“Oh, fuck…”
The last few inches are a stretch but it’s more than worth it to be settled on Vos’s hips, that new dildo filling him deeper than he thought possible. Fuck, but it’s good. The swelling Quinlan ran his fingers over so reverently when they’d started presses right against Faie’s prostate and little gods, he’s never been so close from so little. It’s good and the burn of it all has his eyes rolling back just a bit.
“Shit, Vos, so big.” He rolls his hips, pressing his Jetti into the bed and squeezing him between his thighs and trying to ignore the near-blinding urge to start riding Vos for all he’s worth. He wants this to last.
Vos doesn’t have the same restraint. He’s been trembling and moving his hips in jerky, desperate little hitches since Faie started working the dildo into himself, and as Faie grinds down again Vos ruts up into him with a breathy moan. Oh, oh, that hits something inside Faie, something sensitive and deep and his cock jerks against his stomach, smearing precum over his abs.
“Vos,” he snaps. “Be good.”
All that gets him is another desperate noise and a second, shallower jerk of Vos’s hips. Faie cracks his eyes open and glares down at his Jetti and oh he is a sight with his hair spread across the sheets and his face creased with pain-pleasure and his hands white-knuckling the duvet. Faie wants to see him cry.
Vos blinks up at him with blown brown eyes. “Faie, please.”
“Please what? What do you want? Do you want me to fuck you? That’s not what tonight’s about, sweetheart.” He reaches down and circles the pad of his thumb around Vos’s nipple.
“Faie!”
This time, when Vos’s hips jerk up into his, the pleasure’s just a bit too bright to ignore. With a gasping curse, he braces himself on Quinlan’s chest and starts to ride him for all he’s worth.
It’s been a long time since Faie’s bottomed. Since almost the start of the war, actually. Some civvie on some outpost in the middle of nowhere with a big attitude and a bigger cock and Faie had let him fuck him through the floor. That was good. This is holy.
This is Quinlan’s cock burning a hard line through Faie’s core, pulling him apart from the inside and sparking new fires every time Faie bottoms out. This is Quinlan crying out underneath him, angling his hips in a frantic bid for friction on his clit. This is Faie with his head thrown back and his nails digging into Quinlan’s biceps and Quinlan’s bed creaking under them as Faie slams himself down again and again and again.
This is a raw noise tearing free from his throat, a sob-edged moan he didn’t even know he was capable of making. “Quinlan, gods, fuck…”
“Faie,” Quinlan breathes, hands scrabbling for purchase on Faie’s shoulders. “Faie, so gorgeous, you’re so fucking hot, Force fucking Faie—”
Somehow, while Faie’s been fucking himself incoherent, Quinlan’s gotten his feet under himself and oh, it was a badgoodbad idea to have him wear a strap tonight because when he grinds up into him Faie knows he’s gone. He’s putty in Quinlan’s hands; he’ll be whatever he wants if only Quinlan will keep fucking him like this.
“That right?” Quinlan pants into his ear, and Faie realizes he’s fallen forward onto Quinlan’s chest. “Is that all it takes? You just want to be filled up?”
Faie wants to snap at him, wants to get his fingers in Quinlan’s hair and yank and make him apologize for being such a bratty little bitch, but all that comes out is a shaky moan. Quinlan laughs because he’s a fucking bastard and then there are strong hands on his back and hip and Quinlan’s flipping them and pressing him into the bed.
For a moment, he’s breathless with shock and deep, instinctual fear because Quinlan is easily six inches taller than him and he’s hovering over him and—
“Hey.” Quinlan pushes a wayward curl out of Faie’s face. “You alright?”
He takes a breath, deep and deliberate. Carefully, he extracts his hands from Quinlan’s, throwing them over his shoulders instead. “Yeah,” he pants. “Yeah, just…” He wraps his legs around Quinlan’s waist. “If you’re going to fuck me, then fuck me, Vo—oh, fuck!”
Faie loses himself for a while, high on the way Quinlan’s trying to fuck him deep enough to get himself off. He grinds deeper at the bottom of every thrust, face screwed up like he’s on the same cut-glass edge as Faie. Sweat drips down the crooked bridge of his nose and Faie watches it shine in the low light. Gods, Faie wants to eat him alive.
“Can—Can you come from this?” Quinlan pants. “This cock is big enough, I think you can.” He grins down at Faie and all Faie gets is the split second notice of Quinlan bracing himself before he’s being fucked up into the headboard and out of his mind. He might scream. He’s not sure, but there’s a moment where he’s hard and aching and desperate and then his vision goes white and he’s coming harder than he knew was possible, striping up his chest and Quinlan’s stomach.
“Quinlan!”
“Guess that’s a yes,” Quinlan grinds out, fingers working frantically under the strap, and then he’s shaking through his own orgasm and something
happens,
something like a tripwire in his brain and he knew Quinlan was golden sun and warmth and light but now he’s feeling it, feeling him and something else that must be the Force, there’s nothing else and Quinlan’s whole body is lit up with pleasure—
Faie comes again, somehow. He hasn’t even gone soft yet, but he comes again and cries with it, clinging to Quinlan’s shoulders and wondering if this is the Force-feedback Quinlan had told him about. “Fuck, Quin, fuckfuckfuckfuck, oh gods,” he stammers, and he’s pretty sure Quinlan can’t even hear him when he sobs, “I love you,” but then.
Then Quinlan goes still and looks down at him and doesn’t even fucking say anything. He doesn’t say anything at all, just looks at Faie with those wide blank eyes. His mouth opens just the tiniest bit.
