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Playa del Alba, or Beach of the Dawn—a Caribbean coast located a few miles northeast of Puerto Limón, away from all of the usual bustle that took place offshore on a certain plant they didn’t want to think too hard about, as that’d ruin the very purpose of their getaway, at least Kaz claims.

Cliff faces encompass the area, and various small-scale and rocky islands go just beyond the shore. Some coconut trees are around the area as oil drums and logs are scattered about; a wooden pier extends by the vast and twinkling sea, where an afloat buoy could be seen in the water nearby.

Snake remembers the beach well, and so does Kaz. It’d be impossible not to; it’s hard to not think back on past training sessions taking place on the shore—their dilapidated cabin that frequently had been put through the wringer by leaks during rainstorms, and most notably, his and Kaz’s budding alliance during the time the base camp essentially hung on by a thread.

Snake’s trance is broken by a sudden, warm weight that lies on his left shoulder. He knows precisely who’s there; he casts a glance in his direction, his features inscrutable as his eye fixes itself onto Kaz’s seemingly bright expression.

“There you are,” he says to Snake. 

Kaz—in his black swim briefs that cling to his hips like a second skin—smiles at Snake, his white teeth on full display. He withdraws his hand from the other’s shoulder and rests it on his own hip, gazing towards the expansive sea that flows steadily.

Snake’s gaze briefly skims over Kaz’s frame, silently acknowledging his choice in swimwear—2” swim briefs—a bit of a contrast with his own swimming boxers. Yeah, of course , he thinks to himself, aware of the man’s pride in his build and overall appearance. There’s a reason why he’s immensely popular among the women.

“Beautiful scene, huh, Snake?” he suddenly asks and doesn’t wait for a response. “I told you we should come out here sometime. It doesn’t get better than this.” 

He nods. “Yeah,” is all Snake responds with. He follows Kaz’s line of sight, slowly breathing in the salty air, treating the air as if it were something that refreshed and restored his lungs. Maybe Kaz was onto something when it came to watching the horizon—far away—as an escape.

The sand shimmers beneath the glow of the sun, which slowly begins its dip into the horizon; muted hues of orange and blue taint the sky as the sound of lapping waves fill the still silence. A light and cool breeze blows, causing Snake’s hair to stir slightly.

Kaz sighs with contentment, his hand smoothing over his coiffed hair, a faint smile still lingering on his lips. He looks over at Snake, desperately wanting to know what’s on his mind, even though he knows he probably won’t figure it out.

He folds his arms across his chest. “You’re a bit quiet there.” 

Snake shrugs his shoulders, giving a lazy grunt of acknowledgment. He’s not sure what he expected from Kaz and his ‘astute’ observations. Kaz fights the urge to roll his eyes at Snake’s silence as his eyes flicker over the man’s side profile, observing how he thoughtfully observed the horizon before them. 

He then huffs, feeling at a loss. “Damn, it’s like I can never figure you out sometimes, Snake.” 

The older man’s attention is caught, and slowly, his eye finds its way back onto Kaz, noticing signs of mild frustration. He doesn’t understand what’s there to ‘figure out’ about him. Often, he finds himself being the center of people’s curiosity—others try to solve him despite him not wanting to be figured out. Really, he’s just confused most of the time.

“Easy, Kaz,” he mumbles in an attempt to simply mellow him out with very few words.

“ Easy? I am taking it eas—”

“I’m just taking in the view you kept talking about.”

“Okay, but wait, it’s not just this instance I’m talking about.”

“You talk too much.”

“... Yeah, yeah. Okay. My bad.” Kaz sighs and takes a deep breath in.

Snake looks at him again, perplexed by his attempt to calm himself down, which he finds ironic, considering the blond made ‘rest and relaxation’ the number one rule of their getaway. The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes how Kaz truly needs this getaway more than he does, despite the younger man trying to spin it the other way around.

The two stand, their feet planted on the warm sand. A peaceful breeze continues to blow. Snake shuts his eye for a moment, taking deep breaths in and out, like Kaz did. He’s never taken the time to stand and enjoy nature—see it for what it is without anything tainting the scenery. For once, he drops his guard and doesn’t consider vigilance. Memories flash through his mind in muted blues, greens, and oranges.

Snake hums to himself as a thought occurs to him. “Deja vu.” 

Kaz glances his way with a raised brow, not catching on the first time. “Huh? What’d you say?”

