Wake up

I wake up to the gentle hum of a Sunday morning. The curtains are drawn, allowing shards of sunlight to slice through the darkness and dance across the wooden floor. My head is groggy, and the room spins ever so slightly as I lift it from the pillow. The smell of something savory wafts up the stairs, tickling my nostrils and rousing my stomach from its slumber. It's not my usual breakfast scent, but it's welcome nonetheless.

Alex is next to me, still in his rumpled clothes from last night, his breathing deep and even. He stirs, licking his lips as if he's just woken from a particularly delicious dream. He blinks a few times, then looks over at me with bleary eyes. "Did you... put your lip gloss on me?" he mumbles, the question hanging in the air like a foggy memory.

I laugh, feeling a warm blush creep up my neck and color my cheeks. "No, silly," I say, smiling playfully. "That's just from when I kissed you... a lot when we got home."

Alex's eyes widen in surprise, his hand shooting to his mouth as if he can feel the phantom kisses. "Oh, right," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep and confusion. "I... I don't really remember that part."

We both get out of bed, him stumbling slightly as he tries to shake off the last of the hangover. He looks down at his wrinkled shirt and chuckles. "I guess I should change before we go downstairs."

I nod, looking down at my own attire - a lacy black lingerie set I had put on earlier, feeling a little bit naughty and a lot sexy. The smell of bacon grows stronger as we make our way down the stairs, and I can hear the sizzle of the pan in the kitchen. We enter to find Damien, bare-chested and wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting boxer briefs. His muscular torso is on full display, and my eyes can't help but linger on the tantalizing bulge.

"Morning, you two," Damien says without looking up from the stove, his voice cheerful despite the obvious signs of his own wild night. "I figured I'd whip us up some breakfast. You know, eggs, bacon, the works."

Alex's gaze flickers down to Damien's crotch before quickly darting away, a blush staining his cheeks. "Thanks, man," he mumbles, trying to act nonchalant as he takes a seat at the kitchen counter. "You didn't have to do that."

Damien smiles over his shoulder, flipping the bacon with a practiced ease. "It's no problem at all. I figured after the night you two had, you'd need a decent breakfast." His eyes sparkle with mischief, and I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the implication.

We sit at the counter, the air thick with the scent of cooking food and the tension of unspoken desires. Alex's gaze keeps darting back to Damien's package, and I know he's feeling a mix of arousal and intimidation. For my part, I can't tear my eyes away from the way Damien's muscles flex with every movement. The sight of his bare skin, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, has my own body reacting in ways I'm not sure Alex would understand.

Damien plates the food, setting down a mountain of crispy bacon, eggs over easy, and toast that's just the right shade of golden brown. My mouth waters as I take in the feast before us. "Dig in," he says, sliding a plate towards each of us. "You both look like you could use it."

As we eat, the conversation is light and easy, filled with laughter and the occasional groan of satisfaction. Alex seems to be recovering from his initial shock, though he still can't quite meet Damien's eyes for more than a second at a time. I watch them both, enjoying the way they interact. There's something almost... electric in the air between them.

"So, Alex," Damien says, casually leaning against the kitchen counter, "what do you have planned for today?"

Alex shrugs, taking a sip of his orange juice. "Not much," he admits, his eyes still glued to the floor. "Just the usual Sunday stuff, I guess. Maybe catch up on some games or TV."

Damien nods thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving Alex's face. "How about we do something together?" he suggests, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "You know, to get to know each other better."

Alex looks up, his gaze colliding with Damien's for a brief moment before dropping again. "Uh, sure," he says, his voice a little too high. "What did you have in mind?"

Damien's smile widens. "How about a run?" he suggests, pushing his plate away and flexing his arms. "I usually go for one on Sundays to clear my head. It's a great way to start the day."

Alex's eyes widen at the thought, and he glances at me, looking for support. I just shrug, enjoying the playful tension between them. "Sounds good to me," I say, popping the last piece of toast into my mouth. "But maybe let the food settle first, huh?"

Damien laughs, the sound deep and warm. "Alright, I'll give you that. But after we clean up, we're hitting the pavement."

Alex nods, his eyes flicking to the plate in front of him. "Yeah, sure," he says, his voice still a little shaky. "Sounds... fun."

"Great!" I exclaim, already feeling the beginnings of a plan forming in my mind. "Alex, since you two are going to be bonding, I've got some planning to do too."