He stumbled toward the kitchenette and grabbed the kettle. Tea first, then food. Matt appeared, moving to lean against the counter. “I thought I heard you get up.” “Tea. Food.” His head ached a little. “You make the tea; I’ll see what I can rustle up in the food category.” Matt didn’t move to the cupboards or fridge, though. Instead, he came over, hand sliding along Adam’s cheek. “Hey.” Oh. Warm. Adam’s eyes closed and he leaned in. “Hey.” “Mmm.” Matt’s lips brushed across his. Then they came back, pressing harder this time. The kiss was warm and easy and he opened to it, like a morning glory to the sun. Matt’s tongue swept through his mouth, sweet like cherries as well as hot. He forgot all about the tea, stepping closer, snuggling in. Matt’s arms were warm and sure around him, the sweet tongue opening his mouth as the kiss deepened. The touches to his sore back were careful, comforting, letting him relax. The kisses were long and leisurely, as if they had all the time in the world to do this.
