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rivulet027) wrote2022-12-11 11:15 pm
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Ficlet: Confess (Star Wars, Zeb/Kallus)
Title: Confess
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Zeb/Kallus
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: While waiting out a storm in a storage shed Zeb realizes he wants act on all the flirting.
A/N: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fan_flashworks prompt storm.
Confess:
Zeb and Alex duck out of the storm into the storage shed. Zeb starts to shake out his head, trying to get the water off and then completely stills when Alex takes his shirt off. Alex carefully twists the water out on one end, then shifts his grip so he’s holding a part that is remarkably still dry. He steps close and then starts using his shirt to dry Zeb off.
Zeb isn’t sure he’s ever noticed how golden Alex’s eyes are before this. Hera says they’re hazel and that’s rare for Humans. For a moment he tries to concentrate on Alex’s eyes, but Alex is studying him so intently as he works at drying him that Zeb needs to shift his focus, except then he’s looking at the expanse of Alex’s exposed skin. It’s still damp, but looks soft. Zeb wants to touch, wants to feel how soft or rough Alex’s skin might feel. He forces his eyes downwards, except then he’s looking at Alex’s chest and the small beads of water that are dripping off his hair to make paths down all that exposed skin. One drop slides across a nipple and Zeb tries not to think about how much he wants to know how Alex would react to him licking that nipple. Apparently some Humans have sensitive nipples and some don’t. Zeb really wants to know where Alex falls on the spectrum. Maybe he should look back up, try to start a conversation, or even look away.
They’ve been flirting recently. At least Zeb is relatively sure they’re flirting. Isn’t a not-really-an-argument that makes both beings laugh flirting? There have been lingering looks as well. And that time he stumbled while helping unload supplies from the Volt Cobra Alex had steadied him and then his hands had lingered at Zeb’s hips.
Zeb tries not to stare at Alex’s stomach and the way his hips disappear into his pants. How does he get Alex to take his pants off? He’d really like to see Alex naked. Alex dabs his shirt against Zeb’s neck as he asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Zeb manages.
Their eyes meet. Zeb wets his lips. Alex raises his eyebrows.
“Your shirt is going to end up smelling like me,” Zeb warns.
Alex shrugs as he reassures, “I like the way you smell.”
Zeb tries to swallow a moan. He shakes his head. Alex pauses, shirt still against Zeb’s neck. Zeb tries to explain, “You…I…We, I mean.”
What is wrong with him? Usually he’s more articulate than this!
Alex lowers his hand from Zeb’s neck. He reaches out, with the hand not holding his shirt, to take one of Zeb’s hands and squeeze. “Did I say something offensive?”
“No,” Zeb rushes to reassure. He shakes his head slightly. “For Lasats finding each other’s scents attractive is what often leads to dating.”
Zeb hopes he explained that well enough in Human terms.
“Oh,” Alex says, his cheeks starting to tinge pink. Zeb blinks as he realizes how far the blush goes down Alex’s chest. Alex wets his lips. Zeb’s eyes shift to track the movement. Wait, does he need to explain further? Did he just explain poorly? Alex’s fingers squeeze his again. “How do I smell to you?”
For a moment Zeb entertains the idea of stepping close, until he and Alex are pressed against each other and then letting his nose touch Alex’s neck. Zeb takes a breath to steady himself. He can describe this reasonably. “It makes me want to bite you.”
“Bite me?” Alex asks. His eyes widen slightly, but he looks more curious than shocked.
“Affectionately,” Zeb clarifies.
“I’m interested in affectionate biting,” Alex tells him slowly.
“Yeah?” Zeb growls.
Alex nods. “We probably need to have a discussion about expectations and wants and how do you feel about kissing?”
“Kissing?” Zeb asks as he lets himself close the distance between them. He lets go of Alex’s hand to cup his cheek. Alex presses a kiss to his palm. “Do you mean on the forehead?”
He leans in and presses his lips against Alex’s forehead. Alex sighs and closes his eyes. He is definitely kissing Alex’s forehead again.
