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Fic: Into Substance and Hue Chapter 5 (Star Wars, Fox/Quinlan)
Title: Into Substance and Hue
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairings: Quinlan/Fox, Stone/Feemor, Dormé/Thire
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Quinlan Vos is tasked with finding the Sith that's hiding in the Senate. Fox agrees to pretend to date him to get Quinlan access to the Senate building.
A/N: Thanks tothesecondbatgirl and MapleOwl18 for all the encourage. Also thank you to MapleOwl18 for the beta.
A/N2: Dormé and Padmé are pregnant in this fic, but their pregnancies will not be the focus. The topic will get brought up and discussed, but there will be no pregnancy drama unless you count Thire suing the Republic for paternity leave.
A/N3: Author Note specific to this chapter Fox wakes up with a lightening scar, if that's going to bother you please don't read. Also Fox and Quinlan have sex in this chapter. If you don't want to read them having sex please stop reading after Fox wakes up for the second time.
Chapter 5:
Fox wakes up with Jek and Rhys bracketing him, all three of them crowded onto a bottom rack. He’s momentarily disoriented, but he’s in their barracks. He checks his chrono and frowns at the feel of a bacta patch on his left shoulder. Law must have looked them over before pouring them into bed after their mission. They all have some medical training, but Law is the one who became a medic after watching a vod, under his command, die and realize he hadn’t known how to help his brother.
Then Fox realizes that it’s not just the grogginess of sleep making him disoriented: he can’t remember his last mission at all. Horror churns low in his gut. This can’t keep happening. Why do they keep getting missions they can’t remember?
He extracts himself carefully. Jek’s blinks at him, grunts, then closes his eyes again. Rhys makes a noise of protest and tries to slide closer to Jek. Fox stops him with a hand to the shoulder. Then he starts helping Jek out of his sleep shirt and looks his torso over for injury, urging Jek to shift so he can look at his back. He helps Jek back into his shirt. Then he check’s Jek’s legs for injuries. There aren’t any. He repeats the process with Rhys. No injuries beyond a bruise right below his left armpit. Fox’s legs finally give out and he lets himself sink onto the floor shaking. They’re alive. They’re fine. He grabs his comm to try and focus on anything other than the way his breaths are catching in his throat.
“Come back to bed,” Rhys complains.
“Can’t,” Fox somehow manages. “I’m meeting Master Vos.”
“When did you set that up?” Jek grumbles as he wraps himself around Rhys.
“Last night.” Fox remembers it, vaguely.
“But sleep,” Rhys protests, words slightly slurred as he dozes off.
Jek leans over Rhys to look at him. Fox raises an eyebrow. Jek rolls his eyes. "It's not really a day off if you get caught up on paperwork."
"I'm meeting Master Vos. I have a date." He and Quinlan will actually be working, but Jek doesn't need to know that.
Jek studies him silently for a moment. Fox opts to ignore the judgment in Jek's eyes as he checks his messages. Master Windu is requesting a meeting with him, he's included several times he's available. Fox brings up his schedule and sends a message back accepting a time the following morning.
"I don't believe you," Jek admonishes. Fox snorts, but Jek doesn’t push, instead he goes back to cuddling Rhys.
There's a message from Wolffe demanding to know who the kark Vos is. The next message from Wolffe is saying that Bly can dig himself out of his own mess. The last message is something about not ending up with Bly as a son-in-law. Fox somehow manages not to roll his eyes. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t have time to talk.
He glances at Jek and Rhys, accessing. They're sleeping and he feels steadier than he did a moment ago. He struggles carefully to his feet, then slowly to the refresher. He feels even steadier after a turn in the sonics.
Then he stands in front of a mirror taking in his few days worth of beard growth. He grimaces: that's a lot of time to not remember anything. The last thing he remembers is waking up in Quinlan’s room at the temple due to his comm going off. Maybe Quinlan would know who he left the planet with? Will he even be able to ask Quinlan? There’s no guarantee that Quinlan will notice that Fox can't remember the last few days or even what his mission was, but if he can figure it out they'll probably have a lead on who the Sith might be. Right? It's got to be the Sith affecting their memories like this. At least Fox hopes that's what's going on, he's not old enough for human memory degeneration right? He’s not sure he has the energy for another mystery.. He can't believe that capturing or killing one Sith will fix his problems, answer all his questions, and end the war. It's too farcical.
Still, he's scheduled to meet Quinlan soon and maybe Quinlan can help?
Fox can't trust that it’ll be that simple. He wishes he could hope it'll be that simple, but nothing is. The reality of his situation is that one of these days he’s going to come back from a mission to find one of his men dead and he’ll have no idea how or why. He’s responsible for the Coruscant Guard, they’re his men to protect, and he’s going to fail them. He’s failing them even now. Fox lets himself grip the sink as he makes himself take several calming breaths.
When he feels like he can breathe again he shaves and brushes his teeth. He combs his hair, trying to ignore that it’s slightly longer than he’s comfortable with. Then he peels back the bacta patch from his shoulder and frowns at the healing burn. It's red with a strange almost branching pattern. How the kark did he manage to burn his shoulder so badly? How badly is his armor damaged?
Except his armor isn’t damaged. Fox inspects it carefully, but there aren’t any marks he’s not already used to. He wets his lips and runs a hand over his face. He checks the time and starts getting dressed, attempting to ignore not only the questions his armor and shoulder leave him with, but also how hungry and tired he is. If Thire doesn’t already have coffee made, Stone will make sure there’s some for him. They have rations bars in their breakroom. He can just make sure that’s where he and Quinlan go first.
He’d much rather crawl into a rack and sleep, but Fox is used to ignoring that particular want by now. There’s always too much to do.
Quinlan is already lounging against a wall near the staff entrance when Fox gets there. And Fox stills. Quinlan is wearing robes. They're black, with a grey overlay. His lightsaber hangs off his belt and his boots shine. He looks like a Jedi that's here to see the Chancellor, not one that is meeting a lone guardsman for a date. His eyes are closed, but he still smiles as Fox approaches. Then he says, “You feel awful.”
His eyes are full of concern as he takes Fox in.
“I just need caf,” Fox placates.
Quinlan doesn’t move, just studies him silently. Fox tries to ignore how awkward it makes him feel, standing here in his armor near a staff entrance the cam droids like to linger by. Quinlan tilts his head. “Would you take your helmet off?”
Fox sighs through his nose, but takes off his helmet. He raises an eyebrow at Quinlan, doing his best to give the man a withering look. Quinlan’s grin widens. Fox rolls his eyes, but feels some of his tension ease as Quinlan pushes off the wall and closes the distance between them. Fox hooks his helmet onto his belt a moment before Quinlan wraps arms around his neck. Fox tilts his head so that their eyes meet. Why didn’t he remember how good Quinlan smells? No, this is better than the last two times they've met. Quinlan is either wearing an expensive aftershave or cologne. It makes Fox want to rest against him and breathe him in.
Quinlan brings his hands around gently until he's cupping Fox’s face. "When was the last time you ate?"
He can't answer. He doesn't even remember.
"When was the last time you slept?" Quinlan continues.
"I just woke up."
Quinlan regards him quietly for a moment. "You still have the day off?"
"Yes."
Quinlan's thumbs brush over his cheeks. "Come back to the temple with me, let me get you some food, then sleep in my berth."
"We wouldn't get anything done," Fox points out.
Quinlan tilts his head. He smirks, just slightly, then shifts his gaze to indicate a cam droid that’s floating nearby waiting to record footage of a senator. Then he suggests, “How about I back you into that wall, lift you up, and kiss you.”
Fox raises an eyebrow. “Do you have any idea how much my kit weighs?”
“Lucky for us I’m a Jedi,” Quinlan smirks.
“And you look the part,” Fox snorts. “I didn't even know you owned fancy robes.”
“Sometimes there are special occasions and I have to look respectable instead of disreputable,” Quinlan informs him, tone teasing and somehow coaxing at the same time. Then his voice goes quiet, his words clearly meant for just the two of them. "You'll help me better, you'll think more clearly, if you've taken care of yourself."
Fox knows he should protest. He's sure there's plenty of paperwork to get caught up on. The pleading look in Quinlan's eyes makes Fox pause. Is the way he's feeling hurting Quinlan? Quinlan would tell him, wouldn’t he?
