ANGEL x LOUIS: A PUPPY LOVE STORY
The warm, butter-yellow sun shone in through the window, lighting Angel's face up and making him look very much like his namesake.
"You are absolutely stunning," Louis ran his slim ebony fingers through his lover's thick, curly locks.
"Are you high?" Angel asked, a gently teasing note in his voice.
Louis laughed. "Come on, I mean it. You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen."
"Mmmm," Angel rolled onto his side and traced a pattern on his boyfriend's chest. "You should tell me more often, then."
Louis laughed again. "Come here, you." He pulled Angel close and gave him a tender kiss.
"Ahhh, I love it when you wake up in a good mood," Angel kissed back, running his hands up and down his partner's back.
"I like when you wake up pretty," Louis said, slapping Angel gently on the ass before he stood up. "I'll make you breakfast."
"You will?" Angel asked incredulously. "You never make me breakfast."
"I am much more likely to make breakfast for a lovely man such as yourself, than for the scruffy mother-fucka you usually are when you wake up." Louis winked to let Angel know not to take it too personally.
"I'll take that," Angel grinned.
Louis finished buttoning his white shirt. "You want sausage or bacon?"
"Mmm…" Angel stood slowly, to avoid aggravating the pain in his back; it was the worst in the morning. "Bacon. Please."
As Angel stood and turned, hunting for a t-shirt in the mess on the floor, Louis kept his expression from changing. But inside, he flinched at the scars on his companion's back and legs. He knew that they still caused Angel pain, although he'd learned to hide it better.
"You got it. How do you want your eggs?" He kept his tone as neutral as his expression.
"Surprise me. I still gotta get dressed," Angel, dressed only in an old worn Hall and Oates t-shirt, gave Louis another kiss. "I'll be down in a few."
"Whatever you say, baby." Louis smiled, kissing back warmly. "Now get some cloth on that ass, before you force me to do something drastic." He gave Angel one more slap before heading downstairs.
Angel laughed, shaking his head to himself. Never in his life had he imagined himself in a relationship with a man like Louis. And, once he had met Louis, he had never imagined that the older man could be so kind and affectionate. But, much to his surprise, Angel had discovered that Louis was quite the closet romantic; while he didn't like to display too much tenderness in public (out of a misplaced concern of seeming less threatening), when the two were alone he was all pet names and cute gifts.
Angel winced as he pulled on a pair of faded jeans; the rubbing against his old scars was a bit sore.
How did I catch someone like this? He wondered. He often thought that all of the misery and pain he had endured had been worth it simply because he had been allowed to meet his wonderful, beautiful boyfriend.