5. trepverter - a witty response or comeback you think of only after it's too late to use
for Cody/Fives 🤠🤡🤠
clown on clown violence you say
established relationship, takes place during the war. canon compliant. M, 400w.
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The wall of the stall is cold and sticky against Cody’s back where his undershirt has rolled up. He grimaces, turns his face away, and squirms until Fives lets go of his hips, nose brushing Cody’s and eyes still fixed on Cody’s mouth. He doesn’t step away, and in the end Cody rolls his eyes and gives in, tugs him closer again.
Fives is warm and eager under his hands, the inner shirt of his dress greys damp with sweat and hot to the touch. He ducks in with a happy hum, beard rasping against Cody’s chin, and licks into Cody’s mouth. Cody sighs and lets himself be kissed, arms around Fives’s shoulders, tugging at his thick hair.
He can feel the thump-thump-thump of music through the soles of his boots, against his back, inside his chest; his ears are buzzing, and the restroom smells of piss and sweat and spilled beer, and it’s hot and damp and cramped.
He doesn’t want to be anywhere else. Fives crowds closer, grinds against Cody’s thigh, and Cody closes his eyes, lets his hands drop to Fives’s ass and digs in with his fingers just to feel him shiver. He tastes sweet, and his lips are sticky with sugar, and Cody doesn’t share his taste in alcohol, but he’s found he never minds kissing it off his mouth.
They have time, for once. This thing—this on and off relationship, coming together between deployments and in storage rooms and empty freshers and afterhours in Cody’s office on the Negotiator—Cody didn’t realise it was happening until he found himself between Fives and the locked door of his bunk, codpiece missing and Fives’s swallowing around his dick.
Someone opens the door. A wall of sound and music floods the freshers, and Fives snickers against Cody’s mouth, and then there are clever fingers slipping under the waistband of his trousers, slipping in sweat-slick skin. Cody chokes on a too-loud moan, and retaliates by ducking his head and biting at his shoulder through his jacket, too hard, the fabric yielding under his teeth. Fives swears at him, but he’s also laughing, dark eyes bright and happy in the dim light, and Cody forgets about what he was going to say.
He puts it away, for later, because there will be a later, and tugs Fives closer, because they have time—Cody will make sure they do.
This isn’t the first time something like this happens. Actually, it’s quite the common occurrence for shinies to go to their superior officers for “lessons” about certain kind of endeavors, but it still surprises Cody that Fives comes to him and not, to say, Rex.
When he asks him the reason of this choice - Fives is 501st after all, not 212th - Fives’ bold answer surprised him.
“I want y-you,” he says, with an almost perfect delivery, if only he hadn’t stuttered right at the end.
If this is what he wants, who’s Cody to deny him? Besides, he’d lie if he said that he’s not interested.
“Alright, trooper. Come here.”
It’s with practiced motions that Cody sits on his bed and stretches a hand towards Fives, who takes it of course, and guides him to sit beside him. After all, this isn’t Cody’s first rodeo by a long shot.
As Fives joins him, he can’t help but to feel quite smug at the way his eyes keep darting from his eyes to his lips continuously, like he can’t resist their call. He doesn’t consider himself a vain person, but it sure feels nice to be so wanted.
“Well, Fives…” he begins then. “What would you like to do?”
Fives looks confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean how far do you want to take this? We don’t have to go all the way, if you feel unsure,” Cody replies, patiently.
Fives takes just a moment to think, before turning his gaze back to Cody, looking determined. “What if I want to?”
At those words, Cody chuckles.
“Well then, let’s start from the beginning…”
Fives is in possess of many positive qualities, this Cody already knew, but another one he can add to the list is the fact that he’s a very fast - and eager - learner: just a few moments ago he was struggling to keep up with the way Cody’s been kissing him, and now he starts to turn the tables, using his own tricks against him.
Once they pull away, Fives already looks ready for the next step, looking at Cody through half-lidded eyes as he mouths a “holy shit”.
“Good, very good,” Cody praises him, caressing his cheek. He can’t help but to smile tenderly as Fives leans into the touch. “You think you’ve grasped the concept of kissing?”
Fives nods, but he soon sends a mischievous smile towards him. “What if I want a repeat, though?”
“You’re incorrigible…” Cody chuckles, shaking his head, but as Fives closes the distance between them, he goes along with it.
By the time Cody has to stop Fives from sucking him off, or else he’d come before he can show him the rest, he reaches the conclusion that he’s the best student he’s ever had.
“You sure?” Fives asks, still between Cody’s legs, confused. “Isn’t the point of this to come?”
Oh, Fives. So naïve…
“That’s true,” Cody replies, hand caressing Fives’ hair, “but there’s more I want to teach you, if you want…”
“Of course I do, but what is it?”
Cody smirks.
“How would you feel about fucking me?”
Fives is careful in the way he prepares Cody, following his instructions to a t. It feels great.
“Is it good?” he asks, face close to Cody’s, who nods.
“You’re doing great,” he manages to reply, just before Fives captures his lips for a heated kiss. And to think that just a few minutes before he didn’t even know how to properly do that…
Fives brushes against his prostate and Cody jumps, moaning right into the other’s mouth, and the fucker doesn’t stop mercilessly teasing that spot, making Cody shiver under him. He’s more than ready for the next step.
He pulls away, although reluctantly. From the way Fives is looking at him, he must’ve understood what he wants, and in fact he doesn’t even wait for Cody to say anything before removing his fingers.
