Fics like Some Boys

Scott motioned for Mike to look inside his expansive closet that contained everything from posh dress shirts and slacks to more casual denim and t-shirts for lounging in. He spotted some flannel sleep shorts folded neatly atop a small chest of drawers behind Scott’s other belongings and reached for them before sifting through the overwhelming array of hung apparel. Scott turned away and made for the bed, deciding to properly arrange his pillows and straighten the duvet while Mike browsed. Mike finally settled on an old grey tee that looked like it hadn’t seen use for eons. Perfect. Upon closer inspection, he saw a flash of leather in the very back of Scott’s closet. Mike looked over his shoulder to Scott, who was still busily readying the bed, and then back at his discovery. It was the same jacket that Scott wore during his days as a drifter; weather-worn, well-loved and equal parts distressed from use. It had seen so much during its lifetime; laughter and tears alike, and held so many memories of a time that Scott had been desperately trying to escape until now. Mike allowed himself the chance to run his fingers along the arm of it and he suddenly felt like crying. Again. Of course.

Fics like Some Boys

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