He doesn't have to ask twice, Fives wants it so badly, and he's moving almost before Jedao gets the last word out. Rolling them back towards the wall so they don't fall off the narrow bed, then pinning Jedao with his weight. He braces one forearm next to Jedao's head, where he can still keep a hand in his hair, and uses the other hand to reach down and pull one of Jedao's legs up, so he can settle fully between his thighs and rut down against him.
"Cyar'ika. So kriffing perfect for me," he murmurs against Jedao's lips, his jaw, voice coming out cracked and urgent and strained. He nips hard at Jedao's earlobe and then again at the angle of his jaw, then drags his teeth along Jedao's stubbled jawline before slotting their mouths together again, licking in deep and filthy and almost desperate. He just... he wants so much.
As soon as he's on his back, Fives' weight pressing over him, Jedao's whole body goes easy and loose, just like he did when Fives' flood self grabbed Jedao's hair, only moreso, relief and affection compounding the sudden submission. All the tension sluices off of him, and the noise he makes when Fives moves his leg is deep and hungry and wanton.
It's so easy, suddenly, to let himself be arranged, to just enjoy the way Fives's body feels grinding against him, and if his own hips jerk and twitch with desire, it doesn't matter, pinned as he is. Fives will feel it but no one can prove it, no one has to know. He gasps and moans for every bite, opens for Fives' tongue with a languid, sensuous welcome.
The change is so abrupt and so intense that it startles Fives into immobility for just a fraction of a second, and when he moves again it's stuttering at first. Only for a moment, though, before he's sinking into the perfection of it, tugging at his hair to move his head where he wants it, rocking down with more urgency every time he feels even the faintest jerk and twitch of Jedao's hips in response, giving in to the urge to work his way down Jedao's throat, nudge the collar of his shirt aside, and bite a mark into his skin there, just above his collarbone.
He loves the way Jedao gasps and moans every time he feels his teeth, loves the way his hips stutter up when he grinds against him just right. Loves everything about this, about knowing Jedao wants it and him just as much as he wants him in return. He hitches Jedao's leg up just a little farther, gets a perfect angle for long, dragging thrusts into the cradle of his hips, friction and pressure and the perfect feeling of Jedao beneath and against him.
Fives catches his lips again, kisses him messy and slick and deep, then draws away just enough to rest their foreheads together in a completely different kind of kiss. "Can I-" he whispers roughly against his lips. "I... is it... is okay if-" He kisses him again, short and quick. "Can I come?" He doesn't want to ruin this, doesn't want to freak Jedao out, but Force he wants this so much.
Please he thinks, and can't say, quaking slightly at the suggestion, leg hitching a little tighter around Fives. He pulls Fives into another kiss, fiercer and hungrier than he has been, just letting Fives explore his mouth. Jedao kisses him again, and then again, whines desperately in his throat, and doesn't say no.
Just the lack of a no wouldn't have been enough, not with how skittish Jedao's been for so long, but the way he pulls him in, kisses him so kriffing fiercely... that's enough. That's more than enough. Fives groans deep in his chest, curls his fingers so tightly around Jedao's thigh he might be bruising him through his trousers, and rocks against him harder, more urgently.
He wants Jedao to come to, wants it so kriffing desperately, but he can't ask for that, it feels like too much. So he kisses him harder, bites at his lip again, chasing another of those soft cries, then sets his teeth at the soft spot beneath Jedao's ear as he feels the heat building at the base of his spine, in the pit of his stomach, and bites down hard as the tension suddenly snaps and he shudders to a halt above Jedao, every muscle drawn quivering tight as he makes a sticky mess of his pants.
Fives gets his cry, longer and sharper and louder this time; the bite is harsher, the stimulation of knowing, feeling Fives reach climax on top of him more intense, and Jedao himself less inhibited. He arches up as much as he can manage, in the narrow crush of space under Fives' body, and he makes a soft shuddering noise, distant kin to a sob, after Fives finishes. It's a sound full of complicated yearning - the knowledge of what just happened sits warm and golden in his chest, and he's so hard now, but he can't - can't imagine reaching for relief and not grasping complication and guilt instead.
Fives holds himself so close to perfectly still for a long moment, his only movement the fine tremors of his muscles and shallow, panting breaths before he let's himself settle, slowly, more solidly on Jedao. And feels him still hot and so hard against him. It draws a choked off noise uncomfortably close to a sob from him, and he drops his face to Jedao's shoulder.
