drowsiness. "Don't know why I thought I could wake up before you."
