It wasn’t a rare thing to find himself downstairs alone on Sunday mornings. Ellis liked to sleep in, and he didn’t mind the quiet time to himself while he prepared breakfast for them. Usually it was simple fare, scrambled eggs or juicy sausages or waffles piled high for his little mechanic while he had toast and fruit and sipped his coffee. But this morning he felt like doing something special. And so it was with tray in hand that he found himself heading upstairs to wake Ellis up, bringing with him a plate of french toast dusted lightly with powdered sugar and accompanied by a glass of milk and silverware.
Ellis was bundled tightly in the sheets, murmuring to himself in his sleep as he clutched at the blankets. After a couple moments, he tiredly blinked his eyes open, realizing that something wasn’t quite right. He didn’t feel as warm as he usually did. After being used to sleeping with Nick for so long, it was strange to not feel that. He slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes before stretching his arms up above him, not bothering to fix his bed-head yet.
Nick slipped into the bedroom with tray in hand and saw Ellis sitting up in the tangled sheets, looking as though he’d only just finally managed to rouse himself. He chuckled quietly at the sight he made, mussed and sleepy. “Good morning, kiddo, finally,” he said, crossing the room to his bedside. “You’re up just in time.” He settled the tray carefully on the bed in front of him and then took a seat on the edge of the mattress near him, dropping a fond kiss to the top of his messy head.
Ellis blinked rapidly a few times, trying to take this all in while he was still half-asleep. “G’mornin’…” he replied before glancing down at the tray, not quite realizing that Nick had brought him breakfast in bed. But when he did get it through his thick skull, he grinned widely. “Aw, shit, Nick! Yer the best!” he said happily, not hesitating to grab the fork from the small pile of silverware and quickly dig into his meal.
“I know, I know,” said Nick with a grin, content to sit and watch as Ellis tore into the food hungrily. He’d already had his breakfast downstairs while he was cooking for his lover. “I felt like doing something a little different for you this morning. I didn’t think you’d mind it too much.” Considering what a mess Ellis tended to be in the kitchen, that was an understatement. But he enjoyed providing quality food for his lover, especially when he always seemed to enjoy it so much.
“A’course I don’ mind!” Ellis said after swallowing his first bite before quickly going back to devouring his breakfast. Lord, he didn’t know how the hell Nick could make stuff so tasty on a regular basis. It seemed like barely any time passed and he was already half done with the french toast, and he hadn’t even touched his drink yet.
Nick contented himself with petting Ellis’ tangled curls gently as his lover ate his fill, slowly working the soft locks of hair into their usual attractive fall with his fingers. His own hair was already slicked back, but he hadn’t bothered to change out of his sleepwear just yet, just tugged on his robe over it before heading off downstairs to provide the food he was now scarfing down. It was a good way to start a lazy Sunday.
Ellis couldn’t help but smile as he ate at the soft petting to his hair. It didn’t take him long to finish off his meal, chugging down his glass of milk to finish off, licking away the mustache left by it afterwards. “Any reason yew decided tuh do tha’ tuhday?” he asked, blinking a couple times at his lover. Usually Nick didn’t go so out there with his breakfasts like this.
Nick smiled fondly and leaned down to kiss his lover softly, amused by the confusion in his eyes, tasting the last lingering droplets of milk on his upper lip and sugar on his tongue. “Just felt like spoiling you this morning,” he hummed quietly as he pulled away. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t do that enough for you.”
“Aw, darlin’… Yew spoil me plenty enough,” Ellis said lovingly, reaching to move the tray off of his lap so he could lovingly wrap his arms around Nick’s shoulders, tugging him down for another kiss. It seemed like Nick found it easier to show his love through little tasks and gifts than actually saying it out loud. But it came across just the same way. And it made it so when Nick actually did say it out loud, it made it that much more special.
Nick arched a brow at him, smirking as he returned his kiss. “Well, if that’s the case I’ll just save myself the trouble the next time I think about making you french toast in bed.” He didn’t put too much stock in Ellis’ words, though. His little lover was too selfless to know if he was being properly spoiled or not, and Nick knew he didn’t do enough sometimes to let him know that he really actually cared.
Ellis snorted and rolled his eyes, knowing Nick was just joking when it came to that. Hell, by next week, he’d probably end up doing something along these lines again. He smiled and lifted his hands to slide them back through Nick’s hair. “Y’know, yew kin be real sweet sometimes, darlin’…” he said lovingly, gazing up at the older man with his innocent blue eyes.
Nick snorted and glanced away, but he didn’t move from his lover’s gentle touch. “Yeah, yeah, so you say,” he muttered. But he didn’t exactly appreciate having the word applied to him. He wasn’t sweet. He mostly left that sort of thing to Ellis. Just because he was trying to actually be worthy of his little lover and do the things he deserved didn’t make him sweet. It probably made him a manipulative asshole more than anything else.
Ellis blinked a couple times, frowning a little. “Yew don’ think so…?” he asked softly. “Nick, yew do so much fer me all the time… An’ yew don’ think tha’s sweet?” He just didn’t understand that Nick wasn’t going out of his way to do these things because he wanted to, but it was because he felt like he needed to, to show that he cared. It flew right over Ellis’ head. He just thought that having Nick love him back was good enough for everything.
Nick fought the urge to roll his eyes. He hadn’t denied the words to cause trouble. Hell, he’d made the kid breakfast in bed to ensure they had a nice, lazy day. Getting him all worked up now would just undo what he’d been working toward. “I don’t know, I guess I don’t really think about it like that, I just do it.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Call it whatever you want, though.” After a moment, he leaned away. “I’m going downstairs for another cup of coffee. Come on down with me.”
Ellis blinked a couple times before putting on a soft smile and nodding, carefully getting out of the sheets and picking up the tray with the dirty dishes. If they were going down to the kitchen, he might as well take those down as well. “After yew, darlin’,” he urged, giving his lover a little shove with the edge of the tray. Half of the reason why he wanted Nick to go before him was so he could open the door, seeing as his hands were obviously full.
Nick smiled and got to his feet, chuckling as Ellis nudged him toward the door. “All right, all right, I’m going,” he said, catching the door knob with one hand and pulling it open, standing aside so Ellis could pass through in front of him. Crisis averted, thank goodness. He left the door standing open as he followed Ellis down the stairs, and couldn’t help but wonder sometimes just what the rest of the day would hold with such an interesting start as this.
