Title: Sunday, Lovely Sunday
Warnings/Author's Notes: I love this prompt :)
And the condom goes to: Debbie

Brian desperately clung to the last tendrils of sleep, but Justin’s eyelashes were slowly tickling him into consciousness.  He grumbled in protest when Justin blinked against his arm again.  “Fucking twat… waking me…it’s Sunday.”

Brian felt those eyelashes inch higher up his arm as Justin glanced at him.  With a sigh, Brian forfeited sleep and settled for his morning dosage of Justin instead.

Justin smiled and kissed Brian’s arm when he felt fingers threading through his hair.  Reaching up, he took hold of Brian’s head; gripping the matted bedhead hair, Justin tugged and smoothed hardened strands moulded against the pillowcase.