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You heard the front door open as your Cog boyfriend stepped through the entrance, finally home from work. Your boyfriend, Chip Revvington, unfortunately had to work late, and you hadn’t seen him all day. You excitedly ran to the door to greet him.
“Welcome home, Chip. I missed you,” you said, smiling up at the tall robot. “How was work…?”
Chip leaned down and ever-so-gently pressed the side of his saw blade to your cheek - his version of a kiss.
“No Toons this time, thankfully, but still a long day. Had to make some tough decisions. More of them than usual…” he answered as he hung up his suit jacket on the coat rack and traded it for the plastic chainsaw cover hanging next to it.
For your sake, he always wore the cover while at home. Unsurprisingly, when your face is a giant spinning saw blade, it becomes a bit of a safety hazard - and the last thing Chip would want to do is hurt you. The normally-intimidating Cog admittedly looked a little ridiculous wearing it, with its bright neon color not helping. While he wouldn’t be caught dead with it on around his fellow Suits, he insisted on wearing it at home.
“I understand,” you replied, patting the back of one of his hands. “I’m proud of you for working so hard today.”
“Thank you… I’m just happy to be back at home with you, honestly,” he sighed.
Chip yawned (or what you assumed was a yawn…) and rubbed the back of his neck. He always seemed tired after work, but today he seemed especially exhausted. You wondered if his neck was in pain from looking down at all the paperwork he had to do.
“Hey… how about a shoulder massage? It’s the least I can do,” you offered.
“Ah… A massage?” Chip repeated, surprised. He almost seemed a little flustered at the idea. Cogs didn’t get… massages. “I’ve never had one of those. But…” he paused. “From what I’ve heard, they do sound… pretty nice. I suppose if it’s not too much trouble…”
“No trouble at all,” you grinned. “You’ll like it, promise!“
Taking Chip by his hand, you led him to the living room. A warm fire was flickering in the fireplace. The room felt cozy.
“Alright big guy, take a seat in front of me,” you said as you sat down on the couch.
“Big guy” was correct - Chip was, well, enormous. In fact, he was one of the largest Suits at Cogs, Inc. Normally, there was just enough room on the couch for you to sit together, side by side. There would definitely be no room if one of you tried to lie down while the other sits.
So, Chip followed your orders, sat on the floor in front of you, and leaned back against you. You got to work, gently massaging the metal that made up his neck and then moving down to his broad shoulders.
Chip was a robot, so there was a possibility what you were doing didn’t have any effect on him… But you were surprised when you felt his shoulders relax under your touch.
“Oh, that feels……. “ Chip began, “…really nice, actually. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before...” he said as he further relaxed and melted into your touch.
“I’m happy to hear it, Chip… You work so hard and deserve to relax.”
You massaged little circles around his upper back, then moved back up to his neck, gently pressing your fingertips against each smooth metal ridge.
Chip closed his eyes, fully giving into your touch. This was nice. He could get used to this.
Being so close, you couldn’t help but take this time to admire his intricate details. All his mechanical parts that fit together so smoothly and flawlessly… you couldn’t believe these were the robots Toons frequently destroyed without a second thought. Sure, he was a Cog, one of the many mass-produced machines designed solely for work, but… he was so complex, too. You wondered how and when he was built, and who designed him…
A faint whirring noise coming from him snapped you out of your train of thought. Was that…?
“Chip… is that your saw?” you asked.
“Hmm…?” Chip opened his eyes. “Oh- that. Sorry, sometimes my saw turns on when I’m relaxed enough. If it’s too bothersome, I can make it stop-“
“Not at all,” you interrupted, patting him on the top of his soft hat. “Go right ahead. I can tell it means I’m doing something right.”
Chip closed his eyes and got comfortable once again. Sure enough, the faint sound of a chainsaw gently whirring from underneath his plastic cover could be heard.
You realized he was essentially purring… how cute.
You continued with your shoulder massage. Eventually, Chip became so relaxed that he began dozing off. You very gently shook one of his shoulders.
“Chip, as much as I wish I could, there’s no way I could carry you to bed,” you chuckled. “Bed time?”
“Hmm?” Chip hummed, opening his eyes. “Oh- right, bed time.” He was grateful he was facing away from you, as he blushed slightly at the thought of you wanting to carry him. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea.” The fire in the fireplace had died down, leaving only embers behind.
Chip got up and stretched, then without warning, scooped you up in his arms with ease.
“H-hey!” you cried out, surprised.
He nuzzled your cheek with his covered saw. “Please, it should be me carrying you. It’s the least I can do for all the attention tonight… I really needed that.”
“Aw, Chip…” you replied softly, a hint of red coloring your own face. “It’s nothing, really. I’m only trying to give you what you deserve.” You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his metal cheek. His saw blade whirred happily in response.
Chip carried you to your bedroom where he gently set you down on the bed. He then handed you your pajamas before pulling out his own set of red and black flannel pajamas and changing into them.
You both climbed under the covers and got comfy. Investing in that California king-sized bed to fit both of you was one of the best decisions you’ve made.
Chip nuzzled his covered saw blade against you again and pulled you into his strong arms.
“Goodnight, Love. Thank you for always treating me so well… sweet dreams,” he murmured.
“Goodnight, Chip. Sleep well.”
Chip’s job could be tough… but coming home to you made it all worth it.