Snake opens his eye, looking over at his counterpart. For a few seconds, he can see Kaz’s inquisitive eyes beneath the shaded lenses of his aviators, and the sight is striking, to say the least. It’s not often he catches glimpses of his eyes. Even in the communal showers back on base, the younger man would keep them on, whether it’s an accident or not.

“Deja vu,” he repeats, watching Kaz’s expression flicker into one of subtle surprise. 

“ You, of all people, getting deja vu?” he questions with a wry chuckle. “I never even knew you could feel emotions like that, boss.”

Snake stares at him for a moment longer, finding the other’s response to be somewhat naive. He’s capable of emotions—basic emotions. It often comes to him in strange colors or jumbled up words that desperately try to fit into his brain’s missing description, but it doesn’t matter to him. It’s not something he spends hours putting thought into.

He turns and faces away from the sea. A wooden stairwell that leads directly to the cabin’s entrance, slightly up a hill, comes into view. His gaze trails upward, taking in the decrepit cabin’s side. The MSF banner is gone as well, and he notices it quickly. He’s not sure if he misses the place or not. They still came around the area for entrance exams anyway. 

Kaz follows Snake’s line of sight, subtly smiling as he assumes the older man is reminiscing. He comes a few steps closer, an exaggerated sigh slipping past his lips as he places his hands on his own hips, taking in the view for himself as well. 

“Miss it?” he asks. “I sure don’t.”

“Hm.” Snake takes a moment before continuing. “Just looking.”

“... I mean, seriously, I thought it was a miracle when you took Gálvez’s offer that night.”

He nods. “We didn’t have much of a choice. Place became a mess anyway.” 

“Yeah, you’re right.” Kaz’s a bit thoughtful. He looks at Snake, who keeps his pensive gaze fixed on the cabin’s side view. With a brisk clearing of his throat, he thinks of something else to say. 

A very humbling memory occurs to him, causing him to snicker and bite his bottom lip. Snake instantly looks his way as his brow quirks, clearly waiting for an explanation. Kaz smiles with amusement and folds his arms across his chest.

“Geez, Snake, remember the amount of buckets we’d have around the cabin for the leaks?”

The older man smirks faintly. “How could I forget.”

Kaz sees Snake’s smirk and feels a bit of warmth blossoming in his cheeks. Thank God it’s getting dim out here, he thinks. The older man doesn’t need to be aware of the effect he has on him.

“Yeah. That made me wonder why you were so… insistent on staying.”  

“It didn’t matter to me. We had resources for the issues.” Snake gave a shrug.

“But easily living comfortably for everyone was a better option. You know, not having to go the extra mile for basic security.”

“Alright. That’s all in the past. It doesn’t matter.”

“Eh, sure, boss.” 

Their gazes return to the decayed cabin, each of them reflecting on their own memories. Kaz can’t help but grow a bit antsy with the silence buzzing between them. He wants to say or do something—anything. The air is so still, he wonders if Snake could hear him gulp. 

He glances around, and his eyes find their two laid out towels in the distance, along with a fairly small bag next to one of them. An idea occurs to him, and he looks at Snake, draping an arm across his shoulders with a smug smile, pulling him close in a friendly manner.

“I’d say that’s enough nostalgia for the evening,” Kaz says like the charmer he is.

Snake tenses slightly under his arm, shooting him a quick and questioning glance. He tries not to acknowledge Kaz’s faint yet striking scent of cologne, the warmth of his skin against his own, or the weird, inexplicable feeling that comes over him that’s adjacent to safety. He ignores all of it.

“C’mon. Let’s actually relax.” He tugs him along to their towels in the distance, a bit prideful since Snake follows him without any protest.

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Kaz sighs, utterly content with the moment. His back is in contact with the soft towel beneath him, and the sun’s nearly dipped entirely below the horizon by now. When he looks to his left, he can see Snake relaxing beside him with a less tense air about him.

“This almost feels like a dream.” He pulls up his shades, resting them at his forehead to prevent them from totally slipping off backward.

Snake grunts in agreement. Silence settles between them before the older man holds himself up on his elbows, looking over Kaz’s half-bare form—a very well-defined form at that. His skin is smooth and appears a bit pale underneath the soft, silvery light from the night sky. He skims his eye over Kaz’s lack of scars—battle scars, to be exact. He comes to realize that they’re far more different than he thought, but he’s always been reminded of that fact whenever light plays off the man’s silver rolex, blinding him with its glare.

It registers to him that he’s thinking about his friend far too much. Speak. You’re way too in your head again , thinks Snake.

