The kiss had Syl melting, as kisses from Pat tended to, and he sighed into it, kissing back with the slightest move of his lips until Pat was pulling away and smiling at him.
And, as anticlimactic as it was, Syl let out a very soft, “…shit.”
Because he had to finish his sentences, obviously.
Then he grinned. “You’re so good at this, baby. But, okay– I see your point. Rest day Sunday, groceries tomorrow. Less people, less stress. Right?”
It was a good thing Pat was so kept together. It wasn’t that Syl didn’t know how to take care of himself– he’d gotten better about prioritisation and setting alarms for the stuff he knew he really, really had to do (curse his attention span!)– but little quality of life things like picking between two days to do errands? Jeez, he would’ve went with Sunday just because it was routine.
“I’ll come with you,” he said, hands moving onto Pat’s knees and sliding oh-so gradually higher up his thighs. “And bring Mike? I’ll watch him, don’t worry– it’s just, you know, I think he’s happiest when we’re together.”
It was completely ungraceful, but Syl leaned in to kiss Pat again.
“Mm,” he hummed, giving a soft suck to Pat’s bottom lip as his hands crept gently up his shirt. “Are there any other errands we have? And before you ask, I paid our bills before comin’ home today.”
Another kiss, and Syl hooked a finger in the garter of Pat’s pants, his tone lazy and casual. “So that’s done.”
“Mm, you’ve always had such a way with words, Syl. It’s no wonder I fell for you,” Pat teased as he continued to curse, even after the kiss.
“I’m only good at this because I’ve got you helping me through this all. I couldn’t imagine raising a kid with anyone else.”
He reached his hands up to cup the side of Syl’s face, the pads of his thumbs stroking along his jawline as he gazed at him with sheer adoration. It was strange to think how they chance their meeting was, let alone how significantly their bond had developed over the years.
Pat pulled his lower lip between his teeth as he felt his partner’s hands on his knees and slide up his thighs.
“We can absolutely go together. I was just trying to make it easier on you, but you’re right. He is his happiest then.”
He loved that Syl was true to his word with being the responsible parent for Mike tomorrow, despite the fact that Pat knew full well he’d be stepping in to help anyway. It had nothing to do with Syl’s parenting in the slightest. In fact, he felt Syl was the better parent of the two, but he couldn’t imagine not helping his partner take care of their son when he was right there.
“God, I would have never thought listing responsibilities that were taken care of could be so sexy,” Pat purred against his lips, running against his lips. “I’ve just gotta do some cleaning around the house.”
With a little noise of remembrance, he mumbled into the kiss, “Mm, remind me to pick up some more of the swiffer wet wipes at the store tomorrow.”
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