gunsforhire | Log; Happy Birthday, Boyfriend

Who: Sigma (native) and York (native)
What: celebrating York's birthday. privately.
Where: Sigma's apartment
When: Saturday morning (17 October; backdated)
Warnings: some adult content

The problem with having a clever live-in boyfriend is that Sigma has no idea how to hide his birthday present. Clearly, the solution is to not keep the present in the apartment. Still, what to get him?

Ultimately, it was the beignets that gave him the idea. He ends up not getting anything until the morning of; then, an hour before York would wake up, Sigma sneaks out of bed. A note on his pillow should keep York from worrying if he wakes up early. Sigma takes a spare outfit into the bathroom so he can change quietly later, then puts on street clothes and he's ready to hit the store and the Green Fairy.

He's home within a half hour of York's usual wake-up time, arms loaded with groceries and a latte for York. Hopefully the smell doesn't wake York. Moving quickly, Sigma snatches a length of gold ribbon from the bag and hurries into the bathroom. He stowed the skinny jeans that York loves in here and his soft brown button-up shirt that he bought for the party at Errera tonight. He unbuttons the sleeves, though, and only does the second-to-last button up the front so his shirt hands open. All the easier for York to see his collar, which he puts on now. Last of all, he slips the ribbon through his belt loops and ties the biggest bow he can manage.

There. The first part of the present is wrapped. Now he snatches everything else and carries it to the bedside table: the cinnamon spice latte, whipped cream, caramel and chocolate syrups, fresh strawberries, and even a little bowl of powdered sugar. For a final touch, he sets the cuffs beside them. Hopefully he did a decent job rigging up the headboard so they can use the cuffs more effectively. For now, though, he gets into place, climbing onto the bed and straddling his boyfriend.

"Hey, birthday boy," he croons. "I brought you breakfast in bed and a present to unwrap."

Threaded | Flat

York sleeps through the whole thing. He might not have been sleeping so well lately, but being with Sigma helps a ton and when Sigma gets up, he only makes a small noise and turns into the warm, recently-vacated space, burying his face into the pillow, breathing in the smell of his boyfriend and still asleep.

By the time Sigma gets back, he's more sprawled out, but still dead to the world. Sigma could be doing everything at normal volume, or even louder and he wouldn't stir much.

The weight that settles on him, however, is another matter. With a grunt, he shifts, frowning slightly as the first streams of consciousness kick in. Then the smell of coffee and the sound of Sigma's voice hit him and that's enough to get him to try and open his eyes, blinking blearily up at the slowly focusing haze in front of him. He smiles as he recognises Sigma, and rubs the sleep out of his good eye while suppressing a yawn.

'Mm, morning,' he says, looking back up now his vision's cleared a bit. He blinks. Blinks again. ...Is he seeing this right?

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