James didn’t sleep in very often. Even on the weekends, he was up early on his morning jog, then back to make breakfast and start on work that needed to be done around the house. Sirius, on the other hand, was notorious for sleeping late. By the time James had returned from his jog and started making breakfast, the grey-eyed beauty would only just be dragging himself out of bed, drawn by the smell of food that filled their little house. Until then, he would lay in their bed in the morning sun, usually sharp features soft in sleep.
James didn’t sleep in very often, but sometimes it was hard to resist. So, he was quite disappointed when he rolled over to pull his fiance closer, only to find an empty bed beside him. He frowned, sitting up and glancing around. No sign of Sirius or Smudge. Rising from the bed, he padded down the stairs to the sound of movement in the kitchen and was greeted with a pleasant sight: Sirius, bedhead and all, in nothing but one of James’ sweaters that just barely covered his ass. He was leaning over the counter, eyes half-lidded and sleepy as he scratched Smudge’s ears, while the coffee machine whirred and clicked, and the wonderful scent spread through the room as it filled the two mugs.
Smudge’s ear twitched when James approached but he didn’t give him away as he snuck up behind his preoccupied fiance. Sirius startled a little when James wrapped his arms around Sirius’ waist and snuggled down into the back of his neck.
“Well, look who finally decided to join the party.”
James chuckled against his neck as he snuggled closer to the warm body he knew so well. “The one time I slept in and you’re the early bird. What’s the special occasion?”
“Nothing much. I just wanted to surprise you.” Sirius turned in James’ arms to pass one of the mugs of coffee to him. “There’s cinnamon rolls in the oven too. Should be done in about 20 minutes.”
“So that’s what I smelled. I love it when you bake.” He took the mug and stole a kiss. “Since I haven’t gone on my jog yet, want to come with? We could bring Smudge, make a nice walk out of it.”
“Hmm, after breakfast. My brain is only half functioning right now.” They both descended into laughter as Smudge nosed his way into the embrace, happy panting face gazing up from between their stomachs. “I think he likes the walk idea,” Sirius said, reaching down to scratch behind the black dog’s ears as he took a big gulp of his coffee. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Stealing another coffee-flavoured kiss, James set about giving Smudge his breakfast while Sirius checked the oven.
“I’d say about five more minutes.” He went to the cabinet to get the plates down, frowning when he couldn’t reach the higher shelf. He squeaked when James picked him up by the waist and sat him on the counter. “Yes Prongs, just put my naked ass where we prepare food. Excellent choice.”
“Is that an invitation to eat your ass?” Sirius smacked his shoulder.
“Not in front of the child.” He gestured to where Smudge was eating his breakfast. The golden retriever looked up at them, took his bowl in his mouth, and padded away to another room. “Traitor,” Sirius mumbled, the rumble of James’ laugh against his chest.