Keith was sitting at the kitchen table, one leg propped up on top of the other and his foot wrapped around the right chair leg. His head was tilted back, his eyes closed and his long hair grown out just enough to be able to hang down over the chair, fingers of his right hand drumming against his leg. He'd considered getting up to see what was taking his fiance so damn long when the sudden feel of a presence behind him and a set of arms being draped around him told Keith he didn't have to. Making a sleepy noise of acknowledgment, Keith's free hand reached up to run it's fingers through that mess of black locks. This wasn't the first time Dave had slipped up on him like this, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.

The next time Keith's fingers met those fluffy curls was at work that afternoon. Dave had been in the middle of replacing the engine in an old pickup with Ellis when he suddenly got a call on his cellphone. Keith had been sneaky about things, and now they were crammed in a storage closet, faces flushed and breathes coming out in heated pants. Dave was practically becoming one with the wall, his nail digging deep into the wood as Keith dug deep into him. Coming so close to hitting that sweet spot that Dave's eyes were screwed shut and long whorish moans were being dragged out of his throat. It was maddening almost, and he knew as soon as it was hit he'd be coming all over the wall.

The third and final time that day was later that night, as they were both laying in bed. Yeah Keith could be a real ass sometimes but even he had his softy moments, and most of the time this came around this time. Dave was laying in the bed beside him out like a light already a bit of drool dripping off his lip and a snore making Keith's mouth quirk into an almost smile. He dragged his lover's hair back one more time before leaning down and giving Dave a quick 'good night' peck on the forehead. Flopping back onto his side of the bed, the southern pulled his hair out of it's ponytail and slipped it's band around his wrist. Making sure the alarm was set Keith finally flipped off the light and laid back, settling in beside Dave and cuddling with him until he finally fell asleep.

In the morning, the alarm woke him up as the sun just started to rise. Dragging himself into the kitchen Keith got himself a cup of coffee and set himself down at the kitchen table. Propping one leg up on top of the other, he leaned his head back as his eyes shut and his foot wrapped around the chair leg. He waited impatiently not moving from that spot until the felt that tingly feeling he always got, that light peck on his cheek and the extra weight of a chin resting against his shoulder. A hand raised up to run it's fingers through the tangled bits of hair and Keith couldn't help but smile.

Things may not always be the same from day to day, but this was definitely a process both of them could repeat over and over again.