In the rain

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Mike slammed his apartment door shut with an air of finality, he had just gotten back from the Washington lodge and he was still thinking about Matt. Mike slowly carried his bags to his small room and dropped them on his bed, all of his clothes and everything else he had packed spilling out on the floor messily.

Mike looked down at the mess with distain, but then stopped and looked down at a small shred of dark blue and white fabric under his plaid jumper. Mike frowned an leaned down then picked up the soft fabric pulling it out from under all of his other clothes, mike held it up so he could see it properly.

It was Matt's letter jacket... The letter jacket that Matt would never go anywhere without, mike must've picked it up when he was packing to go home. Mike clutched the jacket to his chest and held it there, it was close enough to smell. It smelt like... Matt.

Actually that was vague, Matt smelt like everything at the same time, he smelt like sweat from the many training sessions, caramel, and something that mike couldn't place... But all of these scents where vague, quiet... Distant. Mike wondered what Matt would smell like up close... What that strange smell mike couldn't place could be.

Mike stood in the middle of his room clutching Matt's jacket like it was a lifeline...

And maybe it was.

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"No no no no! Fuck!" Matt searched though his bag in a panic, he couldn't find his favourite letter jacket.

'I must've left it back up at the lodge! We're not going back there till next year!' Matt thought searching though his luggage once again.

The door bell sounded off and Matt looked down at his flustered figure, he was still wearing his clothes from yesterday. Matt sighed and pulled off his clothes in a hurry.

"I'm coming hold on!" Matt yelled slightly muffled by his sweater half way across his face and still being pulled off.

He stripped off his pants and pulled his sweater off and dumped it on his bed and grabbed a new pair of clothes, he hurriedly turned around (still only boxers on to cover him) to see mike at the door mouth wide open and holding Matt's letter jacket.

"Holy fuck on frosting Matt, you do work out." Mike breathed out in appreciation.

Matt blushed darkly and threw on a shirt quickly (not even noticing that it was on backwards and inside out, and Matt also not knowing that he still had no pants on) and went over to the other boy and snatched his jacket from mikes hands.

"Rude." Mike quipped slightly blushing but hoping it didn't show.

"And you would know about being rude Munroe. Who barges into someone's house?" Matt exclaimed.

"Who leaves there stuff in my bag?" Mike countered.

Matt held his jacket up to his chest like a small child holding a blanket, mike laughed aloud at the thought

"What's so funny?" Matt demanded.

"Well first off you look like a two year old, I mean dude it's your jacket not your blanket. And secondly bro, Matty boy... You have no pants on." Mike smirked as Matt flushed a deep shade of red and moved his jacket to cover himself.

Mike laughed and looked at Matt as if he had grown a second head, "Matt you literally shower with a bunch of guys standing around you in what I can only guess is a sweaty meat-head jock orgy."

If possible Matt went darker and even more flustered and shoved mike out of his room and locked the door, after a minute Matt came out of his room visibly less flustered and much more clothed.

"Thanks for my jacket." Matt grunted.

Mike smirked as Matt walked by him and strode down the hallway.

"You can stay if you want!" Matt called from in the living room.

Mike smiled and strutted down the hall after Matt.

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The two boys sat on the lounge, mike laying down with his legs strewn across the couch and Matt, Matt was sitting comfortably with mikes legs draped over his stomach. They sat in comfortable silence watching one of mike's favourite romantic fluffy movies which he would always blush and giggle at the cheesy lines and kisses in the rain.
(They had both had more than a few drinks and were both now drunk enough to forget something that happened but sober enough to decide something for themselves).

Matt rolled his eyes and sighed in exaggeration when the main man burst into the girls house and made out with her. Mike toed Matt's leg in retaliation for the sarcastic gesture and paused the movie.

"What's wrong Matt? Don't you like my movies?" Mike asked with a false hurt look in his eyes and his hand across his heart as if he had been wounded.

"Your movies are what 13 year old girls fawn over bro." Matt commented looking at the older boy in amusement.

Matt was then hit in the face with a pillow and surprisingly strong force, Matt looked at mike who was laughing at the younger boy.

"In my own house?" Matt exclaimed.

Before mike could retort Matt had grabbed another pillow from the couch and hit the boy laying down with said pillow. After that it was a fully fledged war, mike had jumped up and ran to Matt's bedroom grabbing three more pillows and bombarded Matt who had no idea where mike had gone until it was too late.

"Ahh fuck dude no fair!" Matt exclaimed as mike pushed Matt down, unluckily for mike Matt grabbed his wrist and dragged him down when he fell.

They both toppled to the floor Matt falling first and mike falling straight afterwards, Matt was pinned under the weight of mike's body and mike's arms were tangled with Matt's.

Mike lifted his head up and shifted his weight so that he wasn't crushing Matt, and so he could look the darker boy in the eyes. The two boys eyes connected and the alcohol in their systems did nothing but provoke mike to move his face inches from the younger man.

Matt licked his lips and looked into mikes brown eyes, they were inches apart when the front door slammed open and Chris walked in.

"Matt holy fu- are you kidding me again!" Chris covered his eyes and turned away, blushing furiously.

Matt and mike jumped apart blushing just as bad as Chris and Josh's voice sounded behind Chris's.

Chris rushed out blushing apologies and Josh chuckled and looked at Chris fondly while Matt fixed up the mess that Matt and mike had made with their 'pillow war'.

Mike sighed and rubbed his hand against his eyes, thinking about what he probably would've done if Chris hadn't burst in.