imthepilot | (no subject)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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galen_erso

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

That is apparently a grave offense.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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galen_erso

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

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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.

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galen_erso

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

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imthepilot

Bodhi holds him, close and down at the same time. Kissing him till they're both breathless. He winds a hand in Galen's hair, pulling his hair to expose his neck. There isn't much skin left unmarked so he moves out to bite the curve of Galen's clavicle.

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galen_erso

Galen twists into Bodhi's grip, as if to provoke more pressure.

Giving himself to Bodhi like this is so unexpectedly delightful, a celebration of all the ways in which they have changed and still belong together.

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imthepilot

And he gets it. Bodhi growls at the movement, tightening his grip and pinning Galen down.

Bodhi kisses around to nip Galen's ear, his voice dark. "I have nothing to make this easier." His durasteel hand drifts down to splay over the base of Galen's stomach, fingertips brushing the top of his pelvis.

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galen_erso

"Spit and engine grease will do," Galen gasps, impatient and needy.

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imthepilot

Bodhi huffs and rock back on his heel, hand still pinning Galen down. "Suck me." He orders. "Get me good and wet."

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galen_erso

Galen sits up, legs splayed, bends forwards and takes the dark fullness of Bodhi in his mouth.

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imthepilot

Bodhi growls darkly, burying his hands in Galen's hair. He's hard as iron and leaking into Galen's mouth. He tightens his grip, keeping Galen in place as he pumps his hips.

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galen_erso

Galen opens his mouth wide for him and sucks him, slurping wetly.

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imthepilot

Bodhi thrusts and thrusts again, burying himself to the hilt and holding himself there. Just long enough to make Galen breathless.

He draws back, replacing his cocks with two fingers. His flesh ones, for now.