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Tommy couldn’t open the door. It was unlocked but it only opened about 5 inches and was stuck. He could guess what was the problem.
So he closed it again and walked to the garage, pulled it up and sighed. Situation here wasn’t any better than the house.
Boxes everywhere.
And when he entered the house, more boxes.
A tower of boxes blocking the main door.
For living in a loft Evan had a lot of things. They actually brought quite a lot from a storage unit too. And so many were labeled kitchen. That one thing was the least surprising.
Evan was lying on the floor, face up and arms outstretched. He managed to fit himself between the coffee table, couch and more boxes.
‘Everything good, baby?’ Tommy asked cautiously.
‘I’m overwhelmed.’ Evan said weakly.
It was that one day a week Evan had completely free from the restaurant and it was too little to unpack. It didn’t help that Tommy couldn’t take days off for the moment to lend a hand.
Throwing his bag on the small space on the couch he lowered himself to the ground. He grabbed Evan’s arm and pulled him up and into his body so the man draped himself floppily over his legs and stomach.
‘It’s fine, we said it’ll just have to do for a few weeks until I settle the schedule for shifts and new recruits.’ Tommy stroke the messy and sweaty curls.
‘I need kitchen.’ Evan murmured into his sternum.
Kitchen was probably mostly unpacked anyway.
It was only two weeks, not like the situation was tragic. Neither of them planned what happened so for now it was living among boxes. Evan gave up his loft since it was already coming close to renewing the lease and they were married, right? Evan was already living in the house anyway so it was the case of bringing his stuff too.
‘Can I renovate the kitchen?’ another murmur. It was vibrating into Tommy’s skin.
‘Sure, I’d take a guess you want to expand it too.’ There was a nod rubbing against his t-shirt.
‘I love you.’
Tommy smiled. Four months and he still felt the same pull towards Evan. Love at first sight huh…
‘You don’t have to say it as a thank you.’
Evan shifted and pushed himself up, his muscular arms bracketing Tommy’s body as he hovered near his face.
‘I’m saying it as a standalone. Say it back.’ Evan’s breath was on Tommy’s lips.
Tommy smiled.
‘I love you.’
‘Good.’ Evan crawled into his lap and draped himself lifelessly over him. He was almost same posture as Tommy and they were working out together whenever they could so he was like a weighted blanket.
‘I do think the boxes blocking the door should be at least moved.’ He said gently hoping not to make his new husband more miserable.
The heavy sigh that answered him was really despairing.
‘Although why, garage door are perfectly fine. And the back door, we’ll just take scenic route. I do have a nice garden.’ He stroke Evan’s back, the worn cotton of a hoodie with cut off sleeves. His hoodie.
The small laughter against his skin was what he lived for now.