Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Dragging the tips of his fingers down the scarred skin of Mick's chest, Ronnie tries to commit to memory every bump and mark he finds, the way the skin dips and hardens, the unique way it's damaged. He knows full well how useless it is, how it won't be long until Mick gets caught up in another fire. New scars will appear and change how the older man's body looks and how it feels when it's hot and pressed against his own, and Ronnie relishes in the knowledge that he's the only one allowed this kind of intimacy with him.