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[Bodhi doesn't make any effort to have Cassian leave, and the captain wraps his arm around the pilot instead, listening to the sound of his breathing. Bodhi's nightmares had seemed to lessen when Cassian was in his room. He didn't seem to wake in a sweat or wake startled or panicked in the same ways Cassian had often heard him do from the room beside him while there was an extra weight in his bed.

It seemed to be working, and while Cassian believed that was at least partially due to his activities with Ren, now, it was still an improvement he was happy to help with. The fact that it helped keep Bodhi in the city had been a major factor, but while it didn't help Cassian sleep any more than he already did, having someone else's breathing to focus on made rest come far more easily.

The arm around Bodhi tightened, pulling him back enough that Cassian was sure the contact had to count for Bodhi's incentive. He refused to let the city reps take any of them away before they chose to leave themselves.]

[If he'd properly taken into consideration where his mind is right now, Bodhi would've asked Cassian to leave, if only to spare them both the embarrassment. But he was still focused on anything but that. Instead, his mind was focused on the persistent need for some sort of relief.

Yet another new thing--at least, new in the sense that it wasn't a common occurrence i throughout his months in the city--and Ren was probably correct in that it was a sign of improvement in some fashion. He'd also implied it would be worth talking to Cassian about closely related matters.

He had to wonder whether Ren was onto something or not there.]

Cassian?

[It's quiet, almost a whisper, as if to inquire whether his roommate is still asleep. Bringing this up at all, as nerve-wracking as it is, doesn't seem as bad when his back is to Cassian. He doesn't have to look at him.]

'f I ever needed a different kind of favor would you be willing to help me?

Yes.

[His response is confident and immediate. Given the pieces of conversation Bodhi had been repeating aloud earlier, the question doesn't entirely come as a surprise to Cassian. He remembered his initial surprise when he had learned that Bodhi had been sneaking off, not to fill his incentive but for other reasons, and the concern he had felt when Bodhi asked how long Cassian thought it would take before the city reps came to him about it.

For nearly half a year Bodhi had not sought anyone out, if Cassian was understanding it properly. At least, not in any productive fashion. He didn't have to ask to know what sort of favors Bodhi was asking about, and while he didn't shift to make matters worse, he did pull him tighter to his chest so he could respond more easily and with surety, his voice just as low a whisper, though only to match Bodhi's.]

With anything you needed. You don't need to hesitate to ask. [If they couldn't help each other, they were all fucked. They were a house of broken, war torn pieces trying to pull themselves together into something functional. What good was the city if they couldn't help each other do so?]

Edited 2017-05-10 01:19 (UTC)

[The shifting is either the best or worst thing Cassian could've done in that moment. Bodhi doesn't know how to directly ask for what he needs, not right now. It registers that Cassian has given a blanket confirmation that he'd help with whatever--

But beyond that, Bodhi's at a loss.

Instead, all he can think about is how close the other man is, how firm his body feels against his back, how warm--

There's a strangled noise in his throat, and he shifts some, only to press his face into his pillow.]

[Cassian might have let Bodhi suffer on his own, and not pushed things further than his offer if he hadn't made that noise. The sound is what edges Cassian on, pushes him to take Bodhi's reluctance to voice his own request into his own hands, and he takes that decision literally.]

You can close your eyes, if you need to. [It's the last thing he says, figuring Bodhi won't really want Cassian's voice in his head for the rest of it. Then he's shifting Bodhi to fit him more comfortably against his chest, Cassian's chin digging just faintly into Bodhi's shoulder and the rough of his shadow of a beard momentarily brushing against the thicker hair of Bodhi's own more seemly one.

He slips his other arm under Bodhi's side, using it to keep the other man in place, and pulls back the one draped over the top of him to lick his palm. Not the most hygenic, but Bodhi was likely to deny himself the distraction he claimed to need if Cassian left, especially in this state where he would over think what it meant and why Cassian was leaving.

