"Andy. Baby. It's time to wake up." Maxwell's voice was full of humour, amusement, and warmth. Andrew grumbled, burying his face further into his stomach, squeezing him tightly.
Andrew had changed up their sleeping positions yesterday.
Unlike normal, where Maxwell was usually surrounded by Andrew's arms, wrapped up all nice and snug, Andrew had needed the comfort. So he had buried his face in Maxwell's chest, no care if he had to curl his feet up so that they weren't dangling off the end of the bed, and forced Maxwell to wrap his legs around him. He wanted to be near where the smells were the strongest, but he didn't think Maxwell wanted to sleep with his legs wrapped around his throat.
There was too much risk, so this was what Andrew had settled on in his head.
Andrew sighed as Maxwell ran his fingers through Andrew's hair. It was nice. He liked it.
"Mmm. Five more minutes?" Andrew asked and Maxwell chuckled.
