Max came awake slowly, not exactly sure what was different, but knowing that something was. He lay in the bed, stretching and waiting for his brain to catch up with the rest of his body and groaned when his back twinged. He hated getting old. He was finding more and more grey hair mixed in with the brown, and these morning aches and pains were really getting to him. He kinda liked the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes though; those were character lines, as were the laugh lines. He rolled over and discovered that Trey was already up and gone, which wasn't really different, just disappointing.

The bedroom door opened with a thud as it hit the wall and he sat up, blinking. Trey was in the doorway with the large white turkey platter, bearing something involving chocolate and whipped cream. That's what was different, the smell of chocolate in the air.

"Crepes? You made me crepes? And breakfast in bed?"

Trey's face fell. "You forgot."

"No!" Max said, wanting to take the hurt away before it even started. "Happy anniversary, Cricket. Just didn't expect breakfast in bed, is all." He shifted over in the bed and patted the spot next to him. "C'mon, share. You spoil me."

Trey climbed into bed, careful not to spill anything, and kissed him. "Like to spoil you."

"Even after all these years?"

"Yep. Eat."

They ate. Max dove into the crepes, lavishing praise on Trey. "How long did this take you? God, I haven't had crepes this good since we went to France." They'd gone to France for their fifth anniversary, when they thought that all the settling into the relationship bullshit was done and over. After all, they were together, their families knew, they were both over thirty and happy with their jobs…what else was there? So, a big trip to Europe to celebrate.

Trey blushed, his blue eyes twinkling. "I've been practicing all week. As soon as you went to work, I started cooking. Took me four days to get the taste right, all week to get them that thin. They're good?"

"Hell, yes." Max leaned over and kissed him again. "They're perfect. Thank you."

Trey smiled at him and handed him his coffee. "Sorry, it's not French Roast. I thought we had some, but all we had left was the Mexican blend and instant."

Max laughed. "As long as it isn't Egyptian, I'm happy."

"Oh, come on. The coffee was okay there." Trey liked his coffee stronger than most. He'd been thrilled with the flavours and strength of the stuff in Egypt, but Max had been horrified. They'd gone there for their tenth anniversary, after they had found out that solid foundations can be rocked by betrayal and lies and fixed by trust and hard work. A lot of hard work.

"It was crap. But this…this is good, Cricket."

They finished breakfast and Max took the make shift tray to the kitchen and started to fill the sink with hot water.

"What are you doing?" Trey was in the doorway, leaning against the frame dressed only in boxer shorts. Max took a moment to admire the view, his gaze lingering on Trey's body. Man looked good, better now at forty-two than he had at thirty-five. He'd been so sick last year on their anniversary; they'd spent their fifteenth anniversary watching TV while he recuperated from mono, and the weeks after it dealing with all the crap that came with it. It was stunning how many people refused to believe that a gay man could get that sick and not be dying of AIDS.

But Trey had gotten better and worked hard to get healthier than he'd been before he'd got the virus. It showed.

"Was going to do the dishes, but I have a better idea now," Max said, turning to let Trey see what his body had decided to do with their lazy morning.

"Mmm. Back to bed?" Trey's breath was already shortening, his eyes dark.

Max walked over to him and eased him up against the wall, holding him there with his body weight. Trey made an encouraging noise and rubbed up against him, letting him feel his answering hardness. Something flared in Max and he kissed Trey hard, feeding him his need as his hips started to move. "I'm thinking we can start right here."

Trey's arms came around him, hands moving in familiar and welcome ways, but there was something else there, something hungry and eager that went straight to Max's cock.

"Shit, Cricket. You're still so sexy."

"So are you," Trey's words faded off into a moan when Max started to move harder against him, a hand working its way inside the boxer shorts and cupping his ass.

"Not the hard body you tied yourself to when you were twenty six, babe. Not by a long shot."

Trey buried his head in Max's neck and bit down gently. "Didn't tie myself to a body. Tied myself to what's inside."

"Yeah? And what's that?" Max groaned softly as Trey's hand reached for his cock, stroking him through the sweatpants he had on before reaching in to tease the skin.

"Me, if this works right," Trey teased.

"Oh god." Trey worked him like magic, finding all his buttons and hitting each one. The hand on his cock was just right, the mouth at his neck teased just the right spot, and he was so hard his balls were starting to ache. Fuck, he couldn't remember the last time that he'd been so eager for this. They were always hot together, always ready to play, but this was something more, something hungry and eager that hadn't been there in a while. It felt new.

Max groaned again and shifted back, making Trey moan in disapproval. "Not going anywhere, just getting rid of clothes."

He slid Trey's boxers down and took advantage of being on his knees long enough to tease the heavy cock with his tongue, loving the way Trey gasped and dropped a hand to his head. His Cricket really liked getting sucked. Max took him and started to work him, one hand on Trey's balls, the other holding his hip as he pulled on the hot cock with his mouth. Trey's head hit the wall with a thump, his fingers tangling in Max's hair.

"Oh yeah, like that. So good."

When Trey's hips started to push harder against him Max backed off. They weren't kids anymore, they couldn't do it three times in a morning. Three times in a day, hell yes. But for the first time on *this* day Max wanted Trey in him when he came.

Trey's eyes were glazed over and he bit his lip as he slid down the wall. "Fuck. That's a good start, baby. Get those damn pants off and we'll see what I can do for you."

"Can do anything you want for me," Max said wriggling on the floor to get the sweats out of the way.

"Good. Open up for me, Max."

Max did, legs over Trey's arms, just as easy as anything, and Trey pushed into him, filling him completely. Trey leaned forward to kiss him as he began to move, long deep thrusts that made Max breathless.

"Oh fuck. Trey-"

Trey kissed him again. "Feels good. Always does."

Max didn't think the kitchen floor had ever seemed so nice. "Love you, Trey."

Trey's eyes widened. In sixteen years they hardly said the words and it was always the most powerful thing Max could say. Trey's eyes rolled back and he came with a long groan, his hips jerking, cock hitting Max's gland hard and fast.

Max thrust up to meet him, one hand going to his cock and pulling hard, bringing him over the edge before Trey had finished shooting.

Trey looked at him, happy eyes dancing, body relaxing as he lowered his head for one more sweet kiss. "Love you, Max."