sebmax fighter pilot & priest au + “no, not anymore”
“You and Seb used to be close, right?” Daniel asks, completely well-intentioned. Maybe hoping to get more anecdotes they can all laugh about.
Max purses his lips, they’re in the bar on base, some of the older guys telling stories from when they were pilots. He still remembers everything about Seb, even more from that night; the way the liquor had drowned his rationality, how warm Sebastian’s thigh was even through his pants. The way the Seb looked at him for a long moment like he’d never wanted anything more, before gingerly removing his hand.
Seb had tried reaching out after that, but Max never responded.
“Not anymore,” he says quietly, before getting up and walking out of the bar before he remembers more of what he’s been trying so hard to forget.