"Just this once," Fox agrees mostly because he wants to get Quinlan alone so he can ask questions. "But only because it'd be a turn on if you can actually lift me and I'm curious."
Quinlan makes a noise, low and full of want before he slides his hands down along Fox's arms, then guides Fox's hands around his neck. Then they're kissing and he's backpedaling as Quinlan urges him towards the wall. He's already being lifted up. It feels odd when his feet leave the ground, but Quinlan shifts them so that they're still kissing, but so he can also get his hands under Fox's thighs. He wraps his legs around Quinlan’s waist. The desperate, almost frantic, kisses make Fox want to know what this would be like without bulky armor or robes between them. Quinlan moans into the kiss and Fox wonders how much of that particular thought Quinlan can sense. His back hits the wall and then he's kissing down into Quinlan’s mouth feeling hungry and turned on. He wants to cup Quinlan’s face, guide him to tilt his head just so, but the whirl of the cam droid makes him pause. It reminds him that this is just a show meant for others, a distraction they’re causing. Fox slows their kissing and pulls away enough to glare at the droid. Quinlan’s lips graze his jaw and then his throat. Fox bites his lips and turns his attention back to Quinlan. "We have an audience."
Quinlan makes a dissatisfied noise. If Fox didn't know catching the attention of the cam droid was the point of their kissing he'd think Quinlan was actually upset over getting caught. Their eyes meet and Quinlan’s gives him a flirty self-satisfied smile before leaning back in to kiss him slow and deep. He pulls away to murmur against Fox's ear, “Come on, Sweetheart, let me take you to bed.”
“I’m going to mock you for calling me that later,” Fox informs him, before he captures Quinlan’s lips for one last kiss. As they’re kissing Quinlan carefully eases him to his feet. They part. Their gloved hands find one another's, even though Quinlan’s looking intently at his mouth the whole time. Fox wants to kiss him again. He doesn’t let himself. He’s more professional than that, so instead he’s just very aware of the cam droid filming them as they walk away.
Fox expects some of the pretense to fall away once they get into the temple. He expects that Quinlan will ask him about his mission or tell him about what he’s been doing the past few days. Instead Quinlan stops them in a dining room to get Fox a tray of food and then leads him to his room. Fox stares at the food, suddenly realizing how hungry he actually is. As he eats he watches Quinlan make both of them tea. The whole time Quinlan teases him lightly, saying that he’s smoldering at him. Fox knows that karking poodoo, he doesn’t know how to smolder. He almost points out that he prefers caf to tea, but caf isn't going to help him sleep. How many days did he lose if he doesn't have a headache despite the lack of caf? He tries not to think about that, tries to tell himself that he and Quinlan will figure this out.
Once he’s eaten and is sipping at the tea Fox realizes how tired he actually is. When he looks up at Quinlan the other man is smirking and smoldering at him. Fox rolls his eyes. Quinlan laughs, then shifts to his feet. He leans in to press a kiss against Fox’s temple. “Is there anyone that you need to let know that you’re taking your day off?”
Fox blinks. His eyes meet Quinlan’s. He wants Quinlan to kiss him again, but he also doesn’t want to remove his hands from the warmth of the cup he's cradling. Still, he should tell Stone or Thire that he’s not planning on double checking their attempts at keeping up on his paperwork today. He also knows he won’t be able to relax until he does. He comms Stone who just grins. "Give Master Vos my thanks, you're actually supposed to take the day off."
"Anything I need to know?"
"That it's your day off," Stone reiterates cheekily.
Quinlan snorts. Stone signs off. Fox frowns at his comm, resisting the urge to head back to the Senate building. He sighs. No, Quinlan is right, he's tired and some rest will help him think more clearly. If he can sleep, if the thoughts of everything he needs to get done doesn't keep him awake. He takes one more swallow of tea before he starts divesting himself of his armor.
"Do you want help?" Quinlan asks.
Fox stills. "I can take my own armor off."
Quinlan leans in. For a moment Fox thinks that Quinlan is going to kiss him again. Instead Quinlan drops back into his chair and asks, "Do you mind if I watch?"
Fox shakes his head. "You already have."
Quinlan shrugs. "That doesn't mean you’re comfortable with me watching this time."
Fox runs a hand through his hair to avoid the intensity of Quinlan’s gaze. Those words should reassure him, make him feel more comfortable with Quinlan, so why is there anxiety simmering in his gut? He wets his lips, searching for a distraction, and settles on Quinlin’s sleep clothes. "Can I ask a question?"
Quinlan slouches slightly and Fox can't figure out if that's how Quinlan is comfortable or if he's attempting to appear lackadaisical. "Sure. If I can answer, I will."
Fox nods. A reminder that Quinlan is a spy by profession, there will be things he can't answer
"The gloves, long sleeve shirt, and pants to sleep in: I thought Kiffars only picked up impressions or visions from objects?"
"I'm also a Jedi. I can pick things up from people as well and I don't really have much control over that when I sleep. But I do enjoy sleeping with other people, so I just wear things to protect myself." Quinlan explains, then smirks. "You didn't include the bonnet in your list."
"That's to protect your hair." Fox raises an eyebrow. "You think I don't know vod who are very particular about their hair?"
Quinlan laughs. "Usually it's differently shaved patterns, not locs."
Fox nods, that's true at least. He knows a few vod who prefer longer hair, but all that thought does is remind him that he needs to get his own hair cut again. Fox continues to take off his armor and hidden weapons as he considers what Quinlan just told him about his psychometry. Does that mean that if Quinlan touched the burn on his left shoulder that Quinlan could find out how it happened? Fox feels everything in himself stutter to a stop. Dread creeps its way up his spine. He suddenly feels as if his words are choking in his throat. He's not allowed to ask. It's not his place to know. It's not part of his mission. His orders...orders…
"Fox?" Quinlan's voice is full of concern and then he's just there, cupping Fox’s face.
Fox blinks at him and resists the urge to lean in.
"Hey," Quinlan soothes, voice calming even as his eyes dart worriedly over Fox's face. "Can you tell me where your mind just went?"
"Nowhere good," Fox guesses. "What just happened?"
Did he really just lose time when a mission wasn’t involved?
"You were going to tease me, then maybe wanted to ask me something. Then you felt upset and scared. Then you were just blank."
"Blank?" Fox asks. "Like that moment at the park?"
Quinlan frowns, considering his question. "Yes, it felt very similar to that."
"That's disconcerting," Fox manages.
"Very," Quinlan agrees.
Fox closes his eyes and takes a slow breath in through his nose, letting the warmth of Quinlan’s fingers against his cheeks ground him. He lets his breath out, then opens his eyes to take in the concern still on Quinlan’s face, before he deflects again, "I was going to ask how much control you have during sex?"
Quinlan laughs, the tension gone from him suddenly. And then they're kissing. Not the heated, desperate kissing of earlier, but a slow exploration of each other's mouths. Fox presses close. They trade several slow deep kisses before Quinlan steps back. Fox wants to reel him back in, but Quinlan didn’t answer his question. He presses his lips together and tells himself he should open his eyes. Quinlan groans and cups his cheeks before pressing their foreheads together. “During sex it’s usually easy to keep my focus in the moment.”
“That’s good,” Fox says as he opens his eyes and their gazes lock on one another's.
Quinlan tilts his head and kisses him again. Quinlan's hands start to slide over his chest, but stop at the bacta patch. Quinlan pauses. "What happened?"
He can feel Quinlan's question against his lips. He really just wants to keep kissing, but Fox also wants to know what happened. "It's a burn."
Quinlan pulls back enough to frown. "How'd you do that?"
Fox manages to shrug. It's all he can make himself do and even that requires effort.
Quinlan frowns at him. "Can I see?"
Fox nods. "Let me finish changing, it'll be easier."
Quinlan kisses the side of his head. "I'm going to go use the refresher so you can have it when you're done changing."
It doesn't take either of them long to change or brush their teeth. Fox doesn't bother putting on the shirt Quinlan’s lending him so he doesn’t have to remove it. Quinlan insists on getting his first aid kit out of the chest at the end of his bed so Fox can have a new bacta patch after peeling off the old one. Then Quinlan gets him to sit at the table so he can throw the old patch away and look over his wound. Quinlan frowns, eyebrows drawing together and nose scrunching slightly as he takes in Fox’s wound.
