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David, after having a long soak in their shower and taking extra care while completing his skin routine, exits their bathroom and heads downstairs to find that Patrick is still on his laptop. He’s in his work clothes, the typical blue-button up and dark slacks with a buckle, that are rumpled now from sitting on the sofa. He did take his shoes off, which is fortunate for him because David doesn’t know if he would be able to handle it if Patrick had shoes on while he had his feet up on the sofa.
“Honey,” David says, gliding over to Patrick’s side. He drops a hand on Patrick’s shoulder, caressing a trail down his bicep. “I thought you were finishing things up?”
“I am,” Patrick affirms, bloodshot eyes not leaving the excel sheet once.
“Okay, it’s just that you’ve had almost an hour to ‘finish up’, and you’re still working.”
“I still have things I need to get done.”
David sighs, perching himself on the armrest of the sofa, hand still braced against Patrick’s shoulder. David leans over, pretending to be looking at the contents of the spreadsheets when in reality he’s just watching Patrick. In all honesty, Patrick does look kind of adorable when he’s working on his spreadsheets. He gets this intense look of concentration on his face, with squinty eyes and pursed lips. He also has this bad habit of chewing on pens, which is objectively disgusting but also oddly endearing when Patrick does it.
Even though David loves watching Patrick do his thing, his husband has been working on the spreadsheets ever since they got home from work. Not only is David sorely missing attention from his husband, but Patrick looks completely exhausted. It had been a long week for them both, but especially Patrick, as there ended up being some issues with the budget that went way over David’s head. Patrick assured him that they were fine, financially, but he had to fix his entire spreadsheet set up to account for the problem before they needed to submit their taxes. And the tax deadline is approaching soon, hence Patrick’s endless cycle of working.
“Take a break. You’ve been working all day,” David says.
“I can’t just—” Patrick tries, but David immediately shushes him.
“—Yes, you can. You look exhausted, Patrick. You’ll feel better after you relax a bit. Besides, I’ve missed my husband’s company, tonight.”
Patrick is always a sucker for David calling him his husband, and this time is no exception. He looks up at David with wide, tired eyes, exhaling deeply. David strokes Patrick’s shoulder with a thumb.
“You’re evil.”
“Mm, so I’ve been told.”
Patrick chuckles, eyes lingering on David before he glances out the windows to the now darkened skies. “Wow, last time I looked outside it was still light. I guess I have been working on this for a while. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I did, many times. It was like you were me doing a Julia Roberts’ movie marathon, except in your case you weren’t enjoying the phenomenal acting stylings of a literal icon.”
Patrick’s lips quirk in amusement.
David continues, “Anyways, the point is, I can see the bags under your eyes and your eyes themselves are all red, and you’re doing that thing where you pretend to be awake and alert, but you aren’t because you keep rubbing your eyes and your face like you do when you’re sleepy.”
“Okay, David, I get it. I need a break,” Patrick finally assents, closing his laptop and placing it on the coffee table. “And now, I can give my husband the attention he deserves.”
With that, Patrick pulls David off his perch on the armrest directly into his lap. David squeals, arms automatically falling around Patrick’s neck, Patrick’s arms locked around his waist. David buries his face into the junction between Patrick’s shoulder and neck, inhaling his scent. Meanwhile, Patrick presses a kiss to the side of David’s head.
“You’re right. I needed this break. I’ve missed you, too. I’ve just been so caught up in fixing this—”
“I know, Patrick, and I get it. But you can’t work all day. You don’t want to end up making even more mistakes just because you’re tired.”
“Mmm,” Patrick agrees, nuzzling into David’s shoulder.
David laughs. “Okay, as nice as this is, you can’t fall asleep here or your back will never forgive you. We’re going up to bed.”
Based on the lack of innuendos coming from Patrick, David can tell he really is sleepy. He simply nods in agreement, blinking slowly at David when David gets out of his lap and onto his feet. David offers Patrick a hand, which Patrick gladly takes. Together, they make their way up to their bedroom, Patrick stumbling a few times as he gains his bearings.
After reaching their bedroom, Patrick immediately collapses onto his side of the bed. David rolls his eyes fondly at him. He knows that Patrick probably isn’t that comfortable, so he gathers a pair of Patrick’s pajama pants and a white t-shirt from his drawer and brings it over to his side quickly. Luckily, Patrick is still awake, although he looks just about ready to fall asleep.
“Here, change,” David tells him, pressing the bundle of folded clothes into his arms. Patrick fumbles with them but finally, with a bit of help from David with the buttons on his shirt and pants, successfully gets changed into his sleeping clothes. Now soft and ruffled, Patrick climbs back onto the bed, this time actually getting under the covers.
David follows him, getting in on his own side after flipping off the light switch. Patrick immediately rolls toward him and clings, which is completely expected, especially from an overtired Patrick. David smiles to himself and kisses Patrick’s head. Together, they lie intertwined, and Patrick starts breathing deeply within a few minutes, signaling that he’s actually asleep. It doesn’t take David much longer to fall asleep himself, lulled by the sound of Patrick’s steady breath.