Walking in on a... surprise~
Malek dropped his gear in a locker and slammed the door shut, looking around in satisfaction. The dojo and locker room was predictably empty; at this hour in the morning it generally was, but with the vast majority of the Squad on leave planetside, it was guaranteed to be devoid of all but the most dedicated, and even then, they mostly chose the afternoon or early evening to work out.
….All except one morning person that Malek knew… intimately.
He smirked, green eyes half-lidded, and trailed the fingertips of his right hand down his chest languidly. Very intimately~ And Kelam, he knew, hadn’t gone down to the surface the way nearly everyone else had when shore leave was announced - just like Malek himself hadn’t.
Malek placed his palm flat against the locker, letting it take a scan of his palmprint and hearing the locking mechanism click shut. Turning, he headed out of the locker room, graceful in the black pants of his gi, as usual not bothering with the shirt, heading for the main part of the large exercise room. He knew Kelam’s routine was the same as his own - start with unarmed training, then head to less intensive training to cool down. And on top of that, Malek knew which one in particular - a seldom-used punching bag and mat, in the far corner of the dojo, half-hidden behind a rack of equipment.
He paused as he reached his goal, checking the time - 0400. Right on time~ Kelam usually showed up between now and a quarter after. Malek nudged a bench over further toward the corner and sank down to it, stretching out on it on his back, with his hands pillowed behind his head. His lips curved in a grin as he thought of spending the morning with Kelam; he’d been on mission for a while, and last night they’d barely had any time together before debrief, which took hours. Malek shifted in place. He’d missed Kelam, and was looking forward to spending time together… a quick workout to get the blood pumping, then maybe retiring to his quarters or even the mostly-deserted barracks, and…
Malek trailed his fingers down his bare chest again, imagining that and, once they were alone together. His fingers kept exploring, and he bit back a low noise as he imagined Kelam’s hands or mouth in place of his fingers. He trailed them lower, across his stomach, taking a sharp breath as his digits played along the waistband of his gi, and shifted his hips, feeling his body react to the combination of mental imagery and exploring fingers. Malek bit his lip and let his hand slip lower, in his distraction not hearing the door of the dojo sliding open on the far end of the room.
The door closed behind Kelam as he silently stepped into the dojo. His gaze flicked to the main sparring mats that dominated the center of the room as well as sparing a glance towards the corner opposite of the one he preferred to begin his workout routine in and was content knowing he had the dojo to himself– as usual even with the majority of Elite Squad on leave. He rolled his shoulder and craned his head to one side trying to relieve tight muscles in his back, his hair still damp from a shower that was out of his normal routine.
Normally he showered after a workout but he had a hellish night tangled in his sheets; desire and need burning him from the inside because those stolen moments of his hands in Malek’s hair, their lips locked in a long fevered kiss hadn’t nearly been enough before the debriefing meeting cut the reunion short. He cursed quietly and tiredly rubbed his forehead if he had actually been sleeping, he would have considered sleeping in. The temptation to teleport himself to Malek’s quarters was strong, but he knew that Malek came in late, after spending over an hour lurking in the corridor outside of the debriefing before realizing he was acting more like a stalker than a boyfriend he retreated back to his own bunk consoling himself with the fact that Malek came back safely to base, they could have later together since both of them were on leave.
Kelam moved silently around the equipment rack that mostly hid away his corner he preferred to train in, pausing when he heard a soft noise, like someone breathing harder than usual. Was he wrong in thinking he was alone? Kelam shifted stances, one that was comfortable but kept him at the ready for defending himself or going more offensive before stopping dead in his tracks, arms lowering to his side as he found himself drawn to the sight before him: his boyfriend stretched out on a bench, lights and shadows playing over the ridges of his bare torso, head lulled back and eyes closed. Kelam followed the line of Malek’s body a low, pleased sound escaping from him, loud enough that could be heard as he saw Malek’s hand around himself, spike long and thick, piercings that Malek didn’t cover gleaming in the light.
“S-Slagger.” Kelam’s voice was low, choked with need as desire flared through him, tightening his lower body as his eyes refused to leave the movements of Malek’s gliding hand. Quickly, he traced his lips with his tongue, a clear signal of I want some of that. Cautiously Kelam took a step forward, not believing his luck that Malek was here, intense gaze on the other pilot as if he were the only one in the universe that mattered to Kelam. A slow smirk crossed his face, expression hungry as he took another step. “A-am I… interrupting~?”
Malek wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings - and hadn’t realized that any time had passed, lost in the imagery of Kelam’s hands and mouth on him, his breathing speeding, head lulling back and lips parted as his hand stroked along his length, knowing that there was only a minuscule chance anyone else would stumble into the dojo this morning. The low noise from someone nearby made him pause for just a brief moment, eyes slitting open… and then lips curved into a smirk as he recognized the very man he had been waiting for and daydreaming of.
His hand continued it’s gliding movements, breath catching at the expression on Kelam’s face, at the flick of his tongue licking his lips. Heat rolled through his body, causing him to tighten, and his breathing to speed again. He bit his lower lip, his hand fisting around himself in a combination of showing off for his boyfriend and the hot lust that flared through him.
Malek shifted slightly, bringing his far leg up slowly to brace his foot on the bench for leverage, angling his hips toward Kelam so he could have a better view of his length, piercings, and the movement of his hand. “Interrupting?” he breathed, voice low and rough from need and lust. “…never. I was waiting for you.” Emerald glittered from languidly-slitted eyes as he slipped his left hand out from under his head, beckoning Kelam closer with one crooked finger.
