Landon is in his dimmed bedroom, laid in bed and trying to relax after a stressful day. His jeans is discarded beside the bed, muscular arms crossed over his chest as he lies stiff as a board in bed. His eyes are shut, but he isn’t sleeping.

He’s a bit startled when he hears the door to his bedroom open, eyes snapping open and turning his head to see who the hell just walked in without knocking. He’s not surprised when he sees his boyfriend, Guest, waltzing in like he owns the place.

Guest grins, shutting the door a bit too harshly behind him and rushing over towards Landon. He flops down on top of his boyfriend, nuzzling his face into the other’s chest and sliding his warm hands under the man’s long sleeve, compression shirt.

The Brit grumbles, rolling his eyes. He’s clearly in a mood, wanted to have a few hours to himself, but his partner had other plans. He’s obviously not gonna kick the guy off of him, but he’s hoping Guest doesn’t get too handsy.