If Tony wanted to try to improve household chores with Justin in tow, he wouldn't mind it in the least. There could be little, hmm, rewards with each job well done—a load of wash done and dried and folded, Justin would turn the machine back on and have Tony sit atop the furiously vibrating thing after he'd gotten his pants down and could use his mouth to make sure that, yes, the laundry seemed like a more interesting, less tedious thing to do than it had before. Unloading dishes could result in dirtied counters that needed cleaning, and after cleaning could be dirtied all over again. Justin would find a way to make it happen, if Tony really wanted it. And even if he didn't say as much, the idea of dirtying counters was never a bad one.
(Unless said counters were already dirty, sticky, and grossly unclean. But other than that...)
The moment Tony got down, Justin rolled to press himself fully against him, unconcerned about the fact of the matter that he was a bit sticky, because as far s he knew? Tony hardly minded it in the least. Besides, they had to keep warm (really, the bags and blanket he'd brought would be more than enough, but he'd use any excuse he could)! He pressed a kiss just beneath his jaw before he pulled everything up to cover them and nestled against his chest in the face of a bright blue glow. It may have bothered someone else, but Justin was more than used it to by this point and had no issue with sleeping near it. He didn't see that change any time soon, either.
"If you get cold, you know where your socks are. And mine, if you're super cold."
If there's anything more to say, he's sure Tony will say it. Maybe they'll have a little conversation before they drift off; maybe they'll just go quiet in the arms of each other and be contented until they inevitably succumb to sleep. Either way, Justin's hardly expecting to be awoken to the sound of the flap being unzipped while Tony is clearly still against him. It's strange enough, but when it's followed by the sound of his father's voice asking:
"You boys didn't sleep naked all night, did you? You know there's bears and chainsaw-wielding psychopaths in abundance. Tell me you had some sense and left your shoes on."
During the night, they'd apparently rolled, and instead of burrowing his face into Tony's chest, Justin burrowed it in between his shoulder blades and let out something that was part groan and part laugh the moment the flap was pulled back and the sunlight flooded in without any mercy.
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(Unless said counters were already dirty, sticky, and grossly unclean. But other than that...)
The moment Tony got down, Justin rolled to press himself fully against him, unconcerned about the fact of the matter that he was a bit sticky, because as far s he knew? Tony hardly minded it in the least. Besides, they had to keep warm (really, the bags and blanket he'd brought would be more than enough, but he'd use any excuse he could)! He pressed a kiss just beneath his jaw before he pulled everything up to cover them and nestled against his chest in the face of a bright blue glow. It may have bothered someone else, but Justin was more than used it to by this point and had no issue with sleeping near it. He didn't see that change any time soon, either.
"If you get cold, you know where your socks are. And mine, if you're super cold."
If there's anything more to say, he's sure Tony will say it. Maybe they'll have a little conversation before they drift off; maybe they'll just go quiet in the arms of each other and be contented until they inevitably succumb to sleep. Either way, Justin's hardly expecting to be awoken to the sound of the flap being unzipped while Tony is clearly still against him. It's strange enough, but when it's followed by the sound of his father's voice asking:
"You boys didn't sleep naked all night, did you? You know there's bears and chainsaw-wielding psychopaths in abundance. Tell me you had some sense and left your shoes on."
During the night, they'd apparently rolled, and instead of burrowing his face into Tony's chest, Justin burrowed it in between his shoulder blades and let out something that was part groan and part laugh the moment the flap was pulled back and the sunlight flooded in without any mercy.