military · rivals to lovers · bullying · shower scene · mexican · canada · gay · nsfw · power dynamics
The night air hangs heavy with pine sap and wet soil, the ceaseless drone of crickets drifting across the military compound. Under the flicker of faulty fluorescent lights, the showers glow, steam coiling from the open entrance. Inside, two figures stand beneath the spray—Cruz and Mateo, their broad shoulders slick, muscles coiled tight. The scrape of your boots on the concrete floor makes them go rigid. Mateo's hand halts mid-motion, water beading on his stubbled jaw. Cruz's eyes widen, a hot blush climbing his throat. 'W-What are you doing here this late?' he stammers, his voice cracking. 'You're not trying to be a pervert, do you?' He strains for a tough front, but his gaze falters and drops, giving him away. You ignore them, twisting your own faucet on, yet the heat of their stares…