He doesn't give the pilot more than the time spent rearranging them to protest or confirm before he unfastens Bodhi's pants and slides his hand past the fabric. He doesn't need to look to find what he's looking for. He wraps his hand around Bodhi's cock, and gives him a slow, easy stroke.]

[He doesn't protest the shifting around, and he's at least not naive enough not to understand what Cassian is intending as soon as the other man speaks. There's a spike of quiet excitement, of anticipation, of nerves.

But Bodhi wanted this, needed it. While it was true that this went beyond the realm of his experiences, he was still a human with needs, and he trusted Cassian. For all his faults, he knew that if he told him to stop, or told him to do anything at all, he'd do it.

Bodhi barely manages to suppress the gasp when Cassian's hand comes in contact with his dick, nor can he stop the resulting tremble. He needed this more than he realized.]

[He uses his pinned arm to hold Bodhi firmly against his chest, tighter when Bodhi trembles in his arms. He doesn't make a sound other than his breathing heavier, hot against the side of Bodhi's neck. The slight slickness to his hand makes the movements easier, though if this becomes more than a one time thing he'll have to make Bodhi keep some kind of supplies in his room. He makes a not to recommend it regardless. In case Bodhi brings someone back to his room someday. Or decides to take matters into his own hands.

He keeps it slow and easy at first, just dragging more soft reactions and gasps out of Bodhi with a steady slide of his hand along his dick. But if Bodhi just needed that, he could do it for himself. Cassian had heard him mumbling about the need for a distraction, and he intended to give him a thorough one.

The next time he brought his hand up, he curled his wrist toward the side, just enough to give a firmer tug, and let his hand slide nearly off it entirely, He repeated that several times, just enough to let Bodhi get used to it, and then let it slip out of his hand so he could tease his fingers along the underside, following along until he reached Bodhi's sack, just two fingers brushing over skin.

In part to keep Bodhi experiencing different sensations, and in part to see what other reactions he could get, what areas and sensations he responded to more. It might be the only time he gives Bodhi a hand, but if it isn't, he'll know well how to get the best reactions out of him.]

Edited 2017-05-10 02:31 (UTC)

[The more this continues, the more positively Bodhi responds. He's not even touched himself in this way in what felt like ages, and having someone else do it for him was much more intense. He trembles and spasms, rocks his hips into Cassian's hand.

At some point he winds up gripping his pillow for something to hold onto, but not for long. He might not have the first-hand experience in knowing what to do with himself in these sorts of situations, but instinct told him this wasn't enough.

He reaches back, fingers tangling in Cassian's hair while he turns his head slightly in his direction, not quite enough to do anything just yet, but it's progress. Fortunately he's far enough gone that he's not concerned about the sounds he continues to make.]

[Cassian had shifted to be able to watch Bodhi, his thumb pressing up against the edge and over the tip. He'd agree it was progress. All of it was.

Any time Bodhi's hips started to move too much, or the sounds escaping him grow too frantic, Cassian backs his actions down. He was dragging it out and making it last. The more desperate Bodhi's responses grew, the more confident Cassian was he would at least get a good night's sleep when they were through.

His breathing was heavy, and he pressed his mouth to Bodhi's shoulder to keep from saying anything, as the desire rose to encourage him or tell him to move more as he needed. He didn't want to shatter whatever illusions Bodhi might have built up in his head.]

[It's almost frustrating, the way Cassian teases and changes the pace of things, but in the best way. He's enjoying the build-up and the closeness. It doesn't take long for him to decide to turn all the way, facing Cassian.

Pressed close, his lips manage to find Cassian's in the darkness. It's a ginger kiss, albeit sloppy if only because of the lack of visibility.]

[It's unexpected. He hadn't established any rules with Bodhi, hadn't seen the need, and when he finds the other man's lips against his- he doesn't feel a need to pull away. Bodhi's kiss is almost innocent, a touch desperate as Cassian pulls him apart at the edges.

