They were lying in bed; Marco snuggled under Jean's chin, burying his nose into his boyfriend's shirt. Jean surrounded Marco with the feel of his arms around him, seeing his face so close to his, the taste of his skin beneath lips. However, his favorite was the smell. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Jean's Denali cologne, which mixed with the slight smoky smell from the cigarettes Jean, enjoyed. Marco nudged the shirt collar with his nose inhaling the same scent on his lover's skin along with something that was uniquely Jean. It was intoxicating. Marco exhaled onto Jean's skin and felt the rumble in his lover's chest, his bangs ruffled by Jean's deep laugh. He inhaled deeply again and settled in to sleep. Warm and comfortable in his lover's arms, Jean's scent was what eventually lulled Marco to sleep.