“Kaz.”

“What is it?” He keeps his gaze up to the sky, thinking about how the stars laid out across the dark canvas looks somewhat like twinkling sugar.

“I didn’t need a towel.” 

Kaz lolls his head to the side to meet his gaze, not taking his words too seriously. He slides his shades back down, and Snake’s a bit disappointed, but at the same time, it grants him that mysterious air again. It’s the salient part of his appearance.

“Sure, sure… you always don’t need or want anything. You’re really strange sometimes. Actually, I mean all the time.”

“No. It makes sense. I’m used to zero accommodations anywhere—procuring things on sight.” 

Kaz snickers. “Like the wild, huh? The jungle ?” 

“Yeah.” Snake shrugs.

“Well, you’re not in either of those places. You’re at the beach. Plus, everyone uses a towel at the beach. It’s tradition.” 

Touché, Snake thinks to himself as he averts his gaze.

“But it’s not hot.” 

“It’s tradition, Snake.”

“Tradition. Right.”

A few beats of an inert silence flies by, leaving the two of them to reflect on thoughts of their own. The direction of Kaz’s musings goes to Snake, and he swiftly remembers something he wanted to show and tell him.

“Oh, that reminds me…”

Snake looks his way. “What?”

Kaz promptly sits up and reaches for a bag on his right—an olive haversack with beige straps. He lifts up the front flap and feels around, a proud hum emanating from him once he finds what he needs. He pulls out two small items—a cigar and a lighter. He faces Snake, appearing expectant. The older man looks at him, immediately detecting what he’s holding.

“Brought your two favorite things in the whole world.” 

He props himself up on his elbows again, and a flicker of appreciation is seen in his eye. “Huh, thanks.”

He grins at the apparent display of appreciation in his eye. It wasn’t often he received such a sincere look. Not minding any of it, he glances down at the fresh, wrapped cigar and perks up as he remembers something yet again.

“Oh, the cutter. I forgot. One second.”

Snake nods, and Kaz reaches into the haversack again, pulling out the cutter. It’s cool, light in his hand, and the polished exterior seems to be growing dull due to how many times it’s been used. 

Kaz gets to unwrap the cigar. Snake sees his concentrated expression and sits up, inching closer to him. He tries to bite back a smirk as he abruptly takes the items. The younger man looks at him, a bit dumbfounded and somewhat flustered that he took it into his own hands; that mildly nervous feeling amplifies itself when he processes how close Snake is to him.

“I got it.” 

“Yeah? Okay.” 

Snake does the usual—cutting the tip of the head off, warming it up with rotations for a few seconds before he eventually places it between his lips, holding the flame to the tip until smoke enters his mouth. Kaz pulls his shades up to his head and watches the entire thing, a bit in awe as he sees just how easily he handles his cigar. Sure, he’s seen it before, but the intimate atmosphere set a different tone to it this time around. He has a feeling this scene won’t leave his memory in the future.

A rich, earthy, and fertilizer-like aroma fills the space between them, and Kaz quietly breathes it in as much as he can. It’s a familiar scent he strongly ties to Snake, and he wouldn’t fully admit it, but it brings him comfort each time. He yearns to fully commit it to memory. 

He continues to gaze at Snake, drinking in the sight of him. His hair is down and not being held back from the usual bandana, which frames his face just right. Kaz’s a bit conflicted; he finds him to be a fine piece of work, even though he’s not close to being the usual person—more like a woman—he’d go for.

“Thanks.”

“Huh?” Kaz takes a second. “ Oh . Yeah, it’s— it’s no problem.”

Snake nods, continuing to puff on his cigar. A long silence stretches on before he finishes up with it, putting it out on the sand to let it die out. He then lies down, turning his head to look at Kaz, his eye tracing the outline of the man’s frame.

The blond meets his gaze as he sits back with his hands splayed out behind him. He feels the cool breeze brush against his body, and his gaze pans away from Snake’s.

“Snake.”

“Yeah, Kaz.” 

“Ever wonder how things would be if our lives were not so… I don’t know, different from most people’s?”

“Can’t say I haven’t.” He still looks at him. “What do you mean ‘different’?”

“Ah, well, something less chaotic—less nuke talks, less explosions… stuff like that.”

Snake smirks as if he’s playfully bitter. He looks up towards the darkened sky, observing the vast abyss dotted with shimmering celestial bodies that appear as mere specks. Before he conveys his thoughts to words, he traces the stars in the sky and tries to connect them.

