Fic Drabbles

1: (Not part of a fandom)

He picked up the sweatshirt laying on the floor of his flat. 
Hm, David thought, Jackson must have left this when he was here.. 
David pulled the sweatshirt up to his face, smelling it. David sat back down and relaxed to the smell of him. "Wish you were still here, Jack, I miss you..." David said as he took a sniff of the shirt's smell again. He slipped off his own shirt he had on and put Jackson's on. David got up and turned off his bedroom's light and snuggled up with the warmth of his sweatshirt, ending up dreaming about him all night long.