“Get off me.” He’s off the bed before Vos can answer.
“Faie, wait—”
He almost trips tugging his pants on.
“Faie—”
“Fuck off.”
He slams the door behind him.
Faie comes storming into their shared quarters at 0023.
“Don’t throw things,” Penchant mumbles absently as a boot goes careening across the room.
There is no response. Faie sequesters himself in the bathroom and almost immediately, the sink and the shower turn on.
Hmm. Penchant wishes he’d gotten a good look at Faie before he’d shut the door. He sets a timer on his ‘pad for fifteen minutes and goes back to datawork.
Ten minutes later, the muffled sobbing behind the door begins to taper off. At the twelve minute mark, it’s gone. Penchant shuts off his timer and tucks his ‘pad under his pillow.
“Faie?” He knocks at the bathroom door. “Hey, you okay in there?”
There’s a hollow clatter like a bottle being knocked to the ground, followed by noise somewhere between a snarl and a grunt. “Fu’ offfff.”
The hair on the back of Penchant’s neck stands up. “Faie?”
“Fuck. Off.”
“Okay, Faie, I’m coming in.” Penchant taps at the door’s controls. Predictably, it’s locked. Unfortunately, Faie has taken the liberty of using his officer’s override code. Fortunately, Penchant has his own override code.
It’s the work of a moment to put his right gauntlet on and the work of a quick double-punch to have the door surrendering to his will. Barracks doors all default to open. Safety.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fucking fuck. Penchant wants to kick Faie while he’s down, wants to grab his shaking sunken-in shoulders and get up in his sweaty, ashen face and scream at him until he understands what he’s doing because little gods, Penchant’s not sure he does.
Faie’s already pressed back against the plasteel wall and scrambling for a weapon of some sort, eyes wild and lip curled and undoubtedly about to curse Penchant out in every language he knows. Penchant’s faster. “How much did you take?” he demands.
Faie glares at him.
“Faie. How much.”
Faie’s eyes fall to the side. An empty pill bottle lies on its side next to the cluttered sink. Penchant snatches it up before Faie’s clumsy hands can reach it.
CC-8823//CMDR Faie
Oxycodone 9 mg as needed
35 pills
DO NOT EXCEED 4 pills/24 hour period
It’s empty. Penchant remembers seeing it at least three quarters of the way full yesterday morning.
“Kriff,” he swears. “Kriffing hells, Faie. All of that just now?”
Faie just looks at him. His chin dips down to his chest and snaps back up. He says nothing, just shrugs with loose shoulders.
“Okay. Okay, this is okay. Just, just.” Everything Gem told him about overdoses is coming up as a massive blank. “Just stay awake, stay sitting up. I’m calling medical.”
Faie doesn’t protest. Penchant nearly drops his comm in his haste.
“Medbay 9-b, you’ve got Zipper.”
“Zipper, it’s Penchant. I think the Commander OD’d.”
There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. “Okay. Where are you?”
“Our quarters.”
“Sending people your way. Is he awake?”
Penchant’s dropped to his knees at Faie’s side. They’re basically in the shower now, with the water running down over them in freezing cold torrents. Right. He should probably shut that off. He does. “Yeah. He’s conscious, but he’s not talking to me, and he’s doing these little, I don’t know—”
“He’s nodding off?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, fuck. That’s definitely an overdose.”
“He’s really washed-out and shaky.”
“That’s normal,” Zipper assures him.
Normal. Penchant wants to scream.
“The team should be with you in less than three minutes. Is the Commander still awake?”
“Faie?” Penchant prods Faie’s shoulder. “Faie, are you awake?”
His eyes roll in their sockets. He doesn’t respond.
“Commander!” Penchant shouts. “Faie!”
“Captain,” Zipper starts.
“Faie!” Penchant yells, and shakes Faie hard, and the only thing he gets in response is this awful gurgling noise. “Faie, wake up!”
“Captain.”
“Faie! Fuck you, motherfucking Faie!”
Someone’s banging on the door. “Captain, we’re coming in!”
“Wake up, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fucking wake up…”
“Captain, let us see him.”
“Faie!”
“Penchant,” someone says, and he thinks it might be Mini, taking him by the shoulders and pulling him back out into the main room. “Penchant, let them work.”
He can hear Faie in there, coughing that awful death rattle. “Faie…”
“I know, Penchant. I’m so sorry. I know.”
Mini takes him back into the bathroom after they leave with Faie on the stretcher. “Drink some water,” he says, pressing a cup into Penchant’s hands. “And change your clothes. You’re all wet, and I think he threw up on you.”
Penchant glances down at his shirt. Oh. “Yeah.”
“He’s gonna be fine, you know.” Mini chucks a fresh bodyglove at him, followed by his greys. “We got here in more than enough time. Zipper’ll pump his stomach and make him drink that godsawful charcoal thing and he’ll be fine.”
“Yeah.” Penchant tugs his greys on and smooths the collar in the mirror, checking to make sure his hair isn’t sticking up in the back. It’s the middle of the night and he’s just going to the medbay, but he’s a captain now. He’s got standards to meet.
Faie was so happy at his promotion afterparty. He’d fallen asleep on Penchant’s shoulder right after.
The door’s broken, and Penchant doesn’t bother figuring out how to close it before throwing up in the toilet.
“Oh, man,” Mini says over his shoulder. He rubs a hand up and down Penchant’s back a few times before Penchant shrugs him off. “Let it out, Penchant.”
“Fuck off.”