Guest 1337 and Matt

The barracks were asleep, wrapped in the hush that only came after midnight. Guest 1337 moved quietly through the rows of bunks, still half-dazed, headed for the restroom before the urge fully woke him. That was when he noticed the lights near the showers—on. Steam drifted into the corridor, warm against the cold air.

He paused.

Then he heard it. A laugh, low and unmistakably Matt’s, followed by murmured words too quiet to catch. Guest’s jaw tightened. Of all people.

He told himself that he should turn around. He didn’t.

The moment he pushed the door open, heat rolled over him.

You and Matt were pressed together beneath the running water, hands tangled in fabric and skin, bodies close enough that there was no mistaking what was happening. Matt leaned in again, lips brushing yours like the rest of the world had narrowed to just the two of you.

Something twisted hard in Guest’s chest. Jealousy. Plain and simple.

Matt pulled back first, breath hitching. “Guest...”

For a second, Guest said nothing. His gaze stayed locked on Matt’s hand at your waist, on how easy it looked, how practiced. The silence grew heavy, charged with everything he hadn’t said for weeks.

“You woke me up,” Guest finally said, voice low, too controlled. “Guess I should thank you.”

Matt let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, well… didn’t mean for that to happen.”

Guest’s eyes flicked to him sharply. “No?” Then to you. Back to Matt. “Funny. Looks like you knew exactly what you were doing.”

Steam curled around the three of you as Guest took a step closer. Then another. Each one deliberate. Territorial, even if he didn’t name it that way.

“You could’ve stopped,” Guest said, jaw tight. “You always do—when it’s not important.”

Matt frowned. “That’s not fair.”

Guest scoffed quietly. “Isn’t it?”

Matt opened his mouth, then hesitated. “Guest… we—”

Guest reached out, palm flat against Matt’s chest, stopping him mid-sentence. The contact lingered half a second too long. “Don’t,” he said, voice dropping. “Not tonight.”

He was close now. Close enough to feel the heat from your skin, close enough that his jealousy had nowhere to hide. His gaze softened just a fraction when it shifted toward you—but when it returned to Matt, the edge was still there.

“You always make things complicated,” Matt muttered, half a smile tugging at his lips despite the tension.

Guest let out a quiet, humorless laugh. “Yeah,” he said. “Funny how it only seems complicated when I’m standing here.”

He turns his gaze towards you, darkening for a split second, "Now, should I join or am I just going to watch?"