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Michael lead the way up the stairs to his second floor apartment and dug out his keys when they approached his door. "I don't think it's all that messy, but no promises. It's the maid's year off," he joked with a smirk over his shoulder. "I dusted a few months ago, so it might not be that bad."

He opened the locks and pushed open the door, indicating that Eli should go ahead into the apartment before closing the door behind them.

After a quick look around, he sighed a little in relief. At least he'd remembered to clean up the kitchen when he'd gotten home from work so his breakfast dishes weren't still sitting there. That was, he thought, something.

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"Either way---" Eli smiles up at him, the warmth and fulfilled feeling taking over, making his body feel boneless and tired. After a few seconds, Eli inches closer, curling into Michael's side, letting his arms wrap around him. Eli likes to be close after sex, just feeling the other person. With Michael it seems even more important, and better. His arms were made for him, or it feels that way somehow. He lays his head on Michael, kissing him a couple more times, on his chest and neck, glad that he already asked to stay the night because after this he doesn't see how he would want to leave. Eventually Eli goes still and he falls asleep thinking this is the best night he's ever had too.

Eli's awake way before Michael. At his usual time actually. Five am sharp. Even the wonderful night they shared isn't enough to quell his internal clock. He guesses by the adorable face plant Michael still has against the pillow, the guy isn't about to stir. So he lays there a few minutes, well, about three minutes to be exact which is a long time for Eli to remain idle so early in the day. He decides to just do what he normally does. He had spotted a stack of clothes on top of the dresser at some point because when he gets up he remembers it's there. He grabs a grey hoodie and what feels like jeans in the dark, hoping Michael won't mind him borrowing some clothes because his tux isn't fit to be worn again.

He finds the bathroom down the hall and a towel, and he has a shower. His shower isn't as quick as it normally is, but that's because Eli keeps drifting off to thoughts of Michael and smiling distractedly at the water rushing in front of his face before he catches himself and rinses the soap off. He dries himself, dons the clothes he'd found. He really hopes Michael doesn't mind because the hoodie which has a university logo on the front is cozy and smells like him actually.

Breakfast for Eli is usually Quill, but he isn't about to wander off that far. Instead, he digs around in the kitchen until he comes across enough to quench his morning hunger pangs. By this time he's normally run a few miles and shoved down a cinnamon roll and a gourmet coffee. He settles for a banana instead. But because it's very early and he doesn't want to actually wake Michael and because the TV is actually in Michael's bedroom, he is left without much to do after that. Naturally he heads back in the bedroom, and he digs his phone out of the pants he wore last night. Sunlight is just beginning to flood into the room through the windows so he gets a good look at Michael still asleep, and he can't help himself. He climbs back on the bed sitting Indian style at the end of it and just watches Michael while eating his banana. Yes, it's a bit creepy but Michael is also adorable right now. Eli even snaps a picture of him on his phone in between bites. All and all, it's much more entertaining (and adorable obviously) than anything he would've found on the TV.

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Michael heard him rustling around as he drifted out of sleep, rolling over to try and get a few more minutes before opening his eyes. He'd awakened a few times in the night, whenever he'd rolled over and felt Eli against him, not used to sharing a bed with anyone. Every time, he'd snuggled in closer and drifted back to sleep smiling.

Then he heard the sound of a phone picture in the quiet of the room and he popped one eye open. "Blackmail won't work. I'm in debt up to my eyeballs."

Eli startles when Michael awakens, feeling only slightly embarassed he'd been caught snapping his picture. He smiles a little putting his phone in his lap. "Not blackmail for money..." Eli could think of other things he'd want from Michael. But he actually just wanted the picture to remember this night together. Well, now morning. All of it is worth remembering, Eli didn't want to forget what Michael looked like just now.

"I hope you don't mind. I showered..." he points out his hoodie. It's a good thing they are nearly the same in stature. So the clothes he'd found fit pretty well.

"So you're an early riser, a bit of a creeper with the pictures, a stealth showerer, and a clothing thief," Michael said sleepily, rubbing a hand over his face and sitting up. "I may have to rethink this."

He looked over at Eli with as much of a grin as he could manage before coffee.

Eli shrugs his shoulder with a smile. “I also ate your banana,” he says, tossing aside the empty banana peel. The sleepy grin Michael gives him nearly makes him laugh, only because Eli’s been wide awake for nearly an hour. Maybe he should’ve put the coffee on.

