Short Stories 2

Scent

Faz: *burying his face in Jamey's shirt, just drowning himself with his smell* Mm~

Jamey: *tilts his head* You good there?

Faz: *yelps and throws the shirt away* yes!

Jamey: *smirks a bit and raises an eyebrow*

Faz: *red in the face* It's my shirt.

Jamey: You were smelling your own shirt and getting a boner?

Faz: I smell good.