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Peter's phone sounded an alarm for the third time that morning, and for the third time, Peter swiped at the off button without opening his eyes. The sun was already rising, sending slanting light in through the windows on the east side of their corner studio that he could see from behind his eyelids. He sighed and rolled over, spooning up behind Wade on the far side of the bed.
"Still not getting up?" Wade asked, taking Peter's hand from where it rested across his chest and kissing the tips of his fingers.
Peter hummed against the back of Wade's neck and concentrated on not letting his hand stick to Wade's mouth. "Got more alarms." His boyfriend was so warm compared to the air around them; this was Peter's first apartment with AC and he kept it at 75 all summer just to flex on his past self. It also helped when he wanted to cuddle with Wade but it was sweltering outside.
Wade shifted in his arms, turning so they were face to face. "Just don't go in," he said, his deep, dark eyes not dulled with sleep fixing on Peter's. For all Wade waxed poetic about Peter's "Bambi eyes", just one glance from Wade could put Peter entirely under his spell.
"I will," Peter replied, because that was the answer he was expected to give. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Wade's lips and tried his hardest to summon his normal work ethic, but then Wade was kissing him back in his sweet, shy way and Peter didn't want to go back to work ever again. "Sorry for waking you up," he said while pulling away.
"Don't worry about it, Petey. We can sleep in," Wade said with a wink. Peter sighed, unable to keep from smiling indulgently at Wade and no doubt encouraging him. He let himself be rolled over onto his back, and then Wade sat up and straddled his hips, looking down at him with mischievous eyes. "You deserve a day off. My hardworking man."
Peter, who couldn't help but start stroking Wade's thighs when all that beautifully lit skin was put in front of him, stopped his slow, circular motions. "I should be your hardworking man today. And you should be my gorgeous, generous wife who loves to make me breakfast." He landed a swift, playful open-handed tap to Wade's ass through his tiny little sleeping shorts.
It didn't spur Wade into action. In fact, it just made Wade bite his lip to try and muffle a whimper. "I'm always your wife," he breathed, slowly rolling his hips on Peter's lap. "Stay home."
Peter controlled the next motion with his hands, arching up into Wade's slow rhythm. "I'll stay home," he agreed.