Rig and the Gym Bunnies

The alarm had gone off at the gym. They'd gotten the call at two a.m. and Dick had volunteered to go in. He'd been asleep since nine anyway -- he'd gone to be for a "nap" after a horizontal workout with Rig and Rock and hadn't woken up until the phone call, so he wasn't hurting for sleep.

It was almost four by the time Dick got back, and he was hungry. So he toed off his shoes at the door, left his jacket on the hook and made his way to the kitchen. If there was some chicken left over he was having a nice big sandwich, complete with cheese and lettuce and tomatoes. Maybe he'd even grill it on that new fancy doodad grill thing Rock had bought Rig.

He grinned as he poked through the fridge. They even had mayo. Score.

"Everything okay at the gym, Pretty?" Rig wandered across the kitchen toward the coffeemaker. Fuck, the man was addicted.

"Yeah. A couple of squirrels got in through the roof -- I told Rock we needed to get that fixed this year." Nothing had been damaged, this time, but it needed to be dealt with because he sure as hell didn't want to make a habit of midnight visits to make sure everything was okay.

Dick stood frozen to the spot as he watched the long, naked body moving around. Fuck, but Rig was still as sexy as the day they'd first met.

"I'm not going to volunteer to fix it. I fall off three stories and Rock'd kill me." Rig filled the coffeepot and started grinding the beans. "You want breakfast, Pretty?"

"I was thinking more a midnight snack." Four in the morning didn't count as actual morning in his book. He let the fridge door close and leaned against it. "You do realize the sun's not coming up for a couple more hours, right?"

"It's four. I've been waking up this time for damned near thirty years." Rig stretched, hands sliding through his curls.

"Yeah, but for at least half of that I've been coaxing you back to bed and back to sleep." He grinned and gave up on his sandwich. There were much more interesting things on the menu.

"More than half, I'm thinking." Rig gave him a warm smile, one that told him everything he'd ever need to know about how much he was loved, then his cowboy turned and started pulling out coffee mugs.

He wandered over slow and easy, draping himself over Rig, hands sliding along Rig's belly. "The coffee can wait."