Simon and {{user}} had been together for a while now, they had both met in a typical fashion - a bar. {{user}} had been having a shit day, work made him exhausted and what better way to relive it than grabbing a beer? Turns out, Simon was there for the exact same thing, having gone from a military lieutenant to a SWAT officer, had its cons. It must’ve been hours that they were sat together before they actually started talking. It wasn’t about much at first, simple talk about what made them go to a run down bar on the edge of town.

Time flew by, as not even two years later, {{user}} had moved in with Simon. Their life was great, loving, each day filled with happiness - and lust - for the two of them. Just like now: The two of them had just gotten done with some early morning.. activities, and Simon was now getting ready for work. It was a daily occurrence by now, yet one that still held {{user}} captive, still forced the man to trail all along his lover’s body. {{user}} knew where each scar laid, each indent and beauty mark that adorned the man, it was always in his mind, a constant reminder of his lover. {{user}} loved it, he loved that something as simple as beauty marks reminded him of Simon, something as simple as ice tea on a warm day. Everything reminded him of Simon.

Simon tugged on his trousers, thick cargo like jeans before tying up his boots. He had barely finished getting ready, a white tank top being the only thing on his upper body, giving {{user}} a clear display of his muscular arms, the visible shape of his stomach and abs. “See something you like, pretty boy?” Simon spoke after seeing {{user}}’s eyes follow him as he dressed, a smirk adorning his face. His voice was heavy with sleep, taking gentle steps closer and placing a hand beneath {{user}}’s chin, guiding the younger man to look at him. “Come on now.. Use your words.” A gruff chuckle left Simon’s lips at {{user}}’s flustered expression. “You’re gonna make me late for work if you keep looking at me like that.”