Metal laid on the couch. There was football playing on the television, but his mind was hyper focused on the finger brushing against the long faded surgical scar on his left knee and the television was barely background noise.

Then the other hand wrapped around his foot, and the hand which had been playing with his scar moved down to join it.

Trent proceeded to knead his foot, and Metal sent a thankful thought to whatever higher power had decided that the man he loved, loved him in return. -And that he was a wizard when it came to things he could do with his hands. Foot rubs being just one of those treats.

He'd admit it, he was tired, beat and worn out. And this was exactly what he needed tonight.

"Hard being in charge?" Trent asked, still working on Metal's feet.

Metal nodded a little, "My brain feels like it's been through a blender, and I'm tired."

"The word is that you're handling being Alpha-1 well." Trent winked as his hands moved to that that part of Metal's ankle which often got a bit grainy.

Metal almost gasped and melted further into the cushions of the couch with a content little sigh.

"And your guys listen to you, and follow your lead."

Metal nodded a little, "Think that's mostly thanks to Jackson…"

"Nah…" Trent shook his head, "I think you might be made for just this. You just don't realize it yourself yet."

"I want to argue that, but at the same time I don't want you to stop doing what you're doing…" Metal mumbled.

The hands rubbing against one of his ankles continued.

"How about we put that deadbolt on, and shut the rest of the world out for the evening?" Trent offered, "Well, except delivery pizza or something."

"Or some real hearty Slavic food." Metal tilted his head a little, "I would possibly kill for those rolled up thingies."

"Cabbage rolls?"

Metal nodded, "Or that stew, with carrots and potatoes and garlic and beef. That's also one of the greatest comfort foods I can think of."

Trent only kept massaging Metal's foot.

"Oh, and Russian pancakes."

"I'm pretty sure we could manage to fry up some of those if we tried. Can't be that hard, right?"

"Probably not." Metal shrugged, "But I don't have a recipe…"

"Maybe we could find it on the internet?" Trent mused, "Or if we find a recipe book… That would probably be easier. -If we found one."

"If we find a recipe book, with those cabbage rolls… Can we try that as well?"

"Sure." Trent nodded, "But I demand we try that potato thing as well."

Metal nodded, "Of course…"

"What do you want to do first?" Trent asked as he let go of Metal's ankle with one hand and slid it up the length of his calf, "Order food? Cuddle?"

Metal contemplated it for a few seconds, "Honestly?"

Trent nodded.

"I wouldn't mind bending you over the back of the couch…" Metal winked, "Or really test the springs of my mattress."

"I thought you were tired…"

"Pretty sure I could muster up some energy for that."