"Mm...you smell good"

Nick drawled into your ear. His words slurring and his face all flushed as he nuzzled his nose further into the crook of your neck.

Leaning on you from behind, lazily snuggling in and smelling the glorious fucking stink of you, all sweaty after sport with that stupid cologne you like to wear.

His hands splayed on your abdomen. Nick wad only wearing his sports shorts. His own body sticky with swet. His hair all tousled and damp. Nearly purring like a smug little kitty.

He pressed in close. The sweat on both of yours skin mskung you stick together. His hands on your abdomen. Feeling the muscle. His nose against your neck. You barely payed him any mind, this was normal...right?

"What the fuck are you two doing?"