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“How’s this relevant for the war effort?”
Cody grunts and doesn’t dignify that with an answer. Rex mutters something annoyed into inner helmet comms and then promptly yelps as the sand shifts under his footing and he tumbles, collapsing on the reddish, fine-grained mass they are treading on.
It’s maybe kinda funny. Cody snorts, Rex takes a handful of sand and throws it at Cody.
Rude. Behind his bucket, Cody grins, reaches out a hand and pulls his just promoted Captain back on his feet. Rex grumbles something about having not signed up for this but Cody thinks it’s mostly amused.
Their encampment is not that far actually but Cody wanted to have a chance to explore the strange reddish dunes a bit. Because for once they have a couple of days off – not downtime exactly but not full-on war either. This is a convenient way to scout the surroundings while also. Well. Cody swallows, side-eyes Rex who’s bucket is tilted and who seems to be observing tiny rodent-like creatures who are able to sprint around on top of sand.
Rex mutters something about envying them but his voice is warm, even through the bucket.
Cody bites his bottom lip and glances at the surroundings. If the directions his scouts sent are correct…
And yes. A little rocky mound shimmers in the too-bright, harsh sunlight.
”We could take a break over there,” Cody suggests. His voice is thick even in his own ears.
Abruptly, he feels very stupid and awkward. He doesn’t know if this is a good idea, if Rex would even want to do anything like this because – because they are not sweet or cute or even actually together.
He just couldn’t resist the temptation of a moment alone with his Captain.
Rex has stopped admiring wildlife and is watching him instead. Cody shifts, starts walking towards the rocky formation and waves Rex along. “Won’t be far,” he mutters, feeling heat spreading over his cheekbones.
Rex follows.
They climb towards the top of this little haven of not-sand and oh Force yes there is a cave. As promised.
The cave is dim and rocky structures making up the walls are colored in shades of deep reddish orange, shadowy areas closer to copper or bronze. Rex’s curiosity is like a tingle along Cody’s spine and he can feel it in the way Rex steps close, removes his bucket and kneels to slide his gloved hand along the smooth surface under their feet. Cody lets his pack slide off, on the ground and watches Rex. He takes off his bucket and drags a gloved hand over his face. Sweat and fine grains of sand. As the first rays of the setting suns light up the entrance, Rex’s blond hair glows orange, reminiscent of the color in their armor paint.
Cody swallows. Rex lifts his gaze, eyes wide and questioning and beautiful.
“Why did you want to come here?” He frowns. “Commander.”
Now he’s made Rex insecure. Or suspicious. Fuck. Rex is brilliant but easily wary and careful with his boundaries and Cody knows he should’ve kept his distance. He should not get attached because one shouldn’t get involved with one’s subordinates and –
And his mind is blank.
“I wanted to show you this. It sounded like a beautiful place and I – we – I thought you might like it.” Cody inhales sharply. Honesty time, asshole. “Fuck. Rex. I wanted to, because I wanted to have a moment with you. Alone.”
Rex’s eyes are like honey coated gold in the late evening light. They are also narrowed and glinting. Planning the next course of action. Calculating?
A sudden horrifying idea makes Cody’s cheeks flush hot and his chest feels tight. What if Rex thinks it’s his duty to follow his Commander’s orders even in this and what if Rex actually doesn’t want to –
This is a bad fucking idea.
Chapped lips on his chin and a gloved hand on his arm. Cody shudders, sighs and turns, blindly, chases Rex’s touch and lips even though he really should just ask –
Instead he grabs Rex’s shoulders and shoves, pushes him against the rocky wall and crushes their lips together, ignoring everything but the way Rex’s mouth feels against his own, gasping open mouthed as Rex takes a firm hold of his belt and yanks, making Cody’s armored crotch press against his own.
“Is this what you want?” Rex demands, asks, growls against Cody’s mouth and Cody tries desperately rain his arousal in and form words, to ask if this is what Rex wants, but his Captain chuckles darkly and slips his finger slightly under the edges of his codpiece, caressing slowly along what he can reach of Cody’s dick and oh fuck. Cody gasps, can’t stop kissing Rex deeper, more desperate with every teasing swipe of a gloved finger against his throbbing member.