“Can I…” he begins, but the words get stuck in his mouth. It’s not a problem, though, because Cody understands immediately.
“Yes.”
Cody turns around, laying on his stomach, and beckons Fives closer.
“Go on,” he tells him, observing him as he takes his cock in hand and begins to push it past his rim.
He bites his lower lip, stifling a moan as his body tenses at the intrusion. Fives immediately stops.
“Too much? Too fast?” he begins asking, but Cody stops him before he can go further.
“It’s perfect,” he says. “Continue.”
Fives knows better than to protest, hearing Cody’s voice, and so he goes back to pushing, going deeper inch by inch, until he completely bottoms out.
The first thing he thinks is that it’s so much. His entire body is shivering as he tries to regain some form of composure and failing miserably.
Cody is so warm and wet and so perfectly tight around him. Fives wants to stay inside him forever.
“Fives…”
“What?”
“Move.”
“Yessir!”
Fives is already shaping up to be a very dedicated lover, which is always a good thing. He listens for Cody’s voice, he observes him and the way he reacts as he experiments with his thrusts, going at certain angles at a certain speed. Anything in order to make Cody feel good.
“Mmh, yes… Like that,” the Commander encourages him. Fives is being an excellent student, but he’s still way too shy for his tastes. Ah, shinies. Always afraid of doing something wrong, instead of taking risks.
He slightly turns his head around, just enough to be able to observe Fives. He looks a bit lost, but he’s also enjoying the ride. Good, but still in need of a further push.
“I’m not going to break if you go harder. You should try it,” he begins, reaching for Fives’ hand, which is hovering over his hip, and moving it so that he can hold him more tightly. “Here.”
He sees Fives panic for a moment, but after swallowing down the lump in his throat, he does as Cody said.
The Commander chuckles, though his laugh soon turns into a moan. “Yes, Fives. Like that.”
With time, Fives gains confidence, and he goes harder and harder. After all Cody did tell him that he’s not going to break, right? Fives wouldn’t want to be a disappointing lay just because he was too afraid to give him what he wants.
By the sounds Cody’s making, he must be enjoying himself greatly, and Fives finds great pride in the fact that he’s the one making him feel like this - thanks to his directions of course.
There’s only one thing, though: the more he continues, the more he realizes that he’s not going to last much longer. Cody must notice it, because his voice is soothing as he says:
“C’mon Fives, don’t be afraid. You can come.”
Well, if he said it, then Fives supposes he shouldn’t hold back anymore, shouldn’t he?
Coming feels incredible. It’s not like he’s never masturbated, so he knows what it feels like, but coming buried deep inside somebody else, and not on his own hand, feels like something else entirely, much more rewarding.
“C-Cody!” he moans, shooting his load inside him, who twitches as he feels it. Usually he’s not a fan of having people come inside him - too much to clean up afterwards - but he always makes an exception for shinies. It would be cruel to deprive them of the full experience, wouldn’t it? If they want to do it again, though, they’ll have to actually work of it.
Fives gives him another couple of thrusts before pulling away. He’s breathing hard, like he’s made him do push-ups, instead of fucking.
As Cody turns towards him, however, he notices that he hasn’t finished yet, but before he can do or say anything about it, Cody takes his face between his hands, gently.
“So good, Fives, so good for me…” he coos, and although Fives wants to retort that Cody’s state all but contradicts what he’s saying, he can’t help but to give in to the praise.
This doesn’t mean that he intends to let him be unfinished, however, so, with more determination than when he did it the first time, he grabs Cody’s cock in his hand, beginning to quickly pump it, following the rhythm he now knows Cody likes.
Speaking of Cody, if the surprised look on his face is of any indication, he wasn’t expecting Fives to take his pleasure into his own hands. He probably was already prepared to be left like this, but Fives is nothing but a gentleman.
He revels in the moans he elicits out of Cody, in the “yes” and “like that” he mutters, along with the praises he keeps showering him in. It’s almost enough to get him hard a second time.
In no time, Cody comes as well, getting his own stomach and Fives’ hand dirty with his cum. Curious, Fives raises his hand to his mouth, and tentatively licks it off; mh, not bad he supposes.
Before he can react in any way, with just a muttered “come here” as warning, he’s drawn closer by Cody, who closes his arms around his back, holding him tightly, but not so much that it would feel suffocating.
“How was it?” Fives asks after giving Cody a moment to recover, eliciting a small chuckle out of him.
“I should be the one asking you that. It was your first time after all…”
“Yes, but I want to know.”
“Well, what can I say. You were great, Fives. A very good student,” Cody says then, caressing Fives hair, and damn, doesn’t it feel good to hear Marshal Commander Cody say that in person?
“I’m glad…” Fives mutters, getting comfortable in Cody’s arms.
For a moment, they remain like in silence as they catch their breaths, but eventually, Fives has enough and asks:
“So, is this supposed to be a one-time thing, or…”
This time, Cody outright laughs. This guy, he swears…
“Do you want it to be?” he asks. Fives shakes his head. “Then it doesn’t have to be.”
Immediately, a grin spreads on Fives’ lips as he leans closer to kiss Cody over and over again, and it’s still there even when they pull away.
“Next time, I’m going to be even better, I promise,” he says, then. Oh yes, he’s going to get better at this, and then he’ll show Cody how much he’s improved.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Cody replies, knowing that, now that he knows the basics, there’s nothing stopping someone as creative as Fives.
Frankly speaking, he can’t wait for their next time. He’s sure he will surprise him.
