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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 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.

[galen_erso]

"Sit down, breathe, and wait?" Galen says. "Then we'll do that. No reason to be sorry. I'm glad we're both alive and kicking. Also, you're doing this with a bare minimum of bacta. On a core world, you'd still be in a tank."

[imthepilot]

He nods and kneels on the bed, unable to sit. He takes a few more deep breaths, shifting to lay down at the oxy makes his vision swim. "I'm just... a need to rest... just a minute."

[galen_erso]

"I will be here," Galen says, getting a blanket to wrap around himself.

Then, he lies down beside Bodhi again.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's eyes slip closed, the respirator tight to his face as he gives over to exhaustion and regret.

More than once, he wakes up coughing, the mask having slipped.

In the morning, he wakes badly, his breathing rough and his throat raw.

[galen_erso]

Galen helps him when he coughs at night, gentle but with few words, and is still there in the morning, beside Bodhi on the bed, reading.

"Hey, you!"

[imthepilot]

"Hey." He croaks, his voice scratching. "I think I need to see the medic. Something isn't right."