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Mikey collapsed into the sofa with a soft oof. Today had been long. He slung an arm along the back and gently squeezed Wynn’s shoulder. Wynn was too prickly to be a big cuddler, but Mikey could sometimes get away with one arm. Wynn gave into it today though; he sighed and relaxed against Mikey. They’d been screwed by Boyd fucking Crowder too many times now and Wynn was tired. He was too old for this shit. He just wanted to sit with his boyfriend, in their home, and watch the girls get slaughtered at tennis before going to bed.