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[imthepilot]

The medical team moved Bodhi into the room opposite Galen two days later. Still groggy from painkillers, Bodhi sprawls naked across the weirdly wide bed. Officer's quarters. Much bigger beds that the barracks.

Made Bodhi wonder if they were lonelier too.

Strange things like that occur to him at strange times. Probably something to do with the drugs.

At least his back didn't hurt so much any more. And he only needed the oxy if he moved around too much.

But he was here, so near to Galen. And Galen would come see him soon enough. In the mean time, maybe some more sleep was a good idea.

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[galen_erso]

"I can feel your skin where it's not burned," Galen says, softly. "Touch your entire front side..."

And then he blushes under his beard.

[imthepilot]

The thought seemed to occur to Bodhi rather suddenly. "Galen, have you ever... been with a man?"

[galen_erso]

"No," Galen says. "Only ever with Lyra. Why? Are men that different? I am one."

[imthepilot]

"I... I honestly don't know." Bodhi admits, caught out by the question. "I've only ever been with other men. I've never really felt... desire for women."

[galen_erso]

"I haven't felt desire for men, or for women," Galen admits. "Only specific people. It was only every Lyra, and now it's only you."

He bends his head to kiss Bodhi again.

[imthepilot]

"I'm honoured." Bodhi answers, returning the kiss. "I just hope I can live up to that."

He wants to ask about Lyra, to know about their life, the hear about Galen's love. But now wasn't the time. Later. They had all month.

"Help me up?"

[galen_erso]

Galen stands, and extends his hands to Bodhi.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi gets up slowly, taking his time to find his feet. The drugs still have him a little shaky but standing and from the front, it's almost as if nothing had happened.

It is also Galen's first view of Bodhi in fill. Lean as his spare frame implies, there barely an ounce of fat in him. Narrow hips and a flat stomach draw the eyes down. A line of dark hair leading to darker curls and cock circumcised in the Jedhean tradition.

Aware he's on display, Bodhi makes no move to cover himself but his ears flush pink under the scrutiny.

[galen_erso]

Galen does look, extensively and slowly, as he realises he is welcome to.

He reaches out and touches Bodhi's chest in the middle, over his sternum, with just two careful fingers.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi sucks in a breath that becomes a soft pant, leaning a little into the touch. He may have more experience with men, but not with gentleness, not with intimacy.

[galen_erso]

Galen looks at Bodhi's face with wonder. Those big lovely eyes and sweet lips are so incredibly beautiful.

He lifts his hand to touch the hollow between Bodhi's collarbones.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's heart races, trying to process just how good it feels to be touched like this.

But more importantly,to be looked at like this.

"May I... undress you?"

[galen_erso]

"Yes!" Galen says. "I went through the fresher this morning, so the scent of overheated comm boards should be gone from my skin."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shakes his head and smiles shyly, tracing the line of Galen's tunic to the clips under the shoulder seam, folding it open slowly. "You're doing better than me. I still smell like undercooked meat."

He opens the tunic slowly, sliding his hands up Galen's chest to push it off his shoulders.

[galen_erso]

"This feels so very good!" Galen gasps, astonished at the intensity of the pleasure. He feels admired, desired, cherished by that simple gesture -- and for once for his body and soul, not just the useful content of his brain.

[imthepilot]

"You're so beautiful." Bodhi breathes, letting the tunic drop as he steps closer, pulling Galen into a kiss.

He steps back to look his lover over. Lover. They were. They were going to be. They were lovers. It was nearly enough to push Bodhi into needing the oxy again.

[galen_erso]

"I am?" Galen says, sounding puzzled.

But then, what does he know? Bodhi is beautiful, so he might be as well.

"We should take the oxy with us to the fresher."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shakes his head. "You say that as if to comes as a surprise?" He presses a kiss to the hollow of Galen's throat, the curve of his neck.

And then more pressing matters take over and he nods, padding over the fetch the small tank, taking a couple of deep breaths to deal with the winded hollow forming in his chest. Stars, he hates feeling like this.

[galen_erso]

"Better?" Galen says, looking worried.

Bodhi's health takes absolute precedence. Everything else can wait, if necessary.

[imthepilot]

"I hate feeling like this." He admits, taking another deep hit. "The burns I can deal with but feeling breathless like this." He shakes his head. "I'll be okay."

[galen_erso]

"I am glad you're alive," Galen says, softly. "It will get better, but we have to be patient."

He reaches out to Bodhi for a long, gentle kiss.

[imthepilot]

"I'm not always a patient man. Especially with myself."

But he leans into the kiss gladly, threading his arms around Galen's waist. "I'd very much like to see you naked now. Please?"

[galen_erso]

"Do go ahead," Galen says, smiling.

He can provide the patience for them both. Hopefully.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi runs his hands slowly down Galen's sides, lining on his waistband a moment before gently pushing them down. He wants to kneel, to slide Galen's pants all the way off but the burns of the backs of his legs won't let him.

[galen_erso]

Galen wiggles his knees and shins, and then steps our of his trousers.

He looks down at himself, wide, hard planes peppered with pale hair here and there, wondering what Bodhi sees