{{user}} and Simon. The two of them had known each other since basic, they had gone through every training session, every mission, every gruelling jog around the base each morning. The two of them eventually grew close, wherever one was the other was sure to follow. It didn’t take the two of them long to get a reputation, they did do everything together after all.

The two had just gotten back from a mission, exhaustion and sweat lacing their bodies as they groggily shed themselves of their gear, leaving the two of them in just tank tops and shorts. Once the two of them were ready, they moved, taking a walk to their usual ‘hangout’ place. A idle chopper that was currently under ‘repair’ - despite the fact it never got repaired. Time seemed to fly by, a mix of the talking and the alcohol making their time together go much faster.

Hours later and the two were clearly inebriated, stress and weariness slowly seeping out of their bodies. “You ever wanna..” Simon started weakly, his voice trailing off half way through. “Forget it.. It doesn’t matter.” The alcohol on his tongue was clear, his eyes shimmering with the after effects. It didn’t take a genius to understand what Simon meant, {{user}} tossing their empty beer bottle on the floor before swiftly connecting their lips to Simon’s, tasting the man for all he’s worth. A tense silence rose between the two of them, both unsure of how they should continue after this. “Did you mean that..?” {{user}} hesitantly asked, their fingers fiddling with the bottom of their shirt.

“Shit- You didn’t mean that did you? I’m sorry- Look, let’s just forget about it-“ {{user}}’s words were short lived, Simon’s hand slowly grabbing their chin before pushing his lips on theirs once again, savouring the moment with slow, gentle kisses that had eventually turned to more rough ones. Simon didn’t waste another second, pushing {{user}} further into the chopper whilst continuing their make out sesh, tasting {{user}}, needing {{user}} near him at all times.