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          he’s tired -- a sort of exhaustion he can feel in his BONES, but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing emery as soon as he’s in their apartment, pressing a kiss to his lips quickly before letting his forehead fall on his boyfriend’s shoulder.❝ yes, hello, how are you. how was your day ? ❞ he asks, mumbled against the fabric of emery’s shirt as he tugs the other towards their bedroom so he can lay down.

@vodkasweat / MY LOVE !

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withagony.

          ❝ yeah, and fuckin’ turns out, she’s the goddamn spawn of satan. and fuck you ! peach is a good name, it suits her ! she’s my li’l peach. ❞ he grins, rolling his eyes as he looks out the windshield. ❝ yeah, she is. her boyfriend’s alright, too. a little weird, but i mean, his parents are weird. love frankie, but she’s a lot. and kellan – you’re lucky you’ve never met ‘im. hell, ya’d probably like ‘im, actually. all that matters is that he makes moana happy. ❞ he stretches his legs the best he can, sighing. ❝ an angel, my ass. he’s a nicchiniello. ain’t a damn thing heavenly’ bout that family. ❞

          ❝ you leave my sweet daughter alone, peach is the who who tries to summon demons. peach was either named after a fruit or a mario character and she has to live with that her whole life, beau. ❞ he laughs, glancing at the other quickly. ❝ she’s a good one, moana. the kid’s weird gotta come from somewhere, man. well, now you have to introduce me, you don’t have a choice. ❞ he reaches over, pushing beau’s head against the window. ❝ he’s not a nicchiniello by blood ! plus his mother’s an angel, sister’s a little weird but she’s sweet, and you like getting fucked by his dad so you have no room to talk. ❞ 

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withagony.

          ❝ a genius, you fuck ! i should’ve done the same damn thing with my children ! ❞ he grins, relaxing comfortably in the seat as fingers drum against his bicep. ❝ nah, not anymore. sixteen years old ‘n i’ve still gotta get her dressed in the morning’s. sometimes if she really pisses me off, i do, but y’know. ❞ beau shrugs, turning his head so he can watch the other. ❝ this comin’ from the man who’s at his boyfriend’s beck-and-call every wakin’ hour. ❞

          ❝ y’know, this is why i hate you. you named one of your kids and you called her faith ! the other two came prenamed and you let your husband call your fourth PEACH ! that’s a fruit, for godsake ! ❞ he cant help but laugh as he turns back ahead and starts the familiar drive towards beau’s house. ❝ she’s a good kid, just not a morning person, which is very relatable, if you ask me. what’s her boyfriend like ? ❞  he hums, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. ❝ yeah, i am, and i’m happy to be. have you seen em ? he’s a damn angel. ❞ 

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withagony.

          ❝ ‘ey ! your father is a lovely man, and you are LUCKY to have him ! ❞ he points, vaguely, in the other’s direction. beau sinks down in the seat, his head falling against the window with a dull thud. he sighs, dramatically, as he crosses his arms. ❝ no, no, no. we do not wake moana up ‘til we gotta wake moana up. ❞ he reaches over, combing his fingers lazily through jonah’s hair. ❝ shh, these are just.. just minor details in the big picture. ❞

          ❝ the man named both of his sons essentially the same thing, beau. jonah and jonas. who does that ? ❞ he rolls his eyes, smile never leaving his face as he keeps an eye on beau; last thing he wants is for him to throw up in his car. ❝ yeah, yeah, i remember, i know how it works. do you still send her to school in her pjs ? ❞ he asks, curious about how much has changed since the other moved out. ❝ minor detail ? beau, you have four kids with this man. and any time he looks at you, you practically drool yourself. ❞ 

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withagony.

          ❝ fuck you, mate, ‘m lovely ! your dad thinks ‘m fantastic ! ❞ he stumbles alongside the other, arm draped over his shoulders. ❝ no, ‘m not, i swear. moana can’t watch the babies, she’s sleepin’, too ! plus, she might be with her boyfriend.. i don’t remember ? ❞ he practically giggles, sitting and trailed his finger along the other’s cheek. ❝ you - you - you - you used to like me bein’ weird and kissy. then you got a boyfriend. ❞  

          ❝ okay, your dad also thinks I’M fantastic, is that how we’re measuring things now ? plus, my dad thinks everything is fantastic -- he’s literally amazed by everything. ❞ he rolls his eyes as he closes beau’s door and walks over to his side of the car. ❝ she can be woken up ! actually, no, i take that back, i remember when you all lived with me. ❞ he speaks as he starts the car, turning to beau with a smile. ❝ i still like you bein’ weird and kissy, i was just stating that that’s something you ARE. yeah, i did, and you got married, weirdo. ❞ 

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withagony.

          a grin dances across his features, his hand tapping gently against the other’s chest. ❝ but i’m a delight ! ❞ he argues, voice an octave higher than usual. then a whine, nose scrunched up and head thrown back. ❝ ‘cause y’love me ! and mateo can’t come pick me up, the babies are asleep. cabs make me uncomfy. ❞ beau takes the other’s hand, pressing a sloppy kiss to his knuckles.

