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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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[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

[imthepilot]

Galen's more athletic, harder than he expected. Not that he expected softness but... He looks Galen over, heat in his eyes and love in his smile.

He reaches to touch, to run his hands through the pale hair that downs Galen's chest. Stars, he wants to be on his knees right now. The instinct of his history of back room fumbles and anonymous trysts.

But more than that, he wants to worship Galen, to hear him moan. To find the things that bring him the most pleasure.

[galen_erso]

Bodhi obviously likes what he sees, so there is no point in asking. Instead, Galen dips his head and kisses Bodhi's shoulder, warm and lean and velvety.

[imthepilot]

"Galen." Bodhi sighs, wrapping his arms around to cup the back of Galen's head. He shudders softly, letting the pleasure of the simple touch soak into him. A loving touch.

[galen_erso]

Galen presses close and tilts his chin for another kiss.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi kisses him deeply, trying to keep his breathing even.

He strokes down Galen's sides, cupping his hips. He's starting to grow hard, aware of his cock pressing against Galen's thigh.

[galen_erso]

Galen kisses him again, listening for Bodhi's breathing.

[imthepilot]

His breathing is more ragged that it should be but his fighting it. He doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to let go.

But it's getting hard and he breaks off, starting to cough.

[galen_erso]

Galen still holds him. "Slowly," he says. "We can touch and kiss while you are on the oxy. Your nose isn't that essential for it."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi nods and presses the respirator to his face, half turning away. His head is spinning, breathing deep. He wants to sit down but he know that won't end well. Instead he braces on hand on the wall, head low as he tries to get his lungs to work again.

[galen_erso]

Galen keeps a hand on his shoulder, steadying and calm.

[imthepilot]

It takes Bodhi longer to recover this time. It's getting harder to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry, Galen. We might need to..." He starts to waver, his knees weakening.