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It's early.

That's the only thing John can focus on as he trough his sleepy state feels cold hands running over his bare back. The darkness is still embracing him, it's comforting and his eyes feel heavy. He can more taste than smell the pillow of his bed, he's breathing the darkness in and trying to burrow further into the soft mattress. The cold fingers on his back move further up, playing with his shoulder blades as he changes his position, they're tracing over his neck, tickling slightly and moving closer to the place where the short, dark hair on the back of his head starts. John sighs and the boy with cool fingers hums behind him.

"Edward, it's like the middle of the night or something", he mumbles sleepily. He doesn't really want him to stop the fingers playing with every inch of skin they can reach, and Edward knows it. John smiles to himself as Edward leans to kiss his cheek from behind and lets his fingers run over John's cheekbone lovingly before slowly removing them. John is about to protest, but then Edward leans in again and his breath is hot against John's ear.
"It's nine in the morning already", and John hears the smile in Edward's voice. John smiles silently back at him as Edward backs off a bit to rest his head on John's shoulder, placing a little kiss on it. His fingers slowly return to John's face, and John draws a shuddering breath as Edward slowly traces his index finger along John's bottom lip. He shivers and his eyes close on their own, he loves it and he knows that Edward knows it. He can feel Edward's breathing as his brother's fingers make their way to his chin, down his neck... He tastes Edward's finger on his lips as he slowly wets them.

They rarely have this much time for one another. John can't remember when they last time had enough of time to wake each other up like this, he can't remember when was the last time they had time to lie in their bed for the whole morning or the whole day or how long they ever wanted. Normally it's all about fans, it's about job and angry Liam and tight schedule... But today it's about them and them only. Edward's eyelashes are fluttering against John's chin and he feels like his heart could burst any second. It's perfect, really. Edward's hands are running around his upper body and he's shivering because they are still so cold. He feels unbelievable urge to grab his brother's hands and warm them in between his own hands until they are warm, but he knows that he can't. The moment is perfect and he doesn't want to destroy it.

Edward shifts slightly so that his head is resting on John's chest, his blonde, tousled and soft hair tickling John. His hands are travelling down John's chest, stopping at his lower abdomen and massaging the skin there with his thumbs. He's biting at his lower lip, his brows furrowed and John feels amused. Edward's fingers once more run to rest on John's right hip bone and John shudders as Edward touches the sensitive spot just below his hipbone.

Edward backs off again, drawing his fingers away from John's body and he whines because really, what the hell Edward? They have the whole day for themselves, he can't stop now. And as he opens his mouth to say what he thinks Edward slams his lips against his.
It's a bit desperate, Edward's hands clutching on his neck and hair, it hurts a bit but mostly feels good, his lips are soft and smooth and John holds back a sob because it's a bit too much. He's been awake barely half an hour and Edward is licking at his lips, and as he slowly parts his lips he finally wakes up fully.

It's not amazing, but it's Edward and he's perfect, so it's perfect. He's so innocent and inexperienced, his touch shy and soft, and John feels like he's about to melt into the bed. Edward's eyes are closed, his cheeks red and his breathing fast trough his nose, their teeth hit each other at times but it's not awkward. It's not awkward because you can't be awkward with your other half and as their tongues meet John knows that they're not getting up in a while.
They break away eventually for air, and John wraps his arms around his brother's lithe body, drawing him closer.

"We could stay like the whole day", he murmurs. Edward's lips curl slowly into a soft smile and he kisses John's cheek quickly.
"I'd like that", he says.

Edward laughs softly as John kisses his nose quickly and John thinks that he may be in love. Actually, he's sure he is.