One Timers

The sun was just barely peeking through the the curtains in your bedroom. It was early, way too early to be getting out of bed and definitely to early for Cam's alarm to be going off. You let out an aggravated noise and tried to curl further beneath the covers, hoping to catch a few more hours of sleep.

To your right, Cam was still sleeping, although you weren't sure how. His alarm was loud.

"Cam." You shoved your elbow into his side in hopes of rousing him from his sleep. No luck. "Cam, for fuck sake wake up." Again you shoved your elbow into him, albeit a little harder. You were just about to try and wake him again when you felt movement from his side of the bed, movement that was immediately followed by a groan.

You watched as he blindly reached for his phone, tapping the screen until his alarm was silenced. He stayed on his back for a moment, trying to wake himself up before he would have to leave the warm confinements of your bed.

After a minute of silence passed, and then a few more did, you were sure he had fallen asleep again. You were just opening your mouth, thinking of a few curse words to yell at him, when he spoke.

"You know I would be a lot more awake right now if you had woken me up with a blow job." His eyes were still closed, but you could see a hint of a smile forming on his lips. You let out a laugh at his comment and shook your head.

"And they say romance is dead." It's was Cam's turn to laugh and he did so before turning to face you, finally opening his eyes.

"Good morning babe."

"Good morning to you." The two of you sat there for a moment, just staring at each other with goofy smiles on your faces.

Cam's phone started to ring from its spot on the nightstand, but he made no move to get it.

"Shouldn't you answer that?"

"Probably." He didn't look away from you, but you knew the phone call was important.

You continued to stare at each other, smiles growing, until the call was dangerously close to going to voicemail. Finally, being the adult in the relationship, you placed a hand on his chest and playfully pushed him towards his phone.

"Answer it you goof."

He rolled his eyes, but reached for his phone anyways. He swung his legs over the side of the bed just as he answered the phone.

"Hello?" From your spot in the bed you could admire his bare back. His muscles were a work of art, bending and contracting every time he stretched, he had you biting your lip and he didn't even know it.

"Yes I was awake... No we weren't doing anything." You rolled your eyes and laid your head back down on your pillow. "I told her to wake me up with a bl- ow!" Cam's sentence was cut short when the pillow you'd thrown at him made contact with the back of his head.

He turned towards you, still holding the phone to his ear and stuck his tongue out at you. You gave him your best angry face but started laughing when the person on the other line started yelling at him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever... Okay. See you in 10?" With that he hung up his phone and stood from the bed. You watched as he slowly made his way around the room, collecting a pair of sweatpants and a shirt from the bedroom floor before making his way to the shower.

When he returned 5 minutes later, you had almost fallen back asleep. Cam noticed this and was extra quiet while gathering his phone and wallet. He was just walking out of the bedroom door when you softly called his name.

"Yeah?" He stopped walking, waiting for you to continue.

"I didn't get a kiss." He was immediately walking back to you and leaning over the bed to plant a kiss on your lips. "Are we still on for lunch?"

He nodded, but noticed your eyes were still closed. "Yeah definitely. The usual?" You let out a noise of what he hoped was agreement just as he got a text message letting him know his ride was there.

He walked towards the bedroom door for the second time that day and he found himself stopping to look back over his shoulder at you. He was staring, but he didn't care, he could look at you all day.

Cam had a very serious thought of calling in sick and crawling back into bed with you. But he knew he couldn't and as if to remind him, his phone vibrated in his hand letting him know that if he wasn't outside in 2 seconds, he would be walking.

He shoved the phone into his back pocket and quietly exited the house. Lunch seemed like to far away.

Notes

This is soft and fluffy and making me feel some kind of way.
Anyway, thanks to the cutie that requested this! Also on a much more serious note, I'm 3 inches taller than this man and that makes me :((