After an exhausting day at your workplace, your shift finally ends, and you get to wind down at home. The day seemed to never end, which left you a sluggish drive home. You were only able to survive the drive by playing music obnoxiously loud.

Upon returning home, you put your keys in their designated place and head to your bedroom. You shut the door behind you, listening to it click to a close. Your feet ache as you remove your shoes and undress from your work uniform. Slouching on the edge of the bed, you chug water until you feel content. Your beautifully made bed has been calling to you all day, and you could not have been more enthusiastic to finally rest.

Your body flops onto the sheet-ridden mattress. Ah, home sweet home. It is truly a breath of fresh air to be able to lie on your bed in comfortable silence. Nothing could have put you more at ease at that moment. You let your eyes flutter shut as drowsiness took over.

No longer than a minute had passed, and your leisure was disrupted by the ringing coming from your corded phone. You sigh but answer nonetheless.

"Yes? Hello."

"Y/N, hey! How's my favorite person doing?" Stu's voice bellows from the phone.

You could practically hear Stu's smile as he talked. "I wouldn't know. How is Billy doing?"

Laughter floods your ears, but it doesn't sound like Stu's alone. Billy's gravelly voice spoke up, "I'm doing fine I'll have you know."

You huff, "I should've known you two were together."

Stu's voice chimes in, "Speaking of, we were wondering if you could come over?"

"It's Valentine's Day, aren't you gonna spend it with your girlfriends?"

"They're having a girl's night so I thought we could have a boy's night! Besides, I haven't seen you in so long, I miss you," you could imagine him pouting as he spoke. Damn Stuart, he really knew how to pull at your heartstrings.

Even though you were drained and had planned to pass out, you couldn't help but be swayed by Stu's eagerness and sincerity. A couple of hours of hanging out couldn't hurt, right?

"If it's a 'boy's night,' does that mean you invited Randy?"

A moment of silence before Billy answered, "No, did you want him to be?" There was a hint of disdain in his voice. He had chosen his words carefully.

"Not really, I was just wondering. Did you want me to come over now or?" As quickly as you brought up Randy you moved past talking about him any further.

The phone was handed back to Stu, "Get here as soon as you can, little man. We'll be waiting, bye!"

"See you soon," You said before ending the call.

You lay there dazed. It had been a while since you had hung out, much less called each other. Work had been keeping you busier than you'd like to admit. With a soft sigh, you sit up and peer at your closet. You had to idea what you were gonna wear.

After several minutes of mindless staring, you got up and sifted through your clothes. You figured since it was a boy's night you'd be staying indoors and opted to wear something casual and comfortable. You took your time getting dressed to mentally prepare yourself for a lengthy drive. Stu just had to live on the outskirts of town where nobody lived, didn't he?

You sometimes wondered what he could get away with since he didn't have neighbors. His parents were frequently out of town, which might not be the wisest decision. Any teenage boy left in such a big house without parental guidance for days on end could be dangerous. To be fair, it led to several eventful nights where everyone got to unwind.

The drive to his house wasn't all that bad, especially not when you had a boy's night to look forward to. You couldn't recall a time when it was just the three of you together. Most interactions with Billy and Stu were in gatherings, either with the rest of the friend group or a bunch of kids from school that Stu invited for a party.

Pulling up to the illustrious house, you notice Billy's car already parked in the garage. You carefully park behind him in the driveway and ready yourself for what the night may bring. Suddenly you were regretting not consuming some form of caffeine before your trek.

Seeing as you were right in front of the garage, you exit your car and approach the door connecting the house to the garage. You twist the handle only to find it locked. At least the boys aren't reckless enough to leave the doors unlocked. You make your way to the front door and firmly knock. Considering they could be anywhere in the house, you hoped your knocking could be heard.

You perk up at the sound of brisk yet muffled footsteps that approach. The door lurched open, nearly being thrown off its hinges by Stu. You were greeted with Stu's stunned expression, eyes wide with anticipation and the brightest smile you've ever seen, teeth and all. He couldn't hide his excitement even if he tried. At times like this, he reminded you of a bewildered dog who waited all day for his owner to come back home.

Stu wasted no time in pulling you into a warm and protective hug. His grip was a tad tight, but you weren't complaining. It felt right to be in his arms like this. Stu was not a novice by any means when it came to granting affection, but something felt different this time. Not that it mattered, you were soaking up every second you could while enveloped in his warm embrace.

When it came time to separate, you took a step back and allowed yourself to laugh at Stu's attire. His outfit in of itself was fine, but he wore his comically large red robe as outerwear. Stu didn't comment on you blatantly checking him out and ushered you in while he closed the door behind you.

An unmistakable waft of popcorn and pizza flood your senses. The mere thought of food has your stomach crying out. You question the last time you ate, but the pain in your stomach tells you everything you need to know. Stu doesn't hesitate to wrap his arm around your shoulders to lead you to the kitchen.

To your dismay, Billy is not in the kitchen awaiting your arrival like a domestic male wife. Before you had the chance to question Stu on Billy's whereabouts, Billy rips open the garage door and jumps out at the two of you. He lets out a boisterous 'boo!' to further startle both of you. Stu instinctively clutches your body close to his as he howls at Billy for scaring him.

You and Billy are left standing there wiping your tears and clutching your stomach as Stu remains still. He looks up at the ceiling like he's ready to ascend to the heavens. Stu was never one to get frightened, seeing as he and Billy vehemently watch horror movies, but he swore he felt his soul leave his body for a second there.

"What's wrong, Stu? You look like you've seen a ghost," Billy teases with a smug smile.

You struggle to regain your breath, "You should've seen your face dude. I don't think I've ever seen you get that scared. You looked like you were gonna piss yourself."

