Written for the Ship Til You Drop (Dean/Seamus)

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It has been a horrid day. He'd been at work since nine that morning, been lost in piles of paperwork, and all Dean wanted to do was crawl into bed and never get up again. And that's what he did. Coming home he threw off his jacket, kicked his shoes into a corner, and barely managed to undo his belt and slip his pants off his legs before dropping into his bed. He buried himself into his pillow, fiddling in search for the blankets that were tangled at his feet.

"You're home late." The voice was muffled into a pillow. Glancing over, he spotted mussy sandy blonde hair. Soft blue eyes watched him with a hint of amusement under the tired gaze. "How was work?"

"Sucked." Dean wrapped his arms around the male, pulling him into his chest. "Missed you though."

"Glad to hear." Seamus grinned, melding into Dean's chest. "Not the sucking part. The missing me part. That's good to hear."

Dean just chuckled in response, the action ruffling Seamus's hair against his nose. He pulled him closer, smiling as the stress fell away. "How was your day?"

"Alright." Seamus replied. "You eaten yet?"

"Not yet." Dean shrugged. "Will later."

Sitting up, Seamus grinned down at him. "You in the mood for chocolate cake?"

"Where did you get cake?" Dean asked, using his elbows to keep him upright.

"Hermione brought some into work." Was Seamus's response. "I stole a couple slices."

"Maybe later." Dean reached up, wrapping his arms around Seamus and pulling him back into the bed. Keeping his boyfriend pressed against his chest, Dean breathed in his scent. "Right now I just want to lay with you."