juneadams:

keith-reames:

Keith grinned triumphantly when June sat upright, yawning and looking generally adorable. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek quickly before he crawled to the end of the bed and picked up a piece of bacon. “Basically everything.” He said with a mouthful. He swallowed before continuing. “Bacon, waffles, ice cream, cake, sausage, fruit, bagels… I kind of got a little carried away.” Keith said with a shrug. He patted his hand against the empty space next to him, inviting June to sit and eat with him. “So…” He said, cutting a waffle in half and stuffing one piece in his mouth. “Do you remember where I put my pants?”

June was still waking up, the gears still spinning as she sat in her spot trying to motivate herself to move. “You sound like the kid from Home Alone when he got a nice hotel.” She said with a smile. Crawling over to the spot next to Keith, June sat back down, looking at the spread. This wasn’t uncommon for June, nice hotels and all that jazz but coming from Keith it was different. June picked up a piece of bacon, biting into it she chewed quietly. She tried to think about where Keith’s pants were. “Did you check the bathroom? I’m pretty sure my dress is in the jacuzzi, or the floor.” She said with a shrug, grabbing a strawberry. “You actually want to wear your clothes? I’m shocked.” June said with a fake gasp.

Keith laced his fingers together and stretched them above his head, groaning as he did so. The night before they’d gotten there fairly late and just went to one strip club for a few drinks but Keith was also still reeling from his late night, birthday beer fest with Ryder. He laughed at June when she asked why he wanted his pants. “No, I was just wondering.” Keith replied. Leaning back towards the tray, he cut one of the waffles in half and stuffed one side into his mouth. For a second he chewed, pushing all the food to one side. “The room service guys thought I was gonna rape them.” He added before swallowing. He smiled over at June, admiring her bed head and clean face. No matter what she wore or how she did her makeup June always looked amazing, but he was almost positive he liked her best like this. Popping a grape into his mouth, Keith brought his knees up to his chest. “Did you sleep good?”