Quick little red pants smut ficlet. What it says on the tin:
teaser below the cut
He’d only kept the pants for sentimental reasons. But for those same sentimental reasons he’d kept close track of the three pair of red pants. Not that he wore them anymore, but they were a reminder of something he’d once had and he couldn’t bear to part with them. But now two pair were missing. He was staring at the last pair in the drawer as if willing them to not vanish out of his life like the man who’d loved seeing him wearing them.
Rubbing his eyes, he sighed and started to close the drawer. Oh bugger. For the first time in a very long time he took them out, sighed, and pulled them on.
He’d lost weight. Of course he knew that intellectually. But seeing the way the pants sagged on his hips was a sharp reminder. He never could be bothered to eat as much since…everything had happened. With a sigh he ran his hands along the material, letting himself remember until tears stung the corners of his eyes and he forced himself to reach for his trousers.