>God, your head felt like it was going to fucking explode.
>Practically everything hurt, at this point. Walking felt like you were trying to push your way through rock and dirt. You'd had a long enough day as it was, but this migraine was the goddamn icing on top of the shit-flavoured cake.
>Letting out one of the deepest sighs you've had in a while once you finally made it to your door, you practically stabbed the key into the lock and twisted it. Hard. You wanted to throw it open with all your strength, but even that seemed like too much for you. Instead, you just leaned up against it with your shoulder and pushed it open, hands focused down at your pocket as you tried to shove your keys back in. Even this was proving too much for you, as you kept shoving it into the end of your t-shirt instead of your pocket. Letting out a frustrated grunt, you picked them up and made to throw them through the doorway, but stopped when you saw Tox looking straight at you.
>He was silent, expression a little more blank than usual, as he leaned his right side on the wall; arm outstretched to support him.
>You finally let out a muffled "Hey", somewhat embarrassed that he'd just seen your inability to put some fucking keys in your pocket. He doesn't move for a second, before quickly throwing his arms out and gently pulling you into a hug, letting the door slowly close behind you.
>You just bury your face into his chest. This was what you needed, dammit. You'd been looking forward to seeing your boyfriend all day. In his usual tanktop and athletic shorts, you felt his arms gently squeeze your waist. "...Long day, huh?" He asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.
>You simply let out a weak "Yeah", before ducking down out of the hug. Tox didn't flinch though, as you immediately grabbed the bottom of his tanktop and tried to shove you head under it. He laughed, grabbing you again by the waist and doing his best to try to stop you. "Easy, easy!" He laughed; loud and clear. "Damn it, you're a real horndog, huh?" He said as you managed to shove your head up and plant it between his pecs, rubbing your face against them. "You're gonna stretch it ou--"
>He was cut off as you shoved a hand up against his nipple in an attempt to pinch it, prompting him to spin around and lightly slam himself onto the couch, holding onto you. "Alright, that's it!"
>With that declaration, Tox pulled you out from under his tanktop and pushed you down on the other edge of the couch. You both froze there for a few seconds, before he leaned in for a kiss--
>And then faked you out, shoving his hands under your pits and beginning to tickle you without any degree of mercy.
>You immediately burst out laughing and squirmed, begging him to stop between bursts of laughter. He looked down at you, and tilted his head slightly as he continued. "You gonna be a good boy, then?" He asked, to which you rapidly nodded your head. "Good." Tox nodded, stopping his assault and leaning his head back into yours.
>This time, he actually kissed you. Gently, rubbing your shoulders as he did so. You practically melted into the kiss, letting out a disappointed sigh when he finally pulled away.
>"You want burgers, pizza, or chinese?" He asked as he plopped himself back on the couch properly, sliding an arm over and around your shoulder, before pulling you close to him, phone in his other hand.
>You honestly didn't even care that much. You just wanted to eat, relax, and hit the sack. Tox nodded, before tapping away at his phone, using one of those delivery apps.
>"Burgers, then. It'll be 'bout an hour." He finally said. You murmured a noise that was supposed to mean yes, before letting yourself collapse away from his arm and your head fall onto his lap.
>You looked up at him, smirking, his eyes focused on you. Gently, he raised a hand and absentmindedly began to play with your hair. "...God, I love you." He finally said.
>You couldn't help but laugh a little, making him pout. "Fuck's the deal, babe?" He said, faking a sad look, which made you laugh even more. You apologized, before pressing your head against his stomach and kicking your legs out over the couch's arm. You told him he just didn't look like the kind of guy to say it that -- romantically? Sensually? The right word eluded you.
>"I'm real fuckin' romantic, asshat. And sensual. And whatever else." He huffed, before letting out a chuckle of his own. "You want the TV on or anythin'?"
>You said sure, but you weren't really interested in whatever trash was on. You had all the entertainment you needed right above you.
>The TV was just background noise to you -- something about monster trucks or whatever. You just lay there, head on Tox's lap, and relaxed. While he continued playing with your hair, his other hand reached down and gently grasped one of your own.
>God, you loved him too.
>Your moment was interrupted by the doorbell ringing, to which you both let out a displeased grunt. "You keep relaxin'. I'll go get it." Tox said, gently rising up and walking to the door.
>Soon enough, he came back with burgers. You realize you'd never told him what you wanted, but as he tore the bag open (He never seemed
to want to just open them normally when they were made out of paper. You joked about it with him, calling it the "Five Guys Instinct".)
You saw that it was your usual -- and your favourite.
>He remembered that, huh? You'd have to give him an extra few kisses next time.
>He returns to his place on the couch, and instead of sitting up you lay your head back on his lap, lazily eating fries as he tears into one of his burgers.
>He always got two burgers and extra large fries, and ate them in the order of burger, fries, burger. He never seemed to gain weight, but he was always a big eater.
>"So, fuck did they do to you today?" He finally asks, inviting you to vent to him. You take the opportunity, and recount every shitty happening of the day, as he nods and grunts, simply listening to you.
>Once you'd gotten everything off your chest, the food was gone, and Tox sucked off his fingers before beginning to push himself up.
>"I'm pissed off for ya at this point. Fuckin' hell, babe. I'm sorry."
>You rise up with him, saying it obviously isn't his fault, but he shakes his head. "Sure, but I'm still mad. I love ya, remember? Don't like it when ya feel bad." He says, squeezing the trash into a ball and making his way to the trash can. You follow after him, and he dunks it in, before making his way to the bathroom.
>"You feelin' up to a shower?" He asked, and you nodded your head. Part of your mind wandered to a shower quickly, but relaxation meant exhaustion had slowly but surely come over you. You weren't even feeling up to a quickie tonight. Thank god it was a Friday.
>"Cool." He said, turning on the hot water. He always showered in blazingly hot water. It always took you a bit to get used to. As he pulled his clothes off, you admired the view -- he had his jock on today, giving you a nice shot of his ass.
>He jumped into the shower, and you quickly stripped and followed after him.
>While it was only 15 minutes or so, (fucking water bills), you were both silent, just enjoying being close to each other.
>After the shower, you were both towelling off, when he reached over and picked you up, causing both of your towels to fall to the floor. You let out a "Hey", but he winked at you, carrying you bridal style over to your bed.
>He laid you on it, throwing away the blanket, before climbing in after you. You immediately turned your head and planted it back on his chest, covering his left pec, as he slid an arm back around you and pulled the blanket over you both, before shutting off the light.
>"Didn't even grab my dick in the shower, huh? You really are exhausted." He said, voice low and gentle, and you muttered a weak "Yeah."
>"'S all good, babe. Remember..." He trailed off, before planting a kiss on your forehead.
>"I love ya."