Watchtower Chapter 4

Tate slept well, but woke up to an empty bed. Wearing only his boxers, he stumbled groggily out into the open plan living room/kitchen of Wyatt’s cabin, rubbing his eyes.
Wyatt was stood behind the kitchen counter, whisking pancake batter and staring out of the window. He was shuffling from one foot to the other, rolling his hips back and forth, arching his back as he stared into the distance.
Tate wrapped his arms around him from behind, running his fingers through Wyatt’s thick belly hair and pulling him into a lazy hug. Their vast size difference meant Tate’s face nestled into the middle of Wyatt’s back. Wyatt purred at the contact, and pushed his chunky ass back against Tate’s flat little stomach.
“Morning stud”
“Morning little guy” he chuckled, placing the bowl on the counter “you’re supposed to still be asleep”
“Hmm, why’s that?”
“I’m making you breakfast in bed. Doesn’t really work if you’re up and about.”