Chapter 23 - Mornin' Moves

Trey woke up to the sound of soft snorin' right next to his ear. Zay was damn near on top of him, one leg slung over his, face buried in his neck like he ain't have no shame about takin' up all this space.

Trey blinked slow, body still heavy with sleep. He could feel Zay's breath against his skin, warm and steady. Normally, he woulda pushed him off by now, but... Trey just laid there, staring at the ceiling for a second before his arm shifted, hand resting against Zay's back.

Zay moved slightly, groaning into Trey's neck before he cracked an eye open. "What time is it?" he mumbled, voice raspy as hell.

Trey glanced at his phone. "Seven-thirty."

Zay groaned louder, throwing an arm over his face. "Damn.

Zay exhaled, stretching out against Trey before relaxing again. "Damn."

Trey hummed, fingers lazily tracing over Zay's spine. "get up."

Zay peeked at him from under his arm, frowning. "Nigga, for what?"

Trey chuckled, shaking his head as he sat up, making Zay slide off him. "Brush yo' damn teeth."

Zay grumbled but sat up anyway, rubbing his face before following Trey to the bathroom. They moved around each other easy, like this was routine now-Trey grabbing his toothbrush while Zay reached for his, both of 'em standing in front of the mirror, brushing in silence.

Zay yawned mid-brush, glancing at Trey through the mirror. "You cookin'?"

Trey spit his toothpaste out before side-eyeing him. "What I look like?"

Zay smirked, rinsing his mouth. "Like my man, so... yeah."

Trey shook his head, but he ain't argue. Just tapped Zay's hip as he walked past him, heading to the kitchen. "Sit yo' ass down."

Zay followed, plopping onto a stool by the counter, watching Trey move. He was still in his sweats, shirtless, muscles flexin' every time he reached for somethin'. Zay smirked, resting his chin in his palm.

"You real sexy when you bein' domestic."

Trey glanced at him over his shoulder, unbothered. "You real loud when you ain't helpin'."

Zay just grinned, watching as Trey started crackin' eggs into a bowl. Ain't take long for the smell of eggs and bacon to fill the kitchen. Trey wasn't no chef, but he made sure his shit was solid.

Zay pulled out his phone, scrolling through notifications. "Damn, my brother been blowin' me up."

Trey side-eyed him while flipping the bacon. "For what?"

"Tryna see when I'ma slide through," Zay muttered. "Said I been actin' brand new."

Trey smirked slightly, plating the food. "You have."

Zay gasped, pressing a hand to his chest. "I been busy."

Trey sat the plate in front of him, then leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to Zay's forehead before sittin' across from him. "I know."

Zay paused, blinkin' for a second before grinning. "Damn. You bein' sweet today."

Trey just shrugged, stabbing his fork into his eggs. "Eat."

Zay licked his lips before picking up his fork, smirking. "Yes, sir."