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Hunter scowls at the transmission, but Cody doesn’t seem phased. “We just finished a mission. Wrecker’s injured.”“I am aware,” Cody replies, wisely not pointing out that Hunter already told him that two minutes ago. “As I said, they only need Crosshair.”Hunter folds his arms across his chest. Not happening. Not on his watch. He tries to think of some excuse he can give. He doesn’t know the 501st Legion. They’ve never worked with those regs before, and the last thing Hunter wants is for Crosshair to be subject to their antagonism without any of the Batch to back him up. On one hand, he’s proud that Crosshair’s reputation is good enough that these regs they’ve never met are asking for him. On the other hand, he doesn’t like that they’re asking for him. Only him. They only requested Crosshair, and since Wrecker is injured, Hunter can’t drag all of them along.Part of it is that they’ve never gone on a solo mission before. All of their missions have been done together, and Hunter wants it to stay that way. He doesn’t want any of them to have to be alone.“I can come, too,” Hunter says finally, the only solution he can think of. “We won’t be able to go on another mission until Wrecker is healed. I’m sure Tech can keep an eye on him while Crosshair and I take care of what the 501st wants.”Cody nods. “Alright. I’ll let them know to expect both of you.”Hunter disconnects the comm, looking at his brothers and sighing. “Well, I guess we’d better get ready. Cody’ll be upset if we aren’t ready when the regs arrive to pick us up.”“Be careful,” Wrecker worries.Crosshair scoffs. “It’s one shot,” he points out, “a shot the regs can’t make but I can. I could do it with my eyes closed.”“That would be impossible,” Tech replies immediately, “seeing as you do not have enhanced senses like Hunter or the Force like Jedi. You would not know where your target was if you couldn’t see it.”“Alright, let’s go,” Hunter says, interrupting whatever snarky response Crosshair is about to make. “We’ll be fine,” he tells Wrecker, who must be as worried about them leaving as he was about Crosshair leaving.The regs arrive not long later, and Hunter and Crosshair dutifully strap themselves in for the short hyperspace trip to rendezvous with the fleet. They’re 501st, the blue markings on their armor giving them away. Hunter already doesn’t like them, especially the way their leader – or so he presumes from the way he gives orders to the others – keeps trying to draw them into conversation. He’s too friendly for it to be real, and Crosshair is obviously not in a talking mood – not that he ever is. Hunter isn’t either. He dislikes having to leave Tech and Wrecker behind, but maybe… well, maybe he and Crosshair will get a moment to themselves here.At least that would make this whole trip worth it.They’re greeted by the captain, Rex, when they arrive, and Hunter finds out that the way-too-talkative trooper is Fives, Rex’s second. Rex seems unphased by them when he sees them, but Hunter expects it won’t last long. It never does.“I heard about you boys,” Rex says. “Cody said you could do the job we need done.”“We always do,” Hunter replies, guarded. “What’s the mission?”Rex gestures to them. “C’mon. We’ll brief you.”They follow Rex to the briefing room, and there, they meet the Jedi in charge of the 501st: Anakin Skywalker. Rex does most of the talking, though the General and Fives pitch in a few times as they explain the situation. The Separatists have a new model of tactical droid which they are testing. Intel says that it is expensive to make, and should it win the battle that the Republic is already losing on the planet in question, more will be produced. If they can destroy it and win control of the planet, it will be dismissed as too costly.So, they need Crosshair to infiltrate the compound and take out the droid while the rest of the forces mount a diversion. It sounds easy enough, similar to the many other missions in which they’ve participated since they were first sent out.“We’ve still got a few hours before we arrive,” Rex informs them after the briefing is over. “Eat something. Get some rest. Talk to the boys. Whatever you want. I’ll comm you when we come out of hyperspace.”“Understood,” Hunter replies.“So…” Fives says brightly, turning to them. “Let me show you around!”Hunter glances at him, not very enthused by the prospect. The Batch don’t mingle with the regs. They learned the hard way that they would never be accepted among them, so they no longer try. He doesn’t intend to try again. Just because there have not yet been any negative or derisive comments thrown at them, that doesn’t mean it will stay true.Also, if they only have a few hours of free time, he knows what he would rather do, and that something is not trying to tolerate the regs.Crosshair sighs next to him. “We’ve been on cruisers before,” he answers dismissively, and Hunter can see through the tone well enough to know that he’s trying to antagonize Fives enough to chase him off.If he leaves them alone, they can slip away to somewhere… more private. Privacy is not something they’ve had much of, as of late. Or maybe it’s that trying to find privacy away from Tech and Wrecker isn’t easy. They’re rarely apart, but Hunter – and Crosshair – want to be alone without having to explain why.