Who: Oliver & Edwin When: Morning Where: Edwin's room
It was something of a treat to wake up still wrapped around Oliver. Edwin had never minded that the guy woke up earlier than him, and he was usually awake long enough to untangle their legs and give him a kiss, but he was never awake enough to do much more, even to notice the morning breath. He'd usually start trying to convince himself to start getting out of bed at that point, but by the time he would actually get on his feet, Oliver would be long gone.
This morning he had woken up with Oliver too, his shoulder tucked under Oliver's armpit, his arm wrapped around Oliver, going more numb under their weight than he wanted to admit out of his lack of desire to move. He was pretty sure he had fuzz from the blue blanket in his mouth, since the thing covered the half of his face that Oliver's neck didn't. Oliver was warm and comfy and smelled good and except for the pins and needles in his fingers, he didn't want him to go away. Edwin lifted his head just a little, sleepily nuzzling Oliver's chin as he waited for their mouths to meet, but it seemed like Oliver was moving slow this morning, too. Or was he moving at all? Had Edwin only woken up because Oliver had shifted slightly?
Just this once, Edwin didn't try to go back to sleep. He lifted his head just a little more, checking that the other man's eyes were still closed, then smiled to himself. He could just snuggle up again, and enjoy this rare late morning, with the computer not blinking at them and all. He could put his head on Oliver's chest and lull himself back to sleep to the beat of Oliver's heart.
Instead, he lazily looked around his room, his eyes falling on the magic markers that he'd brought down from the art room to try to design something that he might be able to decorate his bass with. He liked them because they were washable, so if he didn't like anything, he could remove it and try again, until he settled on something he could go over with a paint pen. Now, though, with the box's bright declaration of "Non-Toxic!" and "Washable!" and the expanse of bare flesh that was Oliver's chest, a goofy idea popped into his head, and with a moment more of convincing, he pried himself away from his companion, flexed his numb fingers, and rolled across his giant bed to grab the markers. He probably only needed one, but he returned to the bed with the whole box.
He returned to bed so he was facing Oliver's back, and smiled to himself as he pulled out the green marker and started a line drawing on the man's shoulder.