The sex drained him quite a bit, just like the fight between Addison and Noah exhausted him. And so, he slept like a baby all night, holding Landon in his arms, holding Add who was also holding Landon. Though the three of them are morning persons, Sullivan opened his eyes before his boss. Soundly asleep, the blond looked five years younger. He was so sweet looking. Sully was unable to stop himself from caressing the still cheek with the back of his fingers smiling tenderly. He thought of staying there just so his partner could sleep some more, but the smell of coffee was calling him. So, as slow as he could, he left the bed, not without pampering Landon, making sure he wouldn't catch cold.

After a last glimpse at his man, Sullivan turned to his luggage to dress a minimum. Didn't want to walk around naked with his sons and the other couple present in the house. Tight boxer, pyjama pants and a simple tshirt, with black slippers, and he was out of the bedroom. The door of Noah and Marcus was still shut. The house was silent, but the fresh coffee smell was proof that someone was awake. No doubt who it could be..

Joining Addison in the kitchen, Sully took a cup on his way before kissing the fluffy dark hair, his hand stroking the back of his youngest partner.  

"'Morning. Thanks for the coffee. How are you feeling today ?"

He was talking about the fight of yesterday, but knowing it was maybe a bit early to talk about it, he would accept any answer. He was just hoping that he slept well at this point. To be fair, he didn't really want to talk about the mess either. He was thinking of something else, because as he was searching for clothes in his luggage, he had to make sure that the little box was safely hidden. He was excited and anxious. He didn't even know how Addison would react and that was why he wanted to talk to him, alone. Sully still took his sweet ass time. First coffee, second sitting in front of the fire with his boo, then the serious talk.

"You always look so nice in the morning... I hate it." He said with a smile.

Aftersex sleep was the best. It even could beat the drunk sleep and the one you get coming back from a rave party. Waking up next to both men he loved was something Addison never thought was possible. Not that seeing two men in his bed in the early morning was something unusual, but he intense attachment he felt for them was unique. No one could compare, no one could hope to make him feel like that. Like them.
So he smiled at both sleeping figures as he raised with the sun, something annoying one could blame on his young age, the fact he seemed to never be tired. He could sleep less than three hours and still be up, shining and bright, to serve smoothies and some delicious coffee. One look at the fridge was a cruel reminder that they weren't at home, since there was no leftover champagne to serve mimosas in bed for his best friend. No leftover champagne, three of the saddest words ever. First world problem in the life of an absurdly rich heir.

Obviously, the lack of champagne opened in the fridge was not the biggest thing weighing him. He still thought about what he said the night before, what Noah said to him, and how they never got along. He knew he wasn't a victim here, he knew he pushed him one too many times, and still, he was bitter. They both needed to apologize and this perspective wasn't the brightest thought he could have in such a beautiful morning.

Coffee and breakfast would make it better. So he was alone in the vast kitchen of his 'cabin', softly humming the tune of an upbeat pop song, in his underwear and a large thin robe he wore open, without a care in the world. His body was nothing to be ashamed of and half of New-York already saw it, maybe more considering his numerous underwear photoshoots and sexcapades.
A noise, behind him, and he smiled, knowing only one person could wake up so early to join him. Noah and Marcus were both probably enjoying the warmth of their thick blankets and each other's arms at six, even Maggie was still asleep. The twins never woke up before 9 on a good morning and Landon could sleep until noon if no one cared to get him up. Still, he waited to feel his hands on him to slowly turn and offer him a warm smile.

" I'm good, babe. A night of sleep was all I needed to feel better. " He paused, his smile twisting, slightly more mischievous, like the burning light in his dark brown eyes. A reminder of his youth, and his Edenic nature he could never ignore. " And the sex helped, obviously~ "

What followed stole a soft laugh from him and he shook his head, one hand moving up to follow the shape of Sullivan's jaw and the perfect cut of his face. He enjoyed the feeling of his beard, unshaved on vacation, and the mature features of his face. Such a different beauty than the one Landon possessed, with the softness of his skin and delicate shapes. Still, he loved them both equally and every time he looked at them this long, his eyes betrayed him and these feelings.

