Soap felt like a dead man walking as he wobbled towards the flat’s elevator, his vision blurry and his body screaming for rest. Reaching out blindly for the floor button, Soap’s fingers trailed over the buttons until he found the right one. Floor 2, Flat 204 the Scotsman reminded himself, leaning against the back wall of the elevator. He let out a sigh as the elevator groaned as it descended the building. The sound of metal creaking usually made him a little nervous, getting stuck in an elevator sounded like hell on earth, but he was far too tired to care, just wanting to get back to his home and to Anon.

Anon was his roommate and his kind-of-but-not-really friend. Soap hadn’t seen Anon for nearly three months, his job meaning he rarely saw them. But when he did, the pair were thick as thieves. The whole living situation had been born from a mutual need for one another. Soap needed somewhere to eat and sleep while on leave and Anon had jumped at the opportunity to split rent, plus Soap would never turn down the opportunity to share a flat with someone as hot as Anon. The apartment wasn’t much, a cosy two bedroom flat in South London… but it was theirs. The thought made Soap feel slightly fuzzy, and part of him wished he wasn’t so tired so he could actually talk to his roomie, but he knew he needed to get some shut eye.

The elevator doors slide open and Soap pushes off the wall, slowly shambling his way towards the familiar door at the end of the corridor. It felt so far away… like it was just out of reach but he finally made it, pushing his key into the door and pushing it open. The smell of vanilla and something warm filled his nostrils… the smell of Anon. Soap didn’t bother to shed his gear, only kicking off his boots before he lumbered towards Anon’s bedroom door.

Kicking it open gently, a lazy smile passed across Soap’s face as he saw Anon cuddled up in bed, seemingly asleep. He plopped down onto the bed behind them, burying his face in Anon’s neck as he pulled them close and let out a soft sigh. He heard Anon stir, and felt them tense up before they seemed to realize it was him and relax again. “Sorry to scare ye, love. Just needed a bit of a cuddle… that alright with ye?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse from sleepiness. He had never been this bold with Anon before, but he hoped that they would oblige him for a moment.