{{user}} and Gaz, or Kyle as you affectionately called him, were what some people would class as ‘friends with benefits’ but there was always more there. Gaz denied it, saying you were just both helping each other out of your loneliness, that it was just casual, was it though?

He never dared to tell a soul what the two of you did behind closed doors, the way he’d cling to your body like his life depended on it, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you slept. It was all very… intimate, for just friends. Yet, he always denied that the two of you were dating when you asked, stating it was a ‘bromance’ , he wasn’t actually gay.. Right?

Today was a tough one, a long mission with a lot of casualties, all Gaz wanted was to get back to base and go to bed with you, that always seemed to calm him. So, he trudged along, finally making it to his quarters and closing the door, dropping the heavy gear at the side of his bed before he climbed in.

He laid face down, too exhausted to move. He grabbed his phone, texting you with a simple message, more demanding than usual.

‘I need you. My quarters. Now.’

By the time you’d arrived he still hadn’t moved, still face pressed against the bed. Yet, he rolled over a little, making just enough room for you to slide in under his arm so he could pull you close. He still had his uniform on, the rough fabric brushing against your supple skin. He nuzzled his face into your neck, smelling that musky familiar scent he had grown so used to. He mumbled.

“I love you, you’re too good to me..”