Tim stood at the sink in a white tee and light blue boxers. He scratched his stomach and streched a little; he was hungry.

Grabbing a spoon and a jar he unscrewed the lid and dug out a mound of peanut butter. Smelling the comforting aroma, he happily stuck the spoon in his mouth.

A moment later Tony padded in wearing silky black boxers.

"Mornin' Baby" he said through a yawn and a strech.

Not noticing Tim's mumbled, peanut-buttery reply, Tony pulled him in for their good morning kiss.

When they parted Tony licked his lips and smiled.

"Mmm... peanut butter."