Fraxus

Morning broke. It was early. Too early for Laxus to be awake, certainly. He was tempted to just roll over and go back to sleep, but a few things stopped him.

Firstly, the curtains weren't fully drawn. Light from outside, though not as bright as it could have been, still spilled directly over his eyes. Secondly, he had been pushed right to the edge of the bed. A literal roll would either send him over and onto the floor or over his bed fellow. Thirdly, something was in his mouth. Something unpleasant and that he couldn't quite identify. Reaching up, he grasped it and dragged it up until he could see it.

A long lock of green hair, shining with saliva. Ah.

Without much thought, he flicked it aside, letting it join the rest of Freed's hair, which had spread across the bed every which way during the night. He couldn't even see the younger man's face. However, how exactly that hair had made it into Laxus' mouth was beyond him, though hopefully, if Freed awoke before it dried, he would merely assume he had drooled onto it again. The rune mage drooled most nights.

After a moment, he decided to get up and at least close the curtains, maybe get back into bed on Freed's side so at the very least he had space again, but the moment he moved, there was a groan and a shift beside him.
"Good morning." Laxus mumbled on instinct, glancing over as Freed brushed his hair from his face.
"Is it time to get up?"
He glanced at the clock and then back to his mate. Freed's eyes remained shut. It seemed he had little intention to get up. "No." He answered honestly.
"Good." He draped an arm over the dragon slayer and tried to cuddle closer, perhaps still half-asleep, and Laxus drew away. "Where are you going?"
He didn't answer, simply got up and closed the curtains fully. Behind him, his mate sat up, watching him.

Upon his return to the warm embrace of his bed, the two cuddled up silently. It was only four in the morning, so sleep seemed like the only reasonable course of action.
"Laxus?"
"Hmm?"
"Why is my hair wet?"

((I tried to turn a scene I've had in my head into words. I haven't put that scene through my mind in at least a week, but I tried to write it anyway.))