wip wednesday a tad late thursday

thank you for the tag @thighzp 😌🎐✨

as it is not wednesday anymore - bc I'm slow - buut i do have a wip...

working title: bathwater I've been sitting on the idea and some words since february, when I saw a lovely aesthetic photo on my dash and my brain decided to melt it together with a very cute fanart (I need to ask - if I'll ever be brave enough - if I may link to it when it's finished.) it's pure smut, so it's under a cut in a safe lil box, so you don't need to see it if you don't want to. tags: explicit, smut, rimming (I mean it. we're diving right in...)

me about nick henry since three days ago smh

"Just a sniff." he tells himself, eyes on the prize.

Just once. To truly know.

To thoroughly absorb the actual carnality of Alex's smell.

Henry's eyes wander to the hallway, their shared bathroom, where his friend has just disappeared.

To take a very wet, very not hot but rather cold, wet shower.

Still hot.

Henry sighs.

So hot.

His fingers twitch in the direction of the back of the couch.

Where the tanktop lies.

The sopping tanktop Alex kinda threw at him in a fit of laughter before sauntering off in his tiny running shorts to take a much needed shower.

That was honestly so hot.

Theme of the day because outside as well.

Which is why Alex's tank is positively soaked in sweat from his early morning run.

It lies there, crumpled.

Drenched, threatening to slide into the crevice between cushions and wall.

Deer-caught-in-headlights-wide eyes still fixed on the bathroom door, Henry snatches the sodden garment with slightly shaky fingers and lifts it to his face slowly.

just a tiny sniff...

sometimes i read a fic and the sheer chihuahuafication of henry is concerning and might make a more critical reader shiver in agony as well. but not me. most times it doesn't lol