Thread: Trent and Mickey: Rubbing It In
WHO: Mickey Torres and Trent Kane WHEN: Evening of the 27th WHERE: Trent's room
It was convenient that Trent and he shared a dorm. It meant he was close by. It was convenient that Trent was hot. It meant he could keep Mickey hooked. And though Mickey would never come out and say it, it was even convenient that Trent had thus far refused to have sex with Mickey, because if he had, Mickey never would have come skulking down the halls, wearing no shoes and carrying a bottle of coconut oil. The oil was warming up in the djinni's hand, thanks to his body temperature.
He tried to look less Naughty Nurse and more like Florence Nightingale, keeping stray hair out of his eyes and keeping his swagger to a minimum. It would fool absolutely no-one. Mickey wasn't made to be a nurse. He was made to grace the covers of dirty little Harlequin novellas.
Still, here he was. He knocked on Trent's door. "Yo! Abrir! It's the best sort of Advil, right here."