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Mickey stood outside a tall building, his back scalding hot against his black ford focus. His eyes were focused intently on the doorway, the black doors almost haunting him.
Eventually, one of the doors slowly opened and a figure walked out. Mickey’s face fell as his eyes scanned the man — his boyfriend whose body and mind were going through the motions — as he walked slowly towards the empty car park. Mickey stepped forward, his legs shaking
“I don’t wanna talk about it” Max stated, inching into Mickey’s personal space
“You don’t have to” Mickey wrapped his arms around the other man’s torso.
Max’s arms stayed by his side, the bag in his hand dropping to the floor.
“I just wanna go home” Max’s head was steadily pushing itself against the older man’s shoulder
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do” Mickey pulled back slightly, moving his hands to his boyfriend’s cheeks. He sighed before moving back in, to kiss his lips. Whilst exhausted beyond belief, Max kissed him back, moving one hand quietly to his partner’s waist.
“Come on” Mickey whispered, pulling away. Max groaned at the lessening contact and pulled Mickey back in. Mickey smiled into the kiss, realising how much he’d missed him these last four weeks.
“Come on,” Mickey almost pleaded, “Let’s go home. You’ve got me all day today, and for the next four days”
“Perfect” Max softly grinned, running a hand across Mickey’s lips.