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It had been a long shift for both of the them at the ER and both were more than happy to finally be able to go home and get some much needed rest.
The day had been both physically and mentally exhausting and all they wanted to do was eat a quick dinner, shower and fall asleep in each others arm's.
They maneuvered through the piles of cardboard box's flooding the living room as they made their way to the kitchen. They had just recently moved in together and still had a bit of packing to do with not a lot of time to actually do it.
Dinner was a polished description of what they actually eat. Which was two quickly made turkey sandwiches using up all of the sandwich meat they had in the fridge.
They stood side by side leaning against the edge of the counter. Their shoulders pressed together while they eat with the only noise being from the radio sat on the counter playing the last channel they were listening to probably a week ago at this point.
Sometimes when they come home, they'll talk about the day they had (or day's depending on how long they worked.) But today wasn't one of those day's. Today was the kind of silent acknowledgment of all the stress they've went through is the last twelve hours. There wasn't much to be said.
They've barely seen much of each other today besides when the other was in bloody gowns or rushing to the next patient. So small moments like this, together in their kitchen, meant a lot more than they could typically express.
Doug pushed off the counter and turned to set his empty plate in the sink. It really only had a few crumbs on it, his sandwich only touched it for the hurried seconds it took him to make it. He scoffed it down so fast he didn't even set it back on the plate.
"I uh," Doug starts speaking first, "I guess I'm going to jump in the shower," Doug say's while clearing his throat. He turns his head to watch Mark's expression. Mark nodded to himself, his mouth was still full with the last bite of his sandwich. Doug waited while Mark set his plate down beside the sink and grabbed a near by paper towel to wipe his face as he swallowed.
"Go ahead. I'll take one after you,” Mark replied. Doug looked Mark up and down. He watched closely as Mark turned and, unlike Doug, rinsed his plate off and grabbed a rag to dry it.
Doug bit his lip, placing a hand on the sink right beside Mark he leaned a little into his space "wanna just join me?" He suggested. Mark turned with his eyebrows raised a bit. His eyes searched Doug's to see how serious he was.
"Uhh..." Mark hesitated. Turning to look down at the plate he was drying. He slowly placed it to the side. Mark fiddled with the rag in his hands, tilting his head side to side taking his time to consider. Doug just waited with a small smirk.
"Uhm, sure." Mark finally decided, the words sounding more casual than the feel of his heart pounding in his chest.
"Sweet. Come on then.” Doug took ahold of Mark's wrist, leading him out of the kitchen. Mark had to quickly extend his arm back to toss the rag onto the counter as he stumbled behind Doug with a nervous grin.
They stopped by the bedroom first, grabbing a change of clothes before they made it to the bathroom.
Mark balanced their clothes in his arms and while he placed them in a pile on top the sink Doug reached into the shower to turn the water on so it had time to heat up while they got undressed.
Mark slipped his shirt off after Doug had. His pant's were next which fell in sync with Doug's to the floor. But, then,Mark hesitated with his hand's on the waist band of his boxer shorts.
Doug dropped his shamelessly and Mark instantly adverted his gaze away, face turning a light pink.
"Something wrong, Mark?" Doug noticed Mark's pause and turned to face him. Mark's eyes were pointed very intentionally towards the ceiling.
"It's just...we haven't exactly...seen each other naked before," Mark mutters a bit flustered. Doug tilts his head "sure we have. A few times in fact." Mark closes his eyes "yeah but- This is different," Mark huff's, fingers flipping the band of his underwear over and over.
This is different, Doug's aware of that. Before, every time they saw each other naked was by accident. This was their first time seeing each other naked as an official couple and it won't just be a quick accidental flash.
Doug softens "we can take separate showers if you want," Doug offers. Mark considers it before his shoulders drop "no, no. I just..." he opens his eyes, blinking a few times as his eyes go to Doug's face. They don't go any lower. "Just getting used to it. You know?" That this was his reality now. He can see Doug Ross naked and vis versa.
"Well, I'm not going to rush you. But I think it's your turn there, mister,” Doug pointed out. Mark chuckled a little, "yeah, yeah."
Mark slipped his thumbs into his underwear and shoved them down past his hips. He kicked the clothes closer to the hamper to be picked up later or whenever laundry day rolled around.
Mark expected to feel eyes roaming over his body the second the cloth was gone. But he didn't and when he turned around, Doug was just smiling at him.
