"Only if you have the wrong type of couch." Chris sat down on the couch in question and sunk a little into the cushions. It was definitely too big for one man but it was perfect for him to settle on and stretch his legs out. His bed was just as comfortable but there was no coffee table for him to spread his work out on. "If it'll put you at ease I won't sleep on it tonight."

There, a compromise. That was something they could manage when they wanted to fuck each other. Chris was willing to try it outside the bedroom when it wasn't something important. He was resting on the couch and not still sitting up in his office. Some of that had to appease Peter.

"While I don't have your ability to heal I'm not a complete imvilid after one rough night." He watched Peter as he took a sip of his scotch. Chris might save money with cheaper clothes and good investments but he didn't skimp on alcohol. What he had was rich and went down smoothly, spreading warmth through all his aches. "We're raised to take pain and suffering as something to overcome."

This wasn't even the worst thing he had ever been through in recent years. He was damaged but he wasn't broken, not yet. It would take more than tonight to manage that.