Mornings like this were your favorite, two cups of coffee one for you and one for your boyfriend while the rain was beating against the window of your shared bedroom.

It was just so fucking peaceful, not a noise being made besides the occasional sips of coffee and the rain pouring from outside. Times like this you cherished the most, as did he… Like there was nothing in this world that could be better than just spending time with each other.

He was quite the sleeper, though. Skeet was by far the most intense sleeper you have ever met in your entire life… Like was he WWE-ing the fucking sheets every night? Who knew what was going on in that brain of his.

Tossing, turning, mumbling, and snoring. Oh he snored… He snored bad.

But, of course… The crazy sleeping came with its perks for sure. Every morning the second he would wake up, his hair would be tussled up in the most wild ways imaginable. It was honestly so hilarious and quite adorable.

As you were trying to hold back your laughter, hiding your smile with the cup of coffee you had in your hands.. He couldn’t help but throw a playful huff your way.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He scoffs playfully, voice still thick with sleep and tiredness. “It ain’t that bad.”

Oh, but it is that bad. How he even manages to get it so crazy is beyond you… And damn it was so hilarious. By now it was a morning routine for you to fix his hair with whatever you deem necessary.

“Keep bitchin’, ain’t gonna be too long before you fix it.” He says, sipping his coffee while his free hand massaged up and down your thigh. “You just can’t help yourself.”

No, no… You can’t.