"Come on. The waters warm now,” Doug urged after holding his palm out under the spray. Mark removed his glasses and set them onto the counter. Doug stepped in first, walking under the water and stepping aside to make room for Mark who stepped in after him.
They stood next to each other, the water spraying onto them from the side. It was a bit awkward at first. The shower wasn't small but it wasn't big either. For them to both be under the water it had just enough room for the two of them with only a few inches of space between them
Mark closed his eyes and turned more towards the welcoming stream, it was warm and comforting where it rained onto him, sinking into his skin and relaxing the over worked muscles from his long shift. Mark sighed, allowing himself to decompress. When he faintly heard a similar breath of relief from beside him he knew Doug was doing the same thing and Mark smiled to himself a little.
The two stayed like that for a bit. Enjoying the warmth as the water soothed away all the gunk and grime from their bodies.
"This is nice," Doug commented contently. Mark looked over at Doug. He had his chin up a bit, letting the water spray onto his chest "yeah, it really is,” Mark agreed.
Doug turned to Mark and leaned into his space a little. Mark tensed a bit but when Doug cupped his cheek he leaned into the touch and they shared a soft kiss.
“I'm so glad we can do this." Doug smiled, Mark tilted his head "shower together?" Mark questioned. Doug chuckled, softly caressing Mark's cheek. "That too," Doug hummed.
"Be together. Especially after the rough shifts," Doug explained. Mark melted saying; "yeah. Im glad too." Mark initiated the kiss this time, placing a hand on the side of Doug's neck.
"Let's get washed up so we can go to bed, yeah?" Doug said when they finally pulled away from each other. Mark agreee, "yeah, let's do that."
They maneuvered in a way where they could rotate under the water. Taking turn's washing themselves with shampoo and conditioner.
When they switched spots again Doug was under the water. Mark stood on the other side of the shower, starting to lather the body wash on himself. He hadn't had time to restock on his own bathroom essentials since the move, so he was using Doug's body wash.
As Mark started to rub the loofa across his body, he couldn't help but be distracted by the movement in the corner of his eye. His hand slowed to a stop where it swept across his chest. He couldn't help but follow where his curious gaze took him.
Doug stood with his back to Mark, letting the water spray his front. The soap on his back streaked down the muscles with water droplets leading the way. Mark became hypnotized watching the soap covered figure move as Doug washed the front of his body.
Doug suddenly turned to let the water wash away the soap on his back and Mark's breath hitched.
Doug's skin still had traces of soap that he had missed when rinsing off. His chest was well defined, Mark couldn't help but image running his palms against the flesh. Doug wiped at his skin to help the water and Mark's eyes followed movement. Specifically a soapy drop of water that started at a resting point on Doug's collar bone and started falling almost in slow morion down his chest, making a path on his stomach and surpassing his hip-
"Mark?" Mark's eyes snapped up to Doug's, they were staring back at his with a pleased twinkle. Mark immediately look's away at being caught, his face now burning hot.
“Oh uhm- s-sorry I uh..." Mark stutters. He quickly resumes washing himself, pretending to be occupied running the loofa up his arms.
"You can stare, Mark," Doug assured. Voice a bit lower now.
Mark blinked a few times before looking over at Doug. He was smiling, his own eyes looked Mark up and down in one fine swoop. Mark swallowed the lump in his throat and looked away again. Unable to speak, he just nodded, resuming scrubbing at his skin as a much better distraction than staring back at naked Doug Ross standing just a few feet away.
"Mark..." Doug said slowly. "Hm?" Mark looked up, tucking his lip and pretending like blood wasn't rushing to his ears. "C'mere." Doug held a hand out and did a little grabby motion until Mark awkwardly shuffled towards him.
When Mark was close enough, Doug grabbed his arm and moved him to stand under the water beside him again. Mark stared at Doug confused when he just resumed washing himself.
Doug noticed Mark's confusion and cocked a brow before he explained himself, “you were reapplying soap to the same area. Figured you were done." Doug shrugged. "Oh." Mark looked down and realized he had in fact already soaped up all of his body at this point.
Mark stared ahead and focused on rinsing his body just like he had the plate, running his hand along his skin guiding the soap away. It was a little hard to focus however when Doug was standing directly beside him, their elbows threatening to bump with each movement they made.