" How unfair, am I right? Don't you ever wonder how many virgins I had to sacrifice just to look this good every time I open my eyes mh? " His smile was even more playful as he threw these words without an inch of seriousness. Addison was never good with that. Being serious. And it somehow made his slight over-confidence somewhat charming. Or at least, he hoped it was.

When touching Sullivan with his hands wasn't enough anymore, he slowly moved his fingers in a calculated way, until he could pull him closer and steal a kiss. A tenderness he could only share with him and Landon. He closed his eyes to enjoy it more and moved back to continue what he was doing. Breakfast. Cutting fruits and arranging some pretty salads he could serve to everybody when they'd wake up, with maybe pancakes later he thought. A bright red strawberry was begging for it and he picked it from a bowl to bite inside the juicy flesh. That would keep him from biting inside Sullivan's tempting neck... Maybe.

" I forgot how cold this place gets in the morning... " He could ask him to light the fireplace, but instead he hoped Sullivan would pull him in a warm embrace. His arms were like a refuge. Of course, he could also wear more clothes, but that would be a shame. He preferred this dark robe, open and dropping on one of his shoulders, revealing almost everything that could decently be.

Babe. A word he had to get used to again after he joined the life of his two third. In his last marriage, such nicknames was long forgotten replaced by a You that was either agressive or judging. At first, those soft words were making him cringe a little, but now, he liked every one of them. The explicite comment wasn't surprising, not anymore. He got used to them as well. He shook his head a little, smiling with his eyes, as he was pouring coffee in his mug before adding two small spoon of sugar. The light laugh was music to his ears and the soft touch made him sleepy again. As he was taking a sip of the hot drink, Sullivan extended his neck a bit toward Addison, encouraging the caress. His hand getting lazy decided to wrap itself around the fine waist. The answer made him smile a bit. So Addison.

"Only everyday."

After three years of living together, knowing each other, Sully learned to relax, play and joke around. Maybe it was because he was more happy. Maybe it was because letting go of his frigid self was peaceful. It sure helped with his sons who were clearly more open with him, like they weren't afraid of him anymore.

Putting down his mug, he followed without resisting the pull of his partner returning the kiss with affection, closing his eyes to better taste the mix of a fruity flavor with his coffee breath. Sometimes, he wondered if he was doing everything right for Addison and Landon. Being more than two people in a relationship, he felt he was still clumsy from time to time. Even now, somewhere, the word cheating came to mind, but he knew that wasn't the case. It was just 30-something years of way of thinking that found it weird to be this intimate when Landon wasn't there. Was it right to love both of them the same amount ? Was it more normal if he loved Landon a tiny bit more ? He didn't have the answers. Improvising as he went, he hoped he was making both of his men happy. About that, he thought he understood the message of the youngest and he nodded before leaving him to get to the fireplace. Very knowledgable, Sullivan positioned the logs in a practical manner and light the fire using a piece of newspaper. He softly breathe on the flames to give it oxygen, then closed the gate.

His steps came back to the kitchen so he could grab his mug and put his hand on the back of Addison again.

"Why don't we sit for a while ? They others won't be up right away anyway. I'll keep you warm."

Like he had to convince him. Mug in his left, taking the hand of his partner in his right, he brought them to the livingroom sitting first so he could tapped the space beside him. He welcomed Addison however he sat and focused on the moment. Even if Dylan, Nolan and Landon weren't with them, knowing they were all sleeping peacefully, Sullivan felt loved, relaxed.. happy. The sound of the fire, the warmth of his third, the taste of coffee, everything was perfect. This weekend was perfect. He knew it was the right time to make everything official. If not now, when ?

"Do you ever take the time to take it slow in the morning ? It feels like you're always doing something when I wake up. You should have stayed in bed with us."

Maybe they could have a morning sexy time, a quick one. When he was feeling this good, his libido was higher even if his body couldn't always follow. At the thought of that, he felt some muscles stiffness here and there making him remember of their intercourse last night.

"I'm actually glad to be alone with you. I wanted to talk to you about something."