The sounds of BSB's 'Larger than Life' filled the kitchen as Steve dragged himself onto a stool. Greg, as usual in the morning, was cooking up a storm of enticing breakfast smells, and as Steve poured himself a cup of steaming joe, Greg smiled at him.
"How can you be SO cheerful in the morning?" Steve asked, not for the first time.
"Love. Food. Sunshine. You. What's not to be cheerful about? But, I guess I'm just a morning person," Greg replied, flipping the ham steaks over and checking on the French toast. "This'll be ready in just a couple of shakes. Why don't you take the plates out to the balcony?"
Steve stood and lifted place mats, plates and cutlery out of the drawers, then turned and gave his big partner a 'full Italian' before heading out the French doors. Even after a year of living together, Steve still found Greg to be great eye candy, and sometimes could hardly tear his eyes off his lover. Greg was not only really big, but strong, and handsome, and very self-confident... as good in the sack as in the kitchen, and those skills were showing on both of them.
Steve settled his now 290 pound frame on one of the sturdy chairs on their little deck, and Greg was right behind him, his nearly 400 pound frame nearly filling the French door as he came through with platters in both hands.
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