Those weekends where they both shared off days were the ones Chase loved the most. Not only did he get to sleep in and avoid Wilson's mean little tricks in the mornings, but he got to do things on his own schedule instead of following Wilson's. He would wake up, lay there until he could no longer and then get up to take a shower.
The shower, most of the time, was only there to help him wake up. Wilson liked to complain if he practically fell asleep over breakfast. But, by the time he climbed out of the shower that morning, Wilson was already through with his breakfast and Chase wasn't feeling up to making his own. Instead, he plopped down on the couch next to the oncologist who was quite intrigued by the newspaper.
"Morning sleepy head…"
"Mmph, mornin'…" Chase yawned some and leaned his head against the other's shoulder, peeking to the paper. When he was unable to see it, he grumbled quietly.
"What's wrong?" James looked over to the other and raised a brow.
"Can't read it from here."
"You're so lazy." Wilson shifted around and folded the newspaper so he could easily hold it with one hand. Wrapping his freehand around the Australian's waist, he urged the other over until the blonde shifted right into his lap. Smiling softly, Wilson opened the paper again, his arms just around Chase's waist.
Chase shifted around to a comfortable spot on the other's lap and rested his head against Wilson's shoulder, blues skimming the different articles. As Wilson tried to change the page, though, he held one hand up, finishing the article he was reading before letting the other flip the page.
"Well, if I had known you were going to take control of my reading then I wouldn't have let you come over here." The oncologist teased, pressing a kiss to the blonde's forehead.
"Yes you would have, or I would've made you."
"Right, you couldn't even stand straight. You'll probably fall asleep right here…"
"Will not." Chase mumbled, looking up lazily at Wilson and rolling his eyes.
And just as Wilson had said, Chase had fallen asleep in his lap a few pages later. But Wilson did not move him. He just continued to read the paper and occasionally stop to run his hand through the blonde's hair and soothe him. Wilson never liked it when he didn't get to share breakfast with his Aussie, but when it was missed, he knew moments like this would follow and he purposely set himself up reading the paper, even though he knew the moment the blonde cuddled up in his lap, reading the paper would be long forgotten.