TW: These two...Just because last time it was a Smornby

Title: ~The Sweet Smell Of His Shirt~

“‘I’ll be home before twelve!” Alex said kissing Chris on the head and walked out of their house waving.

Smith was meeting with his old band members, he hadn’t seen them in years and they were in Bristol for the weekend so he couldn’t miss the opportunity of meeting them.

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“Alex gets to go out drinking, without me, and I’m stuck inside” Trott sighed looking at the clock, turning his attention away from the TV.

21:46

He decided to turn off the crappy saturday night TV and headed upstairs. Feeling lonely and a little sad, he opened his bedroom and sat on his bed sighing. He bent down and grabbed one of Alex’s t-shirts off the floor. He nuzzled it into his face, sniffed it then let out a heavy breath.

He smiled at the familiar sweet yet manly smell of his boyfriend. He lied down on the bed cuddling the shirt, face still in it and drifted to sleep.

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“Chris, Honey, I’m home!” Alex shouted checking the living the living room then headed upstairs to the bedroom. It was around half eleven when he had got home, opening the door to the room he started to speak:

“Trott. Love, you…” His words trailed off at the the sight of his boyfriend cuddled up, adorably, to a t-shirt he recognized as his.With a big smile on his face, he walked up to the bed and knelt by it, stroking Trott’s hair. Trott yawned, rubbing his eyes then opening them to see the familiar ginger wild hair, the same deep crystal blue eyes and the same sweet smile of his Boyfriend. “Smith!” Trott shouted trying to hide Smith’s shirt. “Oh, the shirt, yeah , it..it’s nothing” Chris lied in panic, his face growing more and more red.

“Aww, Aren’t you adorable sleeping with my shirt, Did little Trottimus miss me?” Alex pulled a kissy face teasing Trott.

“ I didn’t miss you” Trott turned his head, hiding the bright redness of his flushed cheeks.

“May I join you?” Smith winked already lifting up the covers. Chris nodded and with that Smith clambered into bed, pulling Trott close until they were touching, both hearts beating rapidly.

“I love you” Chris whispered placing his head on Alex’s chest already drifting into sleep.

“I love you too” Alex kissed Trott’s head and fell asleep, fingers intertwined with the smaller man’s.