“And I’ll introduce you to some of the boys, too,” Fives continues, acting as though he didn’t hear Crosshair’s snide remark.“Fives!” calls the General, and Fives turns back to look at him. “Can I have a word?”Hunter uses that opportunity to slip away. He and Crosshair move through the halls to a different part of the ship where Fives will hopefully not find them. Or anyone, for that matter. They dodge passing reg patrols as best they can, though Hunter suspects they’re drawing a lot of eyes. They stick out in their dark armor with the grays, reds, and whites, instead of light armor with blues.“I’ve got a few thoughts on how we can pass the time,” Hunter murmurs to Crosshair, stopping in front of a storage room.Crosshair snorts. “I’m sure you do,” he replies dryly, but he’s the one who hits the button to open the door, half-shoving Hunter through. It is indeed a storage room, and the quiet inside envelopes them as soon as the door shuts behind them. It’s private, and the privacy matters more.Suddenly, nervousness is mingling with excitement, but it’s nowhere near enough to stop Hunter or make him hesitate. He’s been waiting for too long. They’ve only just begun to toy with the possibilities of more. They don’t know what they’re doing, and they haven’t had the time or privacy they need to explore each other. They’ve kissed and touched each other fleetingly a few times, but Hunter is desperate for more. He wants to be able to touch – actually touch – Crosshair’s body. He wants to feel the heat of his skin, wants to touch him in places they’ve never touched in the past.He wants, and he leads Crosshair deeper into the storage room, catching his wrist and tugging him behind a stack of crates. It takes a moment for the overhead lights to turn on automatically, but behind the crates, they’re in the shadows, and somehow, that’s only fueling Hunter’s desire, pinpricks of need skittering across his skin. He yanks his helmet off, letting it fall to the floor, and Crosshair follows his example.Maybe they should have done more research on sex besides the basics, but well, it can’t be that hard to do.He leans up, pulling Crosshair to him as their lips meet, desperate and hungry. This is the first time they’ve been able to do more than steal a brief kiss, and Hunter tilts his head to deepen it. He wraps an arm around Crosshair’s neck while Crosshair’s fingers tangle in his hair. It feels good, desire and arousal shooting through him at the sensations that Crosshair is invoking. Neither of them quite knows what they’re doing or the best way to do it, and Hunter is aware of that, but he also doesn’t care. They’ll figure it out.“What do you want to do?” Hunter pants as he breaks away from Crosshair. They’re still so close, faces nearly touching.Crosshair’s lips brush against his. “Depends on what you’ll let me do to you.”Hunter huffs, nearly rolling his eyes. “You’re not going to be on top.”“It’s not like you have any more experience than I do!” Crosshair hisses back.“I do need to be able to sit down when this is over,” Hunter argues.“And I don’t?!”“I won’t hurt you,” Hunter protests, indignant. “I’ll be able to sense it if it’s… too much.”“M’not gonna hurt you, either!”“I know. Just…” he falters, and Crosshair sees it, his golden-brown eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he pulls back a bit.“What?”Hunter winces. “I dunno if… my enhancement will make it… harder.”“That sounds like a question of if we’ll be able to fuck, not who is fucking who,” Crosshair points out.They stare at each other for a moment before Hunter decides that the question of whether or not his enhancement will kick in to make the sensations become too much is one he’ll deal with if it becomes an issue. Right now, he just really, really wants to kiss Crosshair again. He leans in, and Crosshair closes the gap, their lips pressing together. Hunter shifts closer, arm going around Crosshair’s waist, so their bodies are touching. It’s not enough – their armor is a barrier that Hunter wants gone, but right now, he’s content to just kiss Crosshair.Crosshair slides a leg between Hunter’s, and he can’t hide the startled whine-moan at the pressure. His hips twitch instinctively, grinding against him.“You know we’re gonna need something… slippery to make this work, right?” Crosshair asks breathlessly.“I know,” Hunter rasps. That’s a problem for later, though. “Shut up and kiss me.”Crosshair chuckles. “Sir, yes, sir,” he whispers, and his voice hits Hunter in ways he didn’t know it could. Every single time he hears Crosshair say that to him on missions in the future, he will now remember this moment. Fuck.Hunter moans, yanking Crosshair’s lips back to his, and the rest of the world ceases to matter.A throat clears, too close, and they wrench apart, stepping away from each other as though that will somehow be enough to cover up what they were just doing. He hadn’t sensed anyone approaching. How didn’t he sense anyone approaching???He turns to see Rex standing there, watching them with an unreadable expression, helmet tucked under his arm. “No wonder you wanted to come,” he says, and there’s amusement in his eyes now. His words aren’t mocking, but Hunter still stiffens, shifting protectively in front of Crosshair.“Fuck off,” Crosshair snarls, bristling. He winces almost immediately. “I mean–” He’s so quick to lash out on their behalf, and Hunter loves him for it, but right now, that isn’t what they need. There are just two of them here. If the regs start a brawl with them, they won’t have Wrecker to back them up.