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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]

"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.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi moans, taking best advantage of that. Having sex under falling water has been a fantasy of his for as long as he's been old enough to have such fantasies. But he never imagined this - making love, with someone who loved him in return. It's more than he could hope for.

[galen_erso]

Galen bends his head to kiss Bodhi's neck. "How do you want me?" he says, lips moving on Bodhi's slick wet skin.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi draws Galen up into a kiss, deep and loving.

Before turning around, his arms braces against the tiles and his ass pressed against Galen. "This. Please?"

[galen_erso]

"Inside you?" Galen murmurs against the wet, dark hair at Bodhi's neck.

[imthepilot]

"Yes," Bodhi pleads softly, arching his back to press against Galen. "Fuck me, please?"

[galen_erso]

Galen reaches out for some slick, to prepare Bodhi, two fingers gliding smoothly inside him.

[imthepilot]

"Don't... don't worry you're hurt me? Please? I want this." He moans.

[galen_erso]

"I don't want to hurt you," Galen says, adding a third finger.

[imthepilot]

"You won't." He clenches around Galen's fingers. "Please, Galen?"

[galen_erso]

Galen withdraws his fingers.

There are a few moments of only the water falling on them.

Then, Galen lines himself up and pushes right in.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi sings out, moaning richly.

This! This is what he wanted! The heat of the body behind him, the water falling over him, the perfect pleasure of being filled and taken.

And by someone he loves, and loves him too.

Perfect!

[galen_erso]

Galen puts his hands on the wet wall of the fresher, beside Bodhi's chest, and starts moving his hips.

He bends his head to kiss Bodhi's neck again.

[imthepilot]

"Yes!" He pushes back against Galen, skin slapping skin as their bodies met under the water.

[galen_erso]

"I like," Galen pants, "that sound!"

It is rough and crude and so very intimate. He starts thrusting harder.

[imthepilot]

And the echo in the small space echoes, just as Bodhi's moans. "Yes! Fuck me, Galen." His fingers scrabbles at the tiles for purchase as Galen's thrusts hit him just right.

[galen_erso]

"Yes!" Galen gasps, snapping his hips as he speeds up.

One hand covers one of Bodhi's.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's breathing speeds up, hitching sharply as Galen covers his hand. "Galen, yes." He presses back against Galen. "Please, hold me. Just like that."

[galen_erso]

Galen stops briefly to change his stance a little, arm around Bodhi's chest to hold him tight, thumb caressing his pulse.

When he thrusts once more, stutteringly at first, he hits home even more unerringly, thanks to the slight change in angle.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's cries sharpen as Galen's thrusts drives the pleasure out of him. He spills onto the tiles with a shout, clenching tight around around him.

[galen_erso]

Galen follows soon after, burying himself deep into Bodhi as he spills copiously and hotly, with a long groan of utter abandon,