“Or do you mean on the lips?” Zeb finishes as he tilts his head and kisses Alex. Alex drops his shirt, his hands coming up to cup Zeb’s face as he presses closer. Zeb grins into the kiss. He’s right, they have been flirting.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Zeb/Kallus
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Star Wars. It's not my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: While waiting out a storm in a storage shed Zeb realizes he wants act on all the flirting.
A/N: Written for the
fan_flashworks prompt storm.Confess:
Zeb and Alex duck out of the storm into the storage shed. Zeb starts to shake out his head, trying to get the water off and then completely stills when Alex takes his shirt off. Alex carefully twists the water out on one end, then shifts his grip so he’s holding a part that is remarkably still dry. He steps close and then starts using his shirt to dry Zeb off.
Zeb isn’t sure he’s ever noticed how golden Alex’s eyes are before this. Hera says they’re hazel and that’s rare for Humans. For a moment he tries to concentrate on Alex’s eyes, but Alex is studying him so intently as he works at drying him that Zeb needs to shift his focus, except then he’s looking at the expanse of Alex’s exposed skin. It’s still damp, but looks soft. Zeb wants to touch, wants to feel how soft or rough Alex’s skin might feel. He forces his eyes downwards, except then he’s looking at Alex’s chest and the small beads of water that are dripping off his hair to make paths down all that exposed skin. One drop slides across a nipple and Zeb tries not to think about how much he wants to know how Alex would react to him licking that nipple. Apparently some Humans have sensitive nipples and some don’t. Zeb really wants to know where Alex falls on the spectrum. Maybe he should look back up, try to start a conversation, or even look away.
They’ve been flirting recently. At least Zeb is relatively sure they’re flirting. Isn’t a not-really-an-argument that makes both beings laugh flirting? There have been lingering looks as well. And that time he stumbled while helping unload supplies from the Volt Cobra Alex had steadied him and then his hands had lingered at Zeb’s hips.
Zeb tries not to stare at Alex’s stomach and the way his hips disappear into his pants. How does he get Alex to take his pants off? He’d really like to see Alex naked. Alex dabs his shirt against Zeb’s neck as he asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” Zeb manages.
Their eyes meet. Zeb wets his lips. Alex raises his eyebrows.
“Your shirt is going to end up smelling like me,” Zeb warns.
Alex shrugs as he reassures, “I like the way you smell.”
Zeb tries to swallow a moan. He shakes his head. Alex pauses, shirt still against Zeb’s neck. Zeb tries to explain, “You…I…We, I mean.”
What is wrong with him? Usually he’s more articulate than this!
Alex lowers his hand from Zeb’s neck. He reaches out, with the hand not holding his shirt, to take one of Zeb’s hands and squeeze. “Did I say something offensive?”
“No,” Zeb rushes to reassure. He shakes his head slightly. “For Lasats finding each other’s scents attractive is what often leads to dating.”
Zeb hopes he explained that well enough in Human terms.
“Oh,” Alex says, his cheeks starting to tinge pink. Zeb blinks as he realizes how far the blush goes down Alex’s chest. Alex wets his lips. Zeb’s eyes shift to track the movement. Wait, does he need to explain further? Did he just explain poorly? Alex’s fingers squeeze his again. “How do I smell to you?”
For a moment Zeb entertains the idea of stepping close, until he and Alex are pressed against each other and then letting his nose touch Alex’s neck. Zeb takes a breath to steady himself. He can describe this reasonably. “It makes me want to bite you.”
“Bite me?” Alex asks. His eyes widen slightly, but he looks more curious than shocked.
“Affectionately,” Zeb clarifies.
“I’m interested in affectionate biting,” Alex tells him slowly.
“Yeah?” Zeb growls.
Alex nods. “We probably need to have a discussion about expectations and wants and how do you feel about kissing?”
“Kissing?” Zeb asks as he lets himself close the distance between them. He lets go of Alex’s hand to cup his cheek. Alex presses a kiss to his palm. “Do you mean on the forehead?”
He leans in and presses his lips against Alex’s forehead. Alex sighs and closes his eyes. He is definitely kissing Alex’s forehead again.
“Or do you mean on the lips?” Zeb finishes as he tilts his head and kisses Alex. Alex drops his shirt, his hands coming up to cup Zeb’s face as he presses closer. Zeb grins into the kiss. He’s right, they have been flirting.