Most of the soap was already washed away. Doug was now just letting the water run on him again. Mark stared at his body with his heart pounding in his throat. Doug raised a hand to run it over the top of his head. Mark's eyes went up Doug's side, up his armpit and bicep and down his forearm to his head and inevitably his eyes met Doug's again.
At first Mark tensed. Ready to step back. But Doug smiled at him, cheeks crinkling the corners of his eyes. Then, he saw those same eyes drop down to Mark's body. That's when Mark remembered; "you can stare, Mark."
Mark did just that. He stared. His eyes fell back down to Doug's wet body. It was a little weird. Feeling Doug's eyes on him while he stared right back at him.
A part of Mark wanted to cover up. To wrap a towel around himself and bolt for it. He doesn't usually feel that so strongly. But Doug's gaze burned into him. The only way Mark was preventing himself from booking it was by keeping himself busy taking in Doug's astonishing physic.
From his strong upper body. His toned arms and legs. And finally, Mark allows his eyes to settle on something he's been trying to keep his vision away from. In respect of Doug and to keep himself in line.
Doug Ross's dick.
Mark's seen it before. But now, he's looking at it, like, really looking at it and Doug is looking at his and he knows this because he can see Doug's give a little twitch, beginning the tumescence phase.
Doug's about average length, but he's a bit on the thicker side. It hangs between his thighs taking up a considerable about of space. Mark can see the beginning stages of arousal, the way the head start's to swell and how it's sort of rising.
Mark feels his stomach flip and he realizes; shit, his own dick is starting to get hard and a lot quicker than Doug's was.
Doug's hand comes around to wrap around his own length. Mark warily look's up. Doug was staring at him. He was making sure he was watching him too.
"You can stare, Mark."
Doug's eyes drop down and so do Mark's.
Doug does one slow stroke and he groans quietly, his dick becoming more sensitive. He stroked himself a few more times. Mark watched wide eyed as Doug started hardening in his hand. Mark's own dick was filling rapidly at the sight, almost mimicking what it was seeing.
"Touch yourself." It takes Mark a few seconds to realize Doug had said anything. He looks up quickly, unsure if he heard him correctly. "Wh-what?" Mark said dumbly. Doug bit his lip, suppressing a noise as he started to get a rhythm with his hand going.
"I wanna watch you...as you touch yourself," Doug clarified slowly.
If all the blood from his head wasn't rushing to his dick before, then it definitely was now, the intensity of it making Mark feel dizzy.
”I uh...yeah, okay,” Mark breathed in. He flexed his hands a few times at his sides. Hesitant. He forced his gaze to stay on Doug still working at his own cock, which was fully hard at this point. The top becoming a little dark and glossy with pre cum and fuck-
Mark breathed out when he finally got his hand around his swollen dick. The water gave a decent amount of slick for him to start moving his hand fairly quickly. He matched pace with Doug's hand. When Doug noticed this he picked up in speed slightly, smiling when Mark adjusted his speed to be the same.
"Fuck..." Mark breathed. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He was actually stroking himself while watching Doug stroke himself.
"That's it...atta boy. Keep at it," Doug panted, leaning against the wall behind him. Mark whined, hips bucking into his hand. Doug smirked, his canines glistening in sight.
"Liking what you see?" Doug ask's, grunting under his breath as he worked at his cock. All Mark could do was nod a little, eyes trained on Doug's thick fingers wrapped around his cock. His thumb swiping across his tip and causing him to groan deeper.
Mark's imaged scenarios like this hundreds of times. He's caught himself more than once day dreaming about Doug Ross's dick. Sometimes, when he'd show up at Doug's late at night, Doug would be in his boxer's and Mark could faintly catch print of the size. He always forced his eyes away, but it left him wondering what it would look like.
Mark has fantasized about how Doug would touch himself, how tight he'd grip himself and how fast he stroke.
Now, standing across from the man, all his questions were being answered. Mark examined every little calculated movement Doug made. From the twist of his hand and the way he angled his wrist, how he slightly spread his fingers. Pre cum rolled down the side joining Doug's hand and Mark had the sudden urge to drop to his knee's and see what it tasted like.
Mark squeezed the base of his own cock and a high pitched desperate noise slipped past his lips against his will. He immediately snapped his jaw shut, his eyes following as he took heavy breathes to try and get ahold of himself and his scrambling thoughts.
