#wolfferex

(Hell yeah hurt/comfort)

When Wolffe stomps inside Rex’s quarters - he didn’t even tell him that he was going to visit - the Captain acts quite nonchalantly, not seeming so surprised by the intrusion, and all he says is “Bad day, huh?”

Wolffe doesn’t even reply, walking instead to Rex’s fresher. Soon the sound of the shower getting turned on can be heard.

Rex sighs, shaking his head. This isn’t the first time something like this happens, and although he appreciates that Wolffe thinks of him as his safe haven enough to come to him when he feels down, instead of keeping everything inside, he would still prefer to know what exactly went wrong that day before he lets Wolffe do as he pleases, but oh well, what is done is done. He’ll surely tell him once he’s cooled down.

 He gets up from his bunk, walking to where he keeps his clothes in order to get a fresh pair of blacks for Wolffe. The least he can do is to give him something clean to wear.

When he knocks on the fresher’s door, though, he hears no reply. “Wolffe? You there?” he calls out, as worry begins to creep inside his mind. Did he pass out or something?

Since no reply comes this time either, he opens the door, expecting the worst, only to be met by the image of Wolffe, forehead pressed against one of the shower walls, gritting his teeth and… Is he…

 He leaves the blacks over the sink, carefully moving towards the shower and sliding the door open, uncaring that he’s going to get the floor - and himself - wet.

“Hey…” he mutters, reaching for him with one hand, but still not touching it, afraid that if he’ll do it without warning, his flight or fight instinct will take over, and, knowing what Wolffe will choose, Rex would avoid having to fight him in the fresher while he’s all wet and naked.

Wolffe still doesn’t respond, but Rex notices that his eyes move slightly towards him, only to move back towards the wall, so at least he knows that he’s aware of his presence.

He knows this feeling very well, that last line before breaking apart, where all you can do is to try your hardest to keep it together, not to succumb to desperation, so he’s not surprised that, as soon as he touches Wolffe’s shoulder, he crumbles. What he wasn’t expecting was him throwing himself in his arms, getting him all wet, but that’s the last of Rex’s problem, not when he has Wolffe sobbing in his arms.

 “I can’t, Rex… I can’t!” he cries, frustration evident in his voice.

“You can’t what? I don’t understand,” Rex replies, but there’s nothing he can do to get Wolffe to talk. Alright, he sees how it is; it’s ok, they can talk later. “Did you actually clean yourself?” he asks.

Wolffe shakes his head, which prompts Rex to get the lead. He steps inside the shower, still dressed, in order to help Wolffe; he’s particularly gentle when he scrubs his hair, which makes Wolffe relax and lean into the touch. He seems to have calmed down from the outburst from a few minutes ago, but now he looks drained of any energy.

Once he’s done, he guides Wolffe to stepping outside, and only then he removes his now soaked blacks. Should’ve thought about it earlier, but it hadn’t crossed his mind; oh well, a simple towel can do to cover him up.

He helps Wolffe dry up and get dressed, then he does the same to himself. After securing a towel to his waist, he ushers Wolffe out of the fresher and to his bunk, where they lay down, Wolffe almost entirely sprawled over Rex, head resting against his chest, though he soon assumes a fetal position.

Rex wants to ask him if he’s ready to talk, but he doesn’t think pushing him would make things any better, so he holds his tongue. Besides, he doesn’t have to wait too long to understand what got Wolffe like this.

 “I’m not any good like this,” he says, tone bitter and full of self-loathing. Rex hates hearing him talk about himself this way.

“Did something happen during practice?” he asks, then, referring to all the shooting practice Wolffe’s undergoing to test his new cybernetic eye before he can be deployed again.

“I still can’t hit shit!” Wolffe snaps, body tensing again. Rex begins caressing his back in an attempt to calm him down. “They said the eye would help with perception problems, and yet I’d still be useless in battle!”

“Wolffe, this stuff takes time,” Rex replies, “you can’t expect to be immediately good at it. It’s still something you’re getting used to.” He caresses his hair, leaning to plant a kiss on his forehead. “I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”

“But I can’t waste so much time like this! They need me out there!” Wolffe exclaims, then he lowers his gaze. “Maybe they should’ve just--”

“Don’t say that,” Rex interrupts him, knowing what he was going to say. “Besides, I doubt General Koon would’ve allowed that.”

“You’re right, he wouldn’t…” Wolffe replies, though there’s clearly something else he wants to say, even though he stays quiet.

