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“John! You’re back! You did sooo good today.” Smitty barreled directly into John as he walked in the door, the shorter, curly haired man wrapping his arms around John in a death grip. “I missed you. I’m so mad I couldn’t go to the game.”
”It’s not your fault, man. It was important.”
”But you’re important too!”
”Smits, they pulled me in the fourth inning,” John said flatly.
“Okay, but, you still won!”
”They thought my pitching was fucking ass, man.”
”Not true. They switched you out because you were too good and it was unfair to the other team,” Smitty argued.
”That’s not how baseball works.”
”Says you.”
“God, I can’t believe I’m even dating you right now,” John snorted. “I bet you’re only being nice to me because you’re a fucking superfan.”
”Hey, in my defense, I didn’t know you were literally THE Kryoz when I met you,” Smitty huffed. “And I’m allowed to glaze my boyfriend, thank you very much.”
John sighed, rolling his eyes playfully. “Yeah yeah, okay. I hear you.”
”Good.”
It was quiet for a moment before John spoke up again.
”To be honest, you didn’t really miss nothing.”
”I know. Pezzy was texting me about the game the whole time.”
”Then why are you acting so disappointed?”
”Because I like being there for you,” Smitty said quietly. “Especially when you’re having a rough time. I feel like I failed you, or something, even though I couldn’t really have done too much.”
John’s heart panged, looking down at the younger. “Aw, c’mon now. Don’t feel guilty, dude, it’s not your fault.”
”Yeah, I know.” Then, a sudden look of determination sparked across Smitty’s face. “But I can make it up to you now!”
“What the fuck-!” John yelped as Smitty grabbed his wrist and started dragging him to the bedroom. “What are you doing?!”
”It’s mandatory cuddle time, stupid,” Smitty said. “Don’t lie to me, I know you feel like shit right now about being switched out. So I must do my divine duty as boyfriend and cheer you up.” He paused. “And also make myself feel better about missing your game.”
”Can at least take a shower first??? I’m so sweaty right now,” John asked futility, and Smitty just shook his head, as John expected. That stubborn bitch’s mind was made up.
”Later,” Smitty said. “Cuddles, now.”
”Okay, fine, but don’t complain about the smell,” John laughed, letting his boyfriend drag him into the bedroom. And, if he was being honest, John didn’t really mind it that much at all.