An early morning breakfast (m)

An alarm going off woke Kellen from his soft, warm dream. Groaning, he stretched, his arms and hands hitting warm flesh. 

Confused, he paused, momentarily surprised before yesterday came flooding back to him. The photo shoot, the Captain's angry face, tea with Taylor, calling him Rhys for the first time in public, their date and the night after. Feeling his whole body heat, he covered his face with his arm and sighed. Fuck. 

The arm around his chest tightened, flipping him over and pulling him back against the broad chest now behind him. Lips touched Kellen's skin, before a rough, grumbly voice spoke near his ear.