Emmett awoke, disentangling himself from Gavin gently, trying not to wake him. He rose from the bed after sitting on the edge for a moment to stretch. Quietly, he walked to the kitchen. Gavin woke up to the sound of the coffee grinder, and padded down the hall silently.
Stepping into the kitchen, Gavin admired Emmett as he set the coffee grounds on the counter, waiting for the water to heat up before putting both in the French-press. Every toned muscle used to complete this task showed itself, and Gavin watched lovingly. It was hard for Gavin to believe that Emmett had been in the hospital only two weeks earlier. He pushed the thought from his mind, letting the past remain just that.
"You are the only man in the world who makes the act of making coffee sexy," he said in a low voice.
"I doubt that," Emmett said, turning around. Gavin walked up to him, picked him up and set him on the counter. He ran his hands down Emmett's chest and stomach, loving the feel of the short, light dusting of hair tickling his palms and fingertips.
Emmett wrapped his legs around Gavin, pulling him against the counter and into a quick kiss. He wrapped his arms around Gavin's neck, and Gavin took full advantage of the position. He picked Emmett up and, while kissing him, walked toward the bedroom.
"The coffee--" Emmett muttered half-heartedly, his nose rubbing against Gavin's.
"Fuck the coffee," Gavin whispered gruffly, kissing Emmett deeply.
"You're remarkably convincing, Mr. Adams," Emmett smiled, reeling from the kiss. He bent his head down for another short kiss before he had the feeling of weightlessness and the recognition that he was falling. He felt the bed embrace his impact, then Gavin on top of him.
"You need to stop wearing these, because when you do, I just can't help myself," Gavin said, throwing Emmett's black underwear into the hamper in the corner.
"I would think you'd have better control over yourself," Emmett teased, wrapping his arms around Gavin and grabbing his buttocks with both hands. Gavin pulled back and away after the comment cautiously. He walked into the closet, and Emmett wondered where he was going.
"What are you doing?" Emmett asked. Before he knew it, Gavin had him in his favorite pair of lounge pants, and kissed him again.
"Having control," Gavin said, lying on his back beside Emmett. Emmett couldn't decide whether he was relieved or disappointed, but decided he was more the former. He rolled over onto Gavin's chest, lacing his fingers through Gavin's, and stretching both of their arms up. He leaned down and kissed Gavin, wishing he could look into Gavin's eyes.
"I trust you, Gavin. I hope you know that," he said. Gavin felt a feeling of warmth as Emmett's eyes pierced into his soul. He could see the meaning behind Emmett's words reflected in the dark brown looking-glasses.
"I do," Gavin said, kissing Emmett again, then realizing the significance of the words. He saw that Emmett had the same thought running through his head, told by his blush. Emmett rolled off of him, lying beside him on his side.
"I know. I heard when you told me you loved me every night in the hospital," Emmett stated.
"What? When? But you were--" Gavin was puzzled.
"Yes, I know, but I still heard. I also heard every time you read
