Summary: Charlie and Justin have been together for years now, but it seems that there are still some mornings when Justin just can't say no...
Word count: 359
Reluctantly, he rolled over, easing himself up, but before he could rise, an arm reached out and wrapped around his waist, pulling him close. "G'morning," the sleepy greeting was mumbled into his hair, followed by a chaste kiss.
Justin sighed, wishing he could stay wrapped up under the covers in Charlie's arms all day, just sleeping, talking, cuddling… He mentally shook himself for having such thoughts. He had to go to work!
"Morning Charlie," forcing himself to sit up, he pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. "As much as I'd love to stay here, not all of us are as lucky as you to get the day off, so I'll see you tonight."
The arms held him tighter. "Skip."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I said 'skip'. Don't go. Call in sick or something."
"This shouldn't be as tempting as it is." He shot Charlie a glare, receiving a cheeky smirk in return. Why did he have to look so hot like this? Hair mussed, eyes hooded, bare chest just visible where the blankets fell around him, his voice still low and gravelly from sleep… Justin would end up spending the day at home and they both knew it. "So what do you suggest? A headache? Stomach bug? The flu?"
"How about the flu? Some sort of fatigue? You do seem awfully tired this morning," he cracked a wicked grin at that, typical Windsor mischief still evident in his eyes after all these years.
"What the hell are you talking about, Chaz? I'm perfectly fine!"
"Oh, are you?" Charlie sat up slowly, gently running his fingertips over Justin's sides as he moved. "I suppose we'll have to do something about that."
Justin's blank look faded as he shivered under Charlie's touch, "Oh!" he half-sighed before moaning as his mouth was caught in a deep, sensual kiss.
No way was he going in to work today.