Friendpatine's Self-Indulgent Bullshit

The Force had surrounded the Zabrak but the flow was uneven, almost like clashing with something inside Savage. It reminded Glitch of the waves crashing against Tipoca City, this massive body of water, wielded by the hurricane-like winds that tried to topple the buildings, but for some reason Glitch felt that, unlike Tipoca City, the Force would win against whatever that was trying to hold it back from Savage. 

So, Glitch kept an eye of his sudden new companion, watched him heal and get better. How the broken pieces dark, spiky armor was discarded, leaving Savage walking around mostly with just the tight fit clothes beneath it, the dark fabric somewhat singed as well from the fire. 

But one morning Glitch woke up to the sound of fabric ripping and once he sat up, Glitch witnessed Savage calmly ripping off the sleeves of his undershirt, revealing strong, muscular arms and yellow skin. 

Glitch was no stranger to arousal and at that moment, he had been extremely thankful for the rough-weaven straw blanket covering his lap. 

(It was only later that Glitch noted the Force flew much smoother around Savage and how his eyes were now more pale green than the bright yellow from before.)

Glitch spent the rest of the day trying not to stare at Savage, hoping the other wouldn’t notice the furtive glances Glitch was giving at him. 

After that, it seemed like Savage found a new kind of distaste on his clothes because he kept removing the shirt or rolling up the pant legs to reveal strong calves, and this new development had Glitch nearly walking in on a tree twice and once against the rock wall next to the cave’s opening. 

(He did fall over a root when Savage lifted a rock the size of an astromech without breaking into sweat.)

Five days later, and after sharing a somewhat awkward bath at the nearby river (Glitch had tried and failed not to find out just how down those tattoos went), Glitch found himself face to fa - no, face to chest with Savage after the Zabrak had carefully crowded him against a giant boulder.

“Savage?” Glitch asks, almost worried if not for the calmness in the Force, surrounding them with its flow. He stared up into the glowing eyes, taking in the light color in them as they bored down on him.

“I want you and I know you want me too.” 

Glitch blinked. “Oh. You do?”

Savage snorted, one hand moving down to rest carefully on Glitch’s shoulder. It was large enough for the thumb to rest on his throat, the sharp nails ever so gentle against the skin. 

“Yes. And I would be more than willing to act on it. Now, if possible.” 

Glitch licked his lips, his heart rate speeding up when Savage’s eyes dipped down to track the movement. 

“I, uh, guess we should do something about it then,” he said, slowly, feeling his face grow warm. 

Savage’s lips twitched, forming the tiniest of grins.