hello! this is my first time writing here, and my first time publishing a story in over a year. constructivecriticism?
The light shown brightly through the kitchen window, streams of warm sunlight flooding the room. James hummed as he flipped the pancake he was currently cooking, satisfied by the sizzle that followed. He liked quiet mornings like this, it gave him time to think before the day started.
That was, until, two warm arms had wrapped themselves around him. An equally as warm chin perched itself on his shoulder, dark curls tickling his neck. Another voice joined in on the humming, this one not as deep but stronger than his own. James melted into the warmth, keeping the melody going as he slid the pancake onto a plate.
"Whatcha cookin', good lookin'?"
James turned off the burner and held the other's hands around his waist.
"Isn't it obvious, Thomas?"
Said man kissed his neck with the lightest touch and held onto the others hands.
"It gave me a chance to say you're good looking," Thomas proceeded to press more feather light kisses around his neck. James resumed his humming and they fell back into rhythm again, this time swaying to either side.
It was soft, calm, like a children's lullaby. They swayed along to the beat, eyes closed and bodies comfortably close. James sighed again, relishing the moment as much as he could.
"You're so beautiful in the morning, you know that, Jemmy?" Thomas had his eyes opened now, looking at the other with his full attention. James smiled at turned around so he was facing the other man, arms sliding around his neck.
"You're even more beautiful," he pecked the taller on the lips wistfully and peered up at him. Thomas smiled back smoothly.
"We're both beautiful," he brought James in for a kiss and their lips locked together like they were specially made for the other. It felt like the morning sunlight to James, blissful and all kinds of warm. When they broke he hugged Thomas, head falling on the other's shoulder this time. He pulled him close and took a breath of his scent- something between cinnamon and sweat- in like oxygen.
"I'm so happy you're back in Virginia with me, Tommy. I hated being in New York. Especially without you." Thomas took that in and pulled the other against him tighter than he was.
"I'm right here, Baby, and I'm not leaving your side again. I love you."
James moved out of the hug to look the other in the eyes. He was always touchy with those three words. He needed to search Thomas' eyes to know he meant it for sure. The browns of his irises ranged from bronze to dark chocolate fields of promise. Of wholehearted truth.
"I love you too, Tommy."