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Max is bored.
Senselessly bored. Deliriously bored. Hell, he's so bored he's using words with more than 4 syllables. It truly was a dark night.
He continued to flick through TV channels on their crappy, old and precariously balanced TV as if the 6th cycle of flicking would make something new and interesting appear.
He eventually admitted defeat, hanging upside down on their worn couch, which let out a creak in protest. He let his arms hang free, the tips of his ears touching the old wooden floor as he stared at Sam's now upside down desk.
Why wasn't Sam home already?
Sam had gone out with the commissioner. Something about catching up over friendly drinks from what Max could hear from the phone conversation. Max wrinkled his nose at the prospect.
Max enjoyed the occasional drink, but whenever the commissioner wanted to meet up for these bi-yearly get togethers, he'd always pick the most boring bar imaginable.
Sam seemed to like it. He was probably pretending to be a 1920s brooding detective catching a drink at his local speakeasy knowing him, the dork.
Sam was his dork though.
Only Max got to make fun of Sam for being a dork.
A cute dork with a nice smile and-
Focus.
In summary, Max loathed these bi-annual get togethers and more often than not found a way to skip them. He'd gotten especially creative this year as he'd explained his excuse to the commissioner over the phone. He was very in depth with his description of the tics. Not that he'd ever actually let tics have reign over his pristine white coat.
And so, Sam had left him to meet up with the commissioner, giving him a quick kiss goodbye before disappearing off in the Desoto.
Which had been 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ago.
Which lead to now, where Max was bored out his mind.
That, and he...missed Sam a little.
He'd never let Sam weasel that kind of thing out of him of course. The teasing would be insufferable. Not that he held back on sweet words with Sam. That'd gone out the window VERY quickly after becoming an item, however long ago that was.
No, Max only tended to tell Sam things like that when he was feeling especially tender (more often than he'd ever admit) or when he wanted to manipulate Sam into doing something.
Max glanced around their office at the various mementos and knick-knacks, beginning to feel increasingly like a forlorn wife waiting for her husband to return home from sea. Not that he and Sam were married.
...Hmm.
Note to self, get married to Sam.
Just as he was about to let his mind wander freely with this concept, he heard a car pull up outside.
Sam!
Max fell off the couch in his hurry, landing on his head before righting himself and running to peek out the window.
The unmistakable silhouette of Sam getting out of a cab greeted him, and Max immediately felt himself perk up.
Sam was back!
He watched as Sam make his way into the building, slightly wobbly on his feet.
As soon as Sam entered the building, he rushed back to wait in front of their office door.
(Okay, fine. He'd missed him a lot.)
It wasn't long before a familiar sillouette appeared in their frosted window.
The door opened with a click, as a very drunk Sam opened the door and stepped in. He leaned back his back against the door, sliding down slightly.
"Hi Sammy!"
Sam's ears perked as he looked down, blinking slowly as he seemed to register Max's existence.
"Max!"
Max was quickly scooped up into a bone crushing hug.
Max let out a surprised squeak, though he couldn't say he was upset at this development. Sam held him tightly, completely engulfing him in his arms while squishing his snout into the crook of Max's neck, his tail wagging at high velocity.
"You're awake!" Sam yelled, slightly slurred but very enthusiastic.
Ah, Sam really was drunk.
Sam was a very, very lovey dovey drunk. It made him even more affectionate than usual, which was saying something for Sam. Max found it both hilarious (as he'd told Sam) and absolutely adorable (something he hadn't told Sam...out loud).
" 'Course I am!" Max said, petting Sam on the back of the head on the spot he knew he liked. His bone crushing grip on Max only became tighter as his tail wagged even faster, something Max hadn't thought was possible.
Max continued to pet, amused at the sheer speed of Sams tail and thanking the lords above that they gave him a squishy enough body to withstand this hug assault. He didn't think he had the heart to tell Sam to loosen his grip, his sheer enthusiasm was honestly very cute right now.
"Gosh Sam, with this death grip, I'd almost think you missed me!" Max joked.
He'd expected a joke back, but instead Sam just nodded, burying his snout deeper into the crook of Max's neck and closing his eyes.
"Did miss you, cause I love you. Too many people at the bar tryin to talk to me, n' they weren't you. S'why I was so happy you were awake. Thought you'd have gone t'bed by now." Sam said, voice muffled from Max's fur.
Aaaaaand there went whatever pretense Max had of putting up a fight against going full sap mode.
Not that he ever won these kinds of fights when Sam was involved.
Max let out a purr, twisting to give a kiss the cheek of the big fat adorable head still shoved into the crook of his neck.
"I love you too, ya big lug. I missed you as well." He moved to give Sam an especially big scratch in that one sweet spot again.
At least, he was going too before his face was assaulted by dog licks and clumsy kisses.
"GAH! Sammy!" He giggled despite himself, trying in vain to swat Sam's face away. "Kisses only if you're so insistent, no licks ya overgrown hairball!"
