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.
