Light poured into Ronald's closed eyes. He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly. Will towered over him, watching him intently, fighting back the urge to stroke that smooth, bare chest Ronald looked around, momentarily confused as to why he's –they're- still at home half naked. He sat up, careful not sitting up too fast. He looked around again for his glasses but didn't see them.
"Will," he said, starting to panic about his missing glasses, "where are my glasses?"
Will smiled and held up the blonde's glasses, twirling them around, the perfect 'You mean these?' expression on his face. Ronald held out his hand, but Will just simply bent down and licked it, before reluctantly returning the glasses. Ronald slipped them on his face and yawned.
"What's up?" Ronald asked.
Will chuckled, and he leaned down and kissed him. "Want breakfast?" he asked, already knowing the answer. The boy was always hungry.
"Duh!" he laughed, but then quickly correcting himself knowing the Will didn't like rudeness. "I mean, you know I do."
Will nodded, smiling at the boy. He could tell that Ronald was really waking up now. He'd lost that sleepy, confused look in his eyes. Will stood up, stretching. Ronald stood on the bed and wrapped his arms around his lover's neck. Sighing, Will dipped down to-literally-sweep him off his feet. A giggle escaped Ronald's mouth as he was carried into the kitchen where he hopped off his back. He trailed his hand down the taller man's bare chest, plans forming in his head already. His stomach growling instantly put a crimp in that idea, but only for the moment.
Will cleared his throat. "I took the liberty cook breakfast already," he said, distracted by the hand sweeping over his chest.
"Oh~?" Ronald said more or less to himself. "When?"
"Quite early. Around maybe five."
Ronald glanced at the clock on the clean, black and white stove, and his eyebrows rose. It was only nine now. "Did you eat already?"
Will shook his head. "Not really." He moved to the microwave and turned it on for a minute.
Ronald stared at Will, a slight teasing look flashing through his green orbs. He trailed his hand down that pretty, pale chest of Will's, smirking at the brunette's reaction to the touch. He swept his hand lightly of Will's member, causing a small groan to escape. He wondered what would happen if he took Will to a pub, got him a little tipsy. He might be able to take control over him for once.
The microwave dinged its finish; it was met by his stomach growling loudly. Will chuckled, handing him the plate stacked full with pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Damn, Will treated him like a king sometimes! "Thanks, love," he said, and he sat down at the white table. He opened up his laptop. He sighed when he noticed it was already on. Will must have been on it earlier. He opened up Internet Explorer and logged into facebook. A few minutes on, and he got a message from Eric Slingby.
ERIC: WANNA COME TO A POOL PARTY? YOU CAN BRING BOSS MAN.
RONALD: HMMM. MAYBE. WHAT TIME?
ERIC: ABOUT 10 TONIGHT.
RONALD: SURE. I SHOULD BE DONE WITH A FEW…ERRINS BY THEN.
ERIC: WHAT KIND OF 'ERRINS'?
RONALD: IMMA TAKE WILL TO A PUB, SEE IF I CAN GET HIM DRUNK.
ERIC: I WANNA COME!
RONALD: YOU GONNA HAVE DRINKS RIGHT?
ERIC: HELLS YES! ;D
RONALD: ERIC, YOU SCARE ME SOMETIMES.
ERIC: HELLS YEAH. I SCARE A LOT OF PEOPLE THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
RONALD: WOOW. WE'LL BEE THERE.
ERIC: GREAT! OH, AND WHILE YOUR DOING YOUR 'ERRINS' GET BOSS MAN SOME TRUNKS INSTEAD OF THEM DAMN SPEEDOS. –SHUDDER-
RONALD: NO, I DUN WANNA *A*
ERIC: DAMN, IT KID DO IT! SAVE EVERYONE ELSES' EYES. WE'RE BLIND ENOUGH AS IT IS!
RONALD: FUCK OFF!
RONALD: -GLARES- FINE! .
ERIC: I ALWAYS WIN.
-ERIC SLINGBY HAS GONE OFFLINE-
Ronald snorted as he worked the pancake he started down his throat. He exited out of the chat window. He logged off of his account, and finished eating. Today was going to be one hell of a busy day. He was going to make sure of it.