Sam listened, hiding his face like a scolded puppy back in the crook of Max's neck.
"Um, sorry. Missed ya. Got excited." Sam said, seemingly embarrassed, tail sagging.
Max just rolled his eyes with a smile.
"Don't apologise you dolt, it's fine."
He let out an especially large purr, kissing Sam's cheek again. Just as Max had planned, Sam's embarrassment was quickly forgotten had his tail started up again.
Sam really was too easy to cheer up, especially when he was drunk.
"Now c'mon ya big lug, I'm getting tired of hovering in the air. Let's sit down and watch some TV."
Sam happily followed the order, moving over to the couch and plopping down before releasing Max onto his knee.
It seemed they'd gotten lucky. In the time Sam had spent gathering him into a bone crushing hug, a gory horror movie had come on the TV.
As Sam shed all his extra layers, his jacket, tie and hat being flung somewhere beside the couch, Max settled onto the edge of Sam's lap. He leaned forward toward the TV, getting comfy.
Sam it seemed however, wasn't comfy.
Sam squirmed, wrapping an arm around Max and manoeuvring the rabbit to rest back on his chest. Max simply shrugged internally, adjusting to the new position.
Finally, Sam relaxed. But not for long.
As the movie went on, every so often Sam would squirm, squishing Max more and more against him.
As he felt Sam begin to move for the umpteenth time, he was getting ready to voice his protest. At least he was, before he realised what Sam was doing.
The big dork was trying to get him closer to him. If that was even physically possible
By now, he was squished into the crook of Sam's arm, Sam's chest to his back. He kept his mouth shut, deciding to see just how far drunk affectionate Sam would take this. Mostly out of amusement, but he also couldn't deny the soft flutter in his chest when he'd realised what Sam was doing.
The answer to the question, was very far.
Before he knew it, Max was completely engulfed by 6 foot of very clingy dog.
Sam had pulled his legs up onto to the couch, crossing them and positioning Max in the center. His arms were completely wrapped around him like a flailing octopus, his head shoved between Max's ears where he would occasionally nuzzle into the fur there with a happy sigh.
This was...ridiculous
And undeniably...adorable.
All the while this was happening, there'd been a steady and soft 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘬 as Sam's tail had relentlessly battered their sofa cushions.
And so, it was here that Max found himself utterly and lovingly smothered.
As much as he was enjoying this, Max was also at threat of being squished to death.
"Alright, c'mon ya big lug, lemme move." Max pushed his way out of Sam's arms, hopping off onto the couch. Sam looked at him with distraught puppy dog eyes. Give him a second, geeze!
Max moved to the other side of the couch, resting his back against the armrest before patting his knees.
Sam got the message immediately, brightening as he flopped gracelessly onto the sofa, spreading himself out carelessly.
Sam rested his head in Max's lap, tail already wagging as Max began to pet behind his ears.
God, Sam was such an overgrown puppy.
At last, Sam seemed to find the position acceptable. He closed his eyes, nuzzling into Max's lap with a content huff.
That was more like it.
Unable to resist, he pet 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 spot. Sam's tongue quickly lolled out of his mouth as his left left began to kick aimlessly, Max holding back laugher.
Sam always got like this when he was drunk.
Sam had a tendency to hide his dog like traits. He found them embarrassing apparently. Max understood to some extent. Outside of Sammy, no one got to see Max purr, and those who did didn't live to tell the tale. Sam hid EVERYTHING though.
His tail wagging. That he liked to stick his head out of the car window on long drives. The fact that if you pet him just right on his adorable floppy ears, one of his legs would begin to kick aimlessly.
It was silly in Max's opinion. He got being embarrassed at a few things, but all of it? Why? All of it just made Sam more endearing in his opinion, personal bias notwithstanding.
It was why he loved seeing Sam with his guard down so much.
He finally stopped petting 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 spot, settling on one of the many other spots he knew Sam liked. Sam's eyes remained closed, a content smile on his face.
The movie continued on, Max absentmindedly petting Sam and occasionally playing with his ears. Sam took the attention gladly, leaning into the touch whenever Max's hand moved.
Max had been so engrossed in the movie he jumped slightly as Sam said his name.
"What's up Sammy?"
"Max you'll...sleep in my bed, won't ya?"
"Sam, you and I both know referring to that bed as 'yours' is essentially a lie at this point. I'm not even sure why we have my bunk anymore." Max joked, scratching Sam's head.
"So...yes?"
"Of course, Sammy."
"...good...missed you. Wanted to make sure" Sam finished, snuggling into Max's lap contently.
Max felt his heart melt a little.
Overgrown puppy.
Not that it mattered. By the movies end Sam had completely conked out, snores coming from him.
Max felt himself drifting off. He should go to bed, sleeping against the arm of the sofa was not going to treat his back well.
He glanced down at Sam, blissfully sleeping.
Who was he kidding, he couldn't bare to move him.
Max let sleep take him, cuddled up with his partner and happily giving into his fate of a sore back.