“We can always find moments without chaos, Kaz. It’s not often, but it’s there.”

Kaz blinks, somewhat touched by his seemingly positive outlook. He looks over at Snake and props himself up on his side, facing him. 

“Think so?”

He nods. “Know so.”

“That’s… that’s a pretty good way of looking at it, Snake.” 

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’re right. It’s just hard to remember that. Everything’s been moving insanely fast lately.”

“Mhm.” Snake’s interjection is soft in understanding. “I don’t remember the last time anything’s been ‘easy’, Kaz.”

They both lock eyes; the air surely becomes charged with an undeniable electricity, and it hums between them the longer the moment stretches on. Kaz feels his skin tingle oddly, and Snake’s gut stirs—a sensation he nearly didn’t remember, but it comes back tenfold. 

A compelling force draws Snake to Kaz, like how a magnet would for steel. Their connection sizzles, and there’s been something he wants to try tonight—let it take the edge off for the two of them.

His eye darts from Kaz’s eyes and down to his lips, a bit of curiosity looming over him. Thump thump, his heart goes as it races overwhelmingly faster. He tries to contemplate his next move; he wants to make advances, but he’s not sure if it’s a smart idea. The blond’s evidently curious himself.

“Kaz,” he mumbles and shifts onto his side in a languid manner.

“Yeah? What is it?” 

“Uh.” 

Snake struggles to say anything, and Kaz’s brow starts to raise. Before he responds more, the older man leans in for a kiss. Kaz freezes, the feeling of another man’s lips ringing completely foreign to him. But it’s Snake. He can get used to it.

The kiss is fairly chaste with mild reluctance. Snake’s lips feel precisely how he thought they would—a bit dry yet soft; he can smell the familiar scent of Cuban cigars on him. His heart’s nearly beating out of his chest, but he gradually eases up and puts a hand on the other’s nape.

Snake reciprocates, his hand slithering to the back of Kaz’s head. He feels his soft strands beneath his palm, and he gets to carding his fingers through his hair. The latter enjoys his touch, and he leans more into him, his touch now lingering on his shoulder, squeezing the well-sculpted muscle there.

Goosebumps ripple throughout Snake’s skin, and shivers travel down his spine with each touch Kaz grants him. It only adds fuel to his growing flame. The younger man’s touch carries evident interest and curiosity as he explores his body, clearly mapping it out with growing fervor—as if he’s been savoring precisely how it feels to have him underneath his grasp.

He sighs into the kiss as the heat rises, and Kaz shudders as the man’s warm breath fans across his lips. He pulls himself closer before Snake pushes him onto his back, their kiss not breaking apart just yet.

Snake grunts with satisfaction, moving to hover over him, inserting himself between his legs in the process. Kaz’s breath hitches with the pleasant surprise of actually feeling him shift against him; every grind against his cock sends intense rushes of heat course through his body, and he keeps pulling Snake close to him, not wanting that feeling to cease.

They kiss for a moment longer; he swipes his tongue at the seam of Snake’s lips, eliciting a grunt from him, his lips eventually parting. He deepens the kiss, their tongues brushing against each other’s in eager motions. Snake carries on with rocking against Kaz’s hips, earning a small grunt of pleasure from him. He can feel both of their erections growing—straining, and he tells himself there’s nothing to lose at this point. 

He breaks off the kiss, panting slightly. It’s not easy to see it, but his cheeks are immensely warm and flushed—so is Kaz’s. Snake’s chest heaves; he lowers himself onto his elbows, their bare chests pressing together.

Kaz tries to catch his breath, but it keeps slipping away from him. He regains his composure after a few seconds, looking up at the older man with some amazement.

“Boss… I didn’t know you—”

He shakes his head. “Shut up, Kaz.” 

“Wait, but—”

“Don’t. We’ll think about this later.”

The blond grins smugly and shifts his hips upwards, his lips parting as he experiences the pleasure of rubbing his nearly-hard yet clothed cock against the other man’s. A low hum rumbles in Snake’s throat, slowly reciprocating the movement.

“Oh, fuck,” Kaz whispers.

Snake leans down to place warm and wet kisses along his neck, nipping at it in the process. Kaz tilts his head back as a breathy groan slips past his lips. 

Each kiss contributes to Kaz’s ecstasy. He feels Snake’s hand slide down to his hip, gripping it lightly as he grinds against him, still embracing his neck with his lips. The feeling causes him to shudder as the man’s beard pricks him with each nuzzle.

