@ghostsxagain sent -> 'shivers' for tuck's reaction to mars trailing his fingers down tuck's spine.
Football season is over, and they've settled into their apartment together. Things are nice and blissful, perfect, even, but Mars likes to remind him that times won't always be so easy. Still, Tuck can't find a reason to complain, even after the ordeal with the hospitalization. He'll have Mars anyway he can take him, thank you.
Sitting beside one another on the sofa, it's easy to fall into a casual silence. They're both working on something, each one deep in their own thoughts for one reason or another, though you can practically hear the the gears turning in Tuck's head as he stares down at his work, tongue poked out through his lips and brow furrowed in thought.
The only thing in the world that could pull him from his ocean of thoughts right now is the physical touch of his husband, and it's as if Mars knows he needs to reach out and save Tuck from drowning. The feeling of fingers at his spine sends his back up straight, and — immediately — Tuck is grinning that thousand watt smile. He folds his book closed over pencil and paper and sets it aside to lean into the touch, wrap his arms around Mars, practically mash him against the sofa. "That tickled!"
