Warren yawned, stretching in bed. It was a cool October morning. The wood floors were slick and freezing. It was the perfect Sunday to stay in bed all day long. Warren glanced over at Logan, who was laying on his stomach, face in the pillow, snoring. His hair was messy, not its usual wolfy styled ears. Logan turned his face a little, talking in his sleep and drooling on the pillow. Warren smiled and sat up, grabbing a pair of socks and putting them on and finding Logan's shirt and buttoning it on, going over to the counter and starting to make coffee. When Warren moved in, Logan made a lot of changes to the room, including a few counters, a small fridge, microwave and some bookshelves for Warren's loads of books. Warren made coffee and brought it back to bed, climing in and sipping it, starring out the window.
"You have clothes on." Logan observed unhappily in a sort of moan.
Warren smiled, "Had to get coffee."
"Your room... don't need clothes to walk to the coffee... nobody'll see but me..."
Warren took the shirt off and moved down into the bed, "Better?"
Logan yanked Warren closer and climbed on top of him, plopping down and starting to go back to sleep. Warren set the coffee on the bedside table and stroked Logan's hair. "You look like a caveman."
Logan raised his head, starring at him, "Excuse me?"
Warren grinned, "You. Caveman."
Logan narrowed his eyes, but easily gave up and rested his head down again. Warren kisses his head, "Wake up. I want to have sex."
Logan entered him in one movement, fully awake, "Should of said that earlier, baby." Warren moaned, wrapping his legs around Logan. Logan grunted happily, kissing Warren's neck. Warren clung to him, arching into him so their bodies pressed close.
Logan cried out happily, "Warren, fuck, damn it, shit!" He came quickly, having been already hard. Warren always teased him about his huge case of "morning glory".
Warren came and rolled on top of Logan. Logan put his arms behind his head, smugly watching.
"Okay," Logan whispered, "I'll be your caveman."