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Morning Rush (Percy/Anthony, PG-13)
Title: Morning Rush
Pairing: Percy/Anthony
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 311
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Mornings aren't the same anymore since Anthony started sleeping over.
Notes: Formnemosyne_1, because she stumped me in the Stump the Author Meme. She requested Percy/Anthony with the prompt "accidentally switching glasses".
It used to be that Percy would be awakened by his alarm—the good, old-fashioned, loud sort with the hammer and bells on top—and reluctantly leave the embrace of his duvet and get up and face the world. He would shower and shave, have his tea and his breakfast, and be out the door by half-seven, his briefcase in hand, his tie neat around his neck.
And then he met Anthony.
And then they began dating. (Secretly.)
And then Anthony started sleeping over.
And now mornings are nothing like they used to be.
Percy is still reluctant to leave the bed, but not because it's warm and he's tired. Well, it is warm, and he is tired but it's more that he hates getting up because he hates leaving the embrace of Anthony's arms, the kisses on his cheeks and on his neck, the murmured promises and the hard press of arousal against his thigh.
"We can't," he murmurs, his eyes still half-lidded and crusty at the corners, and Anthony mumbles something unintelligible and chuckles low in his throat and nips at Percy's shoulder, and Percy squints at the clock and decides that maybe they can, after all.
And then there is a rush, no time for breakfast, no time for tea. Percy jams his specs onto his face and blinks far too many times before he realises he's wearing Anthony's wire frames and not his own horn rims, and Anthony laughs and they trade, and they share a shower and elbow each other over the basin as they brush their teeth together. Two hastily applied shaving charms later, they kiss in the doorway, once, twice, until Percy pulls himself from Anthony and Apparates away, his tie askew.
In the afternoons, he sees Anthony in the halls, and they both smile and look away, careful not to reveal too much.
Title: Morning Rush
Pairing: Percy/Anthony
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 311
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Mornings aren't the same anymore since Anthony started sleeping over.
Notes: For
mnemosyne_1, because she stumped me in the Stump the Author Meme. She requested Percy/Anthony with the prompt "accidentally switching glasses".It used to be that Percy would be awakened by his alarm—the good, old-fashioned, loud sort with the hammer and bells on top—and reluctantly leave the embrace of his duvet and get up and face the world. He would shower and shave, have his tea and his breakfast, and be out the door by half-seven, his briefcase in hand, his tie neat around his neck.
And then he met Anthony.
And then they began dating. (Secretly.)
And then Anthony started sleeping over.
And now mornings are nothing like they used to be.
Percy is still reluctant to leave the bed, but not because it's warm and he's tired. Well, it is warm, and he is tired but it's more that he hates getting up because he hates leaving the embrace of Anthony's arms, the kisses on his cheeks and on his neck, the murmured promises and the hard press of arousal against his thigh.
"We can't," he murmurs, his eyes still half-lidded and crusty at the corners, and Anthony mumbles something unintelligible and chuckles low in his throat and nips at Percy's shoulder, and Percy squints at the clock and decides that maybe they can, after all.
And then there is a rush, no time for breakfast, no time for tea. Percy jams his specs onto his face and blinks far too many times before he realises he's wearing Anthony's wire frames and not his own horn rims, and Anthony laughs and they trade, and they share a shower and elbow each other over the basin as they brush their teeth together. Two hastily applied shaving charms later, they kiss in the doorway, once, twice, until Percy pulls himself from Anthony and Apparates away, his tie askew.
In the afternoons, he sees Anthony in the halls, and they both smile and look away, careful not to reveal too much.