perksofbeingawkward

James' favorite day of the week has always been Sunday. Sunday was the one quite day of the week he got to spend with his Chickadee. No poacher hunting, no chasing his idiot of a brother away for doing something stupid. Just him and his lover. The world outside was rainy and cloudy but they were warm inside, snuggled togethers in a mess of sheets. James watched as Matthew's chest rose and fell softly in a slow rhythm. He smiled. These were the kinds of moments he lived for. The angel in his arms stirred a bit, slowly opening his eyes. "What time is it?" He asked in a groggy voice. "The time doesn't matter," James replied, kissing the top o