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[imthepilot]

{From here}

Bodhi takes Galen's hand and walks back through the door and back into the base. The cerebration is in full swing, happy shouts echoing from the hall. They run into only one other person on their way to Bodhi's room. The young lieutenant who had escorted Galen earlier.

Nika salutes, eyes drifting from Bodhi's face to their joined hands and back again. "Sir, Dr Erso."

"Lieutenant." Bodhi acknowledges, his voice a tense growl. Ready to deck the young man for a word out of place.

Instead the young man stutters shyly. "Sir?" He starts uncertainly. "I hope- have a good night, sir. You- you've earnt it."

Bodhi relaxes a little, resting his metal hand on the youth's shoulder. "As have you, lieutenant. Now go and enjoy yourself."

The boy nods, freckled cheeks warming with a blush. "Sir, yes sir." There's something about the way he steps aside to let them pass, watching them go. A crush perhaps? Or something more like hero worship?

Bodhi doesn't speak again till they're inside his room, the door firmly closed.

Comments

[galen_erso]

Galen didn't let go the entire way to Bodhi's room. He found Nika's good wishes cutely amusing, but doesn't expect this encounter to be either -- Bodhi is fierce and pent-up and seems ready for some wild and possessive love-making.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi drops his hand as soon as they're inside, pacing like some caged animal. He's still uncertain, unnerved. Holding so much back. "Galen, I-" He flexes his hands, his flesh fingers almost white with tension.

[galen_erso]

"Yes," Galen says.

Yes to whatever Bodhi is going to say. Yes to whatever Bodhi needs or wants.

[imthepilot]

"Damn you, Galen." Bodhi growls. "You're not making this any easier." In a few short strides he's kissing Galen again, hard and demanding. He pushes Galen against a wall, a little harder than he should, holding Galen there as he ravishes his mouth.

[galen_erso]

Being kissed like this, and kissing back fiercely, immediately robs Galen of all power or will to speak, let alone to ask what Bodhi had meant by 'this'.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi grips the front of Galen's jumpsuit, pulling at the thin, cheap fabric. It rips under his metal hand, openings popping under the pressure.

He kisses Galen till neither of them can breathe, breaking off to maul Galen's neck, marking him openly.

[galen_erso]

Galen leans back his head and moans. "Yes! Yours! All yours!"

[imthepilot]

The fabric rips under his grip, growling into Galen's skin. He tears the front of the jumpsuit away, leaving Galen's chest bare from neck to navel. He pulls at the back of the collar, intentionally tangling it around Galen's arms, restricting his movement as Bodhi traces down his chest in a line of searing kisses.

[galen_erso]

Galen arches his back and moans, wanting it -- he loves Bodhi's strength and determination, loves how their dynamic has changed without lessening the desire.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's gotten harder, stronger. His frame is still lean but no-longer wiry or sparse. He grazes his teeth over Galen's nipples, as much a threat as a tease.

If Galen had fought him, protested, cried out, Bodhi might have stopped. But Galen's needy surrender just spurs him on, fuelling his fire.

He rips the front seam of the jumpsuit open further, down to Galen's crotch. His hard metal hand rests on Galen's stomach, holding him in place as his buries the other in Galen's hair. He pulls Galen into another rough kiss, desperate and hot.

[galen_erso]

Galen's cock springs free, aroused and ready, and he moans 'Yes!' once more.

He'd never known that utter surrender would feel so delightful.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi pulls the tattered remains of the jumpsuit down, dumping it pooled around Galen's ankles.

He swaps his hands over, bringing the now warm durasteel up Galen's chest, skeletal fingers splayed over his sternum, pinning him to the wall. He drifts his other hand down, feeling the planes and curves of Galen's body, carding the thatch of hair now greyer than it was, following the line of it down and down, almost agonisingly slow.

Not once does he take his eyes from Galen's, dark and hard with lust.

[galen_erso]

Galen cants his hips, greedy for the touch that doesn't come his cock jumping and filling and leaking wetness already, so very ready.

Almost shamefully, he realises that if Bodhi puts that metal hand on his prick, he is going to come there and then.

[imthepilot]

It would be a test of control if Bodhi did. As it is his strokes down the flat of Galen's thigh, fingertips barely brushing the tangle of straw blonde curls.

Experimentally, he moves his metal hand higher, pressing lightly over Galen's well marked throat to cup his jaw, his cheek. The tip of his durasteel thumb resting on Galen's swollen lips.

[galen_erso]

Galen moans, and greedily moves into the touch. "You," he gasps, "still wear clothes!"

That is apparently a grave offense.

[imthepilot]

"No." Bodhi growls, pressing his metal thumb between Galen's lips, silencing him.

He closes his other hand around Galen's balls, not tight but not exactly gentle.

[galen_erso]

Galen's prick jumps at the touch, and he opens his lips to the metal digit.

Wet from his mouth, it might soon breach his hole. That thought elicits a groan deep in his throat.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi watches Galen, eyes dark and needy. His breathing is even by only the thinnest veneer of control.

"You want this." He curls the fingers against Galen's cheek, pumping the digit slowly into Galen's mouth. It isn't a question, more an observation of the unexpected. It surprises him, that Galen would desire that part of him. That the touch would turn him on.

[galen_erso]

Bodhi usually is so shy with that arm that its touch, even rough and strong, is a special intimacy, and an arousing transgression.

"Yes!" Galen gasps, around the metal touch.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi drops both his hands, staring at Galen. Galen naked and straining. Galen whose throat and shoulders are mottled with marks.

Galen who wants him - broken and changed as he is.

"On the bed." Bodhi growls, his voice rough and breathy. "On your back."

[galen_erso]

"Oh yes," Galen sighs with pleasure, hurrying to comply.

He is on the bed and on his back in no time, spreading himself for Bodhi, prickmstanding up like a flagpole, quivering.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi watches him, just- standing a moment. Then he starts to undress. Slowly.

It's not meant as a tease. Bodhi just takes his time, folding his clothes as he goes. There's feline grace that wasn't there before. A purposeful directness. And all of it is tuned in on Galen.

The body Bodhi revels is harder than Galen may remember. Harder and more scared. A blaster burn across the back of one thigh, a hooked knife scar over his abdomen, a scattering of shrapnel marks across one pec.

Bodhi stalks over to the bed and rests his metal hand over Galen's throat before leaning in and kissing him. Dominantly hard.

[galen_erso]

Galen watches him, motionless, eyes glued on Bodhi's body; when he comes close, Galen reaches for him.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's grip relents, shifting away from Galen's throat and down his chest. One knee on the bed, he leans into the kiss, letting Galen embrace him.

[galen_erso]

Embrace might be putting it mildly -- Galen pulls at him, opening himself, greedy and needy and hard.