It Smut

Soft and Slutty.

It was our three year anniversary. The time seemed to be passing quicker than both of us could imagine.

Three years since I had asked out Mike in my small college dorm. It was senior year.

I had something planned this year, something sensual. My plan was to make dinner, watch Mikes favorite movies and/or show, and then cuddle until we both fell asleep. It seemed perfect. Plus! He always talks about how he loves staying in with me, so why not?

While I showered, I thought out my plan, occasionally talking out loud to myself.

"Okay, so Mike works ten to eight tomorrow. That'll give me time to figure out everything!"

My voice resonated throughout the bathroom , making me unaware of the door opening.

"Stan, are you okay in there?"

Mike's voice rang out, startling me.

"Uh- Yeah," I called. "I'll be out in a minute!"

With that, I hastily washed the conditioner out of my hair, being careful of getting it in my eye. Once I did so, I turned off the shower, shivering as cold air hit my body. Stepping out of the shower, I wrap the plush towel around my waist.

Opening my door to Mike and I's shared bedroom, revealing Mike on our bed.

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3rd Person POV

Mike turned his head at the sound of Stan walking into the room. Wet hair, red face from the warm water, and nothing but a fluffy, light purple towel around his thin waist. His v-line standing out against the pale, slightly freckled skin.

He'd recently been working out, with no complaints from Mike.

Of course they had been in this situation before, but the both of them always felt bashful about it. Stan about been half naked, and Mike seeing the aforementioned in that state. It always blew Mike away, seeing Stan. Even when Stan was passed out from work, in his Sunday sweats, or cleaning around their flat. It made him breathless to know that Stan was his and only his.

Stan awkwardly made his way to the dresser, pulling out his pajamas and underwear. He looked up to see Mike dead set staring at his back through the mirror on top of their shared dresser, letting out a soft chuckle and a smile.

Without a word, he began to get dressed, not bothering to reprimand Mike for staring so intently.

Once Stanley was done, he shimmered his way to the bed, landing on the soft material with a light thud. "Tired?", the dark haired man questioned with a grin, moving the blanket so Stan could get under the covers. His question was met with a nod and a curly head on his stomach. "Yeah, can we put on some Seinfeld and call it a day?"

Of course that's exactly what Mike wanted. He loved listening to Stan's hearty laugh when one of the characters said something remotely funny. He loved how Stan would roll onto him when he was tired, almost immediately falling asleep on top of the male.

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The Next Morning

Mike woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs flowing through the house, with Stan "mysteriously" missing. With a chuckle and a sigh, he trudged out of bed.

While making his way to the kitchen, he heard Stan's voice humming along to "Remember" by Mac Miller while whipping up some breakfast for the two men.

This is how most mornings went, Stan making breakfast and Mike cleaning up the place. It was a smooth operation, and it worked for the both of them.