"Hey. Open your eyes," Doug ordered. Mark did so just a few second's later when he actually felt like he could breathe normally again, eyes creaking open to stare at Doug. "You- you keep your focus on me, alright? Just relax and enjoy yourself." Mark's eyes flicked back down, mouth hanging open a little as he hesitated.
"You don't have to be silent. I wanna hear you, Mark. I wanna- wanna hear every little noise you make as you get closer. Understood?" Doug asked. Mark let a quiet noise slip free and nodded, causing Doug to smile, hip's jerking forwards a bit. "That's it, just like that, baby." The pet name makes another embarrassing whine pull from Mark.
Mark slowly leaned back until his back rested against the wall for support, his legs were shaking so much he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself up.
Doug's grunt's and Marks whimper's bounce off each other like a game of ping pong. Doug rolls his hips methodically into his twisting hand at a steady pace, his shoulder work's in an almost hypnotic circular motion.
Mark is a bit more erratic, his hips bucking needily, his hand squeezing around himself while he struggles to maintain a constant motion. He's never felt like this, this kind of powerless at the hands on another person. Doug's eyes on him make him feel like he's on fire, the warm water running down on him adding to the sensation's.
Mark's jerked off to the image of Doug before, but actually having Doug in front of him made Mark feel like a complete wreck, he could barely contain himself. He felt like it was his first time flipping through a skin magazine all over again but on a completely new level.
"Fuck- Doug!" Doug's name falls from Mark's mouth abruptly, Mark doesn't even realize it until he see's the rhythm of Doug's hand waver. Mark doesn't even realize it's probably the first time he's properly moaned Doug's name in front of him.
"Mark..." Doug breathes, hand tightening around the base of his cock for a second before he continues stroking, a little slower this time. It's the first time Mark's seen Doug's composure break since they started.
"Doug," Mark echoed, sounding gut wrenched. Doug let out a deep groan that vibrated across the small space and sent shiver's down Mark's spine straight to his cock. "You- shit, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?" Doug asked with a dry chuckle, taking his bottom lip into his mouth.
"G-good...?" Mark ask's worriedly. Doug's eyes latch onto his and for a few halted breathes it's just the two staring into each other's eyes. "Yeah, Mark," Doug smirks "very good." Mark brightens back up instantly, his dick twitches in his hand and he moans quietly in response. It doesn't go unnoticed, Doug tucks it away for later.
"Say it again," Doug say's, it's not an order so much as a plea. Mark's eyebrows knit together with confusion. "S-say...what?" The answer should be obvious, but Mark mind is too muddled by pleasure, the little praise Doug threw his way had derailed his train of thought that easily.
"My name. I-I wanna hear you moan my name again. Over and over. Wanna- wanna hear you cry out for me," Doug growls, possessiveness dripping into each word. Mark's dick pulses with need, he doesn't hold back. Moan's, "Doug." Loudly.
"Yeah- just like that- fuck. Good boy." The nick name slips out and Mark whimpers a desperate, "Doug." And Doug respond's breathy, "Mark."
Doug's eyes examine Mark's face, the way it pinches with pleasure in a similar way it does when he's trying really hard to focus. How his lips move around Doug's name wedged between whimper's that make Doug's balls throb.
"Oh! Fuck- Mark." Doug starts fucking his fist, he's barely moving his arm now, just keeping his hand tightly wrapped in one spot while his hips surge forwards into it. "Doug," Mark say's his name like he's begging. Doug tightens his hand and holds himself back from lunging across the short space between them.
They go back and forth, moaning each other's name just loud enough to be heard over the shower spray. Their eyes locked on each other, they're not even staring at each other's dick's anymore, they've been forgotten to nothing but obscene noises just out of sight.
Mark feels exposed in a way past nudity under Doug's stare. He takes in every ethereal detail of Doug's face like this, burning the sight into his brain so he never forgets the focus of deep warm eyes studying his every move or the hoarse grunts with Doug’s canines sunk into his bottom lip, only letting go to say Mark's name.
"Doug...Doug I- oh fuck," Mark gasp's, his breathing catches before its picking up with the speed of his stomach tightening in a familiar warning. "Doug I-I'm- fuck, please. I'm-" Mark gasps. Doug nods without Mark even needing to tell him. "I know- fuck. Yeah, I know, baby."
