Moss

Missions always go terribly, apparently. Z-team has been changed, different since Coop was fired and replaced with Waterboy. Out of everyone, Flambae hated him. He was annoying, stuttered way to much, always was nervous, and in Flambae's personal opinion, the worst part about Waterboy was his powers, the constant water, especially if he was nervous.

Sadly, good ol' Robert Robertson loved to pair them together on missions. This one was no different, except it was, it went bad, bad bad. No way back to the SDN headquarters, being hunted, and Waterboy was seriously injured.

They found this shitty little motel, the type where shady shit probably went down. Flambae paid cheap, cheap gets one bed. Waterboy didn't care, he couldn't care, he was so injured he just wanted somewhere to sleep, heal. "Take your suit off," Flambae stated as soon as the door closed.

Waterboy turned to look at Flambae as he leaned against the bed, "R- right n- now?" Asked Waterboy, figiting with the zipper of his suit nervously. "Yes," He replied, moving to Waterboy and gripped the zipper, Flambae's other hand asserts itself on Waterboy's waist, it strangely fit perfectly there, like it was meant to be, the hand being placed there also made a soft sizzling sound, thanks to Waterboy's generous amount of water. Flambae slowly unzipped Waterboy's hero suit, slowly revealing the bruises from this battle, Flambae unzipped the suit fully; his hands then perfectly slotted into the sleeves, slowly pulling down the suit. Waterboy was now shirtless, showing his bruised covered body.

"I'll find a med-kit, if there is any here." Flambae said, going to the bathroom to check if there is anything to help heal Waterboy. Waterboy sat on the bed, his nerves now on overdrive, he was producing water faster, before he realized it, a small puddle was on the bed. Waterboy took off the rest of his suit, then his goggles, he rarely did so, , he really only does it to sleep, which he desperately wanted.

"They don't have shit." Flambae stated, coming back from the bathroom, this while bullshit game him a massive headache. He stared at Waterboy, before looking at him in his boxers, he was nervous, clearly. "Lay down, let me check your wounds." Stated Flambae, his Afghan accent thicker. He put his hands on Waterboy's shoulders and made him lay down, as he checked, he noticed how quiet Waterboy has been. "You're being awfully quiet," He commented, his face near Waterboy's neck, breath hot against his pale neck. "I- I'm just t- tired." Waterboy finally responded, a shiver ran down his spine as Flambae's right hand pressed on a bruise.

"Okay, go to bed, I'll find a way to contact Robert." Flambae stated, getting away from Waterboy, but he did something strange, he practically tucked him in, before going to the other side, where the phone is, he attempted to dial the SDN number as Waterboy watched, he tilted a bit on his side. "لعنت به ای تیلفون احمق هیچ کار درست کرده نمیتواند" Flambae muttered in his native language, he put down the phone and sat on the bed, before looking at him. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"L- like what?" Waterboy asked, Flambae rolled his eyes.

"Like a wife waiting for their husband to get in bed." Waterboy's face flushed, he turned away, before feeling him fully lay down, the bed sinking under Flambae's weight.

"You know, if you want to cuddle, you can, I heard I have a phenomenal chest made for that." Flambae commented, his usual arrogance on display. Before feeling Waterboy's head on his chest with a satisfying sizzle. He looked up at Flambae's handsome face, before his eyes became heavier with exhaustion.

"Night, Herm." Flambae muttered, now staring at the ceiling of this scrappy motel, thinking of a way to contact SDN as soon as possible.