Snake’s chest heaves again, his breathing growing heavier. He lifts his head up and kisses the other’s jaw, smelling the faint traces of cologne. His hand slides up to his waist, keeping it there for a moment.

“Like that?” he asks, his breath lightly brushing against his skin.

“God… yeah I do.” 

He gives a pleased grunt, backing away from his neck; he holds himself up on his hands and glances down at Kaz’s figure, a familiar heat beginning to pool in his core just at the mere sight. He’s already gotten him so hot and bothered, and Kaz gazes at him expectantly, as if he craves more of what he’s been given.

“Already,” he remarks in a low tone, eyeing Kaz’s erection. 

The other stammers for a bit, somewhat flustered. “What? You also ha—” 

He cuts him off and smirks. “I didn’t even really touch you yet.” 

“Oh, shut u—”

Snake reaches down and palms at Kaz’s tent in his swim briefs, intently watching him. Kaz softly gasps, and he wants to moan, but he shuts himself up and bites down on his bottom lip to prevent embarrassment. He sighs, shifting his hips upwards as he grows more desperate over the older man’s touch. Snake can feel his cock twitch beneath his palm; his touches grow more firm, and the other writhes underneath his grasp.

He leans down to capture his lips in a kiss, and Kaz accepts it, moaning into his mouth. Snake drinks in every moan—every sigh that slips past. Kaz feels as if he’s getting closer already, and he reaches down, beginning to also palm at the other’s clothed erection. 

The action causes Snake to groan, obviously pleased. He breaks away from the kiss, relishing the way Kaz firmly grasps his cock. They both can feel just how much their arousals strain against the fabric of their swimwear. With how bothered they’re getting, it begins to feel stifling.

Snake slows down and so does his counterpart. Their gazes meet. It’s that moment that makes the two of them more than aware of their absolutely aching arousals. Kaz—being immensely impatient—sits up and gives the other a push, forcing him to sit back.

Snake’s brow immediately raises, but he parts his legs as the other straddles his lap. He swallows thickly, his hands reluctantly placing themselves on Kaz’s waist, feeling his warm skin beneath his palms.

“You’re warm,” he says in a hushed tone, pulling his body closer as he stares up at him. 

He wraps his arms around his broad shoulders with a faint smirk. “Well… I’d hope so.”

“You know what I mean.” Snake’s hands slide down to his lower back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “You’re burning up.” 

“Ah, that’s normal. I mean…”

Snake grunts, wanting to steer him away from potentially over-explaining things. He leans in and kisses along his pectorals, closing his eye as he relishes the feeling of his warm skin against his lips.

Kaz inhales sharply, not expecting his kisses there in the slightest. His hand goes up to the back of his head, pushing his head a bit further into his brazen chest, wanting the older man to nuzzle his face against him completely.

He complies and continues kissing around his chest, eventually darting his tongue out and licking at Kaz’s hard nipple. The action earns him a brisk gasp from the other, and he brings a hand up to his unattended nipple, swiping a thumb over it.

Kaz sighs, his abdomen trembling at the feeling of it all. His body becomes overrun by goosebumps as he shudders against Snake’s warm and moist kisses; he’s nearly staggered by how easy it all comes to the other.

“Oh, what the hell, Snake,” he mumbles in mild disbelief with a breathy tone.

Snake looks up at him, his hand sliding down to his hip. He gives it a light squeeze, and he can feel Kaz squirm slightly in response. “What is it.”

“I just think you’re full of surprises is all.” Kaz chuckles somewhat nervously, a tinge of pink in his cheeks. His erection aches painfully, and so does Snake’s.

“Right.” He smirks to himself, a bit prideful. Truthfully, he’s not sure what he’s doing entirely.

Kaz leans down to kiss him, their lips meeting fervently. He runs his hand through the older man’s hair, deepening the kiss to taste him just as much as he can. Snake’s elated—he growls against his lips, his hands eagerly grabbing at wherever they could. 

He shifts, moving to get off Snake’s lap. He breaks off the kiss and pulls away slightly, and Snake almost reaches out for him, reluctant to let there be distance between them. A pleasant surprise catches him off guard when Kaz lies on his stomach, his face unbelievably close to the certain tent straining against his swim boxers.

“You ready for this?” Kaz asks with excitement that’s clear as day.

Snake’s somewhat baffled, but he doesn’t show it. He blinks and stares down at him, an intense stirring occurring in his gut.