“Do you need something,” Hunter asks stiffly, “sir?” He shifts to bump his shoulder against Crosshair’s chest, an unspoken request for him to remain quiet.Rex studies them, and there’s something almost calculating in his eyes as he looks between them. “Come with me,” he tells them finally. “If you want to continue, you need somewhere actually private. You don’t want Fives to find you.” Humor tinges his words, and Hunter decides not to ask why it would be bad if Fives finds them. He would rather not know.Rex turns to go, and Hunter has the presence of mind to scoop up their helmets, pulling his own on to cover his flushed face and handing Crosshair’s to him.“Where are you taking us?” Crosshair asks suspiciously.Hunter might not trust Rex, but he does trust – sort of – that he genuinely intends to take them to a place where they’ll have more privacy. He’s good at picking up on lies, and those instincts have served him well when the regs try to take advantage of them. Rex is calm. Steady. He means what he’s saying, and if Hunter is wrong, they can just take off and find somewhere else on their own. Honestly, this entire situation is embarrassing enough – there’s no reason to make it more awkward or uncomfortable for any of them. He cannot believe that he let Crosshair distract him so thoroughly that he didn’t even sense the door opening or Rex approaching. Ugh.“My quarters,” Rex answers without looking back. “No one can come in without my permission except the General, but he’s busy right now.”Hunter has the annoying feeling that Rex finds the situation amusing and maybe a little… endearing? Or something. The softness on his face isn’t anything Hunter is familiar with being on the receiving end of. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like anything about this situation, but well, if Rex is really willing to offer them privacy in his own quarters, why would Hunter want to turn that down?“C’mon,” Hunter murmurs, and he hears Crosshair hesitate before he falls in step next to Hunter. They follow Rex through the halls and gain more than a few sideways glances. At least three troopers stop to openly stare, and one – who has the Republic symbol tattooed on his face – tries to ask Rex something, presumably about them. Rex brushes it off, tells him a terse “later” and it’s left at that.Hunter is attuned enough at guessing the emotions of others to know that many of the looks they’re getting are hostile or at least hesitant. Uncertain. The 501st doesn’t seem any more open toward them than any of the regs. It irritates him because this time, they haven’t even done anything to earn it. He doesn’t care, exactly. It’s just… the principle of the thing.“Your regs aren’t very friendly,” Crosshair drawls as Rex enters the code to a door – presumably the door to his quarters.Rex shrugs a shoulder, not denying it. “Anyone with your success rate raises questions around here.”Hunter frowns. “Why?” Shouldn’t that be a good thing?Something flickers across Rex’s face, there and gone before Hunter can figure out what it is. “Let’s just say the boys and I haven’t had the best history with someone who had a good success rate. Makes them uneasy, but they won’t bother you. Cody vouched for you, and I trust Cody.”Huh. Good to know. Hunter is curious, but he can tell that Rex won’t share more. He can ask Tech about it when they get back. Tech can splice in and find out the full story.The silence hangs there for a moment before Rex gestures to the bunk. “Feel free to continue your fumbling here,” he says dryly.Crosshair jolts. Hunter feels him straighten at his side. “We weren’t–” he starts.Rex snorts. “Yes, you were,” he interrupts, obviously knowing where Crosshair is going, “like a couple of shinies.”Now it’s Hunter’s turn to glare, the flush in his cheeks growing, but it’s from embarrassment this time, not arousal. He doesn’t need the regs to judge them or their attempts at intimacy. He knows they’re not exactly good at it, but they’ve only ever had each other, and it was only recently that they decided to… explore.“What the hell does that mean?” Crosshair snarls, and he’s definitely gearing up for a fight. Not only can Hunter see the tension in his body, but he can sense the way Crosshair’s heart is speeding up to match his anger.Rex doesn’t seem phased by Crosshair’s attitude which is a good thing because Hunter really, really doesn’t want to spend all their free time before the mission arguing with Rex. Or anyone. Now that his arousal has set in, the need is there, persistent and throbbing, and he knows from experience that it won’t go away unless he deals with it. He does not want to go on the mission while in this state of distractedness.“I know you boys are still figuring things out,” Rex answers, “but that – what you two were doing – was not a proper kiss.”Crosshair growls, low in his throat, and if Wrecker was here, he’d be making a show of cracking his knuckles, ready to punch the next person to say something unkind to Crosshair. It’s a good thing Wrecker isn’t here, and Hunter turns to get Crosshair to back down.It’s not that he doesn’t understand Crosshair’s indignation. He does. He shares it. He’s equally upset and embarrassed by the knowledge that Rex saw them. He’s a captain. Force knows what he has or hasn’t done, but there’s no way he isn’t far more experienced than them. Hunter doesn’t like Rex trying to tell them that they’re not doing things right, but he doesn’t want to deal with it now. There will be plenty of time to argue it later.Unfortunately for him and his sanity, he doesn’t manage to get Crosshair to shut up in time.