Washracks~
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Kelam dragged himself out of his bunk and wearily rubbed his face with his hands, sleep wasn’t coming to him and he was tired of tossing and turning, tired of feeling like he couldn't do anything. His head throbbed a dull ache from his mind not able to turn off, facts and figures he was still absorbing and rifling through trying to find the answer that was requested of him to find. He couldn't help himself to throw a quick glance further into the barracks towards Malek’s bunk, not able to see if it was occupied or not but hoping at least one of them was getting some rest. He grabbed his towel and silently made his way to the washracks, Kelam always liked water and was hoping maybe a shower would bring some comfort.
The washracks door slid open before him and closed after him he took a couple more steps into the room not recognizing the sound of running water until it was almost too late. He blearily blinked a few times he hadn’t been expecting anyone moving around yet, not at his ungodly hour. His steps became slower, more cautious as he continued further into the room, air damp and foggy from the heat of the shower. His form stopped suddenly as he recognized the figure under the lone shower head blasting away.
Dark hair flattened down on the other’s head from the pouring water above. Rivulets running down the planes of flesh over a nicely muscled from that was getting familiar to Kelam. He found it hard to breathe as he took another step closer, curling his fingers to his palm and rubbing his hand along the side of his leg in order to stop himself from reaching out. He swallowed hard and swayed on his feet, fighting the various urges running through him, all his attention solely on Malek, wryly realizing his hoping earlier was for nothing seeing that were both still awake.
“Malek, hey,” he called, to alert his presence to the pilot but still a touch deeper, the sight had affected him. Malek always affects him.
Malek’s eyes were closed, hands flat on the wall and arms locked, arms bracing him up as the water pounded down on his head and shoulders. He didn’t know how long he’d been under the hot water; he’d been unable to sleep and was hoping that the hot shower would relax him enough to rest. If not his mind, then at least his body. Unfortunately, the isolation of the washracks, steam surrounding him, wasn’t helping. It seemed like it was just making his head spin more with the responsibility and decisions he didn’t feel qualified to make.
He raised his head, blinking water out of his eyes as he thought that someone called his name. Malek straightened, turning in the direction of the voice, and gave a weary smile as he saw Kelam, standing in the walkway between the open washracks. “Hey,” he returned the greeting. “I didn’t know anyone else was still awake,” he murmured, running a hand through his hair to brush the wet strands from his eyes.
He couldn’t help a glance down Kelam’s frame and his smile widening a bit at the view of Kelam, shirtless and barefoot, wearing just the shorts he must have been sleeping in. He had to pull his eyes back to meet golden ones, shifting his stance in the shower; his gaze wanted to linger on muscled chest and those hips, barely clad in the shorts he wore.
Malek cleared his throat and leaned a shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, tilting his head to lean it against the wall as he watched Kelam. “I take it you couldn’t sleep either, and thought a shower would be a good idea?”
He paused a moment, shifting his weight again, and took a deep breath. It just felt right being with Kelam, and already he could feel a tension easing out of his shoulders - Kelam didn’t ask too much, didn’t expect things he couldn’t do. “I could... use some company, if you’re up for it?” He raised an eyebrow and gave a grin, watching the other man’s expression to see his reaction to the subtle innuendo.
Kelam returned the smile, his a little brighter than Malek’s glad to find himself not the only one awake and glad it was Malek he found in the washracks. What was it? Only a couple hours earlier they bid each other good night before turning in and he realized he missed him already.
His gaze trailed over Malek’s shoulders, following the paths of water streaming down his skin down the front of his frame and shifting his weight on his feet himself, He couldn't stop the slight roll of his shoulders and jutting out a hip, wanting Malek access to wherever his gaze fell on him. Wanting more than just Malek’s eyes on him.
“S-sleep?” He had to clear his own throat, the puzzlement in his voice like at the moment sleep was the last thing he could possibly think of doing. He frowned slightly and shook his head. “N-nah, t-too much thinking,” he gave a wry chuckle, “I-I tend to overthink.” It was a confession quietly breathed into the warm damp air, one he never admitted aloud before.
As Malek turned to face him, Kelam found himself approaching more closer, the distance between them something fragile and he wanted to break it. His next chuckle was lower, pleased, at the invitation given to him from Malek and catching the innuendo. His golden eyes darkened the look entirely masculine as he reached out and rested his right hand on Malek’s hip the grip firm, leaning in enough to press their shoulders together in an attempt to guide Malek’s backside against the wall of the washracks. “I-I could be your... company, Slagger,” Kelam couldn't stop the smirk curving one side of his mouth higher, his left hand reaching around the back of Malek’s head, fingers carding through wet dark hair as he lowered his mouth to brush those words against Malek’s lips.
“I... tend to overthink, too,” Malek murmured, somewhat distractedly, more concentrating on Kelam moving toward him, the steam condensing on his skin and slipping down the planes of his chest, the material of his shorts clinging to hips and upper thighs with the dampness in the air from Malek’s shower. His breath caught at the low, pleased chuckle and purely masculine look the taller man gave him, and his lips curved into a smirk, liking it.
“Maybe we could... distract each other from our thoughts~?” he murmured, turning with Kelam as the scout stepped under the spray from the showerhead, moving with the nudge on his shoulder so his back pressed against the wall of the shower. Kelam’s hand on his hip seemed to burn like a brand, and Malek took a deep breath as lips brushed against his, those words breathed against his lips, and his own hands came up to rest on Kelam’s hips.
“I’d like your... company, Slagger, since you’re offering~” he breathed in return, feeling his body react, tightening to the nearness of the other man, the position, the way Kelam leaned their chests together, the low rumbling tone of his voice. Malek found himself forgetting what he had been stressed over just a few moments before, wiped away in the company of the man that he realized was his best friend - and swiftly turning into more than just friends. And Malek wanted that, wanted this.
His hands stroked up to waist then back down to hips, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of the shorts, head tilting back into the hand slipping through his hair, a low noise that was nearly a moan escaping him as he rolled his hips forward into Kelam’s, letting him know that it was more than just company he wanted. “You’re overdressed for the shower~” he purred roughly, before pressing his lips against Kelam’s, lips parting in invitation for Kelam to kiss him.
Kelam swayed on his feet, taking in the weight and warmth of Malek’s hands on his hips, their chests pressed together and the fact he was cornering Malek between his body and the wall. His focus turned to Malek, to the arousal surging through his own systems and there was nothing more he wanted to do but the two of them to drown out the worries and uncertainties hanging over both of their heads.They’ve been going through hell, exhaustion and strain dark rings around Malek’s eyes. He wanted Malek’s focus on him and only him, pushing the pilot more firmly back against the wall with is own body and hands.
Kelam lowered his head to press his lips more firmly against Malek’s, sharply nipping Malek’s lower lip. His hands tightened on Malek's frame as he stepped more into the pilot’s space until the fronts of their bodies were a long line of solid heat between them. Kelam rolled his hips forward a growl of frustration escaping him from the fact that Malek did have a point about him being overdressed. He took the invitation Malek gave him first, taking that invitation and kissing deeply heat and need burning on his side of the kiss moaning as he tasted again Malek’s taste the cold wintry burn that he was beginning to crave. He smirked as he broke the kiss early.
“O-overdressed? L-let’s fix that. Remove my shorts.” His tone was firm, a clear command, expectancy in dark golden eyes as he watched Malek’s expression. An amused smile curved his lips as his right hand explored Malek’s left side, playing with the divot of his hip before digits gliding upwards towards the bottom of his ribcage, trailing water and making little designs only he knew on Malek’s skin.











