Jake didn't intend to be gone too long. He disappeared into his bedroom, tossing clothes aside as soon as he could. Pants, shirt, tee shirt, socks, anything that was a part of his uniform got tossed into a pile that would have to be washed.

Jake grabbed a soft blue tee shirt and a pair of cotton pants that were loose and clean. Any other day, he would have been wearing this around his apartment when he knew he'd be alone, drinking a beer and watching some television.

Now, he was going to wear it because it was comfortable and, if his wishes came true, easy to take off. He came back out into the living quickly, immediately making his way over to Marius and all that soft, soft skin.

"If I smell, pretend that I don't," Jake told him, leaning in to take a sniff of Marius' shoulder and that soap smell he could faintly smell when he'd come in.