          ❝ you’re actually the opposite of a delight. EMERY is a delight, you’re a fuckin’ gremlin, mate. ❞ he laughs, wrapping an arm around beaus waist to lead him towards his car. ❝ yeah, i don’t think i do, i think you’re just imagining it. moana can watch the babies, they’ll be fine ! everything makes you uncomfy, you weird, kissy drunk. ❞ pulling open the passenger door of his car, he shoves beau in and buckles him up for him, knowing his best friend wont do it.

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withagony.

               @deadbonedboy / starter call.

          ❝ you’re so good, ❞ arms rest on the shoulders of his best friend, foreheads pressed together. beau closes his eyes, moving so he can cup jonah’s face and squish is cheeks. ❝ look at you, an angel, and i don’t deserve you. can you drive me home ? ❞

          ❝ i think i might actually hate you. ❞ he says with a laugh, wrapping his arms around beau’s middle to keep him close. in truth, he loves his best friend, but he hates when he does this shit. ❝ why do i always have to drive you home ? you have a husband and a phone; call him or get a cab, stupid. ❞ he huffs, fishing his car keys out of his back pocket.

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vodkasweat.

          odds are he won’t stay awake long, depending on how starved he currently is for attention. emery hums a little, moving his thumb across the other’s cheek. ❝ just let me lie to myself for a minute, jonah. ❞ he smiles, scrunching up his nose a bit in the process. he returns each kiss, pausing to press a few to jonah’s cheeks and nose. ❝ you could shave your other arm if it bothers you that bad. but then you’ve got to shave everything else, too. go big or go home, my love. don’t be a quitter. ❞

          all he really wants to do right now is switch back into the sweatpants and t-shirt combination he was wearing before he left for work, but he can’t really with emery pressed to his side, not that he’s complaining. ❝ you’ve been lying to yourself since we started dating ! ❞ he rolls his eyes, leaning into ever kiss emery places on his face. ❝ no, it’s not time yet. plus, i get really itchy when i shave and the ‘half singed half shaved’ look isn’t one i can pull off. at least not well. ❞ 

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vodkasweat.

          normally, he wouldn’t wake up, but today was an exception; he wasn’t expecting to hear his boyfriend’s footsteps. emery’s arms find their way around jonah, pulling him close and pressing into his side. ❝ listen.. he doesn’t like to sleep alone. we have that in common. ❞ fingers trail across the other’s chest, eyes closing for a moment. ❝ mm, i’m proud of you ! your arm doesn’t need hair, anyway. thank you so much,you sweet soul. ❞ he murmurs before returning the kiss, hand on jonah’s cheek. 

          it’s a surprise to find emery awake, but not one he’s against. jonah smiles as he pulls emery to his side, keeping him close as he rolls his eyes and looks at him, affectionate smile still on his face. ❝ your cat sleeps just fine on it’s own, you’re the needy one. ❞ he speaks softly, pressing another kiss to emery’s lips. ❝ thanks, i got yelled at for it. well, not my arms look uneven and it bothers me. ❞ the explanation is quiet, barely above a whisper as he keeps pressing feather light kisses to emery’s lips.

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vodkasweat.

          he can’t help but groan at the idea of being asleep all day – he’s got to stop doing shit like this. ❝ leave me alone. me and my cat son, we sleep a perfectly normal amount. and at normal times. ❞ he stretches, arms above his head and a small smile at his lips thanks to the other’s kiss. ❝ of course, i am knowing of this information. ❞ emery pulls a face, removing the note and glancing it over. ❝ terrific. welcome home, i love you, how was work ? i need more kisses. ❞

          he’s gotten used to this, finding emery still asleep when he gets home from morning shifts. he thinks its nice, especially when he can slip back into bed without the other waking up, as if he’d never left. ❝ your cat sleeps a normal amount for a cat. you, my sweet human boyfriend, sleep too much. ❞ he rolls his eyes, pulling emery closer. ❝ i love you too, i singed the hair off my right arm again, and i am here to provide. ❞ he smiles, pressing a kiss to emery’s lips.

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          there’s an easy chuckle that passes his lips as he walks into the bedroom, looking at the lump that is his boyfriend as he flops down on the blanket next to him. ❝ i don’t know why i asked, it’s not like you sleep the same hours as a cat. ❞ jonah smiles, pulling the blanket down just enough to press a kiss to emery’s forehead. ❝ sunday’s brunch, had to go to work. left you a note and everything. ❞ he points to the post it still on the nightstand, picking it up and sticking it to emery’s forehead. ❝ there you go. ❞ 

@vodkasweat / cont.