Doug could also feel himself getting closer to the edge, the noises and facial expressions Mark was making were only speeding things along a lot quicker than what Doug would usually last.
"Fuck- fuck just- look at you, Mark. So...so gorgeous." The flattery makes Mark's senses burn impossibly hotter, he whimpers at the pure raw sensations that seem to encase around his entire being. "Doug- Doug- please, please. I-I gotta- I need..." Mark couldn't even get the words out but he trusted Doug to understand him.
"I'm right here, baby. I'm-I'm with you. You're doing so well, that's it- keep going," Doug rambles, the sight of Mark right now looks absolutely beautiful. Stroking his cock while pre cum flows down onto his hand, barely able to hold his eyes open from the pleasure but unable to let himself look away from Doug.
"Come on. You can do it, Mark. Make a mess all over this shower floor, show me how I make you feel," Doug grunts, quickening his strokes while he chased his own climax. "Do it for me, Mark. Wanna-wanna see you lose it," Doug encourages. Pulse hammering in his throat threatening to choke him.
Doug see's the exact moment Mark tips over the edge. His eyes finally shut, unable to hold them open as his orgasm rushes through him in a blissful eruption.
Doug takes in the way Mark drops his head back, the angle at which Mark's back arches away from the wall. Doug starts to pant like he's sprinting, racing towards his own finish, mirroring the way Mark's mouth hangs open, the last thing on Mark's tongue is some wrecked version of Doug's name as he spills hot come onto the shower floor digging it's way under Doug's skin and lighting him up on fire.
The unforgettable sight is all it takes to finally push Doug over the edge. With just a few more tug's, he chokes on Mark's name and then his knee's threaten to buckle with the force that he comes into his hand.
The majority of the semen swirls down the drain with the path of the water before either of them can even open their eyes.
They take a few mitch matched breathes while they recover. Doug's the first to open his eyes, he looks across the shower and lets his eyes roam Mark's body, from the red slowly retreating from his chest and back to his face, to the way his dick gradually softens and the way his thigh's shake.
Doug can sense when Mark's eyes open and his eyes jump up to meet them.
"Come- c'mere." Doug holds an arm out and does a "come here" motion with his hand until Mark pushes off the wall and takes the shaky step towards him.
Doug stands up straighter and meets Mark halfway, wrapping an arm's around his waist and pulling their bodies flush together, Mark stumbles a little and steadies himself by grabbing Doug's shoulders, deciding to just leave his hands there because he doesn't trust himself to stand on his own.
"Shit, that was intense," Doug murmur's, cupping Mark's face and pulling him in for a deep kiss like he's starving for it. Mark hum's contently into the kiss.
They pull away from the kiss but remain close, just holding each other. Doug swipes his thumb across Mark's bottom lip, tracing the edge and following the dip below it that rounds over his chin, he travels his way up his jaw to the top of his cheek and then smoothes the pad of his thumb over Mark's brow bone.
"Good?" Mark whisper’s, leaning his head up into Doug's hand. Doug smiles, rubs his hand down the side of Mark's face until he rest's it on his cheek. "Yeah, Mark. Real good," he confirms. Mark smiles, responding, "it really was."
Mark slides his hands up to hold under Doug's jaw and leans forwards to kiss him, letting his fingers slip back into the nap of his neck to trace invisible details into the flat area of skin.
Doug slip's his tongue into Mark's mouth. It wasn't intense or heated. It was simply a longing for closeness. It was a slow and sloppy make out, occasionally they pulled away to gasp or just kiss regularly before their tongues were pulled back together like magnets.
"I love you," Doug murmured against Mark's lips. Mark’s smile widened. "I love you too." Mark kissed back. They really needed this after the day they had, just their hands slowly running along each other’s bodies, just their lips moving against each other softly, just shared slow breathes, just each other.
When everything is calm and the water has rinsed them again, Doug turns the water off and they step out one after the other.
Mark went to walk away but Doug pulled him back "wait, wait, wait," he repeated, Mark rolled his eyes but went willingly with a cocked brow. Doug holds Mark's waist and pulls him in for yet another kiss, Mark leans in and tilts his head slightly. Doug's attempts to elongate the kiss by pulling Mark closer and cupping the back of his neck fail when Mark pushes at his chest gently.
