Gaz prides himself on being the most hygienic member of the team. He doesn't exactly smell of roses after three weeks in the field, but he's at least bathing every other day. And he's not gonna be using crystals as deodorant, Soap.
So it's a little bit ironic that he follows Ghost into locker rooms as soon as they land on home soil. The big man doesn't comment, just removes his gear methodically until he's down to his jeans and compression shirt.
"'lright, Garrick. C'mere."
Kyle bites back a groan as he buries his face in the humid curve of Simon's armpit. His mouth and eyes water at the sharp scent of him, old sweat and antiperspirant and man, his man, big and hot and solid.
Simon's chuckle is dark. Kyle is just glad they landed late enough that there's no one to witness him nuzzling closer before Simon pushes him away to strip down fully for a shower.