“Yeah.” He leans back on his hands and braces himself. “Just don’t bite me.”

Kaz’s brow raises. “What? You think I’m gonna bite you?”

“I don’t know. You’re full of surprises.” 

“That’s…”

“Get on with it already.” He reaches up and grabs a handful of the blond’s hair.

Kaz grins as slips his pointer and middle finger underneath the band of Snake’s swim boxers. Anticipation whirls in both of their cores as the younger man deliberately goes with a slower and cautious pace. He feels the grip on his hair tighten slightly; he grunts in some annoyance and decides to be straightforward and whip Snake’s cock out, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around the warm shaft.

Snake hums lowly with pleasure, taking a deep breath in as he takes in the sight of the other—between his legs, holding his member as if it’s the most important thing in the world. He slowly strokes Kaz’s hair, his lips slightly parting in subtle amazement.

Kaz is ecstatic. He groans in pleasure at the mere sight. Snake’s phallus—tan, wide, uncut and a muted pink head with precum bubbling from the glans; he curses under his breath at the sight. His still-hard cock aches immensely as more arousal rushes through him. He then smirks and opens his mouth, his lips wrapping around the head of Snake’s cock. A low purr buzzes in Snake’s throat, pleased but not feeling quite enough. 

“More, Kaz,” Snake demands.

Kaz’s brows furrow but he keeps the pace and depth moderate. He gradually takes in slightly more, his tongue beginning to lap over the tip of Snake’s cock. The older man breathes a bit heavier and pushes his hips upwards, thrusting into his mouth slowly but surely. 

He moans, the sound muffled by Snake’s length being instilled in his mouth. The warmth enveloping the older man’s cock is almost too great to bear, and pleasure surely takes over him. Kaz grunts, reaches downwards and slips his hand into his swim boxers, palming and stroking at his own member. 

Snake’s delighted with his compliance, and he relishes the sight of Kaz pleasing himself. The thrusts go deeper, and Kaz completely takes as much length of his as possible, feeling his cock continuously hit the back of his throat. His throat begins to burn, his eyes water slightly and breathing is completely manual, but he’ll do anything to keep him like this. He gags at times, not used to something thrusting so far down his mouth, but he’s nothing if not a great adapter.

The older man’s groans become more frequent, and he grips Kaz’s hair even tighter, forcing his head to bob up and down—to take his cock down even more than before. Kaz moans and keeps taking all of his length, as he desired, pleasing himself in the process. 

Snake plunges his cock into his throat at a scorching pace, the vibrations of Kaz’s moans against his member only adding to the pleasure. Finally, he comes deep in the younger man’s mouth with an elated yet stifled grunt, slowly pulling his hips back. Kaz moans as he finishes as well, his energy running low as he slowly pulls his hand out of his briefs. He swallows all of Snake’s cum down, panting as Snake withdraws his cock, a string of cum and saliva following from his lips to the other’s glans.

“Shit, Snake…” Kaz sits up in a tired manner, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

Snake sighs deeply. He feels as if his world has changed. His head’s clearer; his body’s strangely lighter. He starts to realize, maybe all he needs is a blowjob—from Kaz specifically—to take the edge off—no beaches necessary.

He wipes sweat from his brow and smirks subtly. “You’re pretty good at that, Kaz.” 

“What?” he rubs the back of his neck. “Think so?”

Snake pulls up his swim boxers. “Yeah. You got me off, didn’t you.” 

“Well, I did. Sure.” Kaz turns his head to the side and hides the grin that threatens to betray his true feelings.

Snake nods, his gaze fixed on Kaz. What they’ve done was completely unorthodox between a commander and his XO, but he struggles to care too much. The younger man appears to be the same way after all.

“You know, I’ve never done that before.”

“That’s hard to believe.”

“Hm? No, I’m serious! I don’t do that for guys .”

“Except for this time?” 

“Well, I—”

“This probably won’t be your last time, Kaz.”

“What—?”

They both stare at each other in silence, one’s in disbelief, one’s a bit lost—they make the perfect pair. With a few more moments of still silence, Kaz sighs and shakes his head, slowly getting up and readjusting his briefs. 

“I’m gonna go wash off.” He heads for the ocean.

Snake smirks to himself again and gets up, wanting to join Kaz—to wash off too, of course. 

“Yeah, I’ll join you.” He catches up to him, both of them in mutual agreement to probably never think about or bring that moment up for a while.

What a day.