Fog, J/D drabble, PG-13

[sid]

Warnings: pre-caffeinated Daniel and spoilery icon. 

FOG

The kitchen tiles were cool against the soles of his feet. His hands braced against the counter, encircling the gurgling coffee maker. His head sagged, eyes closed, mind drifting drowsily.

 

Footsteps raised his lids to half-mast. He felt a hand at the base of his spine, sliding underneath his tee-shirt. His lips curved as his eyes narrowed to mere slits. He grunted.

 

The hand crept downward, into his shorts, cupping his rear. His smile broadened as his eyes slid completely shut. A mouth nuzzled at the side of his neck as strong fingers squeezed the flesh they clasped.

 

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Comments

[sid]

I like a good ramble. ;-)

Thanks!