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(PT1) 2 hours

A/N:

this chapter is gonna be a 2 part because it would've been liek super long if i didnt ;-;

plot is inspired by an audio from Jess asmr (i got it from a spotify playlist)

otherwise, enjoy reading :} this might b one of my favs, jus considering their dynamic

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Tristyn's eyes blinked open as he awoke from his nap, his body stiff from the couch he laid. The throw pillow he held had a small stain of saliva that fell from his mouth, in addition to the print it left on the side of his arm and face. He didn't care about that though, his mind still half asleep.

Just as he looked back up at the darkness outside, he heard the front door open just right by his head.

"Honey, I'm home!" said a voice.

"Hey babe," he muttered, his voice raspy. Tristyn turned his head away from the light as it came in, squinting to see a man standing in the doorframe. "You're late," he jokingly remarked.

"I've been busy." the man retorted. His brown hair was disheveled from the wind, and his face was slightly worn and tired. "You didn't have to wait up for me, you know."

"Mmmicah..."

Tristyn reached his arms up at the smaller man as he set his bag down, before he smacked them away lightly.

"Ah-ah. I'm still icky from the hospital. I need a shower."

"Mmm..." Tristyn's face twisted as he felt his hand, finding the skin slightly sticky and dirty. "Ugh, really?"

"What can I say, some patients have a tendency to... puke their guts out. I'm surprised you can't smell it on me."

"Ughhhh, Micah!" Tristyn covered his face in disgust. "That's nasty!"

Micah chuckled, before he walked over and pecked Tristyn's forehead. Just as his head rose back up, he noticed a bottle of body wash on the counter, along with some other miscellaneous items in a thin, plastic bag.

"Aww babe, did you buy that just for me?" Micah grinned as he rummaged through the bag.

"Nnnnnnnnooooo... Huh?" Tristyn yawned and looked up at the counter.

"No?..." Micah asked, looking at the bottle, then back at the man on the couch. "Liar. You don't smell like this."

Tristyn sniffed himself.

"Huh... I guess you're right."

"You don't have to get all romantic and pretty for me, Trissy," Micah smiled, running his hand through Tristyn's hair. "I'll be back in a few."

He watched as Micah went off towards the bathroom. He was a small man, not much shorter than himself, and his body was slim and fit, with his blue scrubs doing very little to hide that. His brown hair was shaggy and wavy, but he kept it tied back and hidden under a beanie, as it was part of the hospital's dress code.

"I'm not getting pretty for you," Tristyn retorted. "It's for me.. yeah."

"Sure, whatever you say," Micah teased as he disappeared behind the bathroom door.

As the water turned on and the sounds of Micah undressing echoed in the bathroom, Tristyn got up from the couch and stretched his back. He could hear the bones in his body pop as he did so, and as he took his first few steps, he could feel a soreness in his hips and thighs.