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Abel threw his backpack onto the the counter of Fighters Coffee and slammed his head against the wooden surface. Praxis, interrupted from his work of cleaning said counter, looked at the arrival and rolled his eyes.
“Cain, your boyfriend’s here!” he called, tossing the rag into a bin to wash take it to the wash. Can walked out from the back, “accidentally” bumping Praxis on his way in.
“Hey sweet heart,” he greeted, only to be pulled in by his apron, Abel finding his lips in a hard kiss. “Well ok hello to you. You look like shit.”
“Yes thank you Cain,” Abel bit, eyes narrowed. His face was covered in grease and smudges and he had dark circles under his eyes.
A nod to Deimos and Cain was pulling off his apron, grabbing a couple cups of coffee, and pulling his boyfriend over to a booth. The blonde sipped his coffee and curled up against Cain, letting out a long sigh and releasing tension from his shoulders.
“School was hell, they brought in a car that wasn’t even that bad, minor repairs at most, but for so reason, no one wanted to help me fix the damn thing. Phobos literally would not help at all. He didn’t want to get messy. What the fuck? Why go to school for mechanics then? And I couldn’t finish my assignment last night because my dad spent hours bitching about how I should have been a doctor, lawyer, or some other job like that because that’s what he wants,” Abel rambled on until he felt better. Cain took pity on his boyfriend, kissed the top of his head lightly.
“Know what’ll make you feel better?”
“Hmm?”
“Netflix, hot chocolate, and cookies. And a night away from your place,” Cain cooed, gently rubbing his arm.
Abel groaned and nodded, then looked up at the short man working the counter.
“Deimos?” he asked, head cocked.
“He’s spending the night at Ethos’s place,” he murmured “Just you, me, junk food, and whatever you wanna watch princess.”
When they got to Cain and Deimos’s modest apartment, Abel made himself at home on the couch, grabbing the blanket to curl up with. The raven haired man watched him get settled before he went into the kitchen, taking pre-homemade cookie dough out of the freeze to get into the oven. Every thing he made to comfort his boyfriend was from scratch, although he would deny it to anyone else.
Cookies and hot chocolate made and movies decided, the couple curled up under the blankets together, pressed close. They sipped their drinks and nibbled their cookies, staying close until Abel drifted off to sleep. Cain carried his tiny boyfriend to his bed, tucking him into the blankets and kissing his head.
“Night, sweetheart” he mused as he crawled into bed with his lovely boyfriend