#mouse;post

dean was fast asleep as he heard his phone buzz, waking him up in the middle of the night. he answered the phone with a sleepy “yes” not opening his eyes, barely even recognising mouse’s voice over the phone, as he was too sleepy to care. dean yawned into the phone, hearing the other ask him to open the door. not thinking much about the occurring, dean got up from his bed, walking over to the door to open it. he had completely forgotten about what he was wearing and that maybe he should’ve worn some more covering clothes. “come in.” he mumbled sleepily as he stepped to the side. as he felt mouses’ gaze on him, he looked down, only then realising what he was wearing.

letting the door fall shut, he hurried into his bedroom to put at least some boxershorts on before walking outside ready to greet his guest properly this time. “what.. what made you come here in the middle of the night?”

“O-oh..” Mouse stammers softly as he looks down from the clothed chest that automatically met his eye line, down to bared thighs behind a slither of opened door. Hearing Dean’s cute, sleepy mumble, followed by his rush to hurry away and cover himself, he younger male can’t help but snigger as he raises a hand to cover his mouth. That had lifted his spirits no end!

He did feel bad for imposing himself on the man like this, yet as Dean walks back and asks him what had brought him, he can’t help the way his lower lip trembles as he pouts softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go..” he says softly, before his eyes lower and he fiddles with the bottom o his 90s Adidas jacket.