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Mike sometimes wondered why he’d taken this internship. He’d initially been excited about getting a change of scenery to work at a publishing agency. But every day, he always monotonously went into the office, took coffee orders, scheduled some appointments, chatted on the phone, and all round just did very little of anything useful as an intern.
Now, after a particularly stressful day where his clumsy ass had spilled hot fucking coffee onto his supervisor’s lap by mistake, he couldn’t wait to go home and scream.
He was getting back to his apartment earlier than usual due to the, ehem, work incident, having told to just leave early. And despite the stress he felt, the sky was clear, the sun was warm and it was a beautiful spring. It turned out that the universe didn’t change depending on his mood. So much for pathetic fallacy.
As he reached his apartment, Mike tried to remind himself that he was just a twenty-two-year-old getting his first internship right after finishing his college degree. Having one screw up at his job wasn’t the end of the world. In the words of the wise Hannah Montana, everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days… right?
With a heavy sigh, he opened his apartment door and tried to relax as he took off his shoes, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt.
The apartment was quiet and tidy, and with the scent of acrylic paint wafting through the air from easel set up at the corner of the room, he was starting to forget about the stupid coffee incident already.
He entered his bedroom to find one of his favourite sights— his boyfriend, Will, curled up in a mess of blankets on their shared bed, dressed in one of Mike’s loose t-shirts and fast asleep, soft brown hair framing his face in a way that made Mike’s heart squeeze with fondness.
Mike changed out of his shitty work clothes into sweats and a hoodie, and then sat on the bed next to Will, trying to be gentle so as not to wake him.
But Will was a famously light sleeper, and he made a sweet noise that caused Mike’s chest to constrict again, before he blinked awake groggily. The way his nose twitched and his long lashes fluttered to reveal large hazel eyes reminded him of a bunny.
“Hi there,” Mike said softly, reaching out to cup Will’s face, thumb brushing the mole on his cheek. Will closed his eyes, content at the touch and adorably sleepy.
“Hi,” he murmured. “You’re home early.”
“Stressful day. Don’t really wanna talk about it,” Mike sighed. “Let me hold you?”
Will made another pleased sound, scrunching up his nose, and gestured with his hands for Mike to come closer. Mike obliged and laid down beside him on the bed.
Will always liked to snuggle up next to him, and it was both a surprise and love for Mike that Will enjoyed Mike touching him as much as Mike liked initiating skin-ship. ‘It's a lot’, he’d been told by his ex-girlfriend who really didn’t enjoy his touchiness as much, and wanted more personal space. But Will on the other hand, relished in it.
(When Mike had once asked him about it, Will had simply said, "Because you're mine. You're tall, and handsome, and warm, and you make me feel safe, you have a nice comforting smell, and I just like everything about you.” Mike had glowed with that evaluation, and made out with Will until he was short of breath and his cheeks were flushed and a rosy pink.)
Will settled atop of Mike’s chest, his hands curled against his shirt with a happy hum. After a few seconds, he lifted his head up slightly to look at Mike with a teasing smile, pressing his palms against his pecs, "Have you been working out lately hmm?"
Mike just laughed. “Nah. It must just be all the papers I have to carry around to the office.”
Will giggled. “Well I don’t mind if you have to lift anything heavier.”
Mike shook his head and chuckled, smile turning fond as he ran his fingers through Will’s fluffy hair. Will was so beautiful, and soft and gentle, and he loved the sound of his laugh.
“How was the meeting with the client today?” Mike asked.
“It was whatever,” he said with a little pout, clearly more interested in talking about Mike's newfound fitness than his work.
Will was a freelance artist, and was currently working on a project to create some visual art for a storybook that the writer was pushing to make more openly queer, particularly with Will’s art pieces. However, the higher ups at the agency were against it, saying it should be left implicit so as not to ruffle the feathers of any parents that would buy this for their kids. Will had huffed that he refused to change and censor his art when he first told Mike about the conflict, to which Mike had affirmed that he was right for that, feeling defensive of his boyfriend.
“Don’t worry, your time is gonna come baby,” Mike soothed.
Will nuzzled closer to him, to which Mike smiled. He knew Will liked it when he called him that. He always got all pliant, and even more cuddly than usual. This time was no exception.
“I'm always tired after these meetings,” Will said softly, playing with the string of Mike's hoodie. “I need this project too. But it’s so…”
His voice trailed off, but Mike knew how he felt nonetheless. They always understood each other even without words.
Mike placed a kiss on Will’s head, and they lay in silence for a while with him absentmindedly caressing Will. He continued playing with his hair, kissing his hands and head, and kept his other arm tightly wrapped around Will’s waist.
“Baby, are you still awake?” Mike asked after a while.
Will made a soft noise to indicate that he was.
“I think we should order takeout, what do you think?”
Will nodded, then yawned, shifting his body to press his face against Mike's neck.
“After a nap,” Will mumbled, and Mike could feel the warm puffs of his breath against his skin.
“Okay,” Mike smiled.
And so they fell asleep in each other's arms, letting their work stresses gradually fade away into the warmth of each other’s embrace.