Jd brushed his hair away from his eyes and tried to focus on getting out of bed before another wave of disorientation passed over him. It left him slightly dazed and confused. He turned over on his left side and listened to the sound of the vacuum cleaner moving back and forth across the carpet. His mood worsened when he glanced at the clock and noticed that it was only eight in the morning. Four hours after they had went to bed. 

      What was Dave doing up this early cleaning? Sure, there had been mentions of needing to scrub the apartment down and putting away winter clothes and blankets now that the warm weather hit but not randomly first thing in the morning. Spring had arrived a few weeks ago, but he didn’t see the harm in at least waiting until later on in the day. 

      Rolling over, he pulled a pillow over his eyes, wishing he could just magically fall back to sleep. Except that incessant sound of cleaning only grew louder in his ears. Dave sometimes took things to a point and then went even further with it, like getting up too early and deciding to spring clean. 

      “Oh, for fucks sake. Why? Good god, why?” Maybe this was punishment for keeping Dave up all night instead of going to bed early? 

      If he remembered correctly, Dave wasn’t complaining last night one bit about being up late. Then again, Jd did have Dave’s dick in his mouth a few times last night, and that would enough to stop any complaining about it being the wee hours of the morning. 

      Jd tossed the pillow off his head when it did nothing to block out the sound of the vacuum. That was something he missed about their world. There were no loud cleaning machines that could wake him up this early. 

      The vacuum cleaner stopped, and Jd opened his eyes and sighed. There was no way in hell he would get back to sleep. Pushing off the emerald green sheet and comforter, he threw his pillow across the room. Jd watched it land in a soft thump. At least it landed next the pine dresser. Dave would have his ass if it had knocked anything down.   
   
      Jd stumbled out of bed, pulled on his boxers, and headed down the short hallway that led to the kitchen. Making a sharp right, he decided to make a quick stop to the bathroom first. He turned on the light—closing his eyes at the brightness for a moment—and groggily looked into the mirror. 

      And it wasn't a pretty sight. There were red vein-like marks around his green irises and small puffy bags under his eyes. His hair had some pieces sticking up and out. Opening up the cupboard next to the sink, he pulled out his brush, attempting to put some order to the long brown strands that had went awry while sleeping. The nice thing about having straight hair was that he could keep it long. The bad thing about keeping it long was trying to get all the knots out if it every morning. And leaving it in a hair tie at night would only give him split ends. 

      Jd sighed, somewhat satisfied it didn't look like he stuck his finger in a light socket, and tossed the brush back in the cupboard. He quickly brushed his teeth while listening for the sound of Dave puttering around and cleaning, but instead, it seemed even quieter than before. 

      Rounding the corner, Jd stopped when he reached the kitchen, a bit surprised to that Dave was on his hands and knees—long red hair tied back—scrubbing the kitchen floor. Shirtless. Dave’s old ripped up jeans slung low on his hips and the swell of his ass in plain view. He had the mind to dry hump that ass. Especially after last week when Dave had decided to taunt Jd about wanting to fuck him while they were having sex. That would show him not to joke about something like that.  
   
      Jd looked around, slightly impressed by how clean everything looked. The entire kitchen looked almost sparkling. The cream granite countertops seemed to shine, and all the appliances looked scrubbed down and wiped. All the wooden chairs were neatly pushed in at the breakfast counter, and Dave’s shirt lay neatly over the one chairs. There was even a pot of coffee brewing next to the stove so Dave had to have heard him get up. 

      Sparing a quick glance towards the living room, Jd noticed that every thing had been neatly put in order. He had remembered leaving a shirt over the back of the couch last night. It also looked like Dave might have conditioned it because the black leather shined. And the sandalwood carpet was spotless. 

      Jd watched Dave’s arm muscle flex while he scrubbed the floor, moving back a little bit each time. Honestly, he didn’t get why Dave had to be on his hands and knees manually scrubbing the floor down when they had a mop. Meticulous and anal-retentive didn’t even begin to cover that one. 

      Leering, his eyes went back to the way Dave’s jeans seemed to hang a bit lower than normal. “Nice view.” 

      Jd stretched his arms over his head and walked towards the counter. When Dave didn't answer him, he considered poking Dave's ass with his foot. Just when he lifted his foot to give a light push, Jd noticed that Dave looked like he had two ear buds in. Jd smiled at the thought of him getting into living here. Considering that not too long ago, he never would have caught Dave trying out new things this world had to offer. He really hoped there wasn’t some boring news cast playing on the MP3 player. 

      “So that's why you didn't hear me coming in.” 

      Or Dave had heard him get up and the ear buds were a plot to look like he wasn't plotting anything. He had to have known the vacuum would wake Jd up. Maybe because he had kept Dave up all night? Jd smirked at the thought of last night. 

