Opossum-(mxm) (Rever series Eight)

Someone was gently brushing their fingers over his hair. 

It took him a few moments to remember where he was, then a couple more for his heart to begin thumping harder in his chest. 

Grim...

He really was in Grim's house. 

I really did meet him yesterday. 

Everything quickly came back to him as his eyelids slowly lifted to reveal a blurry face looking down at him. 

"Grim?" he whispered as he slowly stretched his body out beneath the comfortable blankets. He hadn't slept so well in months. 

"Feel good, babe?" Grim asked as Ian blinked a few times to clear his vision. 

So handsome. 

The man had clearly already freshened up and gotten dressed, but the thin tank top he'd chosen to wear right then was a tiny bit distracting. 

In fact, he was so distracted that he'd evidently not heard something Grim had said, because after a few moments, the man reached down and, after grabbing the hem of his tank top, tugged it right up and over his head!

"If you like what you see that much, you can just ask me to take my shirt off," Grim teased, his words finally echoing into Ian's ears as a tiny line of drool slipped from the corner of his lips. 

Forcing his eyes to look away, Ian quickly reprogrammed his scattered brain cells, then sheepishly sneaked a peak at Grim's face as he sat up. 

He looked away almost immediately, then peaked again, but right as he was about to avert his gaze a second time, and apologize for being a pervert, his chin was grabbed by firm, warm fingers and forcefully turned back to face the man standing in front of him. 

"Cute little fuck," Grim said, a chuckle to his words as he forced their eyes to lock for a few moments before releasing him, then tapping beneath his chin lightly. 

"Breakfast is on the table." 

With that statement, he was gone, leaving Ian blinking after him for a few moments before he quickly snapped himself out of his daze and jumped out of bed! 

He was ready in moments and was dressed with his mouth and face scrubbed, and honestly, he felt pretty darn good for once. 

When he walked into the living room, his eyes immediately found Grim standing in the kitchen, but unfortunately, he had put his shirt back on, and while he wanted to drink him in either way, his nose diverted his gaze toward the dinner table... and made his stomach grumble right away. 

"Sit, babe."

Ian walked over and sat.

Grim walked over a few seconds later, twisting the cap off of a protein shake as he moved. The drink was then placed in front of him, then Grim went back and opened several containers. After taking out this and that, he returned to set them down beside the empty plate in front of Ian. 

Vitamins? 

Grim didn't explain what they were as he returned to the kitchen for two glasses of water and his own protein shake then, finally, sat down beside him... instead of across from him. 

The man had brought his own stack of supplements and vitamins, and as soon as he downed them all in one go, Ian began taking his, one at a time, using the protein drink that he'd been given. 

He had no idea what they were for, or what they were made out of, but he didn't care. Grim gave them to him, so he would take them. 

"Eat whatever you'd like," the man said as he calmly began stacking his own plate with a pancake, a huge stack of eggs, and six pieces of what looked to be turkey bacon.