It's been a long time since he's let anyone kiss him, and with good reason. Feelings made things complicated, and kissing was the fastest way to spiral something simple into a mess. He doesn't think about it like that this time. He lets it linger and presses into it. Bodhi needs this, needs to be dragged out of his head, given something that's his, allowed to build it and hold onto it and Cassian is enjoying the process and the reactions he pulls from Bodhi too much to stop now.

He guides Bodhi through it, helps him move the kiss to something steadier, and lets himself enjoy the tug of fingers in his hair.

The angle is both better and more inconvenient, though, and Cassian shifts to tug his arm free and presses Bodhi down onto his back. He keeps his weight to his knees and his arm, ignores the discomfort of shifting when the tug and slide of his clothes reminds him of how much he enjoys responsive partners, and hovers over Bodhi. The new position gives him easier access, and he makes use of that, even going so far as to lean in to kiss him again, soft but persistent, while he works Bodhi back up to the edge.]

Edited 2017-05-10 04:18 (UTC)

[This position would only be made better if Cassian was flush against him, but Bodhi doesn't pull him closer. He's focused on the kiss--his technique slowly bettering as it continues--Cassian's hand on his dick, the sensation of having his fingers in his hair, grounding him.

It was the perfect distraction, but one that couldn't last indefinitely.

There's little warning before he gets off--his grip on Cassian's hair tightens, his toes curl, the sound he makes against Cassian's lips much louder than any he's made since this started. He's flooded with relief immediately, and in the moments following he struggles to catch his breath, still intent on keeping Cassian close.

Bodhi can't even bring himself to care about the mess he's made of their clothes.]

Edited 2017-05-10 12:01 (UTC)

[Cassian kept stroking through Bodhi's small, jerking movements. The sounds coming from him were addictive, gratifying, and the tug on his hair made a groan escape against Bodhi's lips. It was a good distraction for both of them, and while Cassian was suffering his own issues, he had greatly enjoyed drawing those raw reactions from the other man. He let Bodhi catch his breath for a moment, ignoring the mess, his weight settling on top of Bodhi more firmly.

He gave in to his broken rule, kissing Bodhi again, gentle but insistent as he slid his hand free.]

Doing all right, Bodhi?

[His voice was soft, a bit rougher than usual as he propped himself back up, readying himself to leave so he could change and clean up, and take care of his own problems that he had made worse settling against the warm body beneath him.]

Edited 2017-05-11 06:55 (UTC)

[He can feel Cassian against him, and it says something--what it says is something else entirely--that he's not bothered by Cassian's dick pressed against him. Had he not just gotten off, thinking about that might've gotten him worked up again.

Instead, he's content to kiss back languidly. To Cassian's question, he nods, though it takes him a moment to realize it's hard to see that in the dark.]

Yeah. [And as Cassian gets off the bed--] Do you want me to...? [Something he hadn't done before, but he'd try.]

[Cassian tugged his shirt off, leaning over Bodhi a moment, nearly considering kissing him again just for the offer. He uses his shirt to clean up some of the mess, just enough to make sure Bodhi wasn't going to wake up an uncomfortable mess.]

I've got that handled. [He counters, but he's grateful to the offer. Bodhi was inexperienced, and while Cassian wouldn't hint at thinking as much, he also didn't want Bodhi to get embarrassed, if he wasn't able to do much in his current exhausted and influenced state.

Maybe another time, he thinks, but instead offers.]

I'll be back in a few minutes. You should get some rest.

[He leaves Bodhi to get himself comfortable again, slipping out of the room to find the bathroom. He needed a shower, and a few minutes alone.]

Edited 2017-05-11 07:10 (UTC)

Okay.

[There's no protest from Bodhi at all; Cassian's hardly had a moment to leave the room before he rolls over onto his stomach, sprawling in the middle of the bed. He's sated and exhausted, but in a positive way.

Sleep comes quickly and deeply, with Bodhi hardly stirring as he rests.]

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