Scott wakes up to the smell of coffee and scrambled eggs. He opens his eyes feeling well-rested for once - and sees Carter coming into the room with a tray carefully balanced in his hands. He shuts his eyes again but can’t help smiling. Of course Carter notices.
“You awake?” he asks softly. “I have breakfast. And coffee, I have coffee.”
“Not awake,” Scott mumbles, but Carter sets down the tray and touches Scott’s ankle, and it makes him laugh. He can’t feign sleep anymore.
“I know you’re awake,” Carter says. “Eat breakfast with me, come on.”
Scott peeks out from under the covers and squints up at Carter. “Did you seriously bring me breakfast in bed?”
Carter beams. “Yes. Yes, I did. All your favorites. Because I’m an awesome boyfriend.”
Scott’s heart skips a beat, and he pinches himself under the blanket to make sure he’s actually awake. Then he sits up, careful not to overturn the tray, and folds his legs under him, rubbing at his eyes. He can’t quite make himself meet Carter’s eyes as he says, “Um...you mean...” He almost wishes he could still hide under the covers.
“Only if you want to, Scott, but...I thought about it for a long time last night, and I do. Want to. It feels...kind of right, you know? Like maybe this was supposed to happen. I just feel like things are going the right direction again, and all that shit with Alex and with Layla... like maybe that was just a detour, trying to get us where we are now, you know? But I really want to be with you, and I think we’re so good together. We could be so good together.” Carter speaks quickly, the words tripping over each other, but Scott thinks he understands the gist of it. The important part.
“You really want to...be with me?” Scott asks.
Carter reaches out and grabs his hand. “Yeah. I really do.”
Scott looks at their entwined hands and then bites his lip, looking away. His voice is shaking when he speaks. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you want me?”
Carter laughs a little, looking uncertain, and Scott knows then that it’ll all come crashing down again. “Why wouldn’t I want you? You’re... You’re gorgeous, and talented, and... I don’t know, you get me. You make me happy. These past few days...haven’t you been happy? I thought - I guess, if you don’t feel the same, then - ”
“No! That’s not... I do. I just don’t get it.” He looks down at his lap and smiles sheepishly. “I have been happy here.”
Carter slides two fingers under Scott’s chin, tilting his head up. Then he leans forward and kisses Scott’s lips, soft and sweet. “You don’t have to get it, baby. Just trust me. I want this. I want you.”
Scott’s comforted by Carter’s closeness, by his kisses, but he doesn’t think Carter understands. “I’m just... I’m really fucking bad at this. I mean, you saw how it ended with Layla, and with all the others... I just... I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“I know you, Scott,” Carter says quietly. “You can’t disappoint me.” Carter pats Scott’s knee and flashes a grin. “All right, time for breakfast.”
“Are we... boyfriends now?” Scott asks.
“That’s what you want, right?”
“Yeah. I mean... yeah. I do.”
“Then we are,” Carter says simply. “And we are going to have breakfast in bed, and then I’m going to kiss you and we can spend the whole day together.”
“You mean you want to fuck me again,” Scott says slyly. Carter opens his mouth to reply and, by the look on his face, apologize, but Scott cuts him off. “I’m cool with that. I like that idea. You should definitely fuck me again.”
Carter laughs and kisses Scott again, deeper this time. “I think that can be arranged.”
Scott slides his arms up around Carter’s neck, pulling him closer and leaning back, heading for the pillows again, but Carter doesn’t follow him.
“Breakfast first,” he says firmly. “I cooked all this shit, and you are going to eat it. Besides,” he adds with a smirk, “we’ll need our energy.”
Scott rolls his eyes and pulls the tray into his lap, while Carter climbs into bed and slides behind him, so they can lean against each other. Scott shifts back into Carter’s arms and looks up at him, resting his cheek on Carter’s warm, bare chest. The look Carter gives him in return is so intensely heated that Scott can’t bring himself to care about food.
Carter reaches around him, picks up a slice of pineapple with his fingers, and brings it to Scott’s mouth with the murmured command to eat. Scott sucks the fruit into his mouth and licks the juice off Carter’s fingers, then glances back over his shoulder. Carter licks his lips.
“I fucking love your mouth, Scott,” he says.
“I’d rather be tasting you right now,” Scott tells him, deliberately fluttering his eyelashes.
Carter pinches Scott’s arm. “You can’t just say things like that. Fuck.”
Scott laughs and picks up a forkful of scrambled eggs. “It’s true, though. I didn’t get to last night, and I want to.”
Carter licks the shell of Scott’s ear as he chews and swallows. “You want me to fuck you, or you want to suck me off?”
“Both,” Scott replies, shuddering. “I want everything. Anything.”
“I’m all yours, baby, whatever you want. For the rest of today, anyway. Tomorrow, I have to go back to work.” Carter sighs. “Wish I didn’t.”
Scott’s moved on to the bacon now, and he crunches away contentedly and leans back against Carter’s chest. “Don’t wanna think about tomorrow yet,” he says.
“I like that,” Carter says. “Let’s just live in the moment, right? Fuck tomorrow. We’ll make today perfect.”
Scott hums in agreement and finishes eating quietly, finally starting to come fully awake. This morning is surreal, and he’s completely sober but he feels almost high. He’s glad for Carter’s solid presence, big and warm behind him, reminding him that this is real.
After Scott finishes breakfast - and insists Carter help him - Carter pulls him out of bed and into the bathroom with the promise of washing Scott’s hair for him, scrubbing him clean all over.