“I think this is what you want,” Rex purrs, shoves Cody so that he gets some space and starts to remove his gloves, followed by pieces of his armor and Cody is only able to stare helplessly as almost-naked Rex turns, drops to his knees and puts his hands on Cody’s armored thighs.
”Want me to blow you? Commander.”
Oh fuck this is how stories about fucked up superiors start, Cody thinks through a haze of lust as Rex’s clever fingers start opening up the seals right next to his cock and further. Cody’s hips buck slightly and he swears, swats Rex’s hands away in panic – he’s not like that, he’d never want to force – and Rex inhales sharply, glances up and freezes.
“What’s wrong – Commander – Cody –Sir, did I do something?” He sounds confused.
Shit. Cody swallows, feeling dizzy. He drops down as well and swears as his rock hard cock is all but crushed under the half-opened plates digging into his skin uncomfortably. He’s hard and panting and only wants for Rex to proceed and swallow him down but fucking hell he will not ever forgive himself if this actually happens to be something Rex does not want to do.
And asking has just never come up.
“Are you – is this. Fuck, Rex, if this is something you don’t wanna do I’ll stop. We’ll stop. And I’ll let you leave – you don’t have to –“ He can’t make himself say it, not after he’s done things with Rex so many times already. Taking what he wanted. He sits down and buries his face in his hands.
”Cody?”
A hand, hesitant and careful, on his temple. Cody forces his eyes on Rex’s and waits for – something.
Something that’s not Rex crawling to him and settling in his lap, straddling his thighs and cupping his cheeks.
”What happened?” Rex’s eyes are bright and he’s so warm. Cody is so weak and he hides his face in Rex’s neck, nuzzles the soft skin there. He can’t not do that, keeps doing it. Shit. He needs to speak. Now.
”You – do you want to? Have you wanted to, this – me fucking you, I mean?”
Do you want me, he should ask, really. This is exactly what Fox meant when he raised his brows and asked Cody if he was certain about Rex.
Cody said sure I am with a smug wide smile. Fox shrugged noncommittantly with that irritating way he has.
Rex in Cody’s lap frowns, pets his cheek and lets Cody lean into the touch. ”I thought you knew. Um.” He averts his eyes and swallows, flushing.
”Knew what?” Cody can barely hear himself with the way he’s only able to whisper the words. His heart is pounding in his ears.
Rex wraps his arms around Cody’s neck and holds him, hugs him close. Breathes against Cody’s ear for a long – too long – moment until he mutters, so very softly.
”I think I’m in love with you – and I do want this. Us doing this. You fucking me. Even though you don’t love me I’m happy to give you this.”
”So I don’t want to stop.”
And it’s the most horrible thing and the best thing ever and Cody is maybe unable to put his thoughts into words but he kisses Rex, soft and gentle and lingersing, breaths mingling. Rex’s clothed dick is hard against his armored belly but he doesn’t dare move, waits and slides his hands along Rex’s flanks, painfully hard himself and wishing for – anything.
Rex gasps quietly and shifts, grinding against him and oh – Cody stares at his face, at his brilliant shining eyes that glaze over as Rex shifts again, more purposefully this time. Cody takes hold of Rex’s hips, hesitantly and lightly and watches as Rex throws his head back, moaning and moving and finally something inside Cody snaps.
”I want you,” he whispers and Rex gasps out a harsh short breath, trapping his dick between Cody’s armor and his own belly and mumbling something incomprehensible.
”Wanted to spend the night here, watch as the suns set, with you,” Cody mutters and stares at the hard outline of Rex’s cock’s through his blacks, his own trying to push its way free from under the half-removed codpiece.
Rex is beautiful and strong and perfect and Cody wants –
He’s had Rex in many ways but maybe he could try to give Rex what he might actually want.
”Oh Force, you’re perfect,” he mutters and slides his hand over Rex’s dick and Rex cries out, jerking and Cody rips open the seals of his blacks, lowers him down on the cold rocky floor and takes Rex in his mouth.
He is flooded with a taste that’s salty and bitter and everything that’s Rex. His Captain. Cody swallows around Rex’s cock and feels the way it throbs until Rex’s hips bucks up and he fucks into Cody’s mouth, into his throat and Cody’s eyes sting with tears but he won’t ease up.
Rex is panting and tensing and he chokes out a quiet ’oh Force’ and then he’s coming in Cody’s throat, shuddering from aftershocks. Cody gentles him down, caressing his thighs until Rex lays boneless in the middle of the cave, reddish sunset light flickering around him.
