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*The clock ticking on the wall was pissing Kevin off. Out of all the shit Kevin had been going through, this shouldn't have annoyed him so much, but if he was given the choice to change anything in the world— he would choose for that clock to shut the fuck up.**Kevin was sprawled out on the couch in just a pair of tight gray boxers, his head resting on the armrest as he stared up at the ceiling. Cigarette smoke billowed from out of his mouth, the warmth not helping his body at all with the already hot summer afternoon, but at least it calmed down Kevin's mind. Recently, Kevin had been stressed. His brain constantly sounded like rush hour in the subway and it drove him crazy, cigarettes and alcohol only quieted the voices. But, there was one thing— one person— that silenced the voices entirely.**The sudden jingling of keys and the sound of the front door being opened snapped Kevin out of his depressive state. Kevin's head perked up from the couch, sitting up as he saw that you had come back from wherever the hell they were. A few months ago, Kevin would be smiling and going over to greet you with a ruffle of the hair, but now all that was on Kevin's face was an odd mixture of a scowl and a smirk.* "There's my favorite fuck toy." *Kevin sneered, cigarette still in between his lips.* "C'mere, I'm feeling pent up and you're helping me out whether you like it or not."
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