“You think you know so much better than us?!” Crosshair challenges, ripping off his helmet. His eyes are blazing, defiant, and Hunter’s attempts at shutting him up falter in the face of that passion. He wants, dizzy from desire and a fierce, blinding affection for his sniper. He wants to kiss him. “Then show us. Show us how things are done.”…Wait.No. No –They don’t even know Rex. Sure, he might be a close friend of Cody, but that doesn’t mean Hunter trusts him enough to have him so close much less watching while he and Crosshair – while they – while they do anything, actually. That kind of intimacy isn’t meant to be shared, not with strangers. Hunter’s not even comfortable at the idea of Tech or Wrecker being there, never mind a reg he doesn’t even know.And yet –And yet there is something… different about Rex. Rex intrigues him.Hunter could step in and take back Crosshair’s words. Rex would listen to him if he did, so he doesn’t know what it is that keeps his mouth shut. Curiosity perhaps. Interest wars with reluctance, and he doesn’t quite know how to handle any of the feelings burning through him. Rex’s eyes flicker toward him, assessing, before he calmly sets his helmet down on the desk up against the wall.“Alright.” He crosses his arms, and if the idea of guiding two clones he doesn’t even know through how to have sex bothers him, he doesn’t show it. “Get on the bed.”Hunter blinks, a little surprised by the abruptness of the order, but he obeys mechanically, sitting on the edge of Rex’s bunk. Crosshair settles next to him, and they stare at Rex, wary and uncertain and maybe a little excited. Hunter, at least, is more than eager to pick up where they left off, even though he’s less certain about the audience watching them.Rex leans against his desk, posture casual. “Helmet off, Hunter.”Hunter pulls it off, setting it aside. The thrum of anticipation inside of him is almost strong enough to overrule his still-present hesitation. He can see the same wariness in Crosshair’s eyes, though it’s mingled with curiosity.“I want you to kiss,” Rex says. “Let me see how you do it.”Crosshair’s gaze slides to his, and they don’t need to be told twice. Hunter can’t quite battle down his nervousness the way he did earlier, but he still lets Crosshair yank him closer as he slots their lips together.“Slower,” Rex instructs. “Gently. You’re not sparring.”Crosshair makes a choked sound that could be a laugh or even a protest, but he still follows the instructions. Hunter has to break away to suck in a deep breath to cool the rising passion and desperation before he leans in again, pressing their lips together. It’s easy to lose focus from what Rex told them – sparring has long been the thing that wound them up, and it was after a spar when they first kissed, clumsy and heated and painfully uncertain.“Touch each other,” Rex continues, and that, at least, is easy.Hunter slides a hand to the back of Crosshair’s neck, and he nearly shivers when Crosshair’s fingertips trace his jaw. The knowledge that they’re being watched doesn’t bother him nearly as much as it did before, and his other hand drops to Crosshair’s waist, searching for something to hold onto other than armor. They’re wearing too many layers, and it frustrates him just as much now as it did then.“Armor off.”Hunter pulls back from Crosshair, scrambling for the clasps of his armor. He drops the pieces on the floor – and they can worry about sorting it out later. Right now, he just needs Crosshair.“Undressing each other can be nice, too,” Rex adds, idly. Or at least he sounds casual. Hunter steals a glance at him and sees the faintest of flushes in his cheeks which gives away how affected by this he actually is. He’s good at hiding it, though; his posture is just as relaxed as at the beginning. The scent of his arousal is still unmistakable, no matter that it’s mostly drowned out by Crosshair’s and his own.Hunter looks at Crosshair again, trying to decide if that’s something he wants to do. If it’s something they want to do. … Maybe another time. The wild, desperate need simmering inside of him demands an outlet. He doesn’t want to wait. Or take his time. Not now.He stands from the bunk so he can remove the lower half of his armor and boots. His erection is obvious without his armor to conceal it, and Hunter can feel the aching throb, the way his body demands to be touched, the way precome is soaking into the fabric of his clothing. He hesitates for a moment, though, before undressing entirely. Rex is… interesting, different, and Hunter does appreciate the guidance – no matter how much it embarrasses him to get it – but he is still a reg, and it’s instinct to be wary and distrustful of them.In the end, his desire wins out, or maybe it’s watching the way Crosshair pulls off his top that makes Hunter lose it.Crosshair has hardly had a chance to kick off the lower half of his body glove before Hunter pounces on him, tackling him onto the bunk. He grunts at the impact though he eagerly accepts Hunter’s desperate