"Mm- hm- D-Doug," Mark mumbles through smushed lips. Doug pulls back reluctantly. "What?" He pouts, Mark can't help but smile as he says, "come on, we gotta get dressed."
They dry off together and when they finish Doug grabs both ends of his towel, when Mark is distracted pulling on his boxer's and digging for his pajamas in the pile of clothes he had carelessly dumped onto the counter, Doug spreads his arm's out wide, opening the towel up and then he quickly wrap's it around Mark's body from behind, pinning his arms to his chest and making him drop his pant's as Doug pulls him to his chest.
"Hey!" Mark snap's, but it's no use when Doug can hear the smile spreading across his face. "Let me go!" Mark wiggles side to side, no avail. "Nope! I gotcha now," Doug giggles evily and lift's the taller man off the floor some, making his leg's fold up, he shriek's, "Doug!"
Doug lowered him just long enough to spin Mark around, bend down and wrap his arm's around Mark's hips so he could lift him off the floor and set him on the counter. Mark's legs open allowing Doug to slot himself between them.
"You're insufferable," Mark say's while wrapping his arm's around Doug's shoulder's. "You didn't seem to think so a minute ago." Doug wink's and Mark huff's, silencing Doug's teasing by pulling him in for another tender kiss.
they pull back and Doug grabs Mark’s glasses off the counter and slots them onto Mark’s face for him, sealing the action with a soft peck to his lips.
"Can I get dressed now?" Mark ask's tiredly but still affectionately. Doug hum's as if considering the thought despite it being clear his only goal was not getting dressed. "After a few more kisses," Doug pretends to decide, inclining forwards to capture Mark's lips in another kiss.
"We can kiss in bed!" Mark's words get muffled against Doug's opening and closing lip's working against his. Mark gives in and lets himself be apart of the kiss, Doug's arms slithering around him even tighter. "Wan' kisses now," Doug grumbles while still focused on smooching.
They finally pull away and Doug's face is smug and Mark's is flushed but unimpressed.
"Thank you," Doug say's, sharp smirk shifting into something softer. "For what?" Mark's ask's, Doug shrug's, unsure how to articulate the fluttering in his chest. He can only say, "just for everything." Mark smiles, somehow he understands. “Thank you,” Mark says and everything feel's complete.
A yawn interrupts the soft moment and Doug smiles. "Okay, okay. Now you can get your clothes on," he say's, peeling himself away from Mark and letting him slip off the sink.
When the two finally made it to the bed it took only a matter of second's for them to become tangled in each other. Doug pulled the covers over them one handed and asked, "now, where are my promised kisses, huh?"
Mark giggled and leaned forward's, holding Doug's face in his hands so he could angle it how he needed it, he nearly pushed Doug on his back with the force of his kiss. Doug hummed pleasantly, closing his eyes and retaliating the kiss with just as much energy.
They kissed over and over, the initial heat died down into soft press of lips and eventually ended with just staring into each other eyes, their noses and lips still brushing each other with their closeness.
"There-” Mark pulled back and asked, "that satisfy you?"
"Nope," Doug said. Mark's face fell in slight confusion, it was gone in a flash when Doug quickly pecked Mark's lips one last time before pulling back and laying down. "Now I am," Doug said with a self satisfied grin.
Mark shook his head adoringly and snuggled against Doug's chest, tucking his face into the front of his neck while using Doug's bicep as a pillow.
Doug didn't move while letting the lanky man get into a comfortable position, hooking their legs together and wiggling.
"Cozy?" Doug asked when Mark finally settled with a content sigh. "Mhm," Mark hummed lastly wrapping his arm's around Doug's middle. Doug looked down to press a kiss to the top of Mark's head. "Good. Now get some rest," he said tightening his arm's around Mark. "Goodnight, Doug," Mark said. Doug replied, "goodnight, Mark."
It didn't take long for them to start dozing off. Their day had exhausted them and their fun in the shower gave their bodies the wind down time to catch up with everything and settle together like this.
As Mark started slipping into unconsciousness he could feel the warmth spreading through his chest with every heart beat. Just as he was crossing the threshold into sleep he slurred out the words, "I love you." Staying awake just long enough to hear Doug say back, "I love you too." Before unconsciousness consumed him.
Tomorrow they'd have to get up and go back to work, their day wouldn't be as long as today was in terms of hours at least. But for now they were still going to cherish every moment they got together.
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