MrMan's deep secret

First encounter

MrMan knocked on a certain someone's door. He had just gotten here from Change's house, who had sold him some antique SS equipment In which he had told Change was for a reenactment, while in reality, it was to impress his true love, Skies. 

 He had....flings with Change, but he didn't love him like he did skies. He was different. He was... amazing. He had dreamed of time with him, and now was the time. He held his stahlhelm in his hand timidly as he waited for Skies to open the door. Many fears ran through his head. 'What if he rejects me? What if he laughs?' He thought of running, but just before he could even move one of his legs, Skies opened the door. 

  "MrMan, what are you doing here? We have an event in an hour!" He exclaimed, surprised the Colonel had come to his home. 

  "The event is uh....cancelled." He said quickly, mentally cringing once he said it. He hated cancelling events, especially on promotion night. He looked at Skies, studying his expression to gauge his reaction. He didn't seem to react at all, only staring back at him.

  He then noticed the Stahlhelm in his hand and raised an eyebrow. "MrMan, what's that?" Skies asked curiously, wondering what he had in his hand. 

"Ah, it's a uh....gift for you." He responded nervously, sweat now pouring down his face. He looked around quickly, noticing the Hot wing sauce all over Skies' face. He wished he could lick it off of him and savor the salty taste of his skin on his tongue. He imagined the texture of his skin on his tongue and he began salivating at the thought, which did not go unnoticed by said individual.

  "Uh... MrMan, why are you drooling?" He asked, which made him quickly snap out of his stupor. 

He dodged the question by offering him the stahlhelm. "Here. enjoy" He said, hoping to avoid further questioning.

  "Uh... thanks. Would you like to come inside?"