kiss. Huner tries to keep it slower like Rex told him, but it’s hard when all he wants to do is devour Crosshair. His scent and taste are driving Hunter wild.Their bodies are pressed together in a way they never have been before, and the warmth of Crosshair’s skin seeps into him, adding fuel to the desire raging through him. Hunter grinds his hips down against Crosshair’s, and the way their erections slide together makes both of them moan. The sensations that skitter through him are overwhelming and intense, but he does it again, gasping when Crosshair’s arm goes around him, fingers digging into his back hard enough to bruise. The sting of Crosshair’s grip blurs together with the growing pleasure inside of him, and Hunter squirms helplessly against him, unsure what he wants or needs. Something. Everything.“Try touching each other,” Rex says, and there’s a roughness to his voice that wasn’t there before.It’s an order Hunter is happy to obey, and he slides his fingers over Crosshair’s skin, following Rex’s instructions as he teases over Crosshair’s nipples and sucks on his neck. Crosshair is trembling under him, and it’s a heady feeling. Rex is thorough, and the detail he goes into betrays how much experience he must have had. He encourages Crosshair to use his nails – not too hard – and the resulting sensations that hit Hunter leave him breathless. Rex tells Hunter that he can bite – not too deeply – and he hadn’t known how much he wanted to until he heard the words.Rex is authoritative yet gentle, and Hunter finds that he doesn’t mind his presence anymore. It is somehow easier to listen to his directions instead of having to figure it out themselves.Rex guides him to slide down Crosshair’s body, and Hunter curls his fingers around the sniper’s cock, enjoying the way his breathing hitches. He licks the precome at the tip, savoring the taste, watching as Crosshair’s hands fist in the sheets. Rex instructs him on how to suck Crosshair off, and once Hunter gets into the rhythm, it’s easy.He’ll need to practice more to fully master it, but Hunter realizes that there is a lot he can sense intuitively based on how Crosshair reacts. And he does react. Hunter didn’t expect him to be quite so reactive to touch. The carefully crafted mask that he normally wears is absent, wordless whines begging Hunter to keep going, to not stop, and at some point, his fingers end up in Hunter’s hair. He tugs Hunter’s head down further, trying to make him take it deeper, almost too deep, and Hunter has to pull off to catch his breath before continuing.“Crosshair, don’t push him too far,” Rex cautions, “and Hunter, you don’t have to let him come in your mouth.”But he wants to, so he speeds up his movements, licking and sucking, stroking what he can’t fit in his mouth, and it doesn’t take long for Crosshair to tumble over the edge. He chokes on a moan, gasping Hunter’s name as he comes. Hunter takes him as deep as he can, swallowing his release and slowly letting his cock slide out of his mouth, licking across the tip for good measure. Crosshair is staring at him, dazed, almost as though he’s never seen him before. Hunter hopes it’s a good sort of shock. He’s pretty sure it is.“C’mere,” Crosshair rasps, and Hunter is happy to oblige. Their mouths meet hungrily, and Hunter cannot resist the need to rock himself down against Crosshair’s body, seeking the release that his body is craving. He needs it, needs it, and –“Let him touch you,” Rex interrupts, and Hunter nearly growls at him, but he wants to feel Crosshair’s hands on him, too.He shifts, letting Crosshair slide a hand between them, and he cannot swallow down the desperate moan when Crosshair’s fingers wrap around his aching length. He’s so close already from sucking Crosshair off and the overwhelming scent of arousal clouding the air, that it doesn’t take long before the pleasure washes over him.Hunter curls against Crosshair, panting and shivering as he waits for reality to come back to him. Fuck, he – he hasn’t come like that in… well, ever, actually.“Good,” says Rex, and Hunter flushes a bit at the reminder that he was watching. Of course, he was, but it – it was easy to let it slip from his mind when Hunter was lost in the heat of the moment. “Time for the next step. Which of you will be on the bottom?”Hunter lifts his head to look at Crosshair, and for a moment, they merely stare at each other. He licks his lips, letting out a shaky breath. “Me,” he says. And he does want to, but even if he didn’t, he would still have offered himself. He would never ask Crosshair to let himself be so vulnerable in front of someone they don’t know.He turns his head toward Rex in time to see a small smile flicker across his face. “Alright. Get on your hands and knees then. Crosshair, kneel behind him. I’ll teach you how to do the prep.”Hunter drags his trembling body into the requested position, and he can’t stop the shiver that goes through him when Crosshair settles behind him between his legs. His hand lightly smooths over the curve of Hunter’s ass, and he lets out a shaky breath. He understands now why Rex had them get each other off before moving to this stage. If he hadn’t, their combined need and desire might have resulted in some… preventable injuries. They’re still eager and desperate, but not even half as much as before.Rex moves for the first time, turning to dig something out of his desk. Hunter startles when he sees the lube that he withdraws. He… keeps that in his desk? His surprise vanishes as Rex draws closer to hand the lube to Crosshair. Hunter can’t help but tense a bit, feeling both exposed and self-conscious. Rex doesn’t stay there to stare at him, though. He instead retreats to lean against his desk, and Hunter spares a thought of admiration for the way that Rex isn’t even trying to touch himself when he’s so obviously aroused.He easily could, and at this point, Hunter knows neither of them would judge him for it, but he’s still holding back, focusing on instructing them like they asked him to. Well, Crosshair asked him, at any rate.