A phone ringing pulled Marcus from sleep.
He was wrapped around Ryan's back, his arm draped over Ryan's waist, his face pressed against the space between Ryan's shoulder blades. For a moment, he didn't want to move, didn't want to acknowledge the intrusive sound breaking through the comfortable warmth of the morning.
But the phone kept ringing.
Marcus felt Ryan stir beneath him, shifting slightly. Ryan's hand reached out toward the nightstand where Marcus's phone sat, the screen glowing insistently in the early morning light filtering through the curtains.
Ryan picked it up and handed it back to Marcus without a word.
Marcus blinked at the screen, his brain still foggy with sleep. Sam's name displayed across it. He frowned slightly, wondering why Sam would be calling this early, then accepted the call and brought the phone to his ear.
"Sam?" Marcus's voice came out rough from sleep. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to Ryan's shoulder, a morning greeting.
