A/N: Please keep in mind that I haven't written anything in years, so I apologise if it's absolutely terrible.
Bad Habits
Leaning over to make sure that Flynn was still asleep, Yuri slipped out of bed, put on his boxers and a t-shirt (which might have been Flynn's, but it was hard to tell in the dark) and quietly made his way over to the living room, picked up his pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and stepped out through the sliding doors onto the balcony.
The night air was a bit chilly, making him shiver as if to tell him to go back to bed. Or maybe that was just his subconscious telling him that he was an idiot for having a smoke at three in the morning. He probably was, but he wasn't planning on staying outside long, anyway. Placing a cigarette between his lips, Yuri hesitated just a moment before he lit it.
Flynn hated the smoking. And for good reason, too. It really was a disgusting habit.
His boyfriend let out a disapproving moan when Yuri crawled back into bed.
"You're cold."
"Sorry."
He heard Flynn shift and was caught slightly off-guard by the sudden warmth of his embrace.
"You really should quit."
"I know."