 Some other time passes before he speaks again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t bring this stuff to you. It’s my problem and I should deal with it.”

Rex closes his arms around him in a hug. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’m glad that you’re venting, rather than keeping everything inside.”

That manages to bring a small smile to Wolffe’s face, as he can’t help but to counter with a “Just like you do, huh?”

For once, Rex ignores the clear jab towards him, not wanting to get sidetracked. “Listen, I get that you’re frustrated. I’m not saying that this doesn’t suck right now, but it’ll get better. You just need to give it time. Your men will be happy to have you back, but only after you’ve completely recovered; they’re not going to resent you for needing more than just a couple of days.”

It takes a while for Wolffe to respond. When he does, his voice is soft. “… I suppose you’re right. Thank you, Rex, for putting up with me.”

“Nonsense. I’m happy to do it,” Rex replies, punctuating the last word with a kiss on the top of Wolffe’s head, only to add, “Things will get better. I promise you.”

“I know, I know,” Wolffe replies, way calmer than before. “It’s just… so frustrating,” he says then, and after a moment of hesitation, he adds, “But I guess it would be worse… without you.”

He pronounces that last part so softly that Rex is barely able to hear him, but he understands what he’s saying. “I’m glad I’m helping you,” he says then, meaning each and every word of it.

 He was distraught when he found out about the accident, just like everyone else, though he was also glad that Wolffe had just lost his eye and not his life.

Still, it’s been hard watching him struggle, which is why he intends to stay with him for every step of the recovery process, offering him his support and everything he needs.

As long as it helps Wolffe he’d do anything, and if it’s something like cuddling on his bunk, helping Wolffe fall asleep after a tiring training session, well, he’ll do that even more happily.

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This was a bad idea, a bad bad idea. If they get caught, Rex is going to die from the embarrassment.

Technically they will have a briefing shortly, but Wolffe and Rex arrived early, mostly out of fear to be late. At first they just talked to kill time, then Wolffe suggested this crazy idea and, in a moment of lust and foolishness, Rex accepted. Big mistake.

Now he’s sitting on the edge of the holotable where they’re supposed to have the meeting, with his legs spread and Wolffe kneeling before him, intent of giving him the blowjob of his life.

It shouldn’t be so exhilarating, and yet it is, although part of the excitement is overshadowed by the anxiety of being found out, which translates into more anxiety because he should come soon so that they won’t be caught in such a compromising position, which translates to just more anxiety in general.

 “Rex, you gotta relax.”

Rex looks down at Wolffe. The fucker even has the courage to look amused by this whole thing, like his entire reputation isn’t at stake.

“That’s easy for you to say,” he replies in fact, “Besides, I’m surely not going to come if you don’t suck me.”

Wolffe rolls his eyes at those words - though he’s smiling - and he gets back to work, taking Rex in one go and bobbing his head up and down like his life depends on it.

Normally Rex would’ve already come but this isn’t your typical situation, so he’s having a hard time focusing on the pleasure that is building up inside him. Something needs to be done about that.

 He yelps, cursing himself afterwards for being loud, when Wolffe pinches his ball, keeping them in a vicelike grip. If it wasn’t for his reflex who immediately moved him to hold onto Wolffe’s shoulders, he would’ve toppled down.

Wolffe doesn’t pull away to say anything this time, not that he needs to, not when Rex can read the smugness on his face. “About time” it seems to be saying.

Rex scoffs at him, but he gets distracted pretty quickly when Wolffe does something with his tongue that makes him almost see starts.

He’s slowly forgetting about where they are and wait they’re supposed to wait for, as his mind gets overtaken by pleasure at Wolffe’s ministrations.

 “Kriff! Wolffe! I’m--”

He doesn’t even get to finish that sentence; he can’t hold it in anymore and he comes, he comes a lot, still gripping Wolffe’s armored shoulders like his life depends on it.

The way his body begins to tremble as he comes is kind of cute, Wolffe thinks, though he doesn’t let that thought distract him. He swallows every single drop of Rex’s cum, knowing that they can’t make a mess.

Only after Rex is completely spent he pulls away, cleaning his mouth with his gauntlet - not the smartest choice, but at the moment he did so without thinking.

 He waits just a moment for the other to catch his breath, then he taps on his leg.

“You good?”

Rex nods, then he immediately hops off the holotable, muttering curses as he hurries to get the pieces of armor they’ve removed in order to put them back on again.

“Damn it!” he exclaims, “How much time do we have?”