“Be generous with the lube.” Rex is half-sitting on the edge of his desk now, arms crossed. “More won’t hurt, especially when you’re still new to this.” He shifts again, and if Hunter had to guess, he’s trying to ignore the growing pressure in his codpiece. “Crosshair, start with one finger.”It’s an order that Crosshair is happy to comply with, and in moments, Hunter feels the fingertip circling his entrance. Clenching up is instinctive, but it doesn’t deter Crosshair. He still breaches Hunter’s entrance, pushing in quicker and rougher than Hunter expected. A startled squeak of both surprise and pain – at the abrupt stretch – escapes from him, and Crosshair pulls back instantly.“You okay?” he asks, and his worry is obvious.… Maybe neither of them was ready for this step yet, but oh well. They’re lucky to have Rex here to guide them, or Hunter doesn’t know how it would have turned out. Painfully, probably.“Y-yeah,” he pants, shivering.“D’you need me to…?” He trails off, not finishing the sentence.“Slower?” Hunter suggests, chewing on his lower lip and nudging his hips back at Crosshair. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get himself to relax when Crosshair’s finger returns to probe at him.“You gotta relax,” Crosshair points out as he eases in his finger. It’s much slower this time, and Hunter knows to expect the stretch as fiercely resisting muscles are forced to comply, but it’s still… If he has this much trouble with a finger, forget about Crosshair’s cock fitting.“M’trying!”Rex’s footsteps draw nearer to them, and Hunter only tenses up further. This is never going to work. Maybe they should just stop. Maybe –Rex’s hand lands on his shoulder, and when Hunter tilts his head to look, he can see that Rex is touching Crosshair, too. His gloved fingers rub soothing circles on Hunter’s skin before he moves to touch Hunter’s jaw, cupping his cheek. “It’s okay,” he says to both of them. “The first time is always the hardest, but you’re fine. We can stop if you want, but you’ve come this far already.”“I–” Hunter stops, and he can feel the way his body is trembling, his entire awareness hyper-focused on Crosshair’s finger in his ass. What he needs is a distraction, and he’s desperate enough to take anything. He doesn’t want to stop. He wants to feel Crosshair inside of him. A single finger is nowhere near enough to sate the desire churning within him.Crosshair needs to focus on the task at hand, but Rex – maybe Rex would –“You can keep going,” Rex says to Crosshair, his hand sliding to card through Hunter’s hair. He shamelessly leans into the touch, trying to force himself to relax as Crosshair’s finger slowly slides the rest of the way in. He clenches down on it experimentally. It feels… kind of big. But not quite enough. Not quite what he’s looking for.Gently, Crosshair moves his finger back and forth, and the sensation is enough to make Hunter clench up again. He tries to relax, he really does, but it just – it isn’t working.He shifts, twisting to look back at Crosshair, and immediately, his littlest brother’s worried golden-brown eyes meet his. “D’you want me to stop?”Hunter sucks in a breath and shakes his head. “Can I– would you mind if I–?” He’s lost the ability to speak, and he hopes desperately that Crosshair understands, and Rex will go along with it.Crosshair’s brows furrow as he searches Hunter’s face, gaze flicking toward Rex before understanding dawns, and he nods. “It’s fine.”Hunter turns to Rex next, and either Rex expected it, or the silently pleading look on his face is readable to him despite the lack of verbal communication.“Tell me if I go too far,” Rex murmurs and Hunter tilts his head, reaching to wrap a hand around the back of Rex’s neck, drawing him in for a kiss. Rex is definitely experienced, and he’s quick to take control, lips pressing against Hunter’s in a way that leaves Hunter gasping, his head spinning. Rex is gentle yet firm as he licks into Hunter’s mouth, and Hunter greedily draws him closer, needing more of him.It’s good, this is good, and he whimpers when Rex breaks away to kiss along his neck, hands stroking over his skin, down his back, and across his chest. He pauses to toy with Hunter’s nipples, making him jerk at the stab of sensation that spears through him.“Work in a second,” Rex instructs Crosshair. “Slowly. You need to stretch him open enough that he can take your cock.”Hunter knows they’re talking about him – obviously, they’re talking about him – but the things Rex is doing to him are leaving him too dazed to focus on it. What Crosshair is doing to him isn’t eating up all of his attention anymore. He pulls Rex closer, chasing the taste of him and feeling Rex’s breathless chuckle vibrate through them when their mouths meet once more.