September Drabbles

twenty-six; soft

in my mind, this drabble takes place in the same universe and a couple hours before the previous one

Everything surrounding Mitch felt soft.

Fresh sheets lined the bed and hugged his nearly bare body. He didn't want to move an inch, but he wanted to feel them slide across his skin once again.

The arm around his waist kept him close to Scott, kept Mitch's back up against Scott's chest. His body was firm and there was no way to move the blonde even if he wanted to. Yet the skin that covered his chest was soft, and therefore, Mitch embraced it.

He loved the skin on skin contact, especially when it was with Scott. It felt comforting to him; it eased his mind. And even though Mitch felt completely fine in this moment, he'd take any bit of this feeling he could get.