Archie opened the door. The apartment was warm, a little too warm. He turned the heater off and made his way to the bedroom.
Maxie was fast asleep, deservingly so, as he had been putting hours and hours into his research. Archie was sure he hadn't seen him sleep all week.
Maxie stirred, but didn't wake, rolling over slightly, the blanket falling away from his body.
Archie was happy to see his boyfriend wear one of his singlet to bed. It looked good on him. Then he realised that Maxie was still wearing his slipper boots to bed. He chuckled softly. Maxie mustn't have planned on falling asleep. His glasses falling off his face and a partly open book had fallen on the floor.
He carefully took the glasses off Maxie's face, setting them down on the bedside table. He kissed Maxie's forehead. He was so beautiful.
Archie undressed to his underwear, climbing into bed to gently spoon Maxie. He kissed the nape of his neck. He wrapped his arm around Maxie, pulling him in close. He admired the freckles on Maxie's shoulders, scattered across his back. It reminded him of his days out on his ship, looking up at the sky.
The freckles on your shoulders appear one by one, just like the stars in the night sky I count them, one by one, until I lose count.
Archie curled in close to Maxie, closing his eyes.