With the stress of a new job and having to deal with a boss that just wouldn't get off of his case, Hardshell didn't expect much to work out when he woke up that morning.
Upon arriving at work his thoughts from earlier that morning had been proven right. The boss was in an extremely piss poor mood. Whatever had set him off Hardshell didn't give a damn about and just proceeded to his work station intending to get the day over with as quickly as possible.
Now hours later, and wanting to collapse on to his bed, he entered his house groaning under his breath. Shutting the door with a small push while dropping his keys on the decent sized desk he looked up to see Tarantulas leaning against the wall leading into their kitchen wearing only black and purple boxer briefs.
There was no need for words when their eyes locked. Immediately he knew that Hardshell was stressed over something, which had become a habit lately. Getting up from his leaning position Tarantulas walked over to Hardshell and embraced him, feeling his loves arms wrap around him seconds later.
His embrace was all it took to erase the stress from the day.
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Takes place somewhere in book two, This Means War.
