#sinkerboost

Hiii friend thank you for the prompt 🥺 I'm finally posting this so you're getting a snippet and the link to the whole thing on Ao3. It's Sinker/Boost, I hope you like it :)

By the time the clinic doors open and Sinker finally steps out, supported on one side by a medic with short blue hair, Boost has cut off the Jedi speeder’s idling engine and gotten comfortable with a holozine. Heaving a sigh, he switches off his datapad and pockets it. He’s literally just reached the gossip section with the juiciest bits about Jedi and ex-commanders being spotted in more or less compromising places—and now he’ll have to wait until they’re home to read it, or maybe even until after he’s brought the speeder back to the temple vehicle bays. Sinker really knows how to pick the worst times ever. Boost kicks open the speeder door and gets out. The medic’s already spotted him and is waving him over, letting go of Sinker in the process—who sways precariously on his feet. The medic is quick to grab him again. “Sorry.” She—Blue, going by her name and pronouns tag—grimaces as Boost approaches. “Your boyfriend was skittish about the procedure, so we dosed him liberally. He’s still a bit loopy, but not enough that we had to park him in a wheelchair. You can have him back now—not in one piece, but that was the goal, wasn’t it?” Boost sighs, again. It’s a sighing kind of day, apparently.

Of course!

Hardcase/Dogma

Dogma thinks Hardcase is too overbearing, and that he should leave him alone. What’s the point of all this camaraderie anyway? There has to be some sort of ulterior motives behind the way he always seeks him out at lunch, or the way he wants to spar with him every time, or ask him to help with painting his armor… Yes, he’s definitely hiding something. When he mentions his doubts to Tup, he’s quite disappointed to see that all he manages to do is making the other burst into laughter. Apparently, he needs to “learn to read the room” and to “read between the lines”, but Dogma has no idea what his friend is actually talking about. Oh well, he supposes it will remain a mystery…

Sinker/Boost

They hate being on leave, because being on leave means that they’re forced to come to terms with the disaster that has been their last mission. They have lost so many people… Wolffe has completely closed off, not letting even them in, leaving Booster and Sinker with dealing with the hopelessness and emptiness themselves. It’s a good thing that they can support each other, or else they have no idea about how they could’ve gotten out of this state. They suppose that even the hardest of times can have their upsides: now they’re more united than ever, and nothing’s ever going to change that.

Wolffe/Comet

(Of course! I love them)

Sinker is nowhere to be found. Boost has commed him who knows how many times already, but he hasn’t answered to him not even once. Just where the hell did he go?

If this is a prank he’s playing on him, Boost will shove him out of the airlock, because he has no business making him worry so much, the dumb idiot.

At least, after a bit of investigating, Boost finds out what he was supposed to do: counting the supplies crates. Now, it could be that it’s taking Sinker long to do it, but Boost is more inclined to think that he must be slacking off, or that he convinced someone else to do it for him and he’s making himself scarce so that he wouldn’t be questioned about it.

Still, a clue is a clue, so for now Boost decides to follow it. If it leads to nowhere, that’s fine, at least he can say that he checked.

To say that he wasn’t prepared for what is in front of his eyes as he arrived at the supply storage room would be an understatement. How he manages not to burst into laughter immediately is a mystery.

At least he can say that he’s found Sinker, even though he has fallen asleep, and on a crate, no less. The most incredible thing is how he’s fallen asleep: he’s still standing, but he’s resting his elbows on one of the crates, face supported by his hands; just how the hell can someone fall asleep like that? What was he even thinking?

Maybe he thought he was just resting his eyes? Yeah, that was probably it. Still, how tired was he to fall asleep like that?

At this point there are many things Boost could do, but in the end he decides to take Sinker’s forgotten datapad on the crate and do the counting part; once he’s done with that, he sends all the data to Wolffe, then he turns towards Sinker. He’s still asleep.

