Lysandre and Calem sat on the couch in each other's arms. Calem was snuggled up against Lysandre's chest, laying in a fetal position, quietly falling to sleep. The T.V. buzzed on as a background noise, while Lysandre is paying very little attention to it. His line of focus was more likely to be on the boy sleeping beside him, peacefully breathing and drifting off into a deep rest. Lysandre liked this. For once, Calem wasn't in a cranky mood, he was calm, and silent. Lysandre couldn't ask for more.
He felt himself getting quite tired, too. He let out a big yawn, but not loud enough to awake the brunette in his lap. He picked Calem up princess style, and brought him to bed. Laying him down on the right side, Lysandre quickly and quietly dressed into pajamas. He didn't have to worry about Calem because he was already dressed.
He slipped into the left side, grabbed Calem, and pulled him closer. Calem brought his hands up to Lysandre's chest, and Lysandre kept his arms around his back. He felt warm, and it was very comforting. Lysandre kissed Calem's forehead, and fell asleep.
Calem was the first to wake up. He felt just a bit uncomfortable, considering how warm he was. He didn't realize it was the man who had slouched his arms around his back and pulled him closer who was causing it. His face collided softly with a red beard, and struggled to push away. Calem was crabby and tired. When he was finally released, he let out a yawn, got up, and shuffled to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.
The coffee machine poured its contents into the red mug. 'Geez, is everything in this house have to do with red?' Calem thought to himself. The machine made a stuttering noise as the last drops of coffee spilled into the mug. Calem picked it up by the handle and turned the coffee machine off.
He made his way back into the red head's room an set the coffee mug on the nightstand after taking a few sips of it. He shook Lysandre back and forth, in attempt to wake him up.
"Lysandre~," He sang out, "It's time to crawl out from under your burrow and awaken!"
Lysandre growled.
"C'mon, get out of bed. Before I pour cold water on your head."
"Fine, fine! I'm up." Lysandre moaned.
He propped up against the head board and rubbed his eyes. Being his older age was a difficulty. Supporting both of them was not an issue though. The man was acceptionally wealthy, atleast to where he didn't have to work. He picked up the coffee on the nightstand and took a sip.
"Hurry up and get dressed. I'm making breakfast," Calem informed Lysandre.
Lysandre exhaustingly stumbled out of bed, ordered himself to get dressed, decided against it, and did it anyway. He dressed himself in a red t-shirt and black denim jeans. He walked down the hallway and into the kitchen, where he saw Calem cooking pancakes. He strolled up and hugged him from behind.
Without any curiosity in mind, he asked, "Whatcha makin'?"
"Clawncher claws," He replied sarcastically.
Lysandre cringed. That sounded REALLY gross. He released Calem and took a seat at the kitchen table. It was a nice piece, glass top, birch wood legs, that was considered fine, right?
Minutes later, Calem walked to the kitchen table and set down a few things.
DOne with this chapter I don't think I'll continue though. I got kinda bored with this?