Ashton and Lance enjoyed the late-night fast food date after a failed date at the club. And it ended with them both staying in Ashton's apartment. Ashton went to bed immediately so that Lance couldn't keep him up all night.
"..." As daylight filtered in, Ashton groaned, blinking his eyes open. Ashton sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around the room, and saw Lance sleeping beside him, his arm over Ashton's waist. Ashton yawned and subconsciously ran his fingers through Lance's hair. "So tired."
"Morning, handsome," Lance greeted, half asleep, and sat up, holding Ashton by the waist. "Did you sleep well last night? It was hectic last night after the creeper situation."
"Yeah, we were up late," Ashton said, rubbing his eyes. "I don't even remember what happened after we came in."
"That's fair, you were exhausted," Lance said, resting his chin on Ashton's shoulder. "Anyway, we should get up and have some breakfast."
"You mean food? Or eating syrup and whipped cream off me while wearing nothing?" Ashton asked, half looking at Lance. "You have mentioned an interest in doing that sometime."
"Guilty as charged," Lance let out a laugh. He nuzzled into Ashton's neck and breathed in his scent. Ashton leaned back into Lance a little. "Are you up for that today?"
"Not today," Ashton said, stretching. "I need to eat breakfast, and I need to start my day. Coffee and breakfast to start."
"Alright, let's get up then," Lance said as he got out of bed. Ashton followed close behind, stretching and cracking his joints. Lance made his way into the kitchen, began to make coffee for the two of them, and began looking through the fridge for breakfast items or to make something for breakfast. Ashton took a seat on one barstool he had around an island in the kitchen, and rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. Lance set a cup of coffee in front of Ashton. "I'll put together some breakfast, drink this while I get to work on breakfast."
"Thanks, Lance," Ashton said to Lance and took a sip of coffee. Lance gave Ashton a grin and went back to looking through the kitchen, gathering some items to get some breakfast. "So, what's for breakfast?"
"Probably pancakes and fruit," Lance said as he dug out pancake mix, fruit, and some toppings. "Any specific preferences for what goes in the pancakes or toppings?"
"Not that I can think of," Ashton told Lance, sipping his coffee. "Just nothing spicy."
"Oh, yeah?" Lance asked. Looking over his shoulder at Ashton. "Is there a reason for that besides that spicy breakfast is not something anyone does?"
"My older sister pulled a prank by putting spicy seasoning in pancakes, and I ended up spitting fire everywhere," Ashton explained, finishing his coffee. "So, I haven't trusted her with making pancakes since then. This was back when I was still going to high school."
"Really?" Lance asked, genuinely surprised. Lance let out a laugh, shaking his head as he put together the supplies. "That is insane. "It makes sense that your parents prohibit her from making pancakes for you."
"Yeah," Ashton sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. "Our parents weren't happy that she did that. They restricted her cooking privileges for a few weeks."
"Probably," Lance laughed, and got to work making the pancakes. "Sounds like you have an interesting relationship with your sister."
"It's complicated," Ashton agreed, and set aside his cup. "But she is a lot of fun to hang out with."
"Probably," Lance said, getting a plate ready for the pancakes and toppings. And slid a cup of orange juice to Ashton. Ashton looked between the cup and Lance. Ashton didn't have orange juice. So this was confusing to him. "I got some orange juice last night, you probably were too tired to remember since we came back at about two in the morning, so."
"Oh, okay," Ashton said, then sipped the juice. Lance got to work on putting together the pancakes and topping. Whipped cream, berries, and a bit of syrup. "I didn't think you cooked for others. But then again, you did take cooking classes in college, from what I saw."
"Yeah, I did," Lance confirmed, and set the plate of breakfast out for Ashton. Lance set out some utensils, then sat with Ashton for breakfast. "Enjoy."
"Thanks," Ashton dug into the breakfast, and his tail came out, beginning to wag. "This is really freaking good!"
"I'm glad," Lance watched Ashton eat, a grin on his face. He was sure that Ashton was in every step of his future. But he didn't say anything about that, not yet at least.