"That's from lightning," Quinlan says slowly.
"Lightning?" Fox frowns. "Is that what the pattern is?"
"The ferning, yeah. It's only this shoulder though," Quinlan frowns. "How'd you get struck by lightning?"
Fox stills. He wants to tell Quinlan he doesn't know, he doesn’t remember, but the words don't come. He barely manages to shrug again.
Quinlan gives him an understanding look and Fox wants to scream in frustration. He wants to ask for help. A part of him wants to grab Quinlan’s hand and ask him to look, but would Quinlan have to go inside his head for that? The thought of someone in his head makes Fox instantly nauseous.
"Hey," Quinlan soothes as he carefully fits the new bacta patch over Fox's burn. "I understand if there are things you can't tell me. That's just a part of your job."
Fox manages to grab his hand and squeeze. Quinlan shifts his grip so he can squeeze back.
"Do you want help putting on a shirt or do you want to sleep without one?"
Fox raises his eyebrows. "That really was your plan this whole time, bring me back here to sleep."
Quinlan smiles, almost smirks as he leans in to tell Fox, "When I fuck you I want you to be awake enough to enjoy it."
Those words startle a rusty laugh out of Fox. He claps a hand over his mouth stunned. How long has it been since he laughed? He's not sure. Part of him wants to challenge that line, because it has to be a line. He wants to tease Quinlan about it and wants to ask if that’s a line he used with Cody. He could ask Cody. He could point out that Cody uses sex to get him into bed to sleep, but that would be admitting they've both had sex with Cody and the public perception of the clones is either that they're all brothers or droids with flesh instead of mechanical parts. He's never had sex with anyone who wasn't a clone, let alone talked about who he's been with to someone who didn't grow up training on Kamino.
He wants that with Quinlan though. He wants sex and a relationship. And yet he doesn’t know how much of the flirting is because Quinlan actually wants him and how much of this is a job. Fox isn’t sure he’s ready for the answer. Still, Quinlan’s flirting with him in private, talking about having sex with him when it can’t be for show because it’s only the two of them. Fox glances at Quinlan, not sure what to say. His thoughts are sluggish and starting to go anxious.
Quinlan wraps him in a hug. “You really need sleep.”
Fox lets himself rest in Quinlan’s arms for a moment. “I should put the shirt on.”
“Let me,” Quinlan urges as he picks up the shirt he laid out for Fox. He slides it up Fox’s left arm first, then eases it over his head, which lets Fox fit his other arm in. Quinlan leans in and kisses his forehead, before saying, “Let's get you in bed.”
Quinlan picks up a datapad as they head to his bed. He arranges a few pillows behind himself and turns on the datapad light before using the force to turn off the room lights. He glances at Fox.
“That light isn’t going to bother me,” Fox tells Quinlan before he can ask.
Quinlan smiles at him. “Do I at least get a cuddle?”
Fox rolls his eyes, but presses close, resting his head against Quinlan’s stomach with an arm around him. He waits for his worries about everything he should be doing to keep him awake, but Quinlan’s fingers brush through his hair.
“Rest Fox. You already checked in with Stone and this is something you need.” Quinlan’s tone is soothing and the stroke of fingers through his hair is lulling. Fox falls asleep faster than he has in a long time.
He wakes up facing the wall with Quinlan, a solid sleeping presence, behind him. Quinlan’s arm is around his waist and their legs are tangled. Fox yawns. He doesn’t want to be up yet, but he needs to use the refresher. He slides out of Quinlan’s arms. Quinlan blinks at him, barely awake himself.
“Fresher,” Fox tells him.
Quinlan nods and lets him get up.
When he gets back Quinlan hands him a cup of water and Fox drinks about half of it before handing it back. They both get back in bed and Fox falls asleep again in Quinlan’s arms.
When Fox wakes up he realizes it’s the first time in a long time that he actually feels rested. His thoughts don’t feel like the sluggishness he’s gotten used to. He wants caf because he enjoys the taste, not because he needs it to keep going. Quinlan presses a kiss to his neck then asks, “Better?”
“I think you already know.”
Quinlan snorts. Fox shifts to look at him. Their eyes meet. Quinlan sits up and smiles down at Fox. Then he takes off his bonnet and gloves, dropping them onto his nightstand before he straddles Fox. Fox smirks at the intense way Quinlan is studying his face as he hands slide up to grip Quinlan’s thighs and squeeze. Quinlan grins before leaning down to kiss him. Fox shifts up on his elbows to meet him. Their tongues quickly tangle. Quinlan bites his lips and Fox’s breath stutters out of him.
Quinlan sits back and asks, "Yes?"
Fox squeezes Quinlan’s thighs again. "Yes."
Quinlan pulls his shirt off and then Fox isn't sure if he wants to keep feeling up Quinlan’s thighs or move onto his abs or his chest. He glances up. Their eyes meet again.
"I really hope you're not just teasing me," Fox grumbles.
Quinlan grins. "I'm pretty sure we agreed to have sex after you got some sleep."
"I'm pretty sure you said you were going to fuck me," Fox challenges.
Quinlan laughs. "I did say that. You want me to?"
Fox wants him to, suddenly and desperately. He wets his lips, wanting another retort that will startle a laugh out of Quinlan. He also wants to palm the erection tenting Quinlan’s pants. He lets his hands squeeze Quinlan’s thighs. “I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t want you to.”
The way his words make Quinlan’s face go wanting makes Fox’s breath catch again. It'd almost be aggravating if he wasn't so turned on. He’s going to miss Quinlan and their banter when they’re done with their ruse and Quinlan’s moved onto his next job. Until then Fox is determined to savor every moment he can. He can at least keep the memories and unlike Keeli, Quinlan will at least be alive.
He runs his fingers up Quinlan’s thighs one more time, letting his nails drag against the soft fabric of his sleep pants before letting himself palm Quinlan’s erection. Quinlan’s eyes close. His lips part. He shifts back so that his ass is grinding against Fox’s erection. Fox arches into him groaning as he squeezes Quinlan’s cock. Quinlan moans and bites his lower lip.
The last few times he's had sex its been about not thinking, about not having responsibilities if only for a moment, but looking up at Quinlan he wants to be present, wants to savor their time together.
"I," Quinlan stutters out. "I really need to kiss you."
"Come here."
Quinlan shifts back further, kneeling between Fox’s legs, and Fox opens wider to accommodate him. Quinlan grabs his thighs and strokes them. Quinlan moves over him then, his arms bracket Fox’s head as Fox wraps his legs around him. Then Quinlan gives him a soft, brief kiss before he presses close, grinding their cocks against each other through their soft pants. Fox undulates his hips, trying to match the rhythm that Quinlan is setting while he moans into the next kiss. It takes them a moment, but then they're moving together, gasping and panting against each other's lips.
Quinlan kisses him deeply as he lifts his hips to shove his own pants down. Then he tugs on Fox’s pants and Fox lifts his hips to make it easier for him. Quinlan wraps his hand around both their cocks and pumps. Fox can't help the sound he makes before he manages, "Thought you were going to fuck me."
His hand joins Quinlan’s on their cocks, so they can press them close. Quinlan nips at his jaw. "Patience. I want to do that slow, but I've been wanting you,” he says between kisses, “the whole time you were gone so I need something fast."
"That's a pretty way to say you want us both to come once before you fuck me."
"Jedi are taught to be eloquent."
Fox laughs, then uses his free hand to tug Quinlan in for another kiss. Quinlan moves from his lips to his jaw, then nips at his neck. Fox shudders, then comes, gasping Quinlan’s name, dimly aware that Quinlan is coming too.
When Fox can think almost coherently again he realizes that Quinlan is laying on him, pressing open mouth kisses along his neck. Fox wets his lips, keeping his eyes closed and lets himself enjoy the weight of Quinlan on top of him. When he catches his breath he slants a look at Quinlan and asks, “Did my coming get you off?”
Quinlan laughs, then tells him. “It doesn’t always work like that, but it’s nice when it does.”