      He regretted nothing. 

      Jd walked over and pulled out the ear buds. “What are you doing cleaning this early in the morning? It’s nothing that couldn’t wait another hour or so.”

      “I wanted to get an early start.” Dave stood up, grabbing the ear buds from Jd's hand and stuffed them into his pocket. “I told you that last night. You should pay more attention to what I’m saying instead of focusing on one thing.”

      “Not my fault you’re so distracting. It’s hard to think when you’re dick is in my ass.” Jd gave Dave a once over, noting how slick and wet Dave's skin looked. “Why does your skin looks so shiny?”   
   
      “I didn’t mention it then. I’m not going to talk about cleaning while we’re having sex.” Dave raised an eyebrow at that. “That'd just be... a bit awkward don't you think?”

      “Eh, you’re still distracting. Trust me on this one.” Jd folded his arms across his chest, looking at Dave skeptically. “It’s *still* your fault somehow.” 

      “Your logic is just precious sometimes.” Dave reached out and threaded his fingers through Jd's hair before pulling away. “How do you ever come up with it?” 

      “Glad you enjoy it, smartass.” Jd realized that Dave had managed to avoid his question. He grunted, debating whether to bring it up again.

      “I made you breakfast.” Dave set down the scrub brush and pointed to the counter. “It’s just some fruit and cereal.” 

      The last time Dave had made him breakfast, he had tried to convince Jd to try some eggs. The thought of eating something with embryonic fluid in it hadn’t set well with Jd so he refused. There was something endearing that Dave made a point to cook and make him food he’d actually eat. 

      “Thank you…” Jd turned back around and stopped, suddenly distracted. 

      Dave pulled out his hair tie and shook his head once, letting his hair fall over his shoulders. He picked up the bottle of water next to Jd and flicked his hair back with his left hand so that it fell behind his shoulders. A patch of reddish brown curly hair peeked out from the hem of Dave’s pants. Just a little lower and Jd would be able to see part of his shaft.  
   
       He watched intently while Dave’s hand slowly moved downward, past his nipple, stopping to scratch his stomach on the way, and then adjusted his balls. “Ah, much better.”

      Jd pulled out a chair, but stopped short of sitting down. That entire display took way too long for a ball adjustment. “Wait a sec.”

      Their conversation last week… was Dave trying to… seduce him? He hadn’t thought that conversation had been a serious one. More like a way for Dave to use that information to turn him on. But now, while leaning against the kitchen counter, he had to wonder if there was more to it. Memories of Dave holding him down against the bed, fucking him… and the things Dave said to him that night. 

      Jd’s eyes followed a droplet of sweat that ran down over Dave’s left nipple. “Holy shit, it’s working too.”

      Dave only looked at him strangely. “What’s working?”

      “Nothing… did I just say that out loud?” Jd asked, a bit surprised by it. “Because, I’m pretty sure that was a thought.”

      “Yes, you said something about, ‘it’s working.’ What’s that supposed to mean?” Dave eyed him up suspiciously for a moment. “You’re not planning something ridiculous are you?”

      “Hey, I don’t plan ridiculous things.” Jd wouldn’t back down. Not now. The suspicion was almost the same thing as having Dave come right out and admit to it and the quick attempt to change the subject made him feel particularly bold. Leaning closer, he pointed his finger at Dave. “I know what you’re up to. And you should just come right out and say it. It’d save us both the trouble of waiting.”

      “Do you, now.” Dave smirked. “All you know is what you think you know, but I know that you’ll never completely know.”

      “Oh, you are good at this.” Jd tore his eyes away from Dave’s sweaty chest, which looked almost glistening… like maybe it had been oiled down. That was playing unfair. “Really good.”

      “You would know.” Dave used his t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his chest. “It’s hot in here. I think I’m going to shower.”

      “I’ll join you.” Jd pushed himself away from the counter only to be stopped by Dave’s hand. 

      “No, I think I’m going to do this one alone,” Dave called over his shoulder. “I don’t want you trying to… distract me from my cleaning and acting all grabby and horny. And besides, you still haven’t eaten yet.”

      “Hey, I don’t act grabby! Just because I touch your dick doesn’t make me grabby!” Jd watched Dave walk away, tossing his shirt behind him so that it fell on the counter next to Jd. 

      “Grabby… like a horny teenager who’s hard up for some sex except you’re a lot older.” Dave grinned, disappearing into the hallway. 

      Two could play at this game, and if he put the fruit back in the fridge, it wouldn’t spoil; the cereal didn’t have milk poured onto it yet so he didn’t have to worry about it getting soggy. Looking down at his breakfast, he turned around and headed towards the bathroom. It seemed a surprise visit to the shower was in order. He grinned. That would definitely wake him up much better than a cup of coffee.