ok this isn't outright porn per se but everyone read this star wars horny shit i wrote (and read into it with me bc i tried to imply a lot about cal's mental state at this point in his life) (hint hint it's not good)
"You can fuck him when we're done, y'know."
Despite his best efforts, Bode starts a little, schooling his expression into genuine surprise as he straightens up and looks at Gabs with wide eyes, pretending he hadn't been staring at Cal from across the ship. From the sly grin she's directing at him, he doesn't succeed. "Who are you talking about?" he laughs.
"Kestis," she says, nodding in the Jedi's direction, still not taking her eyes off of Bode. "We can all see how you've been staring at him. You're not exactly subtle." Her grin widens and she leans closer, bumping her arm against his in a friendly gesture. "So I wanted to let you know you can fuck him, once the job's done of course."
"… You're gonna need to elaborate," he says, and she laughs. Clearly, that's exactly the answer she was hoping for.
"Well," she says, "after a job well done, sometimes we like to celebrate. We're all high up on endorphins and adrenaline, and we need to blow off steam a little. Cal especially, he gets crazy with it sometimes." She shrugs languidly, smile still firmly in place. "So, sometimes we have sex. A lot of it. With him especially." Gabs leans even closer, something mischievous glinting in her steely eyes. "Just wanted to make sure you knew before we get started."
"Um," Bode says wisely. None of the intel Bode had read before coming here had mentioned anything about-- whatever this is. Sure, the propaganda does its best to paint the Partisans as little more than drug-addled sex pests doing their best to destroy the very fabric of society. But everyone knows that's full of shit, Bode's sure, or at least those whose opinions actually matter do.
Except, apparently Bode was mistaken in at least part of that analysis, because these Partisans apparently are having orgies after every terrorist attack they pull off, and apparently said orgies center the fiery Jedi they've attached themselves to and frequently use as bait in their operations. It's ridiculous, and yet somehow he believes every word.
Gabs continues. "You're exactly his type, too," she tells him sagely, looking him up and down. "He'll go for just about anything and anyone who shows interest in him first, but he loves a big strong man like you who can bend him in half."
Bode could read into that statement, file it away in his mind as he continues building a profile of Cal Kestis, the renegade Jedi. It speaks to what he'd already picked up on, that Cal wants to be useful to the people around him. Eager to please, desperate for approval. In a better galaxy, he would've made a fantastic Jedi, Bode thinks with no small amount of bitterness.
But instead, of course, his mind latches onto the last part of Gabs' statement. He imagines grabbing that trim little waist, hauling the Jedi up and bending him over the nearest flat surface. Cal is much stronger than he looks, but Bode's sure he could easily pin him down, holding him firmly in place until he can do nothing but lie there and take it as Bode pounds into him. Each thrust punching a desperate little whimper out of his throat. He imagines growling good boy under his breath just to hear the needy little slut sob, his poor hole stuffed with so much cock he can feel it in his guts. (Fuck, it's been so long since he did anything like that, he can already imagine how good it'd feel to sink his cock into a tight, wet hole again. And when he-)
Gabs' laughter brings Bode back to the present, his face hot and his traitorous cock twitching in his pants. For a brief moment, he's irritated, bristling at the casual hand she has on his arm as she mocks him, but he swiftly hides it, instead letting his mortification show plainly on his face. That's what she'd be expecting, after all.
"Whoa there!" she cackles. "Glad to see you're on board, soldier, but we need to finish the mission first." She gestures to Bode's crotch, where she can presumably see the outline of his fucking hard-on. "Tell Little Bode to hold off for now, and he can have first dibs with Cal's cunt later."
Bode's cock likes the sound of that.
"Don't call my dick that," he says instead of telling her as much. "In fact, don't- don't call it anything. Don't talk about it." He shrugs off her touch, scooting away from her slightly. She laughs again, clearly reading the motion as embarrassed. Fine by him.
"Alright, alright, big guy!" she says, holding up her hands in a peaceful gesture as she finally, finally backs off. "I'll leave you be. Just wanted to fill you in." She winks as she stands up and walks off, and Bode groans as he looks away from her.
Which turns out to be a terrible idea, because he turns his head at the same time Cal does, and they meet each other's gazes across the room. Cal smiles at him and nods in acknowledgment, sending a warm fluttering sensation through Bode's chest.
Cal's been bent over the navigation console with Bravo for the past 30 minutes, seemingly unaware of Bode ogling watching him and Gabs' blatant objectification. He's not even doing anything sexy right now, but as always, he has such a magnetic presence about him, Bode can't make himself look away, even now that Cal's finally noticed the staring.
(Or maybe his ass just looks amazing in those pants, and Bode wonders how nice it'd be to slide his own strong thigh between those long legs and press up against the cunt he knows is waiting for him between them. Maybe-)
Bode feels a tingling at the edges of his awareness, a warm sense of concern-worry-okay? from Cal. Shit, he's been staring too long.
Very carefully, he does not react to it, instead once again letting himself look embarrassed as he clears his throat and averts his gaze for a moment. He knows that that isn't going to help, that now Cal is probably going to be actually worried and try to check in on him later, but it's better than the alternative. He can still play this off, still hide the white-hot lust boiling in his guts.
(It occurs to Bode, perhaps a little late, that Gabs could be pulling his leg, so to speak. He wouldn't put it past her, based on what little he knows about her. But when Bode looks back up at Cal, he sees a knowing spark in those pretty supernova eyes, and Cal pointedly looks down at Bode's lap, and-
Oh, this just got very interesting indeed.)
