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[the_deadeye]

Things that he looks forward to after any job is the ability to make an actual good meal instead of small snacks due to focusing, a comfy bed, and civilian clothes. However when of the better parts was the possibility of calling up a certain university student that has maintained his attention and certainly being considered his though that fact was rather kept to himself than anything. That very person was the reason why he was ecstatic that the three days of hunting and scouting had ended so he can hit up his main safe house in the city.

A quick message is sent over in order to notify that the coast is clear and he's back at what he would consider his home. Then it's cleaning up his weapons and stowing them away before starting to even think about the process of stripping off his gear. However the better choice is to quickly get it off before snagging a shower to further de-merc himself, sighing contently at the warm water and taking his time. It's after checking his watch that he grumbles at his carelessness and waste of time to make him get dried off and scramble for clothes.

He had no idea when his boyfriend was going to show up and the last thing he wants to do is be found either in the damn shower or well coming out of it. So definitely getting on a pair of sweats if anything which is more so a fuss of grumbling and stumbling as he attempts to find something comfortable and suitable.

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[the_deadeye]

"You are such a bad liar, you know that right," Jersey muses. "You allowed to know some things and I would never keep an injury from you. But only going to say so behind closed doors. Got to still be tough and all."

He moves aside in order to allow for Sigma to slip inside before shutting the door and padding off towards the couch. "It was good though. Worth the effort with the pay that got transferred. Mostly paid to scope things out."

[ambitious_muse]

Of course he's a bad liar. He's blushing terribly.

"Sorry. I'll save it until we're behind closed doors," he says.

Oh, look. The door is closed now. He's still curious, though. "That doesn't sound bad at all. And certainly not too messy."

[the_deadeye]

He waves the remark off after fitting a comfortable spot on the couch to crash in. "You're good. No apologies necessary."

"I don't create messes. I solve them and well I keep my hands clean so to speak with the whole distance part. Plus only people who know what they exactly want order in a sharpshooter and I'm willing to carter if the price is good enough for the effort."

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma sits next to him, close enough that he still has to lean in. He'll give it a minute. Unless Jersey initiates.

"I'm glad you're good at your job," he says. "It means I don't worry as much when you're gone."

[the_deadeye]

That lean in is a definite giveaway as to what the other man is planning so he hooks an arm around Sigma's shoulders and pulls him in close. He sure as hell was going to initiate this since he already spent enough time the past few days waiting for something to happen on his job. It was a pain to have nothing to put effort into other than watching.

Jersey noses at his temple before pressing a soft kiss, sighing contently. "I'd prefer if you did something else besides from worry while I'm away," he remarks.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma laughs softly, grateful for the kiss. "You don't like being missed?" He teases back. "Don't worry. I had school to distract me. And the lab. And work. And my family. Plenty to do."

[the_deadeye]

"There's a difference being missed and being worried over," Jersey corrects. He rolls his eyes though the gesture is good natured. "Good to know that I'm easily forgotten."

[ambitious_muse]

"Oh, I missed you plenty," he says. "I promise. Especially in the evenings."

[the_deadeye]

"Hm I wonder what for," he teases. "What could I possibly have to offer in the evenings?"

[ambitious_muse]

"Dinner," he says without missing a beat. "Cmon, you cook better than anybody I know. And you even taught me how to cut down on kitchen fires."

[the_deadeye]

"So what I'm your personal chef now? That's not the worst thing I've ever been coerced into doing though so," he returns.

[ambitious_muse]

"We could do worse," Sigma agrees, stealing a kiss. "Yes. I missed you. Not just your cooking."

[the_deadeye]

"Hm well I could agree on that a hundred percent." Then he's pulling Sigma in closer to steal a much better kiss in his opinion, moving a hand to cradle the back of his neck as he drew it out as long as he was allowed. "Good. The feeling is mutual."

[ambitious_muse]

"Maybe it's okay to be missed once in awhile." Especially if it gets Jersey to kiss him like this. Sigma wouldn't ask Jersey not to leave--his boyfriend's job is too important to him--so he thoroughly enjoys their reunions instead. He slips his arms around his boyfriend's waist, helping close the space between them. His splayed fingers press against Jersey's bare back. Right. His boyfriend is shirtless. Blushing, Sigma kisses him even more eagerly.

[the_deadeye]

Jersey hums contently into the kiss, taking a small break away from Sigma before going back for a much more in depth one. His arm around the man's shoulder remains a steadying force to let his other hand roam down his back slowly, inching along each bump of his spine with a gentle touch. Definitely going to tease about how eager Sigma was about this. Always was after he returned from long missions and he wasn't going to exactly complain about it then let alone right now.

[ambitious_muse]

The touch at his spine makes him shiver. Grinning into the kiss, he lets his own hands wander Jersey's bare skin. Isn't he allowed to celebrate a little when his boyfriend comes home? Jersey certainly isn't complaining about the welcome, either, and he complains about almost everything.

[the_deadeye]

Yea he won't ever deny that he finds some reason to complain but this was one of many times that fell into special criteria that made it impossible. Jersey let's out a pleased noise at the continued kiss, shifting Sigma up with the help of his hand having made a firm hold on his backside, slipping the hand into the back pocket of Sigma's pants after making that move. He wasn't going to push things too far but he could definitely take his chance at making the student squeak once or twice before doing anything drastic.

[ambitious_muse]

Oh. Definitely not expecting that. Squeaking in surprise, he squirms so he's sitting up closer. One knee settles between Jersey's, not yet slipping between them but still offering.

[the_deadeye]

Yup, there's the squeak that he had been hoping for. Smirking briefly, Jersey breaks the kiss to duck his head down and press open mouthed kisses along Sigma's pulse, taking his time with each one before moving onto the next. He parts his legs at the inquiring knee and waits for him to settle before giving a small rock of his hips, wanting to see what exactly he had planned.

[ambitious_muse]

Those kisses on his neck make him shudder. What was he doing again? Right. Positioning himself so he's more or less draped across Jersey. He knows full well that he could get free if he wanted, but this position gives Sigma more freedom to let his hands wander up Jersey's chest.

[the_deadeye]

He brushes his lips along his throat before shifting his hands in order to tug up on the shirt that needed to have disappeared already, coaxing Sigma to shift for him to pull it off. Jersey kept to his word about how he was going to make things even between the two of them but he's already keyed on running his fingers down Sigma's chest slowly, taking his time to trace over every curve and dip. He knew almost every inch of his boyfriend but that didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt brushing up on his memory. However Jersey flashes a got toothy grin before hooking a finger into the front of the man's pants and giving a playful tug at them.

[ambitious_muse]

Sigma is perfectly content to let things be even. That shirt would have to go anyway. Once, he felt self-conscious having his shirt off around Jersey--he's far less muscular and has considerably fewer scars. His boyfriend is wonderfully appreciative of his body, though. Maybe it's not so bad to be a civilian.

Speaking of which, it seems that the shirt might not be the only thing to go. "Trying to find out exactly how much I missed you?" he teases.

[the_deadeye]

Jersey relents and gives a small shrug in order to maintain his teasing air. "Maybe. Am I not allowed to? What if I say please, hm?"

[ambitious_muse]

"Oh, you're allowed to," he says. "And I do like it when you ask nicely." Pressing his knee up between Jersey's thighs should help incentivize him.

[the_deadeye]

Jersey places a rather gentle kiss on his shoulder, being more than willing to drop the rest of his tough act for his boyfriend for now. Sigma deserved nice things after all and he wasn't going to take anything for granted. "May I remove them please?"