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      NOTHING FELT MORE SECURE than being wrapped up in Chris’ arms. He was so big, so strong, so warm. Nothing could hurt them when they where curled up in their queen sized sanctuary– which was a real problem when you had adult responsibilities you were supposed to be getting up for. It didn’t help that Chris would be home all day, a once in a blue moon occurrence, and Waylon was meant to spend the whole day out playing IT guy for a local call center. He was 2 days into a week long job that consisted of the same mind-numbing diagnostics and site blocking over and over again on outdated computed after outdated computer. But it was something to fill his days when everyone was out living their lives. The kids, at school. Lisa, working. And Chris, on assignment– that was, until last night’s surprise reunion.

Waylon leaned into his boyfriend’s chest and turned his head, squinting at Chris affectionately in his lack of glasses. “This is so unfair. You’re even harder to leave during the day than Delilah.” He laughed as Chris’ groggy hold around his waist tightened slightly. It left Waylon’s chest warm and tight with adoration in a way only Chris and really fat cats ever could.  “You’re clingier, too.”

      “ HM? ” Waylon blinked, languidly, pleasantly. His brain was chugging along at half speed in the soup of blissful chemicals flooding his skull- it took nearly half a minute before he processed what exactly Chris had asked. “Oh- yeah! Would love to. But I can’t.” He finally replied. He nodded toward his leg (it was a miracle he had the courage to take the prosthetic off around Chris at all tonight- but then again, it was a miracle he had the courage to kiss him, too. His heart was still pounding. His head was still reeling. Fuck, he liked Chris so much, he might even lov-).