This isn't my best writing, but it isn't that bad either. Enjoy!
Nick loved Saturdays with Luke.
He loved when he woke up, his legs entangled with Luke's and his arms wrapped around Luke's torso. His head rested on Luke's chest.
He loved to stroke Luke's messy hair in the morning, especially when Luke would pretend to still be asleep so Nick would keep at it.
He loved when Luke finally fluttered his eyes open. Nick would always mutter 'i love you' and give Luke a quick peck, Luke would return it. They stayed in bed a little longer, holding one another.
He loved when they finally stumbled out of bed. Luke got out first, followed by Nick. Then they would change from their pajamas to regular clothing.
He loved when Luke made breakfast. Luke always made eggs, bacon, and pancakes on Saturdays, Nicks favorite. Nick would always say he didn't have to make them for him every Saturday, that it was fine if he made something else, but Luke would always insist.
He loved when they left the apartment to go on a walk around the park. Their fingers entwined the whole time. If it was a cold winter morning, Nick would buy hot chocolate. If it was a hot summer day Luke would buy ice cream.
He loved when they got home at around 6pm, Luke closed the door to their apartment, then he would grab Nick by both hands and lean in to give him a sweet kiss. They would stand their for a full 5 minutes before breaking apart.
He loved when Luke searched for a movie to watch while he grabbed two beers from the fridge.
He loved when it was midnight and they had watched as much movies as they could fit in. Luke yawned and rested his head against Nick's shoulder, drifting off to sleep.
He loved when he had to clumsily carry Luke to bed because he didn't want to disturb Luke's slumber.
He especially loved when he crawled back into bed with Luke and cuddled close to his body, wrapping his arms around his torso. He let sleep take over, eager to wake up the next day with Luke.
Nick really loved Saturdays with Luke.