After snatching a photo of him like that - because this is good blackmail material and Boost isn’t so dumb to pass it up - he takes him in his arms with the intent of bringing him back to the barracks.

He gets a few looks on his way, but nobody pays him much mind. In all this, he finds himself getting a few peeks of Sinker’s sleeping face; he looks so relaxed in his sleep, which isn’t such a rare event… but it’s also true that sleepy is tricky for them, especially when they end up dreaming of a certain event on a certain ship…

Enough, he shouldn’t think about that now. They survived it and that’s what matters.

Once he gets to the barracks, he lowers Sinker on his bunk, but despite the fact that he’s as careful as he can, Boost still manages to wake him up.

“Wha…” Sinker mutters, slightly opening his eyes. “… Boost?”

Shit. “Ssssh, go back to sleep,” Boost mutters soothingly, but it’s too late now.

“Wait, I was supposed to… The crates!” Sinker tries to get up. “I need to check the crates!”

“Calm down,” Boost tells him, pushing him back down. “I counted the crates.”

“… You did?”

“Yes, now stay down. If you were so tired to fall asleep on the job, you must be getting too little sleep. You better catch up soon or else I’m gonna call the medics.”

Sinker makes a grimace, but he doesn’t want to risk Boost really calling the medics on him, so in the end he sighs. “Alright, fine… But on one condition.”

Now it’s Boost’s turn to sigh. “Which is?”

Sinker smirks, stretching a hand towards him. “You have to join me.”

Oh, thisis what he wants. And here Sinker thought he was going to ask him something impossible for him to do.

He smiles. “You got it.”

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(The first prompt! Asker wants to remain anonymous, so I won’t say who they are. Anyway, I hope you like it!)

“This is stupid,” Boost grumbles, less willing to go along with this kind of stuff than Sinker’s is.

“Oh shut it, I know you’re enjoying it too,” Sinker retorts immediately, having noticed the way Boost is trying very hard to fight back a smile from appearing on his face.

Boost grumbles some more but he doesn’t say anything back, and when Sinker raises the datapad to his face, he poses so that Sinker can take another picture. Wolffe is going to be so mad…

 Why would Wolffe be mad? Simple: the datapad they’re using is his. Wolffe has forgotten it at the cafeteria, and Sinker and Boost have decided to have some fun with it before he comes looking for it.

It’s a real fancy thing, Wolffe’s datapad; it even has a camera, which is a feature that they’ve been abusing for at least half an hour, taking pictures of themselves making goofy faces that the Commander will have to delete one by one.

He’s gonna be furious, that’s for sure, but the months of fresher duty - ‘cause they’re surely going to get that - are going to be worth it just to see the face Wolffe will make.

 Sinker steps closer to Boost, pulling his arm around his shoulders only to then lean in, eyes still on the camera, and pressing his lips to Boost’s cheek. He takes another picture.

“Too bad Wolffe will delete them…” he says then. “Think we might convince him to keep them?”

“If he hasn’t killed us before we get the chance to ask,” Boost points out.

“Oh come on, he won’t,” Sinker retorts. “He’ll be mad, sure, but we’re too useful to him. He won’t kill us.”

At those words, Boost rolls his eyes.

“So, think we can manage?” Sinker asks again then.

“Nope,” is all Boost replies with, before taking Sinker’s chin in hand and drawing him close for an actual kiss. This time he’s the one who snaps the picture.

Something happens, however: they get into the kiss way too much, and for a moment they forget about what they were supposed to do, which isn’t a problem in itself of course, but…

 Crash!

 Both Sinker and Boost immediately pull away, staring in horror at the datapad that has fallen on the ground. It seemed like such hot shit but, judging by the cracked screen, it’s also pretty fragile. Uh-oh…

“He’s going to kill us. He’s so going to kill us.”

“He needs to find out it’s us in order to kill us,” Sinker replies, with a smirk already on his face. He’s always plotting something.

“What do you plan on doing?” Boost asks, “Put it back at the cafeteria and pretend we didn’t touch it?”