“Come here,” he purred, voice dropping lower into that tone he used for Kelam and only Kelam. “I want the real thing~” His hips flexed upward, into his hand, but his gleaming emerald eyes never left Kelam, sheer invitation in the movement of hips and hands. “And I know you want some of this~” he purred roughly, gaze locked on Kelam’s mouth.
A shiver ran through Kelam’s body from hearing that familiar purr from Malek, his blood heated, eyes drowning in dark light and desire as a low whine escaped from the back of his throat. He took the few steps to close the distance, eyes glued on Malek’s form, the light and shadows on the planes of his body, than lower to the his hand on his own length, the light reflecting off the piercings. He reached out with his right hand for the outreached hand towards him, finger tips brushing along the underside of Malek’s finger tips and moving slowly towards his palm, lingering on the touch.
“I-interesting way to... wait for me, Slagger,” Kelam’s voice was lower, a touch breathless. He bent at the waist, first nuzzling his nose along Malek’s. “I-I missed you, so much.” His lips brushed against Malek’s before he pulled away long enough for his eyes to meet emerald green eyes. “I-I’m... closer.” He murmured, a smile quirking his lips. Kelam’s body was tense from anticipation, desire, an eagerness burned in Kelam’s eyes as he waited with baited breath for Malek to continue telling him what to do.
Malek’s breath hitched as Kelam let the low whine come from him, as he took those few steps forward, dark golden eyes drinking down Malek’s show. The reclining pilot made a low noise of need as Kelam’s fingertips brushed along the underside of his fingers and palm, lingering in the touch, the sensation sending a bolt of lightning through his body that caused him to shift, hips rolling upward again.
He chuckles breathlessly at Kelam’s words, shifting both hands to glide up and under Kelam’s untucked shirt to settle on the scout’s body, nuzzling in return as his hands settled on Kelam’s back. “I missed you,” he murmured. “Not just physically, but tonight...” he met golden eyes and grinned, his own green ones sparkling with lust and mirth. “I can’t help it, you set my body and blood aflame~” he purred, hands roaming over the scout’s body, fingertips exploring back muscles under his shirt.
“Yes, you are... closer~” Malek smirked, stretching languidly on the bench. He smirked, licking his lips slowly. “First, I want you to remove this~” He slipped his hands out from under the top of the gi Kelam wore, palms running over the surface to show what he meant. “I wanna see you~ Then... I’ve been imagining your mouth on me, Slagger. I want you to... put it to use~” He shifted his hips, showing off his length and the piercings gleaming in the light, a dark light in his emerald eyes.
Kelam swayed forward, pressing into Malek’s hands on his skin, brushing his lips against Malek’s before pulling away enough to pull the shirt over his head, muscles rippling under his skin and holding his stance for Malek to get a good look of him as requested before dropping the shirt to have it pool on the floor. His hands came back to the top of the waist band of his pants, smile on his face utterly wicked as his dark golden eyes gleamed drinking down the sight of Malek lying out on the bench before him. His movements were smooth, graceful as he removed the pants and other garments, leaving himself bare to his lover, eyes fixed on Malek’s own hand.
“M-my mouth?” He licked his lower lip again deliberately as he kneeled on the floor, on hand coming to rest lightly over Malek’s, tugging gently to replace is own around the shaft, his other hand resting lightly on Malek’s knee. “Mine.” He breathed, possessiveness surging through him as the hand tightened on Malek’s knee. Kelam lowered his head, brushing his bottom lip slick with his own saliva along the tip before the entire head vanished into his mouth, tongue swirling around underside of Malek’s head teasing along the edge of foreskin. A quiet moan escaped from Kelam, enjoying thoroughly the taste of Malek on his tongue, to strong scent of Malek here with him in the now. He rolled honey dark eyes upwards to see Malek’s expression as his head moved further downwards, tongue exploring the smooth skin and each rung along the frenum ladder along the underside of the shaft.
Malek made a low noise of lust and desire as Kelam stripped for him, muscles rippling temptingly under skin and posing so Malek could drink down the view before dropping the shirt. His breath caught at that utterly wicked expression as Kelam traced the waistband of his pants,the look in those golden eyes making Malek bite his lower lip, a surge of hot desire shooting through him as he stroked along his own length again, fingertips dancing along the frenum ladder as he trailed his fingers up his shaft invitingly. His gaze trailed down Kelam’s body, watching the smooth graceful movements as he shed his remaining clothing, Malek’s hand tightening around himself at seeing his lover erect and just as turned on as he was.
His gaze lingered on Kelam as the other man knelt, eyes finally coming back to the scout’s face as he replaced Malek’s hand on his length. Malek smirked, emerald eyes dark with desire and need, breath coming fast, shifting to prop his head up with one hand for a good view, his other coming around to weave through Kelam’s hair at the back of his head. “Yours,” he murmured, voice low and heavy and in Kelam’s purr, the word dissolving into a curse as Kelam brushed his lower lip teasingly against him, his hips bucking up to follow that warm mouth.
When Kelam parted his lips, taking him in, Malek groaned, head falling back and back arching. His hips rolled upward, hand tightening on the back of Kelam’s head unconsciously. Emerald eyes half-lidded with pleasure were locked on Kelam’s mouth slowly swallowing his hard length down, that wicked tongue exploring every inch of him. He moaned, the sound crawling from deep in his chest, Kelam’s name escaping from him as both a curse and a prayer as his hips rolled upward, urging his lover on.