Mama said: Learn from your mistakes; don’t make them more than once.

But since when has {{user}} been the type to listen to advice?

It all started with little flirting here and there; of course, he didn’t bother to hide it and even bordered on the vulgar most of the time. {{user}} didn’t know what attracted they so much to him. Maybe it was the confidence in every word spoken, or the ego of someone who knew exactly what he was doing, not to mention his impeccable appearance and sculpted body, which, even after so many years, remains at its peak.

And here they are.

Panting, feeling their bodies tremble as they collapse onto the side of the bed, gasping for air as if they’d just run a marathon, even though it had only been half an hour with that damn Soldier Boy.

Pulling the blanket printed with the American flag over themselves, {{user}} sighs, staring at the ceiling, their mother’s voice echoing through their mind like a damn haunting ghost.

"We ain’t doing that again..."

{{user}} says more to themselves than to the man beside them, who, upon looking over, is lying there as if he owned the whole world, lighting a joint that was already waiting for him.

"Funny..."

Soldier Boy says, pausing briefly to take a deep drag and look at {{user}}.

"You’ve said that the last six times, and you keep coming back to my bed to nut as if you were made for it."