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[imthepilot]

In the last week of Bodhi’s medical leave, he worked himself hard. When he wasn’t in the barrack gym working out, he was studying the specs of his new ship. And when he wasn’t doing that, he was cooking. He had the freezer in Galen’s room stocked with pre-packed meals and ready-made spice blends that could be added to bland meals to make them palatable. As well as restocking his own travelling collection.

He wasn’t sleeping much either.

He was just coming back from the gym when Galen got off work, stripped down and sweaty.

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[galen_erso]

Galen holds on to Bodhi's shoulder as he kicks off his shoes; then, he dips his head to Bodhi's left nipple to lick the salt and seat off it.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi whines a soft sound of pleasure as he toes off his own shoes, pulling gently on Galen's waistband. "In the fresher." He whispers breathlessly, "Please, Galen. I want you inside me."

[galen_erso]

Galen gives a gasp as the waistband hitches on his rapidly rising prick. "Bodhi!"

[imthepilot]

"Please?" Bodhi whispers, kissing Galen softly as he lowers Galen's pants, stepping back to shed his own, equally ready. He takes Galen's hand and leads him towards the fresher, skin still warm and sweat slick from the gym.

[galen_erso]

Galen follows, ready and eager. "Yes!" he promises. "Oh yes!"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi runs the water shower warm, never liking to be cold. He takes a wash cloth and pulls Galen onto a kiss, staring to wash his shoulders and back.

[galen_erso]

Galen stands with his hands on the fresher wall, stretching happily under the mi ministrations.

[imthepilot]

He washes Galen's back slowly, taking in each curve and plane, enjoying the leisurely touch. "Bad day?" He asks softly, easing his thumb over a knot in Galen's shoulder.

[galen_erso]

"Yes," Galen says. "Three hours of holo conference with Krennic."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi turns his lover about to look into his eyes, pulling him into a warm embrace. Three hours forced to be polite to the man who murdered his wife. Bodhi's heart aches for him.

[galen_erso]

Galen leans into the touch, ha gk this head over Bodhi's shoulder.

"Long ago, he used to be a scientist," Galen says. "We studied together when we were young; I mentioned that? But he is only a manager now. He tells us what he wants reality to be like, for the sake of pleasing his higher-ups. If the projects sub-headd such as me try to explain anything that doesn't work, he can't or won't follow. So tomorrow, the poor propulsion team needs to turn over the finished product. Or something the Krennic will declare a finished product. It would be terrible, if..."

He sighs, leaning his face against Bodhi's hair.

[imthepilot]

"Oh, my love." He runs a hand through Galen's hair, holding him close.

[galen_erso]

"We should go climbing again soon," Galen says. "I
To get all this blown out from our brains."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi holds Galen's eyes, looking deep into them. He nods and kisses Galen softly. "I love you."

[galen_erso]

Galen kisses him back, sighing softly with a purely emotional relief.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi strokes Galen's cheek, leaning against the wall and holding Galen close. "I love you. When we go climbing, we can talk. Now, just kiss me."

[galen_erso]

Galen kisses him, gently and slowly, pure emotion slowly seguing into languid sensuality.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi moans softly into the kiss, slowly stroking the curves of Galen's lower back.

It's just the two of them. The rest of the galaxy be damned. Just this. Just them.

[galen_erso]

Galen tilts his hips to press into Bodhi's touch, looking g into his eyes while they kiss.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi pulls him close, their bodies touching as Bodhi deepens the kiss. The warmth and love in it reawakens his desire and he rises against Galen's thigh with a moan.

[galen_erso]

"Bodhi," Galen whispers, running his hand down Bodhi's back, over scars and velvety skin both, a unique and beloved landscape.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi moans warmly. The scars are still strange - a patchwork of scars and skin, sensitive and numbed. He whispers Galen's name, nuzzling Galen's neck.

[galen_erso]

"Oh yes," Galen sighs, leaning back his head and pressing himself into Bodhi's touch.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi grinds against him slowly, just for the pleasure of feeling their bodies meet, the hot water fall over them both.

His touch drifts to cup Galen's ass, kneading the firm flesh softly as he bites a mark low on Galen's collarbone.

[galen_erso]

Skin slides on skin so very smoothly, Galen thinks as he presses his body against Bodhi's, chest to chest, belly to belly, prick to prick.