Stu lets out a string of incoherent noises before covering his face to take a deep breath. "Billy, you know I love you and all, but could you not scare me half to death."

"Whatever you say, big guy," Billy barks out a laugh.

After you all had a chance to calm down, Stu went back to being a gracious host and began offering you everything available in the kitchen. Your mouth salivated at the sight of pizza, and the boys let you serve yourself first. You opted to drink soda in hopes of it replenishing your energy.

Once that was situated, the three of you shuffled into the living room. The coffee table was filled with snacks and a large bowl of popcorn. You sat in the middle cushion of the couch, whereas Billy sat to your right. Stu had already picked out a movie to play and had been setting it up. He sent a wink your way when the movie started to play; it was your favorite one. It brought a smile to your face that he remembered such a minuscule thing. He joined you and Billy on the could, moving his arm to rest on the top of the couch behind your head.

Despite it being your favorite movie, you had only seen it a handful of times, so it was nice to be able to do so with them. There was something serene about having a night in on Valentine's day with your boys. Getting to watch your favorite movie with them was just a plus.

All was going well until the day's fatigue caught up to you. You continued to fight the drowsiness regardless of feeling yourself sink into the couch further. It wasn't your fault Stu's couch was so comfy.

Your persistence to stay awake did not go unnoticed. Billy and/or Stu watched as you flinched yourself awake anytime your eyes had become too heavy to keep open. This could only go on for so long before you succumb to sleep.

Billy had to admit you looked quite cute when asleep. Stu's arm acted like a cushion for your head that was leaned back. A pleased smile on your relaxed face while the movie continued to play. Billy had noticed the bags under your eyes and your overall feebleness. It didn't take a genius to gather that you were worn out.

Stu didn't think much of your sleeping state. He simply slipped his arm onto your shoulder and nudged you towards him. Your pliant body easily reclined onto Stu's. Head tucked into the crevice of his neck while your chest rises and lowers with every breath you take. Stu struggles to keep calm even though he put himself into this position. He tried his damndest to even out his breathing as to not disturb your sleep.

Billy clicks his teeth to garner Stu's attention without waking you up in the process. "Dude, he can't just sleep like that," Billy angrily whispers.

Stu looks at him like he's crazy, "What? Come on, it's fine. He's sleeping like a baby."

"He needs to sleep in an actual bed otherwise his neck's gonna hurt in the morning," Billy states with a sigh.

It's not like he could disagree with Billy when he said it like that. Reluctantly, Stu maneuvered his body to prop yours in its original spot. Even with his gentle touch and cautious movements, you still stirred awake. You blinked away the tiredness bringing your hand up to wipe the excess moisture escaping your eyes. In doing so, you realized what had happened and sat up from your relaxed position.

"Sorry guys, I guess I'm more tired than I thought," you yawn.

Stu shook his head, "No worries, man. I'll just set up the bed for you to sleep in."

"It's alright, just rest," Billy said as he tugged your shoulder back for you to lie against the couch once again. Stu eyes you two wearily before heading upstairs. Billy laughs in triumph while he strokes your hair and watches as your eyes flutter shut.

"How long was I asleep for?" you ask while your eyes remain closed.

Billy hums, "Not long. You should be getting more sleep, kid. I could see your eye bags from across the room."

You groan, "I will shut up. You're not my dad."

He snickers, "I'm not but I still care about you, alright? Don't exert yourself over some lousy job."

"Whatever you say, dad."

Billy rolls his eyes but doesn't push you to keep talking. The sound of faint footsteps causes Billy to look up and lock eyes with Stu, who makes his way down the stairs. Stu brazenly sticks his tongue out at Billy in envy.

The taller (of the two) crouches down in front of you and pokes your cheek. "Come on bud, let's get you to bed."

You grunt in protest, "But I don't wanna get up."

"You won't have to just stand up for me." You do as he says and in turn, he faces away from you and gestures for you to get on his back.

"Stu, I'm not making you carry me upstairs."

"What? Come on, why not? You're tired so just get on."

You hear Billy chuckle, and he encourages you to take the offer. You begrudgingly give in and latch onto Stu's back. He picks you up as if you weigh nothing and makes his way up the stairs. Billy follows in case Stu loses his grip or balance.

Stu couldn't believe he was nervous earlier when you were merely resting on his shoulder. Now you were clinging onto him and breathing down his neck with every step he took. Fortunately, everyone made it upstairs unharmed. He held onto your legs until he reached his bedroom. He stood in front of his bed, facing away from it, and kneeled down for you to let go and land on the bed.

You remove articles of clothing to your comfort level and slip under the covers. You're not sure what you expected to happen but Billy and Stu tucking you into bed was not something you thought would ever happen. Billy instructed you to lift your head for him to fluff up the pillow(s). You grimaced when he ruffled your hair once you laid your head back onto the pillow. Stu took initiative in tugging the blanket up to your chin.

"You guys don't have to treat me like a kid, y'know," You murmur.

"Shh, just let us take care of you," Stu replies.

You roll your eyes before shutting them to slumber. A few minutes pass by where you're unable to fall back asleep because the dorks are still in the room. Did they plan on watching you fall asleep?

"Erm, I don't think I can go to sleep knowing you're both watching me."

Billy chuckles, "Does that make you nervous?"

You huff and turn to lie on your side.

"Aww, don't get pouty on us. We just wanted to make sure you slept fine," Stu explains.

"I'll sleep fine when you guys go away."

Stu sighs in defeat, "Fine, fine. We'll get out of your hair."

The boys take their turns in giving you a goodnight kiss. Stu plants a kiss on your forehead and Billy places a gentle kiss on your temple.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

"Sweet dreams, kid."

You did, in fact, wake up a few hours later to find yourself squished in between them on the king-sized bed.