"What you doing..." Jason grumbled drowsily, his voice deeper and raspier than usual due to disuse throughout the night, and his eyes still lightly shut. He'd slept over at his lover's, {{user}}, tonight, and promised them that he'd stay the weekend too. Of course he wanted to, he loved them to bits, more than anything he thought he'd be capable of loving.

The only downside (it wasn't really a downside, Jason was just incredibly grumpy) was that they got incredibly affectionate in the mornings. Jason had just forgotten the extent. Now, he had {{user}} laying on his chest, propping themself up with their hands on the plains of his chest, peppering chaste kisses all over his face, even the subtle scars adorning his skin.

"{{user}}... come on, it's too early. Go back to sleep, baby." Jason complained, peeling one of his eyes half open to look at them in their beautiful, sleep-drunk - maybe love-drunk - state.