AN: This short drabble has previously been posted on my tumblr, but I decided to publish it here as well for non-tumbling people.

Disclaimer: Julian and Clark belong to CP Coulter.


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Clark sat in the armchair, reading his speech one final time before they had to leave, but found his eyes constantly going to the body still laying in bed a few feet away.

Just then the sunlight broke through the drapes and fell on the face of the sleeping person, who groaned and rolled over to the other side of the king sized bed to get away from the glaring light, hugging the pillow and falling back to sleep instantly.

"It's time to rise and shine," the tall blonde said while pulling the drapes aside, allowing the sunlight to bath the whole room in morning glory.

The boy in bed just groaned again while pulling on the duvet until he was completely hidden underneath it. Clark felt bad for waking him, for he dearly needed his sleep, but they had to leave in an hour.

The popstar had to smile at Julian antics. He was such a child sometimes. Like last night when Clark had come out from the bathroom to find Julian jumping around on the hotel bed laughing like a five-year-old. It was times like these that Clark wondered why Julian hadn't bordered at Windsor House, but then he remember that Julian had acted completely different at Dalton.

Julian shifted on the bed, causing his right leg to be exposed to the glow of the sun and Clark's eyes, the glimpse of smooth skin making all thoughts of Julian behaving childlike vanish from his mind.

Oh, what the heck, they didn't have to leave for an hour, Clark thought before crawling into bed next to his boyfriend...

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