Fox shifts so he can pull Quinlan in for a kiss as he wonders why he can’t stand the thought of someone being in his head, but the Jedi’s empathic abilities don’t bother him. Quinlan gives him a firm kiss, then works on divesting both of them of their pants. Then Quinlan uses his to clean them off, before he rolls out of bed to get a washcloth to help with that. Fox takes his shirt off, pausing to touch the bacta patch. He checks the time, it’s only mid-afternoon. The washcloth Quinlan comes back with is warm. Once he's done cleaning them up he drops it onto his discarded sleep pants, before he pulls lube and a condom from his nightstand.
"Finally," Fox mock complains as he reaches for Quinlan. Quinlan’s fingers interlace with his as their lips meet. They continue to kiss as Quinlan straddles his waist. Quinlan presses their joined hands against the mattress and slides his free hand into Fox’s curls, grip tight and pulling slightly. Fox shutters and finds himself suddenly reconsidering getting his hair cut.
Quinlan hums a noise of appreciation, then says against his lips. “You feel really good.”
Then he starts kissing his way down Fox’s jaw, down his neck, still tugging on his hair, still pressing his hand back into the mattress. Fox tilts his head, eyes closed, as he asks, “How do you want me?”
Quinlan groans. His forehead presses against Fox’s shoulder as he stills for just a moment and then he’s mouthing light kisses along Fox’s collarbone. He shifts, nips Fox’s jaw, then says, “On your back? I want to be able to kiss you.”
“I really like kissing you too,” Fox agrees.
Quinlan kisses him then: slow and deep. The hand in his hair moves to skim over his shoulder and then down to a nipple. Quinlan rubs it between his fingers, then kisses Fox’s chin, before replacing his fingers with his mouth. The hand holding Fox’s to the bed moves to his other nipple. Fox arches into him gasping. Quinlan takes his time kissing down his chest, nips at his belly and then takes time exploring his hips before shifting off of him.
Quinlan presses a kiss to Fox’s knee as he settles between his legs. Fox watches him with hooded eyes, anticipation building. Quinlan rubs his hands over Fox’s legs, then leans in to kiss his way slowly up one thigh. He hears the click of the lube being opened. Fox sighs as Quinlan’s other hand skims up the inside of his other thigh. He’s hard again, but he doesn’t know if Quinlan is and he can’t tell from this angle. Quinlan looks up. Their eyes meet. Quinlan smirks and raises his eyebrows. Fox rolls his eyes. Quinlan laughs, then presses another kiss to his thigh. “Relax Fox. I have you.”
“Maybe have me a little faster,” Fox prods.
Quinlan snorts, then teases. “Anticipation Fox, anticipation.”
Fox huffs out a laugh that quickly changes to a moan as Quinlan’s fingers circle his hole, rubbing, teasing. Their eyes meet again as Quinlan slides a finger inside of him. Fox bites his lip. Quinlan is giving him this intense, searching look and Fox isn't sure what to say. He relaxes instead of saying anything, closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the way Quinlan is making him feel.
"That's good," Quinlan breathes and Fox opens his eyes to take in the pleasure on Quinlan’s face. Fox wets his lips and asks for another finger. Quinlan’s gaze shifts from where he's watching his finger slide in and out of Fox’s body up to his face. Fox wants to kiss him, but wants to get fucked too. He's about to ask again when Quinlan looks back down and carefully slides another finger in.
"Not so gentle," Fox complains.
Quinlan laughs again, husky and wanting. Fox bites back the sudden want to tell Quinlan how good he looks, how good his fingers feel. Quinlan’s other hand cups his balls, caresses. Quinlan’s fingers shift, hook, and graze his prostate. Fox cusses. Quinlan smirks. “Ah, there.”
And then Quinlan’s rubbing his prostate and playing with his balls at the same time and Fox isn’t sure if he wants to cuss and relax into this sensation or cuss at Quinlan for bringing him nearly to orgasm again this quickly.
“I’m not sure why you’re so annoyed,” Quinlan comments as he slides his hands away from Fox’s balls “Can you tell me what you want?”
His face is a mix of concern and laughter and it’s making Fox want to kiss him again. A filthy, biting kiss would help ground him right now. Fox somehow, desperately, manages to pant, “I wanted to come with you inside of me.”
Quinlan swears. He strokes his fingers against Fox’s prostate briefly before he slides his fingers out then reaches for the washcloth. He wipes his fingers off. Then he puts the condom on and lubes himself up..
"Anticipation," Fox means to tease, but there's no bite to his voice.
"Slow?" Quinlan asks, tone already conveying he's sure Fox wants the opposite.
Fox snorts. Quinlan grins and then he’s leaning forwards, guiding one of Fox’s legs over his shoulder even as he pushes his cock in Fox’s body. He still moves carefully, slowly, watching Fox’s face. Fox wraps his other leg around Quinlan’s waist, attempting to pull him closer, as he leverages himself up, urging Quinlan to go harder and faster. But Quinlan doesn’t pick up the pace.
“So impatient,” Quinlan laughs, then kisses him hard and filthy as he continues to slowly fucks his way into Fox. Fox moans against his mouth, wrapping arms around him. Quinlan shifts back so that his words are murmured against Fox’s lips. “Better Sweetheart?”
“You’re going to call me that in bed?” Fox groans incredulously as Quinlan starts thrusting his hips.
“Till you tell me to stop,” Quinlan promises as he presses Fox down into the mattress with another biting kiss. He tangles his fingers into Fox’s hair using his grip to tilt Fox’s head all while continuing to fuck him. He keeps a steady pace hitting Fox’s prostate with each in stroke. Fox arches into Quinlan, enjoying how the slow steady way he’s being fucked contrasts the way Quinlan is devouring his mouth.
Fox wants to stay in this moment as long as possible. He doesn’t want Quinlan to change anything that he’s doing. He can’t tell Quinlan that though, not without pulling away from kissing and he really doesn’t want to do that. Fox slides his hands around so he’s cupping Quinlan’s face as they continue to kiss and fuck, and feels his orgasm sneaking up on him.
Fox comes hard with a shout he can’t contain. Quinlan comes too panting and moaning against Fox’s lip. He gives Fox one more brief kiss before he cusses and collapses on top of him, burying his forehead in the crook of Fox’s shoulder and neck.
Fox wraps his arms around Quinlan’s back tightly, content to just drift and lay together for a moment. He realizes he didn’t ask what Quinlan likes after sex. Wolffe always wants to drag both of them into the nearest shower, preferring to clean off with hot water rather than sonics if it’s available. Cody always wants to cuddle after, but Fox isn’t sure if that’s Cody ensuring that he gets some sleep or Cody actually wanting to cuddle. He’s not going to think about Keeli in this moment. He wants this thing between him and Quinlan to mean as much to him as what he had with Keeli, but he knows that it doesn’t and it won’t.
“Hey,” Quinlan catches his attention as he brings his thumb up to brush against Fox’s lips. “You got sad for a moment.”
Fox kisses his thumb as he runs his fingers up and down Quinlan’s back. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Quinlan hums an acknowledgement, kisses his shoulder, then asks, “You’re good?”
“If you’re asking if I want to do that again, then yes.”
Quinlan snorts, then laughs.
“Sleep first though,” Fox decides.
“And food,” Quinlan puts in.
“And food,” Fox agrees.
“Your hands feel really good,” Quinlan tells him, settling his head back down on Fox’s shoulder. “Give me another moment and I’ll move.”
“Feels good, you lying on top of me,” Fox admits. “Except for the come you’re lying on.”
Quinlan chuckles then squeezes Fox’s hips before disengaging. Quinlan takes a moment to clean both of them up, heading back into his refresher for a new washcloth and towel. Once he’s satisfied they’re both cleaned off he gets them both some water. Fox rolls his eyes, but drinks about half. He’s drowsy again and doesn’t protest when Quinlan sets their glasses on the nightstand and pushes him back down on the bed. Quinlan covers them both with plenty of blankets, then shifts so Fox is cuddling up close, Quinlan’s arm behind his head.
“We should get dressed,” Fox protests. He doesn’t want to move, just wants to enjoy the feeling of pressing close to Quinlan and go back to sleep.
“I will,” Quinlan promises, fingers drawing swirls against Fox’s shoulder. “After you go back to sleep.”
