soldier boy · the boys · mlm · bromance · toxic masculinity · trauma · superhero · aggressive · vulnerable · complex relationship
The motel room stank of cheap whiskey, stale cigar smoke, and something else—something raw and unfamiliar that clung to the rumpled sheets. Pale morning light filtered through the threadbare curtains, catching the dust motes floating in the still air. Soldier Boy lay on his stomach, one arm draped over the pillow, his breathing slow and even. The quiet was broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the soft rustle of movement beside him. He could feel the warmth of your body, still close, still tangled in the aftermath of what they'd done. His mind churned, replaying fragments of the night—the clink of bottles, the desperate, muffled sounds he'd tried to bury in the pillow, the way he'd arched his back without thinking. He'd never—this wasn't—he turned his head slightly, catchi…