When Justin Baruch wakes up, his bed is empty. This was an uncommon, but not at all surprising occurrence, though he did enjoy those days when Monty felt inclined to offer a warmer, more...intimate kind of wake-up call.
He stretches out his arms and pads out of bed, heading to his private gym for a more traditional workout, a habit of his on early mornings when he was alone, and then showers and gets ready for the day.
He's toweling his hair dry, an open button-down shirt on, when he pokes his head into the luxurious suite of rooms set aside for Monty, containing no less than two full walk-in closets of their clothes and toys and jewelry and belongings, and pauses at the sight of his Companion standing in front of a mirror, dressed in complementary business attire, and raises an eyebrow, a pleasant anticipatory heat running through his body.
"I think I'm in the mood for an early treat before breakfast," he comments, eyes steady on Monty, to judge their reaction to the suggestion. "I've got several public appearances to make today, so it'll have to be quick or I'll miss my first appointment."
no subject
He stretches out his arms and pads out of bed, heading to his private gym for a more traditional workout, a habit of his on early mornings when he was alone, and then showers and gets ready for the day.
He's toweling his hair dry, an open button-down shirt on, when he pokes his head into the luxurious suite of rooms set aside for Monty, containing no less than two full walk-in closets of their clothes and toys and jewelry and belongings, and pauses at the sight of his Companion standing in front of a mirror, dressed in complementary business attire, and raises an eyebrow, a pleasant anticipatory heat running through his body.
"I think I'm in the mood for an early treat before breakfast," he comments, eyes steady on Monty, to judge their reaction to the suggestion. "I've got several public appearances to make today, so it'll have to be quick or I'll miss my first appointment."