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It wasn’t any surprise to anyone that the two men were workaholics unable to say no when asked to work a case or do more paperwork than required. But what was surprising was that both men actually had a day off today, TOGETHER!
Sure, both men would take a day or so off every once in a while, but rarely did they ever get a whole day to themselves together. So, here they were, relaxing quietly in their living room.
Piers was preoccupied swiping through his phone, occasionally chuckling at whatever video he was watching.
The sight of the younger man having zero care and zero worries after everything he had been through the last 10 years always made Chris’s heart swoon. The way he could be openly vulnerable in their home always confirmed that Chris had succeeded at making their home their safe place.
The sound of the soft pitter patter of rain hitting the window momentarily grabbed his attention as he peered across the room. The sky that was once blue was now a dark violent grey.
He had always enjoyed the rainy days ever since he was a child. The relaxing sound of the rain hitting the windows, the smell of the rain that would linger if the windows would be cracked open a bit. It always brought him some sense of safety, back to a time where all the mattered was his parents setting up the living room to be his mini pillow fort kingdom. Back to a time where simply being a child was the most important thing he could be.
Smiling at the memory of his childhood, he focused his attention back to the younger man that was sprawled across the couch. Piers was wearing an oversized sweater that was clearly not his own clothing. It engulfed his body, covering it completely, only exposing the soft pale skin of his thighs. Anyone who would have the privilege to see the young man in this attire would assume he was attempting to seduce the older legend.
The sound of a soft giggle once again pulled him away from his thoughts as he looked up towards his husband to catch his eyes staring back at him.
“Look what Claire just sent me.” He laughed, stretching his arm out pushing his phone as close as possible to the older man.
He looked down at the phone with a squint, seeing a cat with glasses with the words No stress, just vibing written on it.
He would be a liar if he would say he understood this one. “What the fuck is this?” He laughed
"I don’t know, the cats cute though! And he’s wearing glasses!” Piers laughed, bringing his phone back towards him and began scrolling once more. A wide smile plastered on his face.
Perhaps this wasn’t the day off he would’ve expected to have, maybe take a hike down towards the stream, where they could fish a bit. But he’d lie if he didn’t cherish these moments that the two of them could sit and relax and just be themselves without any worry.
“What you want for dinner baby?”
“Anything you cook will be amazing!”
“That’s not what I asked, what are you in the mood for?”
“Steak and potatoes? I know that’s what I usually ask for but you just make them so damn well!” Piers giggled, crawling towards the older man and pressing his body into his side as he tucked his head under the strong jaw.
“Anything you want, you got it!” Chris practically purred as he wrapped his arms around the toned body.
“I know what I want for dessert later too.” Piers whispered, planting a sloppy wet smooch on his lover’s neck.
“Oh yeah? I was thinking of making some brownies.” Chris replied, “there’s this recipe Barry sent me a couple weeks ago.” He finished, completely oblivious to what his husband was alluding to.
“Oh? I was thinking of something more salty though.”
“Hmm… well I can think of something then.”
“Love, I don’t actually want a dessert.”
“Then why did you say you did?” He asked confused, eyebrows pinching together,
“I was trying to suggest I wanted my big strong hunk of a husband for dessert.” He laughed, running his hand under the older man’s shirt. “Was thinking I could finally get my hands all over him and well in him too. It’s been too long since you got pampered.” He giggled, pushing the man’s shirt higher and setting his lips onto the hot skin peppering wet kisses along his abdomen.
“Well, that husband of yours would be one lucky man then.”
“Oh yeah? You think? Think he would enjoy me taking my time? Making him feel the same way he makes me feel as he explores every crevice of my body?” Piers asked, knowing damn well they weren’t going to be having steak and potato’s tonight.
“P- please!” The older man whimpered.
The two men quickly ran towards their bedroom, the phone forgotten somewhere on the couch, playing a random TikTok video.