Fox tries to agree, but he’s already falling asleep, content and warm.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairings: Quinlan/Fox, Stone/Feemor, Dormé/Thire
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Quinlan Vos is tasked with finding the Sith that's hiding in the Senate. Fox agrees to pretend to date him to get Quinlan access to the Senate building.
A/N: Thanks to
thesecondbatgirl and MapleOwl18 for all the encourage. Also thank you to MapleOwl18 for the beta.A/N2: Dormé and Padmé are pregnant in this fic, but their pregnancies will not be the focus. The topic will get brought up and discussed, but there will be no pregnancy drama unless you count Thire suing the Republic for paternity leave.
A/N3: Author Note specific to this chapter Fox wakes up with a lightening scar, if that's going to bother you please don't read. Also Fox and Quinlan have sex in this chapter. If you don't want to read them having sex please stop reading after Fox wakes up for the second time.
Chapter 5:
Fox wakes up with Jek and Rhys bracketing him, all three of them crowded onto a bottom rack. He’s momentarily disoriented, but he’s in their barracks. He checks his chrono and frowns at the feel of a bacta patch on his left shoulder. Law must have looked them over before pouring them into bed after their mission. They all have some medical training, but Law is the one who became a medic after watching a vod, under his command, die and realize he hadn’t known how to help his brother.
Then Fox realizes that it’s not just the grogginess of sleep making him disoriented: he can’t remember his last mission at all. Horror churns low in his gut. This can’t keep happening. Why do they keep getting missions they can’t remember?
He extracts himself carefully. Jek’s blinks at him, grunts, then closes his eyes again. Rhys makes a noise of protest and tries to slide closer to Jek. Fox stops him with a hand to the shoulder. Then he starts helping Jek out of his sleep shirt and looks his torso over for injury, urging Jek to shift so he can look at his back. He helps Jek back into his shirt. Then he check’s Jek’s legs for injuries. There aren’t any. He repeats the process with Rhys. No injuries beyond a bruise right below his left armpit. Fox’s legs finally give out and he lets himself sink onto the floor shaking. They’re alive. They’re fine. He grabs his comm to try and focus on anything other than the way his breaths are catching in his throat.
“Come back to bed,” Rhys complains.
“Can’t,” Fox somehow manages. “I’m meeting Master Vos.”
“When did you set that up?” Jek grumbles as he wraps himself around Rhys.
“Last night.” Fox remembers it, vaguely.
“But sleep,” Rhys protests, words slightly slurred as he dozes off.
Jek leans over Rhys to look at him. Fox raises an eyebrow. Jek rolls his eyes. "It's not really a day off if you get caught up on paperwork."
"I'm meeting Master Vos. I have a date." He and Quinlan will actually be working, but Jek doesn't need to know that.
Jek studies him silently for a moment. Fox opts to ignore the judgment in Jek's eyes as he checks his messages. Master Windu is requesting a meeting with him, he's included several times he's available. Fox brings up his schedule and sends a message back accepting a time the following morning.
"I don't believe you," Jek admonishes. Fox snorts, but Jek doesn’t push, instead he goes back to cuddling Rhys.
There's a message from Wolffe demanding to know who the kark Vos is. The next message from Wolffe is saying that Bly can dig himself out of his own mess. The last message is something about not ending up with Bly as a son-in-law. Fox somehow manages not to roll his eyes. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t have time to talk.
He glances at Jek and Rhys, accessing. They're sleeping and he feels steadier than he did a moment ago. He struggles carefully to his feet, then slowly to the refresher. He feels even steadier after a turn in the sonics.
Then he stands in front of a mirror taking in his few days worth of beard growth. He grimaces: that's a lot of time to not remember anything. The last thing he remembers is waking up in Quinlan’s room at the temple due to his comm going off. Maybe Quinlan would know who he left the planet with? Will he even be able to ask Quinlan? There’s no guarantee that Quinlan will notice that Fox can't remember the last few days or even what his mission was, but if he can figure it out they'll probably have a lead on who the Sith might be. Right? It's got to be the Sith affecting their memories like this. At least Fox hopes that's what's going on, he's not old enough for human memory degeneration right? He’s not sure he has the energy for another mystery.. He can't believe that capturing or killing one Sith will fix his problems, answer all his questions, and end the war. It's too farcical.
Still, he's scheduled to meet Quinlan soon and maybe Quinlan can help?
Fox can't trust that it’ll be that simple. He wishes he could hope it'll be that simple, but nothing is. The reality of his situation is that one of these days he’s going to come back from a mission to find one of his men dead and he’ll have no idea how or why. He’s responsible for the Coruscant Guard, they’re his men to protect, and he’s going to fail them. He’s failing them even now. Fox lets himself grip the sink as he makes himself take several calming breaths.
When he feels like he can breathe again he shaves and brushes his teeth. He combs his hair, trying to ignore that it’s slightly longer than he’s comfortable with. Then he peels back the bacta patch from his shoulder and frowns at the healing burn. It's red with a strange almost branching pattern. How the kark did he manage to burn his shoulder so badly? How badly is his armor damaged?
Except his armor isn’t damaged. Fox inspects it carefully, but there aren’t any marks he’s not already used to. He wets his lips and runs a hand over his face. He checks the time and starts getting dressed, attempting to ignore not only the questions his armor and shoulder leave him with, but also how hungry and tired he is. If Thire doesn’t already have coffee made, Stone will make sure there’s some for him. They have rations bars in their breakroom. He can just make sure that’s where he and Quinlan go first.
He’d much rather crawl into a rack and sleep, but Fox is used to ignoring that particular want by now. There’s always too much to do.
Quinlan is already lounging against a wall near the staff entrance when Fox gets there. And Fox stills. Quinlan is wearing robes. They're black, with a grey overlay. His lightsaber hangs off his belt and his boots shine. He looks like a Jedi that's here to see the Chancellor, not one that is meeting a lone guardsman for a date. His eyes are closed, but he still smiles as Fox approaches. Then he says, “You feel awful.”
His eyes are full of concern as he takes Fox in.
“I just need caf,” Fox placates.
Quinlan doesn’t move, just studies him silently. Fox tries to ignore how awkward it makes him feel, standing here in his armor near a staff entrance the cam droids like to linger by. Quinlan tilts his head. “Would you take your helmet off?”
Fox sighs through his nose, but takes off his helmet. He raises an eyebrow at Quinlan, doing his best to give the man a withering look. Quinlan’s grin widens. Fox rolls his eyes, but feels some of his tension ease as Quinlan pushes off the wall and closes the distance between them. Fox hooks his helmet onto his belt a moment before Quinlan wraps arms around his neck. Fox tilts his head so that their eyes meet. Why didn’t he remember how good Quinlan smells? No, this is better than the last two times they've met. Quinlan is either wearing an expensive aftershave or cologne. It makes Fox want to rest against him and breathe him in.
Quinlan brings his hands around gently until he's cupping Fox’s face. "When was the last time you ate?"
He can't answer. He doesn't even remember.
"When was the last time you slept?" Quinlan continues.
"I just woke up."
Quinlan regards him quietly for a moment. "You still have the day off?"
"Yes."
Quinlan's thumbs brush over his cheeks. "Come back to the temple with me, let me get you some food, then sleep in my berth."
"We wouldn't get anything done," Fox points out.
Quinlan tilts his head. He smirks, just slightly, then shifts his gaze to indicate a cam droid that’s floating nearby waiting to record footage of a senator. Then he suggests, “How about I back you into that wall, lift you up, and kiss you.”
Fox raises an eyebrow. “Do you have any idea how much my kit weighs?”
“Lucky for us I’m a Jedi,” Quinlan smirks.
“And you look the part,” Fox snorts. “I didn't even know you owned fancy robes.”
“Sometimes there are special occasions and I have to look respectable instead of disreputable,” Quinlan informs him, tone teasing and somehow coaxing at the same time. Then his voice goes quiet, his words clearly meant for just the two of them. "You'll help me better, you'll think more clearly, if you've taken care of yourself."
Fox knows he should protest. He's sure there's plenty of paperwork to get caught up on. The pleading look in Quinlan's eyes makes Fox pause. Is the way he's feeling hurting Quinlan? Quinlan would tell him, wouldn’t he?