“Exactly,” Sinker replies, “But first…”

He bends over to take the datapad in his hand.

“Lemme delete all proof that we touched it,” he says then, beginning to delete all the pictures. It’s a shame that he has to do it, but it’s for their own sake. Besides, they’ve already established that Wolffe would’ve deleted them anyway, so it’s not that big of a loss.

“Hurry up so we can leave it and be done with this whole thing.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m working on it,” Sinker replies. “Almost done…”

 Despite this being a very lethal situation, they forget about it pretty quickly once they leave the datapad back to where it originally was, which is good because it’ll help giving off the impression that they’ve been doing other things and have nothing to do with this accident at all.

At the moment they’re on their way to take a shower, having spent the rest of the morning at the shooting range; sure, they are on leave, but this doesn’t mean they get to slack off. No, this isn’t what they’ve been taught on Kamino: constant exercise is paramount. If you slack off, it’s easier for you to die in battle.

Besides, it’s always fun challenging each other about who can take down most targets; it’s a good motivator to improve, and also the loser gets to do something the winner will choose for him, which let’s be honest, is the best part of this whole deal.

Today it’s Boost’s lucky day, cause he has won. You can tell by the confident way he’s walking, while Sinker follows him with a frown on his face.

“Oh please,” he says once they arrive to the communal showers, “Stop doing that!”

“Doing what?” Boost replies, as he begins to take his armor off, followed by Sinker.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t play fool with me,” Sinker retorts. He hates it when Boosts wins because he always acts like this. Smug bastard. His smug bastard though.

In order to shut him up, Sinker grabs him by the neck of the blacks and pulls him in for a kiss, slipping his tongue between his lips; he can’t help but to smirk at how pliant he immediately becomes during the kiss. This is his favorite version of Boost.

 Unfortunately, however, their fun is cut short.

“BOOST! SINKER!”

Oh no, that’s the Commander’s voice! Has he found out about the datapad?

“WHERE ARE THEY?! I SWEAR I’M GOING TO KILL THEM!”

Boost and Sinker look at each other. Oh no, it looks like Wolffe hasn’t taken kindly to what happened - though nobody was actually hoping for the contrary, it would’ve been too good. More than anything it’s a shame that he has somehow already understood that it was their fault, though to be fair who else could’ve been?

“Ready to run for your life?” Boost asks.

“As if you need to ask,” Sinker immediately replies. “Follow me, I know a place where we can hide.”

Boost nods, and here they go now, running away from a constantly closer Wolffe who, as soon as he spots them, begins to chase them, furious.

 Sinker and Boost keep running, uncaring of the fact that they’re armorless and half-naked, because they know that the moment they stop they’ll be dead men.

And yet, despite everything, they can’t help but to laugh as they run, though it’s unclear whether it’s because they’re actually happy or it’s just the nervousness taking control of them.

(Of course anon! Ngl I’m pretty happy with how this one turned out)

Sinker thought he was lucky to finally have the shower all for himself, but the sound of feet getting closer makes him understand quickly that it’s not the case.

What a pleasant surprise, however: someone very special has joined him, someone Sinker has no hesitation to corner against the shower wall.

“Look who’s finally decided to take a shower!”

Boost growls like the animal that he is, shoving Sinker away but to no effect. He doesn’t budge.

“Kriff off Sinker let me shower in peace!” he says then, but Sinker still doesn’t move. Not that Boost actually minds having his riduur this close, but he’s come here for a reason and he wants to get a move on so that he can do other things.

His determination crumbles immediately however  when Sinker steps closer and until they’re chest to chest, exuding smugness as he does so.

“Oh don’t worry,” he says, tone falsely innocent, “Turn around, I’m just going to help.”

A shiver runs through Boost’s spine at those words, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he complies, resting his hands against the cold tiles of the wall.