"You won't... you won't let me, will you?" he asks in a hoarse, broken whisper, the hand still at Jedao's thigh making an immediately aborted move up before he just lets it fall.
"I. I think I shouldn't. Risk it." He swallows, strokes a hand through Fives' hair. "But. Stay? For a little while. Anyway."
This closeness is more important than orgasm; he doesn't want the moment to end so abruptly, not when it was so sweet a moment ago, not when it still feels so fragile.
Fives turns his face into Jedao's neck, still flushed and shuddering, and tells himself that it doesn't matter. That it's progress, a step in the right direction; that Jedao had wanted it and enjoyed it and he's not using him, no matter what it feels like. It mostly works.
"The morning you touched me," he whispers into Fives' hair, and for all that they wake up every other day in a pile, there is only one morning he could possibly mean. "As soon as you left, I - I imagined something like this. I don't think it took me five seconds."
Muffling himself in their pillows, stroking himself hard and desperate to the idea of Fives holding him, getting off on him, in several meanings of the words, instead of just the metaphorical one that had been true at the time. "Fire and ash, the smell is even stronger this time."
He shivers at the image that conjures, and his breath shudders out wetly against the skin of Jedao's neck. He wants to see it, but this isn't about him. Not right now. "I can... I can leave," he offers quietly, not moving to look at Jedao. "If you want to... take care of things?" He doesn't want to, but he will if that's what it takes.
Fives presses his lips to one of the marks he left on Jedao's neck, soft and a little reverent, wondering at having been allowed, and hoping it won't upset Jedao now that things are... calming down. The fingers at the back of his neck are grounding, soothing, and he sighs at the warmth in Jedao's voice.
"Okay." He does shift a little, just so he's not resting his full weight against Jedao, and settles comfortably against him. "... thank you, Jed'ika," he adds in an almost whisper as he tips his head against Jedao's shoulder so he can look solemnly up at him.
"I don't thank you enough, cyar'ika. But it's only because I don't know how to even begin. Do you remember, that day at the pond, we talked about - happiness, and hope, and pain. And why people choose to live. I wanted to die when I met you."
His voice is soft, steady, a smooth cadence to match the brushing of his fingertips, the slow steadying out of their mutual heartbeats.
"I'd wanted to die for hundreds of years. I was - very quietly, very angry, that the ship wouldn't let me. I'd earned it, and I was denied. I'm - willing to live, for the mission. For all the vod'ike. But I want to live because I have you."
Fives splays a hand out over Jedao's heart, blunt fingers spread wide over the bare skin of his chest where his jacket's open. Feels Jedao's warmth and breath and heartbeat and lets himself breathe, steady and slow, as he listens. It... hurts, to think of Jedao wanting death, to think of him just enduring for the sake of a purpose he feels responsible to, and it's... it's frightening, honestly, to be the reason he wants to live. Frightening and overwhelming but also. Good. Warm. To be something that good in his life.
He reaches up to gently brush his fingertips to Jedao's bottom lip, then across to cup his jaw. "I... can't imagine life without you, anymore," he confesses quietly. "I don't... I don't want to try." Which is dangerous, and frightening, because everyone in his life has always been disposable, and life has always been, will always be, dangerous. But it's true.
He twitches a little at the touch to his mouth, hands balling momentarily into fists. He breathes.
"I can. Imagine. I don't want to either."
He half-hides his face in Fives' hair. "There's things about - being with you. That scare the hell out of me. Not just sex. I'm not - I haven't done this, very much. Loved people. It hasn't...gone well for me. Historically. But being without you scares me so much more. I need you. And I know that's - a lot. And I know I can't promise not to fuck it all up. But I promise, you aren't going to lose me for being difficult. For pushing. Kidneyfucking scorpions, I push you all the time! I'm so scared of. Being bad for you. I need to know you'll push back."
A breath, a cough, an echo. "Not, uh, just sex." Although that's. Good. Helpful.
He's lost so much, over and over and over again, but nothing like this, because he's never had anything like this; he really can't wrap his mind around exactly what it would do to him to lose it.