At those words, Wolffe can’t keep it in anymore, and he burst into laughter, pressing his forehead on the ground as his body shakes from mirth. Of course Rex finds this behavior immediately suspicious.

“What?” he asks in fact, stepping closer to Wolffe, who now is beginning to get up as well.

“I’m sorry Rex,” the other begins, still laughing his ass off, “It’s just that… there’s no meeting.”

 There’s no meeting? What does he mean?

Wait, Wolffe has been the one telling him they had a debrief in the first place. Was he lying? But why?

Oh wait a second.

 The worst thing about being the poor shiny who just had to see a laughing Commander Wolffe running for his life, while a furious and ready to kill Captain Rex chases after him, yelling about how much of an absolute di’kut he is, is that even if he tells someone, nobody is going to believe what he saw.

Ship: Rex/Wolffe

Rating: G

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As if Kamino isn't already hard enough to live through, Rex gets a crush. Great.

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(Yes!!! For the people who haven’t read it, this is a continuation of this)

“Fuck.”

“Language, cyare.”

Rex can’t help but to chuckle at the way Wolffe growls in response, as if he could do anything about the situation. Well, he could, but Rex knows he won’t, because he loves these kinds of games.

 They’re doing a joint mission together, but since it’s supposed to be a stealth mission it means that they’re a smaller crew travelling in a smaller ship, so this time Captain and Commander don’t get their private quarters and are forced to share with their brothers, which is not actually so bad - neither Rex or Wolffe actually mind - but it also means that they have to be more careful about doing certain things since they don’t have the privacy of their separate quarters anymore… or do they?

Taking advantage of the fact that nobody was around at the time, Rex has first shoved Wolffe against the wall, kissing him until they were both short of breath, then he dragged him to his cot with obvious intent.

“Wait, we shouldn’t--” the Commander tried to say, but Rex cut him off with another heated kiss that Wolffe returned eagerly.

“Afraid?” Rex asked then, a teasing smirk on his face. It took Wolffe just a moment to return it.

“Never.”

 And here they are now, completely naked, with Wolffe on all four getting fucked by a maybe-a-little-gloating Rex.

“You good?” Rex still asks, because even though he knows that Wolffe likes it rough, he would never want to overdo it, even at the cost of ruining his plan.

“Yeah,” Wolffe replies however, signalling for Rex to keep on hammering him like he was doing just before.

It’s been quite a while since their last endeavour, which has left Wolffe quite tight, but in a pleasant way for both of them, making Rex focus all his might on giving him the fucking of a lifetime without however coming too soon, even though he’s quite close.

Thankfully it seems like it’s the same for Wolffe, because he’s getting restless, trying to claw at the mattress in search for support and he’s beginning to make the sounds he makes when he’s about to come, those groans that Rex will never get enough of.

 It’s time to act on his plan: he increases the speed of his thrusts, making Wolffe lose it, sinking his head into the pillow to muffle his noises then, taking advantage of the fact that Wolffe isn’t paying attention, with one hand he activates the comm in Wolffe’s bracer, then one that “casually” ended up on the bunk with them when they were quickly taking each other’s armors off. It takes him just a moment to send the message he needs to send, then he turns the comm off, knowing that now he just has to wait.

Meanwhile all he has to do is to keep Wolffe close to coming but not enough for him to actually do it, which proves itself to be a challenge because that tight heat is so delicious that it’s hard to hold back, but he manages.

Thankfully he doesn’t have to wait long before the barrack’s door opens, which prompts him to immediately resume with his thrusts at full force like before.

“Comet, reporting for duty si--”

“Aaaaah!”

Wolffe comes right at that moment, and Comet gets to witness all of it, from the high-pitched voice, the trembling, the collapsing on the bunk.

 Even in his state, however, he notices the intruder’s arrival.

“Comet?!”

“Sir, I received you comm and I--”

“Get out!”

Comet, very wisely, bolts at those words, leaving Wolffe and Rex alone. At this point, Rex can’t hold it in anymore and he begins to laugh at Wolffe’s expense.

“Serves you right for wanting to do stuff in public places.”

 In a moment, Wolffe has turned them around, aggressively pouncing on Rex.

“You did this!” he accuses him, gritting his teeth. To be seen like that by another trooper… ugh! He’s going to kill him!

“Maybe I did…” Rex replies, still amused by this whole thing. Wolffe shoots him a dirty look in reply.

“Well then, I’m sure you’ll be able to take care of yourself without me,” he says then before getting up from the cot and beginning to gather his things, leaving the warmth of Rex’s presence who, by the way, still hasn’t come.