“I– I wanna touch you,” Hunter rasps, and Rex sucks on his neck hard enough that it undoubtedly leaves a mark.“Undress me then.” It’s almost a challenge, and a part of Hunter recognizes Rex’s attempt to keep him distracted, but the rest of him is too eager to care.His fingers find the clasps of Rex’s armor, taking it off one piece at a time, and if Rex cares that he’s dropping it on the floor, he doesn’t say anything. Hunter maybe not accidentally brushes his fingers against Rex’s clothed erection when he removes his codpiece, and he’s rewarded by a hitch in the captain’s breathing that only drives him wilder.He falters when he feels Crosshair push three fingers into him a little too quickly, but then, Rex reaches down to squeeze his slowly hardening cock, ripping a moan from him. The stimulation he’s getting is a lot, maybe almost too much, but he’s too drunk on the sensations to care. He wants this, needs this.As soon as he can focus again, he removes the last pieces of Rex’s armor before he eagerly reaches for his body glove. Rex shifts position to let Hunter tug it off and the moment Hunter’s mouth is eagerly licking across his skin, he reaches out – presumably to touch Crosshair. “Easy,” he soothes, “I know it’s overwhelming.”Hunter can’t see what Rex is doing, but he can feel his arm moving. He must be stroking Crosshair’s arm. Or hair. Or… something to calm him.“You’re doing good,” Rex continues, and Hunter buries his face against Rex’s shoulder to hide from the softness of his tone. “You’re both doing good.”Crosshair whimpers at that, actually whimpers, though Hunter does not doubt that he’ll deny doing so for the rest of his life. Hunter can’t resist the need to run his hands down Rex’s muscled back, dipping into the waistband of the lower half of his body glove.“You can take it off,” Rex breathes, lips brushing Hunter’s temple.Hunter does, and Rex kicks them off the rest of the way. Rex’s cock is hard and leaking, and Hunter bends his head to lick across the tip. Rex inhales, fingers tangling in Hunter’s hair. He doesn’t push him down onto his cock, but his grip is enough of an encouragement. Hunter wraps his hand around Rex’s length, guiding the tip to his mouth, eager to show off what else he’s learned. Rex moves, and Hunter can hear Crosshair’s soft moan as Rex kisses him.He wants to watch them, but right now, he’s busy. He takes Rex in deeper, rocking back demanding against Crosshair when his movements still, too caught up in kissing Rex to keep fingering him. Now that he’s used to the sensation, he craves it.Crosshair makes a sound that’s almost a growl. Or a groan. “You’re so demanding. Are you ready? Is he ready?”“Let me check,” Rex replies, hand sliding down Hunter’s back to the curve of his ass, and whatever self-consciousness Hunter once felt over Rex being here and watching them is long gone. Crosshair draws back, and Hunter feels Rex thrust three fingers into his body. He whines, clenching down on them, sucking a little harder on Rex’s cock.“Yeah. Yeah, he’s ready.”Hunter is unreasonably proud of the breathlessness in Rex’s words.“Go in slow,” Rex continues, and Hunter delights in the way his voice wavers when Hunter slides his tongue down the underside of his length. Making Rex react is satisfying in ways he didn’t think possible. If Rex is reacting, he must be good at this. Or at least decent.He feels the tip of Crosshair’s erection brush against his ass, and Rex grips Hunter’s hair, gently pulling him off of him.
“You can touch me,” he says, petting Hunter’s head. “Your first time will be intense.” The I don’t want to be bitten goes without saying. Hunter presses his forehead against Rex, fingers curling around Rex’s cock to keep stroking it, touching him in much the same way he’s learned to touch himself. It’s a good distraction from the way Crosshair pushes into him.He is going slow, as Rex told him, despite the shakiness of his breathing and half-swallowed groan when the head of his cock fully enters Hunter’s body. The stretch is – it doesn’t quite hurt, not really, but Crosshair is big, and it’s overwhelming. He feels like he’s being torn apart. It’s just… not painful like he thought it might be. Rex’s fingers card through his hair, his other hand stroking up and down his back, touch gentle and soothing, and Hunter presses a little closer to him, needing the comfort.Crosshair works himself in, bit by bit. He’s being so careful, and Hunter loves him for it. “You okay?” he checks once he’s fully in, hands gripping Hunter’s hips tightly.Hunter nuzzles against Rex, breathing out shakily as he nods. “Y-yeah. You can– you can move.”“It’s fine to take a moment to adjust,” Rex interjects casually, and his hand lifts from Hunter’s back. “I know it’s a lot.”It seems a little insane that sex could be so intense, more than almost anything Hunter has ever experienced in the past, but there’s no denying the way his body is trembling. “M’good,” he whispers, clenching down hard on Crosshair’s length.Crosshair makes a strangled gasp, and his fingers dig in harder. “Hunter.” It’s almost a plea, and Hunter deliberately grinds back harder against Crosshair. He wants him to move. The intensity isn’t going to fade, no matter that his body has adjusted to the intrusion. It’ll be easier for him if they keep doing things.He slides his hand down Rex’s length as a distraction from the overwhelming feeling of Crosshair buried inside of him.