Five times touched each other -behindthetroopermask
(I’ll go with 4 Star Wars, 1 Modern <3 )
1. “This way!” BO-1289 grinned brightly behind his helmet, hand moving to the small of his fellow trooper’s back. “That part of the ship is still under construction from You-know-who’s last tantrum. I know a shortcut anyway!”
MK-2913 follows at Beau’s side, close so they’re shoulder to shoulder. He doesn’t mention that he had been shown this way before by another trooper. If B’s hand lingers too long on his back, neither of them mention it.2. “L-like that. Yeah-”
The art of sucking cock is tricky; don’t use teeth, breathe out of your nose, move your tongue, pay attention to the head- There are so many rules, but B is used to following rules. He thrives on it.
When Mark cums, hot and sticky on his tongue, he rakes his hands through B’s hair and praises him. B shivers like he’d had an orgasm himself.
3. "Heard you completed the mission.” BO-1289′s voice was impassive as MK-2913 passed by him in the halls. “Welcome back, soldier.”
During lights out, MK lay silent, replaying the carnage of the mission in his head..More dead, but they weren’t him. He closed his eyes and could hear Screams and blaster rifles, choke on the smell of smoke.
A body, heavier than his, sat on the bed. BO curled up against his back, slung an arm around his waist.
The sounds of battle stopped, replaced with B’s gentle whispers.
“I missed you so much...”4. Another of their bases was destroyed by Resistance scum, but BO-1289 had managed to escape the base unscathed, along with a smattering of personnel. A mix of troopers and higher officers were on the ship, breathing the same air, sharing the same space.
Staring out of the ship, staring at each other, staring at nothing at all, trying to comprehend the loss, no one so much as bat an eye as two stormtroopers sat close, hands laced together, the smaller one’s head on the larger ones shoulder.
5. It was beer and movie night on Beau’s couch, and Esther had gone to bed after their second drink, claiming she was going to leave before her son got too clingy. Mark let out a quiet laugh as Beau chugged down his fourth beer and scooted closer, nuzzling his face into the curve of the other man’s neck. Well, looks like he was a clingy drunk.
“Y’smell good.” Beau mumbled, his warm breath tickling Mark’s ear. Mark suppressed a shiver. His hands itched to grab the man, to get more contact, to touch him and feel him in way he’d yearned to do for years.
But then he remembered Beau’s face, so full of shame. The tears in his eyes-
“Mark.” Mark snapped back to attention, gasping when he realized their faces were so close. For a big guy, Beau had really managed to really get the jump on him. Maybe he’d drank a bit too much himself.
“Mark...” Beau repeated, their noses brushed for a moment before the blonde pressed his face into Mark’s shoulder.“...Hold me.”
Hands wrapped as well around the man as he could, Mark leaned back onto the couch. They fell asleep shortly after.