The news that Wolffe won’t give him a hand at all should send Rex into the pits of despair, but instead it makes him laugh harder, even when Wolffe chucks his blacks at his face out of rage.

“Wolffe please--”

“Patience, Captain.”

Rex huffs at those words, though it doesn’t sound half as dignified as he thought it would. Actually, he sounds rather desperate which, in the end, is the truth.

He should’ve learned by now that Wolffe’s games are dangerous, but he still decided to go along with it. Well, he could always tap out if he truly wants it - Wolffe has never denied him that, but where would the fun in that be? As long as he can still handle it, he’s fine, though he would really like it if Wolffe did something.

 Not that he’s not doing anything, he’s just not doing anything to Rex.

When he told him if he wanted to assist to a nice show, Rex didn’t think it was going to consist into him getting manacled to the bedpost while Wolffe, on the other edge of the bed, pleasures himself right in front of him. And damn, it’s a good show, he’s not going to deny that, but he’s so hard already and wants release. He tried rubbing his legs together, but Wolffe threatened to put an end to everything if he doesn’t behave, so here he is now, helplessly begging Wolffe to please touch him.

The worst thing is that he can’t stop looking, and how can he? Wolffe truly is a spectacle for the eyes, and he knows how to give a show, from the way he touches his chest, massaging it in the same way Rex would’ve done if he had free movement, to the way he jerks himself off, to the way he keeps his legs spread for Rex to see the vibrator he has inside him, the vibrator that Rex would really want to replace with his own cock. It’ even 501st blue, like it’s mocking him.

 “Wolffe… C’mon…”

“Not yet.”

Rex bangs his head against the bedpost. He can’t, he can’t--

“Wolffe please!”

This time, Wolffe doesn’t even reply to him, too focused on himself. He lowers one hand to where the vibrator is, and Rex truly hopes that he’s going to remove it, but no, it would be too easy, though the view of Wolffe fucking himself with it makes everything almost worth it. Still, if only he could touch him…

He whines when Wolffe begins to moan. The asshole is really putting himself up to view, and there’s nothing Rex can do about it; if he’d manage to look away, to ignore him, it would be like a slap to Wolffe’s face, something that could’ve made him get a move on, but he’s not strong enough to do that, eyes glued to the view in front of him.

 He barely notices that he’s leaking precum already; things have gone on for so long that he’s barely here anymore.

Wolffe notices, however. He wanted to toy with Rex some more, but he figures that it’s time to do something more than just tease him. The poor thing deserves it.

He crawls towards Rex then, still keeping the vibrator inside though - it feels too good to remove it - and once he’s close enough, he kisses his lips.

“Alright, but just because you’ve been very good…”

He doesn’t miss the hushed “thank you” Rex sends his way as he lowers his head down his body, kissing his neck, then his chest, going down on his stomach until, and this time without any form of teasing, he parts his lips around his cock, taking him in his mouth immediately.

A chuckle escapes his lips at the way Rex howls at that. He’s gone so much without being touched that even the basics make him go wild. Good.

Even though he knows for a fact that Rex isn’t going to last long at all, it doesn’t mean that he doesn’t give it his all in the way he begins to suck him off, vigorously bobbing his head up and down along his cock, hollowing his cheeks so that he can suck it better.

As expected, Rex comes almost immediately, easily falling apart as Wolffe swallows his release. After that he only needs a few thugs on his own cock to reach the apex as well, completely satisfied.

 First things first, he turns the vibrator off, removing it from inside and letting it rest on the mattress, then he goes through the process of freeing Rex from the shackles that are keeping him tied to the bedpost, all accompanied by soft praises and kisses, because Rex has been very good and deserves some recognition.

He melts in his arms, letting Wolffe move them so that he’s lying on his back, with Rex resting his head on his chest.

 They spend who knows how much time like this, silently recovering. Surprisingly, the first one to talk is Rex.

“You are a complete shabuir.”

Wolffe erupts in a raucous laughter at those words. He can’t even get mad because Rex is right, and everyone knows it.

“And yet you keep coming back,” he retorts, caressing Rex’s cheek. “So you must be a bit of a shabuir yourself.”

“Shut up,” Rex says, dragging him down for a kiss. It starts quite heated, only to grow soft by the second; they’re both quite tired after all.

Only when they part, Rex speaks again.

“I swear, you’re going to drive me crazy one of these days…” he grumbles, causing another chuckle from Wolffe.

“And you love it.”

After all, isn’t this what makes everything fun?