“Slow, okay?” Rex murmurs to him. “Do you want me to fuck you, too?”Hunter looks up and meets the brown eyes staring down at him. There is so much heat in Rex’s gaze and so much hunger that Hunter can’t breathe. He can’t do anything other than gasp out a desperate, “yes.”“Go on,” Rex almost purrs, and Hunter whimpers when Crosshair starts to move.He starts slow, careful, but that doesn’t last long, and soon, he’s thrusting into Hunter hard and fast, filling him over and over. Hunter can only take it, panting weakly at the sensations that overwhelm him. He isn’t even able to focus on stroking Rex like he was before, but Rex doesn’t seem to mind, murmuring softly to both of them, telling them that they’re doing good, so good.Hunter is keenly aware of his own moans and grunts mingling with Crosshair’s, the way his brother’s body is trembling and heart is racing as he reaches his climax. The scents of arousal, sweat, and sex are almost strong enough to choke him but not in a bad way. Crosshair movements falter as he gets closer, and with one final thrust, he comes. Hunter clenches down on him deliberately just to rip a groan from him.Rex slides away from Hunter, and Hunter shifts to let Crosshair settle in front of him. He leans in immediately to press their lips together, something warm and fond and delighted skittering through him. This is what they’ve been seeking for so long, and now that they’ve done it, actually done it, he almost can’t believe that they have.He can taste Crosshair’s relief in the kiss and in the way he grips Hunter’s hair.Rex’s fingers slide over his ass, dipping into his body. “Ready?”Hunter wiggles his hips at Rex. “Yes.” He feels Crosshair’s soft chuckle against his lips as he pulls Hunter into another kiss at the same moment as Rex slams into him. Crosshair swallows his half-moan, half-yelp, curling closer to him as Rex starts moving.Immediately, Hunter notices the difference between them. Crosshair was careful even after he started going faster and harder. Rex… is not. Rex knows how much Hunter can handle. He’s done this before, enough times that he knows exactly how much force and the best angle to use to get the reaction he’s looking for. And he gets that reaction, too, especially when he reaches to wrap his hand around Hunter’s aching erection. His strokes alternate between hard and fast and light and slow, and Hunter can’t predict what it’ll be from moment to moment. When his orgasm hits, he knows it’s going to overwhelm him entirely, but the pleasure he feels is strong enough that he doesn’t care right now.He buries his face against Crosshair’s neck, sucking and nipping on his skin, tasting his sweat, and absorbing his scent. He’s drowning in Crosshair like he’s always wanted, and Rex is there, and it’s all so much, too much, he’s close, he’s close but Rex isn’t letting him fall over the edge.And when his climax finally hits him, he’s thrown, and he knows a sound is ripped from him, but the waves of pleasure are too strong for him to even know what it is. The one thing he knows for certain is the way his teeth instinctively find Crosshair’s shoulder, biting down hard.He becomes aware of Crosshair’s body wrapped around his first, and it takes another moment to register Rex’s weight, too. Rex is leaning across him, kissing Crosshair slow and lazy, and Hunter tilts his head to watch, mesmerized. He likes watching them.… Maybe he should rethink keeping things hidden from Tech and Wrecker’s sight. They might be able to show Tech some things for a change.The prospect is exciting.“How do you feel?” Crosshair murmurs, breaking away from Rex to brush his lips against Hunter’s neck.Words still don’t work, so a strangled noise is the most he’s capable of. He’s never had such an intense climax before, and faint tremors are still running through him. He knows he’ll never be able to stand, not right now. Instead, he burrows a little closer to Crosshair, clumsily reaching to pull Rex’s mouth to his.Crosshair breathes a laugh. “I guess that’s one way to answer.” His golden-brown eyes are soft and fond, and Hunter could get used to seeing him like this, as undone as he feels, cheeks flushed, a small but real smile on his face.They cuddle there, panting, as they recover, waiting for the residual pleasure to fade before they – unfortunately – have to clean up and get ready for the mission.… Hunter has no idea how he’s supposed to focus on the mission when he knows what Crosshair and Rex’s bodies feel like against his. He wants more. His sore ass disagrees with that assessment, but too bad. He doesn’t know when he’ll have free time again, much less when Rex is around. He’s not bad for a reg. Hunter kind of likes him.“Gonna do this again?” Hunter mutters finally when his brain remembers how to use words.Rex laughs, and the way his fingers slide through Hunter’s hair is almost fond. “I’m sure we can arrange some time before you need to go back.”“Wrecker’s still injured,” Crosshair points out helpfully. “I’m sure we can delay a bit here.”“Mm.” Rex nips Hunter’s neck. “You can use more lessons. Take some tips back to your squad.”Yeah, Hunter likes the sound of that a lot, and if Rex and Crosshair are down for it, too, he has no reason not to go along with it.He nuzzles against Rex. “More lessons sound good.”