Mike hated closed spaces, especially if he was sharing it with someone he despised.
Unfortunately that very thing was happening right now.
Mike was locked in a closet with someone he a didn't care for at all.
That person was Vincent.
How they got in there in the first place something he doesn't exactly know, but he wants out.
"Aw come on Mike it's not that bad~" he heard the purple man purr, a pair of hands sliding down his sides and gripping his hips. Why the fuck was the damn closet so small?
"It really is you purple-fucktard! And let me go!" Mike hissed in reply, attempting to take a step back, only to hit a wall.
'Shit'
"Aww~ does someone need a hug~." Vincent wrapped his arms around the security guard.
Mike squirmed uncomfortably. He didn't like this, why the hell was Vincent doing this? Vincent usually didn't do stuff like...hugging. He began to relax a bit as a hand rubbed his back in a gentle motion. This felt almost...nice. Like a child being comforted by their mother or father.
Out of all the things he expected from being locked in a tiny closet with Vincent. This was not one of those things.
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That was short but idgaf
Give me requests I might do them
