[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 195: Lazy day

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Lazy day

The morning light over Fitzgeralt Manor came soft and pale, slipping between the sheer curtains and painting quiet golden stripes across the bedroom floor. The world outside was just beginning to stir, with distant clatter from the kitchens and the muffled rhythm of gardeners moving along the stone paths, but here, in the master suite, the air was still and easy.

Lucas lay half-curled against the headboard, dressed in nothing more formal than a loose T‑shirt and soft lounge pants, hair tousled from sleep and falling into his eyes. A tablet rested on his lap, idly scrolling through a news briefing he wasn’t really reading.

Across from him, Trevor emerged from the adjoining room with a mug of coffee in each hand, still in his black pajama pants, shirtless, hair damp from the shower and falling over his forehead in disarray. He looked younger like that, less the calculating Duke, more just Trevor, the man who could walk barefoot through his own halls without a care.

He set one mug on Lucas’s side of the bed and climbed in beside him, the mattress dipping under his weight. "Still pretending to read?" he asked, voice low and warm from the shower’s steam.

Lucas accepted the coffee, fingers brushing Trevor’s as he took it. "Still pretending you don’t work before breakfast?" he countered softly, eyes meeting Trevor’s with a lazy glint.

Trevor smirked, leaning back against the headboard beside him. "I was making sure we get at least one morning like this. Before they come back." f r\eeNovelFire.c(o)(m)

Lucas sighed theatrically, setting the tablet aside and curling one leg underneath him. "Serathine in her lecture mode, Cressida planning the flower arrangements like the fate of the Empire depends on them..."

"They probably think it does." Trevor’s voice held quiet amusement, but his arm slid behind Lucas, drawing him closer until their shoulders brushed. "We’ve got a day, though. They’re both off terrifying suppliers and renegotiating contracts."

"A day," Lucas repeated, smiling faintly as he sipped his coffee. He let his head rest briefly against Trevor’s shoulder. "Feels like a holiday."

Trevor tipped his head down, lips brushing Lucas’s temple in a soft, absent gesture. "Then we spend it well," he murmured. "No fittings, no schedules. Just us."

Lucas tilted his face to look at him, green eyes catching the morning light. "Just us," he echoed, and the quiet between them felt like something rare and precious, something they both knew wouldn’t last.

"So... what do we do?"

Trevor’s lips curved slowly into that lazy, deliberate smile that always seemed to carry far too many secrets. He set his own mug on the nightstand, turning just enough so he could watch Lucas fully, his arm still draped along the back of the headboard.

"What do you want to do?" Trevor asked, his voice low and unhurried, the kind of tone meant for private mornings and no one else.

Lucas narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint teasing edge softening his words. "You’re the one always planning ten steps ahead, and now you’re putting it on me?"

Trevor’s hand slipped from behind him, brushing against Lucas’s thigh, slow and warm through the fabric of his lounge pants. "Because for once," he murmured, "there’s nothing we have to do. No meetings. No lectures. No fittings with Evrin threatening to set your suit on fire."

Lucas laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "He still might."

"Then let him," Trevor said, shifting closer, his knee brushing Lucas’s. "We’ve got hours before anyone even realizes we’re not in the east salon pretending to care about flower placements."

Lucas studied him for a beat, green eyes searching, catching that faint glimmer in Trevor’s storm-dark gaze, the look that always came when the world outside ceased to matter. "Hours," Lucas echoed softly, setting his coffee down beside Trevor’s.

Trevor leaned in, brushing a lock of hair from Lucas’s forehead, fingertips lingering at his temple. "So," he said quietly, his smile deepening, "breakfast in bed... or do I lock the door and we make our own plans?"

Lucas raised a blonde brow and huffed. "After the last night?"

Trevor’s grin only sharpened, slow and infuriatingly confident. He let his fingers trail from Lucas’s temple down to his jaw, his touch light but lingering, as though savoring the little shiver it earned.

"Especially after last night," Trevor murmured, voice dropping into that velvet‑low register that always made Lucas’s pulse trip. "You think I’m finished with you?"

Lucas tilted his head back against the headboard, green eyes narrowing in mock exasperation, though the faint color rising to his cheeks betrayed him. "You’re insatiable."

"Mm." Trevor leaned in closer, his lips brushing the corner of Lucas’s mouth, a mere ghost of a kiss, enough to make the air between them hum. His voice dipped low, threaded with that velvet amusement that made Lucas’s stomach tighten. "That’s what you get for starting something you couldn’t possibly finish."

Lucas tilted his head back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded, a faint smirk curving his lips. "I didn’t start anything. You’re the jealous one."

Trevor’s brows lifted, his storm-dark eyes glinting with quiet challenge. "So... you’re not jealous?" he asked, his tone all lazy curiosity, though the amused curve of his mouth betrayed him.

Lucas made a thoughtful sound, the kind that carried deliberate mischief. "Hmm..."

Trevor’s voice dropped into something darker, a single word thick with warning and something far warmer. "Lucas..."

Green eyes flicked to his, bright with teasing defiance. "What? You asked."

Trevor huffed a quiet laugh, dragging a hand down his face as if trying to rein in his own grin. "You’re impossible."

Lucas let his smile widen, shifting to stretch out against the pillows, his legs brushing Trevor’s. "And yet, you’re still here."

Trevor shifted, one arm sliding behind Lucas’s shoulders as he leaned back into the headboard, studying him with the kind of look that made Lucas’s heart skip, a look that was all fondness wrapped in sharp edges. "For my sins," he murmured, pressing another kiss into Lucas’s hair.

Lucas snorted, leaning into his side despite himself. "For your sins? You’re lounging in bed with coffee and no one screaming about floral arrangements. Sounds like divine punishment to me."

Trevor let out a low laugh, the kind that vibrated through his chest. "Oh, it’s torture," he deadpanned. "Cuddled up with a menace who keeps me awake all night..."

"Menace?" Lucas’s brows arched, mock-offended. "You’re the one who..."

"Mm," Trevor interrupted, his palm warm against Lucas’s thigh as he gave it a light squeeze, "careful, love. If you’re going to complain, I can always prove you wrong again."

Lucas narrowed his eyes, lips twitching into a reluctant grin. "You’d never make it out of bed if you tried."

"Tempting," Trevor admitted, settling deeper into the pillows. His arm curved more firmly around Lucas, pulling him in until his head rested against Trevor’s shoulder.

They stayed like that, talking in low voices as the morning stretched on. Topics drifted like the lazy turn of sunlight through the curtains, Lucas recounting a ridiculous comment Evrin had made about suit linings, Trevor telling him how many suppliers Cressida had terrified before breakfast the day before.

Every so often, one of them reached for the coffee, trading sips and absent kisses. Outside, the manor woke in earnest, footsteps, distant engines, the rustle of staff preparing for the days ahead, but none of it touched them.

Lucas shifted, tucking his legs over Trevor’s lap, a book retrieved from the nightstand. Trevor adjusted easily, one hand resting over Lucas’s knee, his thumb stroking idle circles as he watched him read.

"You know," Trevor murmured after a while, "we really should get up at some point."

Lucas didn’t look up from the page, a slow smile spreading. "Why?"

Trevor considered the soft light in the room, the warm weight of Lucas leaning into him, the rare quiet they’d carved out of a life that never stopped moving.

"Because Dax is coming."