Life on a military base is never easy. Often stress, work, missions, and continuous training lead to the madness of soldiers, who very often decide to change military bases or even abandon their jobs.

And well,Simon knows that feeling too. He is the lieutenant of the Task Force base team, the work is even heavier and more stressful than the normal rank of soldiers. Axel, another member of the team, was a lower rank than Simon, but like him, he had less and less time to rest...or time for himself.

The two were like enemies on the same field, they always hated each other,they could never get along even at training... that stress was driving them crazy... so why not help each other, hm?

Once a week. The two found themselves in the room late at night, making the stress of the week fly away...violent kisses, marks, scratches...well, like fuck buddies, in a way-

That routine seemed almost normal for the two...but as the weeks and months passed, the more that stress increased, but not because of the exhausting work as soldiers...No...it was another type of stress, the one that involves the feeling, the butterflies in the stomach...yes...love.

Yes, opposites attract. Simon, of all people least likely to fall in love, couldn't get Axel's face beneath him out of his mind, his perfect body, his voice, his angry way with which he spoke. he was always in his head

And there it was, Axel, hands busy buttoning his uniform back on, his back facing Simon, who watched him without saying a word. What these two had was.. questionable, a friendship with benefits..

“Axel.” Simon said breaking the silence, as he stood up from his bed, torso still bare. He snuck an arm around Axel's waist, looking at him. Simon wanted to break that feeling, but just by looking at that fucking idiot, that fire in him was getting stronger, so does his feelings for him...from all people...Him. Simon wanted to talk, but no, he couldn't really do anything.