Under the cool and crisp starry night sky, Cloud was vigorously and passionately stroking his cock. He was putting his all into this one jerk as if it were the last jerk he would ever do. As his hand moved up and down the length of his shaft, he could feel himself get closer and closer to the edge. With one last thrust , he let out a swift and vicious moan as he felt himself let loose all over his gloved hand. His breathing turned heavy as he looked down at the result of his self pleasure. Realizing he forgot to bring a towel of some kind, he looked around the room for something to wipe his seed on. He noticed a black jacket resting on the back of a beat up couch. Figuring whoever it belonged to wouldn't notice such a stain, he proceeded to wipe himself off with the jacket. Proud with how well of a job he did on himself tonight, he made his way out of the room only to walk head on with a certain red headed Turk named Reno. He groaned and noticed that the red head had fallen straight on his ass.
"Watch where the fuck you're going strife!" He cursed as he got up, and brushed himself off. Cloud offered an apologetic look, and moved out of the way as the red head attempted to push past him. Cloud shook his head and left the Turk alone to do whatever it was he had to do. It wasn't until he got back downstairs that it hit him; the jacket had to be Reno's.
Reno wasn't as stupid as people made him out to be. He had put one and one together and realized what cloud was doing in that room as well as the next day realize what this peculiar white stain on his jacket was. Needless to say, Reno wasn't a very happy Turk.