"Just this once," Fox agrees mostly because he wants to get Quinlan alone so he can ask questions. "But only because it'd be a turn on if you can actually lift me and I'm curious."
Quinlan makes a noise, low and full of want before he slides his hands down along Fox's arms, then guides Fox's hands around his neck. Then they're kissing and he's backpedaling as Quinlan urges him towards the wall. He's already being lifted up. It feels odd when his feet leave the ground, but Quinlan shifts them so that they're still kissing, but so he can also get his hands under Fox's thighs. He wraps his legs around Quinlan’s waist. The desperate, almost frantic, kisses make Fox want to know what this would be like without bulky armor or robes between them. Quinlan moans into the kiss and Fox wonders how much of that particular thought Quinlan can sense. His back hits the wall and then he's kissing down into Quinlan’s mouth feeling hungry and turned on. He wants to cup Quinlan’s face, guide him to tilt his head just so, but the whirl of the cam droid makes him pause. It reminds him that this is just a show meant for others, a distraction they’re causing. Fox slows their kissing and pulls away enough to glare at the droid. Quinlan’s lips graze his jaw and then his throat. Fox bites his lips and turns his attention back to Quinlan. "We have an audience."
Quinlan makes a dissatisfied noise. If Fox didn't know catching the attention of the cam droid was the point of their kissing he'd think Quinlan was actually upset over getting caught. Their eyes meet and Quinlan’s gives him a flirty self-satisfied smile before leaning back in to kiss him slow and deep. He pulls away to murmur against Fox's ear, “Come on, Sweetheart, let me take you to bed.”
“I’m going to mock you for calling me that later,” Fox informs him, before he captures Quinlan’s lips for one last kiss. As they’re kissing Quinlan carefully eases him to his feet. They part. Their gloved hands find one another's, even though Quinlan’s looking intently at his mouth the whole time. Fox wants to kiss him again. He doesn’t let himself. He’s more professional than that, so instead he’s just very aware of the cam droid filming them as they walk away.
Fox expects some of the pretense to fall away once they get into the temple. He expects that Quinlan will ask him about his mission or tell him about what he’s been doing the past few days. Instead Quinlan stops them in a dining room to get Fox a tray of food and then leads him to his room. Fox stares at the food, suddenly realizing how hungry he actually is. As he eats he watches Quinlan make both of them tea. The whole time Quinlan teases him lightly, saying that he’s smoldering at him. Fox knows that karking poodoo, he doesn’t know how to smolder. He almost points out that he prefers caf to tea, but caf isn't going to help him sleep. How many days did he lose if he doesn't have a headache despite the lack of caf? He tries not to think about that, tries to tell himself that he and Quinlan will figure this out.
Once he’s eaten and is sipping at the tea Fox realizes how tired he actually is. When he looks up at Quinlan the other man is smirking and smoldering at him. Fox rolls his eyes. Quinlan laughs, then shifts to his feet. He leans in to press a kiss against Fox’s temple. “Is there anyone that you need to let know that you’re taking your day off?”
Fox blinks. His eyes meet Quinlan’s. He wants Quinlan to kiss him again, but he also doesn’t want to remove his hands from the warmth of the cup he's cradling. Still, he should tell Stone or Thire that he’s not planning on double checking their attempts at keeping up on his paperwork today. He also knows he won’t be able to relax until he does. He comms Stone who just grins. "Give Master Vos my thanks, you're actually supposed to take the day off."
"Anything I need to know?"
"That it's your day off," Stone reiterates cheekily.
Quinlan snorts. Stone signs off. Fox frowns at his comm, resisting the urge to head back to the Senate building. He sighs. No, Quinlan is right, he's tired and some rest will help him think more clearly. If he can sleep, if the thoughts of everything he needs to get done doesn't keep him awake. He takes one more swallow of tea before he starts divesting himself of his armor.
"Do you want help?" Quinlan asks.
Fox stills. "I can take my own armor off."
Quinlan leans in. For a moment Fox thinks that Quinlan is going to kiss him again. Instead Quinlan drops back into his chair and asks, "Do you mind if I watch?"
Fox shakes his head. "You already have."
Quinlan shrugs. "That doesn't mean you’re comfortable with me watching this time."
Fox runs a hand through his hair to avoid the intensity of Quinlan’s gaze. Those words should reassure him, make him feel more comfortable with Quinlan, so why is there anxiety simmering in his gut? He wets his lips, searching for a distraction, and settles on Quinlin’s sleep clothes. "Can I ask a question?"
Quinlan slouches slightly and Fox can't figure out if that's how Quinlan is comfortable or if he's attempting to appear lackadaisical. "Sure. If I can answer, I will."
Fox nods. A reminder that Quinlan is a spy by profession, there will be things he can't answer
"The gloves, long sleeve shirt, and pants to sleep in: I thought Kiffars only picked up impressions or visions from objects?"
"I'm also a Jedi. I can pick things up from people as well and I don't really have much control over that when I sleep. But I do enjoy sleeping with other people, so I just wear things to protect myself." Quinlan explains, then smirks. "You didn't include the bonnet in your list."
"That's to protect your hair." Fox raises an eyebrow. "You think I don't know vod who are very particular about their hair?"
Quinlan laughs. "Usually it's differently shaved patterns, not locs."
Fox nods, that's true at least. He knows a few vod who prefer longer hair, but all that thought does is remind him that he needs to get his own hair cut again. Fox continues to take off his armor and hidden weapons as he considers what Quinlan just told him about his psychometry. Does that mean that if Quinlan touched the burn on his left shoulder that Quinlan could find out how it happened? Fox feels everything in himself stutter to a stop. Dread creeps its way up his spine. He suddenly feels as if his words are choking in his throat. He's not allowed to ask. It's not his place to know. It's not part of his mission. His orders...orders…
"Fox?" Quinlan's voice is full of concern and then he's just there, cupping Fox’s face.
Fox blinks at him and resists the urge to lean in.
"Hey," Quinlan soothes, voice calming even as his eyes dart worriedly over Fox's face. "Can you tell me where your mind just went?"
"Nowhere good," Fox guesses. "What just happened?"
Did he really just lose time when a mission wasn’t involved?
"You were going to tease me, then maybe wanted to ask me something. Then you felt upset and scared. Then you were just blank."
"Blank?" Fox asks. "Like that moment at the park?"
Quinlan frowns, considering his question. "Yes, it felt very similar to that."
"That's disconcerting," Fox manages.
"Very," Quinlan agrees.
Fox closes his eyes and takes a slow breath in through his nose, letting the warmth of Quinlan’s fingers against his cheeks ground him. He lets his breath out, then opens his eyes to take in the concern still on Quinlan’s face, before he deflects again, "I was going to ask how much control you have during sex?"
Quinlan laughs, the tension gone from him suddenly. And then they're kissing. Not the heated, desperate kissing of earlier, but a slow exploration of each other's mouths. Fox presses close. They trade several slow deep kisses before Quinlan steps back. Fox wants to reel him back in, but Quinlan didn’t answer his question. He presses his lips together and tells himself he should open his eyes. Quinlan groans and cups his cheeks before pressing their foreheads together. “During sex it’s usually easy to keep my focus in the moment.”
“That’s good,” Fox says as he opens his eyes and their gazes lock on one another's.
Quinlan tilts his head and kisses him again. Quinlan's hands start to slide over his chest, but stop at the bacta patch. Quinlan pauses. "What happened?"
He can feel Quinlan's question against his lips. He really just wants to keep kissing, but Fox also wants to know what happened. "It's a burn."
Quinlan pulls back enough to frown. "How'd you do that?"
Fox manages to shrug. It's all he can make himself do and even that requires effort.
Quinlan frowns at him. "Can I see?"
Fox nods. "Let me finish changing, it'll be easier."
Quinlan kisses the side of his head. "I'm going to go use the refresher so you can have it when you're done changing."
It doesn't take either of them long to change or brush their teeth. Fox doesn't bother putting on the shirt Quinlan’s lending him so he doesn’t have to remove it. Quinlan insists on getting his first aid kit out of the chest at the end of his bed so Fox can have a new bacta patch after peeling off the old one. Then Quinlan gets him to sit at the table so he can throw the old patch away and look over his wound. Quinlan frowns, eyebrows drawing together and nose scrunching slightly as he takes in Fox’s wound.