“All over?” Scott asks, grinning.
Carter pulls Scott into his arms and leans down so they’re sharing the same air. “I want to touch every inch of you.”
The smile slides off Scott’s face just in time for Carter’s kiss, fierce and hot and insistent, and Scott feels his legs turn to jelly but there’s nothing he can do to stop it. Carter’s hands clenched tight around his biceps are the only things holding him upright.
Carter finally deposits him on the side of the tub and Scott stays where he’s put, catching his breath and watching Carter bend over to twist the taps on as hot as they’ll go. The bathroom quickly fills with steam and Scott lets it take him over, relax him as he breathes it in.
Carter’s shower isn’t small, but they still take up a lot of room, and Scott’s surprised at how easy it is to be naked and wet and close, at how unashamed he feels. Carter pushes him back under the spray and kisses him deep, water running down their faces and into their mouths, and Scott needs to breathe but he doesn’t want to stop, feels like he could drown smiling in this.
He can feel Carter’s cock brushing against his hip, and he reaches down to wrap his fingers around it, stroking slowly and opening his eyes to watch Carter’s face. Scott’s always thought Carter was fucking hot, but god, like this...his hair is wet and falling in his eyes in dark spikes, and his mouth is open and panting, water dripping from lip to lip, and he’s staring at Scott with this look, his eyes lit up from the inside. Scott doesn’t even think, doesn’t hesitate, just slides down to his knees, resting his hands on the muscles of Carter’s thighs and looking up through the water at him.
Carter slides his hand through Scott’s wet hair, pushing it out of his face and cradling the back of his head gently and says, “You don’t have to do this.”
“But I want to,” Scott tells him. “I want to taste...” He leans forward and licks the head of Carter’s cock, savoring the taste of precome on his tongue. “I need to.” He shifts his weight and spreads his knees for better balance, then pulls Carter’s cock to the right level for his mouth. Carter’s hand doesn’t leave the back of his head, but it’s oddly comforting, not like the times when people just grabbed his hair.
“Easy,” Carter instructs. “Take it slow.”
Scott leans forward and presses a kiss to the tip of Carter’s cock, just like he remembers doing in what feels like another life, another time, and Carter’s fingers twitch a little where they’re touching him. He likes doing that, feeling Carter react to him, and he ventures another lick, slower and harder, right over the slit.
Carter groans and his hips shift, just a little, pressing himself against Scott’s lips just for a second before he regains control. “That’s right, baby, come on, just a little bit now...”
Scott opens his mouth and slides down, lets Carter’s cock press down on his tongue and stretch his lips wide, and he knows he should stop but he doesn’t want to, wants to just keep pushing until he has it all.
Carter stops him before he hits his throat, tugging sharply on Scott’s wet hair, and Scott whines up at him around his cock. “Fuck, I know baby, I know. I’ll get you there, just...god, just stay right there, fucking perfect for the first time...”
He’s moving his hips now, shallow fucks into Scott’s mouth, and Scott sucks down the taste of him and thrills at the ache in his jaw and thinks about how he gets to do this again. He has a boyfriend and he sucks his cock and he gets to do it whenever he wants, and maybe the thought shouldn’t make him so happy, but, for some reason, it does. It really does.
Scott reaches up to wrap a hand around the base of Carter’s cock and redoubles his efforts, pressing his lips tight and working his tongue and really sucking, and after a few moments his thoughts sort of...fade out, everything inside him going calm, lost in the repetitive motion of it, the growing pain in his knees, Carter’s looming presence over him. When Carter comes, it takes him completely by surprise, his mouth suddenly overwhelmed with the sharp, bitter taste of him. He wants to swallow it down, but he can’t, too unprepared, everything happening too fast, so he pulls off and licks Carter through it instead, come hitting his lips and cheeks and chin for just a moment before the water washes it away. He thinks about what it would be like to do this away from the water, to kneel in front of Carter and be marked that way, Carter’s scent clinging all over his face, and suddenly he realizes how hard he is himself, close already, and he has to reach down and stroke himself quickly, lost in Carter’s hand petting slowly over his wet hair and the images in his head.
Carter pulls him to his feet and presses him back against the cold tiles of the wall, batting his hand away from his cock and taking over. Carter’s hand is bigger and he grips tighter, and he kisses Scott so deeply, licking his own taste out of Scott’s mouth, and Scott’s coming before he even knows it’s going to happen, cries muffled under Carter’s lips and come spilling over Carter’s fingers.
They stand very still for several moments, and Scott’s panting but it’s hard to breathe through the thick, steamy air. He feels overheated, suddenly, and overwhelmed with satisfaction, pleased with himself for doing so well, giving Carter what he wanted. Carter kisses him again, softly, and leaves him standing there while he turns off the water and pulls a fluffy towel down from the rack. He wraps it around Scott’s shoulders like a cape and uses the corners to wipe the moisture from his face, and taps Scott’s nose before turning to get his own towel.
“We forgot to wash,” Scott says suddenly, a giggle bubbling up out of him at the realization.
Carter grins down at him, laughing too. “What can I say? You’re distracting,” he says. “Besides, I’m just gonna get you all dirty again.” His voice goes low and seductive, and Scott feels a delicious shiver run through him. He pulls the towel closer around him and watches Carter as he dries himself, unable to look away from all those freckles highlighted in the bright light of the bathroom. He smiles to himself. They’re everywhere.