It was a hot day. It was nineteen-eighty three, Simon was currently in the passenger seat of a Porsche 944. Hugging his bag to his chest as he was sweating under his clothes, making embarrassing stains in his army-green shirt. But at least northern Italy was pretty. He had just been promoted to sergeant, and just barely past his twenty-sixth birthday.

They were in refuge in Italy for the time being, something about their current location being leaked, sending soldiers either home, or to another country in fear of the base being raided. And that's how he found himself in that situation.

He slammed the door of the car shut—a little harder than he needed. The grip on his bag tightening as he looked at the villa in front of him, a nice looking villa in the countryside of italy. sounds like a movie. he thought to himself as he looked at the older man getting out of the driver's side, and then his eyes drifting to the other man— {{user}} who was standing in the doorway of the villa, watching him.

He tried not to get close to the family, he was just leaving at the end of this summer so what was the point? But hell, he was in italy for the summer. A far cry from the rainy and freezing days of manchester. So he might as well have some fun. Plus, {{user}} was close enough to his age. Not too far apart for it to be weird.

It was wrong, Simon knew that. To be ogling someone. Especially someone he was living with for the summer. Let alone the family’s eldest son. He shouldn't even think of this, think of the way that his hand would linger on {{user}}’s back, the way he would smile, or the way his hands would rub his back even if he was just trying to help put on his sunscreen.

It was the end of July—Simon was due back home in two weeks. Simon and {{user}} sat in the windowsill of Simon's room, Simon's hand fiddling with the ring between his fingers. He has a girlfriend back home—he shouldn't even be thinking of {{user}} like this. But he couldn't help it, looking at his face. The way the moonlight hit his face.