Home Found in Smoke Between Teeth
Creed’s truck always smelled of cigarettes.
It was a brand that Logan had immediately recognized back when he was first regaining his memories, but couldn't for the life of him recall the name. It had took him a whole year to gain the courage to ask a random stranger of the name.
They smelled nostalgic.
The smell of ‘home’.
The lit cigarette got passed to Logan, who was curled up against the blond’s chest, seated atop the others long legs stretched out across the bench seats. Creed’s back was pressed to the driver side door, head leaning against the slightly rolled down window.
Logan's shoulder was kneaded with a large hand as he exhaled.
LOGAN
Missed this...
CREED
You even remember this?
Logan passed back the cig, Creed taking it in between 2 claws.
LOGAN
Just a feeling.
CREED
Well, this is kinda how it used t’ be. Pre-tty damn often.
Creed took a long drag, and exhaled out the window.
Outside, there was a strong smell of the rain a few hours earlier.
Creed thought it mixed nicely with the scent of cigarette smoke, also pairing well with the cozy scent of the closest friend he’d ever had.
CREED
An’ it’s a lil’ weird, cuz ya still look the same as y’ did back then…
Logan snorted, as he took the cig (which was down to its last few moments).
LOGAN
Hope so, can’t imagine what gettin’ old would be like at this point.
Creed hummed in agreement.
Lips were affectionately pressed to the crown of Logan's head, and a furry arm snaked its way around his front, pulling him closer against the chest behind him.
CREED
Y’ look good like this…
Creed’s legs were numb, but he couldn't care less.