Beautiful.
Cody wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stands up, removes his armor and grabs his pack. It’s very quiet. Cody’s dick is bursting but he ignores it, setting up a light tent the scouts typically use, adding a sleeping bag on the bottom and a small lantern by the flap. He side-eyes Rex who’s staring at him, now sitting up and slowly tucking his softened dick back in, closing the seals with shaking fingers.
Rex’s eyes linger on Cody’s tenting crotch and he’s so fucking weak but he walks towards Rex immediately, crouching down by his side.
Do this right now, fucker.
He places a hand on Rex’s chin, tilting it up and kissing him. Rex grabs Cody’s head, holds it hostage and licks into his mouth, groaning.
“Wanna do something about this?” Rex snakes a hand under Cody’s half-loosened plate and manages to slide a couple of fingers in his blacks. Rex strokes him, spreading precome over the head of his dick and Cody’s brain short-circuits as sparks of heat shoot up his spine. Rex’s other hand has a tight grip in Cody’s curls and he tugs, toying the line of too hard. Cody is throbbing and wants nothing more than to bury his dick in Rex’s ass, make him scream for all the desert to hear but he shakes his head, tries to clear his mind a little. He fucking needs to focus now.
“I– I wanted to spend a night here, with you. To, you know, watch the suns, stars or oh fuck –“ his train of thought is completely derailed as his codpiece clatters againt the rock and Rex’s fingers curl around his aching dick. Rex strokes him slowly, glances at the tent, sitting in the middle of a cave. Then at Cody, eyes wide.
”Watch the –” Rex blushes all the way up to the tips of his ears. Cody swallows, feels brave.
”Ner cyare,” he whispers and Rex’s hand on his cock stills.
”Oh fuck.” Rex stares, wide-eyed and mouth slightly open and Cody shifts his hips minutely because Rex’s hand is still around his aching dick and it feels too good. He discreetly fucks up into Rex’s fist and gasps as sparks of heat and pleasure spread along his spine and–
Rex keeps eye contact and moves his hand, meeting Cody’s thrusts and oh sweet fucking Force, he’s almost there. Cody drops his head on Rex’s shoulder as he speeds up his thrusts, mindless because everything is this pulsing intense feeling and Rex’s sweat slick skin under his forehead.
He doesn’t know if he’s ever come so hard. He pants on Rex’s skin, aftershocks like tiny orgasms themselves. His hands are trembling as he slides them up, hugging Rex close.
”Fuck, Rex,” he mutters. ”And yeah the sunset because I – I wanted for you to see it.” He must be Corrie red by now. He can be sweet and wickedly charming if he needs to but it seems to be incredibly difficult to be that when faced with this thing inside him that melts when he’s this close to Rex. He nuzzles Rex’s neck and kisses his throat.
”Are we good?” He tries for a smirk, manages a small shy smile. Rex’s answering smile is radiant.
” Yeah. And I do. I wanna watch the suns set with you.”
Cody can feel the flush heating his cheeks but he doesn’t mind. He grins.
They set the sleeping bag over a flat rock by the entrance and watch the suns go down, vanishing behind the reddish dunes. Rex leans on Cody and places his head on his shoulder. Cody drags him close, securing another sleeping bag over their shoulders.
It’s warm and comfortable and the suns are pretty. It’s peaceful.
The tent is even better. Rex insists on both of them sleeping in one of the bags and using the other as a softening layer under them. Cody kisses him and gets distracted, pulls Rex on top of him and remembers to tell him he’s beautiful. Remembers to ask how Rex wants to do this.
Rex riding him, illuminated by the light from their flickering lantern and inky desert sky as a background is an amazing sight and Cody drinks it in, knowing he’ll be able to remember this exact moment for the rest of his existence.
After, in the pitch black darkness that’s the night cycle of a desert planet, Cody wraps his arms around sleeping Rex and breathes with him, heart swelling with warmth. He smiles and breathes his love and adoration into Rex’s skin.
As his eyes slip closed, lids heavy from lack of sleep he thinks about Rex’s words from before and whispers his own love into the silence. Cody thinks he can hear a soft echo of ‘I love you too’ in their own little space as he burrows closer and lets himself sleep.