"That's from lightning," Quinlan says slowly.
"Lightning?" Fox frowns. "Is that what the pattern is?"
"The ferning, yeah. It's only this shoulder though," Quinlan frowns. "How'd you get struck by lightning?"
Fox stills. He wants to tell Quinlan he doesn't know, he doesn’t remember, but the words don't come. He barely manages to shrug again.
Quinlan gives him an understanding look and Fox wants to scream in frustration. He wants to ask for help. A part of him wants to grab Quinlan’s hand and ask him to look, but would Quinlan have to go inside his head for that? The thought of someone in his head makes Fox instantly nauseous.
"Hey," Quinlan soothes as he carefully fits the new bacta patch over Fox's burn. "I understand if there are things you can't tell me. That's just a part of your job."
Fox manages to grab his hand and squeeze. Quinlan shifts his grip so he can squeeze back.
"Do you want help putting on a shirt or do you want to sleep without one?"
Fox raises his eyebrows. "That really was your plan this whole time, bring me back here to sleep."
Quinlan smiles, almost smirks as he leans in to tell Fox, "When I fuck you I want you to be awake enough to enjoy it."
Those words startle a rusty laugh out of Fox. He claps a hand over his mouth stunned. How long has it been since he laughed? He's not sure. Part of him wants to challenge that line, because it has to be a line. He wants to tease Quinlan about it and wants to ask if that’s a line he used with Cody. He could ask Cody. He could point out that Cody uses sex to get him into bed to sleep, but that would be admitting they've both had sex with Cody and the public perception of the clones is either that they're all brothers or droids with flesh instead of mechanical parts. He's never had sex with anyone who wasn't a clone, let alone talked about who he's been with to someone who didn't grow up training on Kamino.
He wants that with Quinlan though. He wants sex and a relationship. And yet he doesn’t know how much of the flirting is because Quinlan actually wants him and how much of this is a job. Fox isn’t sure he’s ready for the answer. Still, Quinlan’s flirting with him in private, talking about having sex with him when it can’t be for show because it’s only the two of them. Fox glances at Quinlan, not sure what to say. His thoughts are sluggish and starting to go anxious.
Quinlan wraps him in a hug. “You really need sleep.”
Fox lets himself rest in Quinlan’s arms for a moment. “I should put the shirt on.”
“Let me,” Quinlan urges as he picks up the shirt he laid out for Fox. He slides it up Fox’s left arm first, then eases it over his head, which lets Fox fit his other arm in. Quinlan leans in and kisses his forehead, before saying, “Let's get you in bed.”
Quinlan picks up a datapad as they head to his bed. He arranges a few pillows behind himself and turns on the datapad light before using the force to turn off the room lights. He glances at Fox.
“That light isn’t going to bother me,” Fox tells Quinlan before he can ask.
Quinlan smiles at him. “Do I at least get a cuddle?”
Fox rolls his eyes, but presses close, resting his head against Quinlan’s stomach with an arm around him. He waits for his worries about everything he should be doing to keep him awake, but Quinlan’s fingers brush through his hair.
“Rest Fox. You already checked in with Stone and this is something you need.” Quinlan’s tone is soothing and the stroke of fingers through his hair is lulling. Fox falls asleep faster than he has in a long time.
He wakes up facing the wall with Quinlan, a solid sleeping presence, behind him. Quinlan’s arm is around his waist and their legs are tangled. Fox yawns. He doesn’t want to be up yet, but he needs to use the refresher. He slides out of Quinlan’s arms. Quinlan blinks at him, barely awake himself.
“Fresher,” Fox tells him.
Quinlan nods and lets him get up.
When he gets back Quinlan hands him a cup of water and Fox drinks about half of it before handing it back. They both get back in bed and Fox falls asleep again in Quinlan’s arms.
When Fox wakes up he realizes it’s the first time in a long time that he actually feels rested. His thoughts don’t feel like the sluggishness he’s gotten used to. He wants caf because he enjoys the taste, not because he needs it to keep going. Quinlan presses a kiss to his neck then asks, “Better?”
“I think you already know.”
Quinlan snorts. Fox shifts to look at him. Their eyes meet. Quinlan sits up and smiles down at Fox. Then he takes off his bonnet and gloves, dropping them onto his nightstand before he straddles Fox. Fox smirks at the intense way Quinlan is studying his face as he hands slide up to grip Quinlan’s thighs and squeeze. Quinlan grins before leaning down to kiss him. Fox shifts up on his elbows to meet him. Their tongues quickly tangle. Quinlan bites his lips and Fox’s breath stutters out of him.
Quinlan sits back and asks, "Yes?"
Fox squeezes Quinlan’s thighs again. "Yes."
Quinlan pulls his shirt off and then Fox isn't sure if he wants to keep feeling up Quinlan’s thighs or move onto his abs or his chest. He glances up. Their eyes meet again.
"I really hope you're not just teasing me," Fox grumbles.
Quinlan grins. "I'm pretty sure we agreed to have sex after you got some sleep."
"I'm pretty sure you said you were going to fuck me," Fox challenges.
Quinlan laughs. "I did say that. You want me to?"
Fox wants him to, suddenly and desperately. He wets his lips, wanting another retort that will startle a laugh out of Quinlan. He also wants to palm the erection tenting Quinlan’s pants. He lets his hands squeeze Quinlan’s thighs. “I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t want you to.”
The way his words make Quinlan’s face go wanting makes Fox’s breath catch again. It'd almost be aggravating if he wasn't so turned on. He’s going to miss Quinlan and their banter when they’re done with their ruse and Quinlan’s moved onto his next job. Until then Fox is determined to savor every moment he can. He can at least keep the memories and unlike Keeli, Quinlan will at least be alive.
He runs his fingers up Quinlan’s thighs one more time, letting his nails drag against the soft fabric of his sleep pants before letting himself palm Quinlan’s erection. Quinlan’s eyes close. His lips part. He shifts back so that his ass is grinding against Fox’s erection. Fox arches into him groaning as he squeezes Quinlan’s cock. Quinlan moans and bites his lower lip.
The last few times he's had sex its been about not thinking, about not having responsibilities if only for a moment, but looking up at Quinlan he wants to be present, wants to savor their time together.
"I," Quinlan stutters out. "I really need to kiss you."
"Come here."
Quinlan shifts back further, kneeling between Fox’s legs, and Fox opens wider to accommodate him. Quinlan grabs his thighs and strokes them. Quinlan moves over him then, his arms bracket Fox’s head as Fox wraps his legs around him. Then Quinlan gives him a soft, brief kiss before he presses close, grinding their cocks against each other through their soft pants. Fox undulates his hips, trying to match the rhythm that Quinlan is setting while he moans into the next kiss. It takes them a moment, but then they're moving together, gasping and panting against each other's lips.
Quinlan kisses him deeply as he lifts his hips to shove his own pants down. Then he tugs on Fox’s pants and Fox lifts his hips to make it easier for him. Quinlan wraps his hand around both their cocks and pumps. Fox can't help the sound he makes before he manages, "Thought you were going to fuck me."
His hand joins Quinlan’s on their cocks, so they can press them close. Quinlan nips at his jaw. "Patience. I want to do that slow, but I've been wanting you,” he says between kisses, “the whole time you were gone so I need something fast."
"That's a pretty way to say you want us both to come once before you fuck me."
"Jedi are taught to be eloquent."
Fox laughs, then uses his free hand to tug Quinlan in for another kiss. Quinlan moves from his lips to his jaw, then nips at his neck. Fox shudders, then comes, gasping Quinlan’s name, dimly aware that Quinlan is coming too.
When Fox can think almost coherently again he realizes that Quinlan is laying on him, pressing open mouth kisses along his neck. Fox wets his lips, keeping his eyes closed and lets himself enjoy the weight of Quinlan on top of him. When he catches his breath he slants a look at Quinlan and asks, “Did my coming get you off?”
Quinlan laughs, then tells him. “It doesn’t always work like that, but it’s nice when it does.”
