Ship: Joe/Andy
Words: 181

On the fifth day of Christmas...

I'm exhausted. That's all I can say. I'm absolutely exhausted and I feel like falling asleep.

Thankfully, Joe is here for that.

We spent most of the day opening presents with Pete and Patrick but they're long gone, home to fuck each other or something.

Nope, I'm home alone with Joe now, so we can spend our own time together but in all honesty, I'm too tired to have sex (which he'd probably ask for).

"Andy, are you alright?" Joe asks, handing me the last of the eggnog and sitting beside me holding his own mug.

"Tired," I yawn, a sleep expression on my features but a warm feeling in my heart.

Joe pulls me closer, kissing my forehead as we gaze at the flickering fire in the fireplace. He's warm and... I'm so tired... and...

"I love you, Andy, go to sleep, you deserve it... I'll be right here if you need anything..."

"I love you, too." I reply softly, letting my eyes close, "Merry Christmas..."

"Merry Christmas, Baby."