Alec&Deryk

"I run the company, Deryk." He replied amusedly, "Even if that wasn't true, I could still come up with some shit reason as to why we aren't there and they'd have to suck it up."

In the end, a growl from Alec's stomach was the interruption,the blonde laughed a little at it. Picking up Deryk with an arm under his knees and the other around his back he headed down out of the room. "As nice as breakfast in bed sounds, crumbs make savory acts less so."

Stopping short at the door and turning, depositing the brit on an ottoman before pulling a wrinkled dress-shirt and a pair of boxers, throwing them at him, "Put those on, we're at risk of there still being people down there; and no one's getting to see that but me."

He didn't comment, though his eyes darkened slightly at the words. Once Deryk had clothes on, and Alec had pulled on a loose pair of pants, he grabbed the Brit once again and carried him downstairs, setting him down on the counter once they'd entered the kitchen. "I'm a shit cook and I need to go grocery shopping, how does toast sound?"

"You know, I wasn't kidding about it being hard to walk, I give you a few minutes before your poor body catches up to your mind and I have to carry you around all day. Not that I'd be complaining." He walked up behind the brunette, not touching, just getting close enough to catch him when he fell.

"What am I going to do with you?" He sighed, arms wrapping around his midsection, pulling him back onto the counter like a baby rabbit that had hopped out of it's nest.