Fox shifts so he can pull Quinlan in for a kiss as he wonders why he can’t stand the thought of someone being in his head, but the Jedi’s empathic abilities don’t bother him. Quinlan gives him a firm kiss, then works on divesting both of them of their pants. Then Quinlan uses his to clean them off, before he rolls out of bed to get a washcloth to help with that. Fox takes his shirt off, pausing to touch the bacta patch. He checks the time, it’s only mid-afternoon. The washcloth Quinlan comes back with is warm. Once he's done cleaning them up he drops it onto his discarded sleep pants, before he pulls lube and a condom from his nightstand.
"Finally," Fox mock complains as he reaches for Quinlan. Quinlan’s fingers interlace with his as their lips meet. They continue to kiss as Quinlan straddles his waist. Quinlan presses their joined hands against the mattress and slides his free hand into Fox’s curls, grip tight and pulling slightly. Fox shutters and finds himself suddenly reconsidering getting his hair cut.
Quinlan hums a noise of appreciation, then says against his lips. “You feel really good.”
Then he starts kissing his way down Fox’s jaw, down his neck, still tugging on his hair, still pressing his hand back into the mattress. Fox tilts his head, eyes closed, as he asks, “How do you want me?”
Quinlan groans. His forehead presses against Fox’s shoulder as he stills for just a moment and then he’s mouthing light kisses along Fox’s collarbone. He shifts, nips Fox’s jaw, then says, “On your back? I want to be able to kiss you.”
“I really like kissing you too,” Fox agrees.
Quinlan kisses him then: slow and deep. The hand in his hair moves to skim over his shoulder and then down to a nipple. Quinlan rubs it between his fingers, then kisses Fox’s chin, before replacing his fingers with his mouth. The hand holding Fox’s to the bed moves to his other nipple. Fox arches into him gasping. Quinlan takes his time kissing down his chest, nips at his belly and then takes time exploring his hips before shifting off of him.
Quinlan presses a kiss to Fox’s knee as he settles between his legs. Fox watches him with hooded eyes, anticipation building. Quinlan rubs his hands over Fox’s legs, then leans in to kiss his way slowly up one thigh. He hears the click of the lube being opened. Fox sighs as Quinlan’s other hand skims up the inside of his other thigh. He’s hard again, but he doesn’t know if Quinlan is and he can’t tell from this angle. Quinlan looks up. Their eyes meet. Quinlan smirks and raises his eyebrows. Fox rolls his eyes. Quinlan laughs, then presses another kiss to his thigh. “Relax Fox. I have you.”
“Maybe have me a little faster,” Fox prods.
Quinlan snorts, then teases. “Anticipation Fox, anticipation.”
Fox huffs out a laugh that quickly changes to a moan as Quinlan’s fingers circle his hole, rubbing, teasing. Their eyes meet again as Quinlan slides a finger inside of him. Fox bites his lip. Quinlan is giving him this intense, searching look and Fox isn't sure what to say. He relaxes instead of saying anything, closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the way Quinlan is making him feel.
"That's good," Quinlan breathes and Fox opens his eyes to take in the pleasure on Quinlan’s face. Fox wets his lips and asks for another finger. Quinlan’s gaze shifts from where he's watching his finger slide in and out of Fox’s body up to his face. Fox wants to kiss him, but wants to get fucked too. He's about to ask again when Quinlan looks back down and carefully slides another finger in.
"Not so gentle," Fox complains.
Quinlan laughs again, husky and wanting. Fox bites back the sudden want to tell Quinlan how good he looks, how good his fingers feel. Quinlan’s other hand cups his balls, caresses. Quinlan’s fingers shift, hook, and graze his prostate. Fox cusses. Quinlan smirks. “Ah, there.”
And then Quinlan’s rubbing his prostate and playing with his balls at the same time and Fox isn’t sure if he wants to cuss and relax into this sensation or cuss at Quinlan for bringing him nearly to orgasm again this quickly.
“I’m not sure why you’re so annoyed,” Quinlan comments as he slides his hands away from Fox’s balls “Can you tell me what you want?”
His face is a mix of concern and laughter and it’s making Fox want to kiss him again. A filthy, biting kiss would help ground him right now. Fox somehow, desperately, manages to pant, “I wanted to come with you inside of me.”
Quinlan swears. He strokes his fingers against Fox’s prostate briefly before he slides his fingers out then reaches for the washcloth. He wipes his fingers off. Then he puts the condom on and lubes himself up..
"Anticipation," Fox means to tease, but there's no bite to his voice.
"Slow?" Quinlan asks, tone already conveying he's sure Fox wants the opposite.
Fox snorts. Quinlan grins and then he’s leaning forwards, guiding one of Fox’s legs over his shoulder even as he pushes his cock in Fox’s body. He still moves carefully, slowly, watching Fox’s face. Fox wraps his other leg around Quinlan’s waist, attempting to pull him closer, as he leverages himself up, urging Quinlan to go harder and faster. But Quinlan doesn’t pick up the pace.
“So impatient,” Quinlan laughs, then kisses him hard and filthy as he continues to slowly fucks his way into Fox. Fox moans against his mouth, wrapping arms around him. Quinlan shifts back so that his words are murmured against Fox’s lips. “Better Sweetheart?”
“You’re going to call me that in bed?” Fox groans incredulously as Quinlan starts thrusting his hips.
“Till you tell me to stop,” Quinlan promises as he presses Fox down into the mattress with another biting kiss. He tangles his fingers into Fox’s hair using his grip to tilt Fox’s head all while continuing to fuck him. He keeps a steady pace hitting Fox’s prostate with each in stroke. Fox arches into Quinlan, enjoying how the slow steady way he’s being fucked contrasts the way Quinlan is devouring his mouth.
Fox wants to stay in this moment as long as possible. He doesn’t want Quinlan to change anything that he’s doing. He can’t tell Quinlan that though, not without pulling away from kissing and he really doesn’t want to do that. Fox slides his hands around so he’s cupping Quinlan’s face as they continue to kiss and fuck, and feels his orgasm sneaking up on him.
Fox comes hard with a shout he can’t contain. Quinlan comes too panting and moaning against Fox’s lip. He gives Fox one more brief kiss before he cusses and collapses on top of him, burying his forehead in the crook of Fox’s shoulder and neck.
Fox wraps his arms around Quinlan’s back tightly, content to just drift and lay together for a moment. He realizes he didn’t ask what Quinlan likes after sex. Wolffe always wants to drag both of them into the nearest shower, preferring to clean off with hot water rather than sonics if it’s available. Cody always wants to cuddle after, but Fox isn’t sure if that’s Cody ensuring that he gets some sleep or Cody actually wanting to cuddle. He’s not going to think about Keeli in this moment. He wants this thing between him and Quinlan to mean as much to him as what he had with Keeli, but he knows that it doesn’t and it won’t.
“Hey,” Quinlan catches his attention as he brings his thumb up to brush against Fox’s lips. “You got sad for a moment.”
Fox kisses his thumb as he runs his fingers up and down Quinlan’s back. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Quinlan hums an acknowledgement, kisses his shoulder, then asks, “You’re good?”
“If you’re asking if I want to do that again, then yes.”
Quinlan snorts, then laughs.
“Sleep first though,” Fox decides.
“And food,” Quinlan puts in.
“And food,” Fox agrees.
“Your hands feel really good,” Quinlan tells him, settling his head back down on Fox’s shoulder. “Give me another moment and I’ll move.”
“Feels good, you lying on top of me,” Fox admits. “Except for the come you’re lying on.”
Quinlan chuckles then squeezes Fox’s hips before disengaging. Quinlan takes a moment to clean both of them up, heading back into his refresher for a new washcloth and towel. Once he’s satisfied they’re both cleaned off he gets them both some water. Fox rolls his eyes, but drinks about half. He’s drowsy again and doesn’t protest when Quinlan sets their glasses on the nightstand and pushes him back down on the bed. Quinlan covers them both with plenty of blankets, then shifts so Fox is cuddling up close, Quinlan’s arm behind his head.
“We should get dressed,” Fox protests. He doesn’t want to move, just wants to enjoy the feeling of pressing close to Quinlan and go back to sleep.
“I will,” Quinlan promises, fingers drawing swirls against Fox’s shoulder. “After you go back to sleep.”
Fox tries to agree, but he’s already falling asleep, content and warm.