Touch me like you Mean it

Merry Christmas to you

A/N 

R-RATED.

This is a smut of 2wish. Don't read if you're disturbed by a few r-rated words and sex scenes.

Thank you.

To all of you who'd read, Merry Christmas. 

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The shooting ended around eleven-thirty and all Mean could do was drag himself to his car and drive it without falling asleep.

At the back of his head, he knew the nagging voice was resurfacing as he saw couples loitering around the city, holding hands, kissing here and there. The street lights so bright it made him squint once in a while.

It was Christmas.

Everyone was either back home or going home to their loved ones and here Mean was, going back to his condo. Alone.

He sighed, pushing every thought of his boyfriend at the back of his head because he didn't want to upset himself more.

He didn't want to be disappointed again by hearing that Plan was busy. With his friends. Family. Pets.

Everyone got a little bit of him. Everyday.

Only Mean didn't.

Mean had to wait days to get a hold of his own boyfriend.

Mean had to almost beg for a cuddle or a little bit more time together.

It was their first-ever relationship and they both were fumbling their ways through the hardships. Sometimes Mean felt like Plan didn't want to fight anymore.

Maybe he was thinking too much.

Maybe Plan was really busy. Mean couldn't really ask him to drop everything just to spend some time together, right?

With a shake of his head, Mean swivelled the car, the main gate of his building opening with a code. Mean drove inside.

He would call Plan.

Tomorrow.

When everything would be over.

When the Christmas eve would be over. So that he would not expect anything. Not be sad if Plan couldn't come over. Cause it won't be Christmas. Not anymore.

Eyes drooping and shoulders shagging, Mean walked into the building, pressing the button for the lift and getting in with a tired exhale.

He wished he could just go to Plan but he didn't want to make the older boy feel trapped. If the boy was out with his friends as he had said in the last message then maybe Mean should respect that.

The ping of the lift broke his trance. With a yawn, Mean walked out of the lift.

The door opened to welcome him in his cold, dark flat.

Mean sighed, closing the door behind him, he dropped everything on the sofa and walked towards the bedroom.

He had showered in the studio, so he'd just disrobe and go to sleep.

With that thought in his mind, he pushed the bedroom door open.

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