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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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"By all means."

Jersey does seem the jealous type. It's not like Sigma telling him off would stop him. Besides, he likes this promise of devotion from his boyfriend.

"I'm glad you do. Surprises add a nice variety," he says, keeping up the motion.

Jersey would fight for Sigma more than he would've done for any other before him because the poor guy had already been through enough. The last thing that he needed was for his boyfriend to not be able to make assholes step off and know better than to try and steal him away.

He gives a pleased noise at the continued touches, nuzzling affectionately into the crook of Sigma's neck. "It most certainly does. Glad you know to do that."

Sigma is sick of being stolen. He would much rather stay where he knows he belongs. Right now, that's with Jersey.

"I know what you like," he points out. "You're good at letting me know." It's exactly what he's doing now, and Sigma quite enjoys it.

At least him and Jersey would agree on the stolen issue. He shifts in order to make certain that the other man was comfortable on the couch, kind of glad that it was already proven before that it can handle the both of them and whatever they got up to.

"I know you do. It was rather evident just a bit ago, Squeaks," Jersey teases softly, ducking down press kisses along Sigma's pulse. "Besides same can be said of you. You can be rather vocal at times."

He would hum indignantly at the nickname, but he's too busy gasping softly at the kisses. Yes, definitely comfortable on the couch. Especially with Jersey with him.

"Regular symphony, you and me," he teases back. "Do you think the neighbors appreciate it?"

Enjoying those soft gasps, Jersey laughs softly before gently nipping where he had kissed and soothing each one with a brush of his tongue. He didn't have plans on doing anything further but there wasn't any issues drawing out more noises such as these.

"Haven't gotten a noise complaint yet," he muses. "Maybe need to make it a tad more extravagant. That or they might just enjoy the noises after all."

"Voyeurs, all of them," he says. "Or they had three days to forget."

Not that it's Jersey's fault necessarily, but they were three terribly long days. Everyone will know his boyfriend is back, judging by the marks. Let them. Sigma squeaks softly at the bites and grins.

"Fair enough." Jersey hums contently before nuzzling against the faint marks. They would be gone in a day or so but definitely be a way of saying that his claim was still enacted on the college student regardless of his brief absence.

"Missed those squeaks."

"Missed all of you," he counters. He runs a hand along Jersey's shoulder blade, trailing up to his shoulders. "You do know how to make me squeak."

"I missed you too," he returns, rubbing his thumb in gentle circles on the small of his back. "I suppose I do. Just trying to be useful."

"You are," he promises. "And not just to me. Work went well, right?"

Jersey's so tense. A back rub might be in order, he thinks.

"Yea, yea it did," he reassures. "Everything is good especially right now."

"It feels good," he agrees. "But if you're feeling tense, let me know and I can help." He trails his fingers up the crest of Jersey's shoulder in a quiet promise.

Jersey chuckles lowly, carding his fingers through Sigma's hair. "Oh trust me I know you can. This is perfect enough already though so no thank you."

"It is good," he agrees, kissing Jersey's jaw. He won't complain if he doesn't have to move.

"Hm might be able to convince me to make dinner after everything," he teases. "Though take out is sounding more tempting. Less having to move around. Maybe even cart you off to the bedroom and bring it to you."

"Well, if you put it that way, how could I complain about takeout?" He's missed Jersey's cooking (and spending time in the kitchen with his boyfriend), but being bundled up with his boyfriend for several hours sounds even better.

Spending time together in the kitchen usually results in Jersey paying more attention to Sigma than the food but he always manages to salvage the situation in the end. The other man deserved to be pampered after being away.

So he's slipping off the couch before picking up Sigma bridal style to carry him off to the bedroom. "Can do."

He shouldn't be surprised when Jersey picks him up, but yes, he does squeak. Blushing, he hides his face in his boyfriend's neck.

"What? Didn't think I was going to do it," he teases. Someone might be a touch cocky at the moment thanks the squeak.

"Not yet," he teases. "Clearly I underestimated how hungry you are."

Jersey doesn't always move fast. He's more purposeful. And Sigma loves that about him, surprises and all.

"Hungry is one possibility," he teases. "Besides the bed is more comfortable. Can't be wrong about that, eh Squeaks?"

Sigma nibbles his earlobe for that one.

"Thought as much," he hums contently. Sigma is deposited onto the bed and a kiss is stolen before he throws the blankets over him with a smirk. Then it's off to make the call for food.

The kiss is over far too quickly, but he doesn't complain. Food is on its way, and knowing Jersey's tastes, it'll be worth the brief separation. Sigma burrows under the blankets to wait for him.

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