Galaxtic

Javier gave him a soft smile as he spoke. The android couldn’t help tt, after all, it always warmed his heart, however non fully human said muscle was. His arms moved slowly and guided Diego to be straddled on his lap. Eyes locked on the human’s with a mix of admiration and love before he kissed his lips. Having raised his back to a sitting position, he pushed the blankets away of their bodies and held Diego’s neck and leg with each hand as he kissed him, passionately. Slow taking breaks to let him breath. But not wanting to part away from those lips for too long.

   Eventually, he spoke again. “Can we do that with you being loud or nah?”

Diego would always say what he felt if he ever thought Javier was doubting himself, and even more often than that. His smile only grew as he was pulled forward into the other’s lap, happily sitting in such a place, so close to him with their lips together in a gentle kiss every seconds or so, then breaking apart, then going back to it.  One hand was upon Javier’s chest and the other around his neck, holding him close. For as long as he remembered he had Javier in his life, he always had something for him, but it took him a while to realize he had feelings for this boy who was his first and best friend, now boyfriend. 

Ricky blushed a little as Gabe said his name. The boy had a bit of a crush on the other. He had been admiring him from afar since he started at the precinct. He raised his hand only slightly at the bartender, and another beer was brought to Gabe. “Do you like being a cop?” Ricky inquired. “They dont let me carry a gun because I technically failed the whole cop academy thing.” The wolf chuckled off the awkwardness. “So they just have me working cold cases until they can trust me to work active ones. Maybe someday we could be partners!”

                          “all day can be too long with such a boring company as me, Diego.” Javier pointed, low breath and teasing tone. After waking up from stasis, after the accident, after almost losing his life, with the modifications his father did on him, his body stopped needing as much sleep and with less than two hours after Diego had fallen asleep, he was already awoken. hand brushing his back all the time in soft circles until eventually stopping. Now that he was awake, he resumed those touches and caresses. “We can try tho. It’s not like I have much of a job either.”

Jonathan had always been more the pacifist, the diplomat, but– recently– he’d found himself needing some form of time passing hobby to keep his ever active mind sated. So, despite his stance on not needing to resort to violence, he found himself visiting the station’s practice firing range more often. Now, he was no skilled marksman but he’d managed to teach himself, well enough with the lasers anyway, how to be a decent shot. He was no contest for Dio though.

“Not going to lie, I’m actually a bit impressed,” he said with a soft laugh as he took the gun being shoved at him. “Really, I thought my commanding officer was full of himself but you? You might have just blown him out of the water with that hidden little cockiness just now. Don’t get me wrong, cockiness kind of looks good on you… I just wasn’t expecting it.” Clearly Jonathan was stalling by talking; buying himself time so he didn’t have to follow after the other’s display of talent. 

“How about we make it interesting–  double or nothing, in a way, but this time you do it blind-folded. You don’t even have to hit the bulls eye. If you can get remotely close to it blindfolded then I’ll buy you that drink… unless you don’t think you can do it,” he taunted as he held the gun back out for Dio to take if he wanted.

Dio couldn’t help but smirk at the other man, he noticed how he stalled and was so clearly refusing to fire the gun and prove the fact that Dio was right. He could have his fun with that though, taunt, tease him about it if he really wanted to. But then again, the man couldn’t help but feel just a little cocky about it and it was so clearly showing upon his face. He had no reason to hide it either, he knew his skill, everyone did really. He was good at any gun, but the best with a rifle in his hand, so a little laser blaster was nothing to him. 

“Looks good on me huh? Maybe I’ll have to wear it more often.” It only served to make his grin grow before he snatched the gun out of the man’s grip. “Easy, I know this place like the back of my hand.” It was an easy bet for him, well, the cockiness was running through him and he was pretty damn sure he could hit the target like this. So he returns to standing at the point in the range in front of the target, smirking as he could see it in his head as he closed his eyes. “Come on then, cover my eyes for me.”  

         “So what do people do here? Do they just... drink and talk?” Diego looks around, slightly confused as he saw the various people around laughing, talking and throwing down drinks like they were water. He was barely nursing his own drink, as he wasn’t used to any kind of alcohol in his system. The Computer programmer was often working all hours of the day of course, so he rarely got a chance to leave the officer or even his room when he wasn’t sleeping or napping. 

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                          Dio stands firm, gun in hand as his eyes are focused forward on the target at the end of the room. He takes careful aim before firing a burst of the bullets, well, more lasers, as they left a burn where the bullet should be. They figured practicing with deadly lasers was better instead of wasting the ammunition they were ‘so limited’ to be in as they claimed. But it didn’t stop Dio from being an amazing marksman, good with a rifle he always had a wonderful aim from a distance. 

     “Told you I could hit the bullseye.” A faint cocky tone fills his voice as he  turns around, shoving the gun in the hands of his companion. 

“Shit.” Ashley grumbled as he hurriedly tried to put his shirt back on. “Shit, shit, shit.” He continued cursing to himself, under his breath, as he moved further away from the bed– and the man sleeping in it. Stumbling around the foreign room, he did his best to find the rest of his clothes but all he could manage to find were his socks and his boxers. At this point? He was willing to leave dressed like that, all he needed were his boots. If he weren’t rushing, like some college kid running out on his first one night stand, he would have been able to see his boots tucked just under the foot of the bed; hell, he would have even realized the shirt he pulled on wasn’t his own, but in the lack of light and the height of panic he lost all the self control he was known for as Jonathan and finally got a taste of the frazzled, nervous chaos that Ashley was known for; that he was known for now. “Oh come on,” he proclaimed, louder than he should have, as he let out a hissing breath; his knee colliding with a hard surface as he continued to struggle with the buttons on the shirt. “Where the fuck are my boots….” @galaxtic