 Sinker turns up the water and wastes no time getting the soap, spreading it across Boost’s body. He even begins to massage his sore muscles, which is something that Boost is grateful for - sparring sessions with Wolffe always end up with him feeling everything hurt for days. He groans appreciatively at the gesture and he’s rewarded by a gentle kiss on the back of his neck. He might be a pain to deal with, but he loves his riduur.

Boost does his best to keep his voice quiet, even though Sinker isn’t exactly making things easy for him, not with the slow and sensual way he’s touching his body. He presses his forehead against the tiles, closing his eyes in concentration to try that keep calm, but all he manages to do like this is to feel Sinker’s touch even more intensely.

Maybe if he pretends everything’s fine, Sinker won’t notice…

 As if he read his mind and wants to prove him wrong, Sinker stretches a hand over, immediately brushing against Boost’s half-hard cock. Even though he refuses to turn around to look at him, he knows he must have the most annoying smug face in the entire galaxy.

“Looks like someone’s happy…” Sinker whispers then, a hint of affection hidden behind the smug tone. It makes Boost smile and nod, not even bothering trying to hide it anymore.

It pays, because Sinker closes his fist around his dick, giving it a few tugs. Boost is beginning to feel his legs give away, but he keeps staying up, if anything not to give Sinker the satisfaction of having made him go boneless; he’ll have to work way harder for that.

He might actually do it, because he suddenly begins to feel something small prodding against his entrance; he knows immediately it’s Sinker’s fingers. The other clone begins to prod against Boost’s rim, aided by the slippery soap: he slides in easily, though it burns. It’s fine, Boost doesn’t mind; actually, he likes it if it hurts a bit.

He lets out a shaky moan at the breach, finding it harder and harder to stay up. Sinker has begun kissing his back and shoulders, and somehow that soft contact manages to balance things.

 “Kriff, Sinker… Just-- Do something!”

“I am doing something.” Ugh, what a smartass. He’s been slowly massaging Boost’s inner walls with his finger, barely moving it, but as nice as it feels, it’s almost not enough anymore.

This time Boost turns as much as he can so that he can send an ugly look at the other.

“You know what I mean.”

Sinker chuckles, leaning in to kiss the other’s mouth. “Oh, believe me, I do.”

 Suddenly, the first finger is joined by a second, then a third. Boost howls at the sudden new intrusion, beginning to immediately rock his hips against… He doesn’t even know what he wants to rub against more, if the fingers up his ass or the hand around his cock, so in the end he does his best to stay still and let Sinker do his thing.

“I-I don’t know how long I’ll last…”

“Then let go,” Sinker orders him, and it’s like the last thing that was holding Boost together suddenly vanishes, leaving him without any defense.

With a last groan he comes, shooting his load against the wall. It all gets washed down pretty quickly down the sink by the running water, leaving no external trace of what they just did.

  Now his legs actually give away, and if it wasn’t for Sinker breaking the fall, he would’ve hurt himself.

“Woah! You’re ok?” Sinker asks, now concerned.

“I’m fine,” Boost nods, “Just tired.”

Sinker helps him up gently, softly. Boost might sound like a broken record, but he’s really grateful for him.

"Do you know—" he begins. "Do you know, I think Wolffe migh' muder us."

"Once an' for all, tha'd be."

"Once an' for all!"

"But we're too valuable to him. We train all the shinies he don't want to, don't we?"

Sinker waves his arm dangerously wide is ambivalence. "Ehhh, he can always find someone else."

Stumbling, Boost tries to readjust his boyfriend again. "Well," he says, "if we're gonna go—I'm glad I'm with you. Wouldn' have it any other way."

"Aaaaaw," Sinker coos in his ear, breath billowing out smoky in frigid air. "I love you too. Love you so much. You know that?"

Stumped but for a weak, ambiguous noise, Boost staggers until he can let Sinker down by the empty airtaxi ranks. Sinker sways, grabs hold of him again and leans almost too heavily, and kisses him straight on the mouth.

"Well," he says, emboldened. "I do. So remember it."