Michael felt the urge of first thing in the morning and managed to ease himself out of bed, completely unashamed that he was still bare-assed naked. Med school didn't leave a lot of room for modesty. After a few minutes, and a quick bit of dental attention, he plodded back to bed and got back under the covers.

"So. You're a banana stealer on top of it. I'm so disillusioned."

If Michael's not ashamed to traipse through his apartment naked, Eli certainly isn't shamed to watch either. Considering last night there's no need. He smiles when Michael climbs back into bed, snuggling back under the covers. "Well. There wasn't much else to steal in that kitchen," Eli says, crawling up the bed on all fours. He sits beside him, leaning over to get a look at Michael cocooned inside the comforter. "You're even cuter in the morning," he tells him.

"You're lucky there was anything edible in there," Michael teased, then reached up to hook a hand behind Eli's neck and pull him down to him. "I'd say the same to you, but you're all up and put together. Apparently I'd have to stay up all night to see how you look first thing in the morning."

Then he put his mouth on Eli's and kissed him deeply.

Eli only smiles, sighing a little when Michael pulls him into the kiss. His mouth is warm and minty, and it leaves Eli with a buzz in his head. It's just as amazing as last night. He leans away after but not too far, keeping his eyes on him. "Can I tell you something?" Eli mutters at him but barely waits for an answer. "I really like you..."

"You're just here for my banana," Michael replied, smiling around the kiss until he's chuckling so much over the double entendre he has to break the contact to breathe. Not wanting to discount Eli's words, though, Michael pulls him closer and pecks his lips again. "I'm glad you do, Eli, because I really like you, too. A lot."

It was a little more than that - more than he'd ever felt in his life - but he wasn't about to scare Eli off with too much too soon. There was no need to rush anyhing; neither of them were going anywhere.

Even though he's guessed already that Michael isn't exactly pushing him to go home, it's still nice to have it confirmed. Because Eli definitely likes Michael. It's unnerving actually how much he does, how easy it is. He smiles against his mouth, pressing another kiss to his lips in response. It's unnerving but it's also nice. He pulls away with a chuckle. "Well, you were still asleep. So I had to settle for the banana in the kitchen," he says, leaning back up.

For a moment, Michael had a mental image of being awakened by Eli's kisses, his hands, and his body gave a delighted little shiver. "On the off chance this happens again, you should probably know that even if I don't naturally wake up early, I'm not grumpy if someone wakes me up."

He pulled away enough to look into Eli's eyes. "And, in case it wasn't clear, I really hope this happens again."

“Oh really?” Eli says, eyebrows raised, grinning back at him. “I’ll keep that in mind. For next time.” Because they were definitely going to do this again. And many times after that too as far as Eli is concerned. He’d truly meant what he said. He really likes Michael, and last night had been the best date he’s had in years. Possibly ever. No, definitely ever. It just felt right. At the thought, he puts his hand at Michael’s face, petting the poor guy’s extreme bedhead, with a smile. “So. What’re you doing today?” he asks.

"No real plans," Michael told him, enjoying the little touches as much as the kisses, "it's my day off, or as much of one as I ever get, but I'm not on call or anything. How about you? Garden work today?"

"No. Not today. But I may drown myself in grading papers later on since someone kept me out all night yesterday," he says with a smile. "It's very exciting if you wanna come watch." He nearly doesn't since they spent all night together yesterday but if Michael's off he would enjoy the company.

"It sounds it," Michael replied, "but are you sure I wouldn't be distracting? I'd hate to be responsible for blowing the bell curve for some deserving student because their teacher wasn't paying full attention as he worked."

To be dead honest, he wouldn't mind watching Eli fold clothes or do pretty much anything. Just being with him he felt...normal in a way he never had been before. Freer. More what he thought normal people must be like.

Eli fiddles with Michael's hair a second longer before leaning down for another quick kiss. "Oh. I'm sure you'll be distracting. But they're fifth graders. I don't think you need to be that concerned about the bell curve," he tells him with a smile.

"I don't know. I'd hate to be responsible for the downfall of some poor kid's academic future because I was kissing the teacher's neck while he was supposed to be grading," Michael returned, trying for a contrite expression but there was too much smirk in it to be completely convincing.

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