He pushes up a little on one elbow so he can look properly down at Jedao, expression solemn and a little sad. "I've lost... I've lost everyone I've ever loved. I've lost... everyone." Loved or not. His first memories are all tied in fear and pain and loss, and almost every memory after. He thinks of Rex's handprint on his chest, in Echo's memory. Hevy's rotary blaster on his shoulder. Watching the Rishi eel snap up Cutup like a snack, Tup going limp and grey on the table on Kamino, and dozens and hundreds and thousands of others, on planets all over the galaxy. Dying in fear and pain and chaos. Over and over. And then... just picking up and moving on, because it's what they were made for. "It's... scary. And hard." And he can't seem to stop loving regardless.
"No one's ever needed me. We were... we were never allowed to need, or even to want, and... I don't know how to do. Any of this? So I don't... I don't know when it's okay to push, what's normal, what it's okay to... to want. But you've taught me more about... about being allowed to want? Than anyone. I'm just. I'm still figuring it out? How it all works? But you care, you want things for me, and for our brothers, that I've never even thought of, never could have known were options.
"I just... I think we're learning together? And we're probably going to both fuck up? And that... screwing up scares the osik out of me." Because fucking up, being wrong has never been an option. Never been safe. It's terrifying. "So I can only promise that... that I'll try." He ducks his head a little, terrified that what he's offering won't be enough for Jedao, but he can't lie to him. He won't.
Jedao's arm goes tight for a moment, slung over his shoulders, a fierce embrace.
"That's all I'm asking for," he answers, relief palpable in his voice. "And - I don't know what's normal either. Or care. Saying no is still easier than please. I want to hear what you want. And don't want. And..the rest we'll work out together?"
Fives almost collapses against him in relief, dropping down until he can press their foreheads together again. "I'll try to remember that, cyar'ika," he promises. "I'll try to push, and let you say no when it's too much." Respect his strength and ability to protect himself, rather than handling him too cautiously. "And I'll try to tell you what I want... when I can figure it out." Which he's not always good at until the moment has passed and he realizes that something hadn't worked for him, or remembers that he's allowed to say no, now.
He's quiet for a moment, forehead still pressed to Jedao's, eyes mostly shut, just breathing as some of the fear-adrenaline eases before he speaks again in an almost whisper. "It still... it doesn't feel. Fair. Ruining that for you."
"Fair is for accountants and sporting events," Jedao says decisively. "I love you, I'm not keeping score."
He strokes his hand down the line of Fives' vertebrae. Fives was so careful not to lie to him.
"I do like him. A lot. But I don't need him, not like I need you. Not like I want you to feel happy and safe. You aren't ruining anything, you aren't - making me do or not do anything. I get to choose what's most important to me, that's all. And that's you."
Fives arches into the touch like a cat, easy and supple and warm, then settles back against Jedao with a soft, slow exhale. "Just... remember that it goes both ways, Jed'ika. That I love you, and... and I want you to feel happy and safe, too," he murmurs, rocking their foreheads gently together. "That I want you to... to have the things you need. And want." And he wishes he could figure out how to give him this one thing.
"I'll remember." He tilts his face the extra inch it takes to press a brief kiss to Fives' mouth. "I feel. Happy and safe right now."
Which feels weird to say, but he's pretty sure it's true, that this is what it means. "Maybe in a few months when we're...steadier, and also hopefully fucking like rabbits, you'll feel differently, and we'll try it. Or maybe you won't ever feel differently. Either of those is okay."
Those few words make Fives beam like the sun suddenly coming out; the idea that he's making Jedao feel that way. "I'll... I'll try, Jed'ika. To figure it out. To feel differently." To let him have this.
Jedao has to shove a hand into the small space Fives made between them and press the heel of his palm hard against his pants where he's still half-hard, despite the fraught conversation.
After a second, he catches his breath, eases up
"I think -" seriously, how did he get so beautiful. Focus, Jedao. "I think you'll be happier, if you do figure it out? Because now you feel guilty and confused. But I don't want you to - to try to force yourself to feel differently for my sake."
Fives goes absolutely statue still as Jedao shoves his hand between them, not even breathing as he realizes what Jedao's doing. The urge to rock down against Jedao is almost overwhelming, despite the sticky, cooling mess in his pants, but this is something he's already pushed on, already heard Jedao's no to. He wants so much, though.
He doesn't move or breathe again until Jedao shifts, and then he's trembling slightly. He forcibly puts it from his mind, though, and focuses on Jedao's words.
"I... I want to feel different. I want... I want to not feel this way." For Jedao, yes, but also for himself. He doesn't like feeling like he's denying Jedao something simple that shouldn't be a problem. He doesn't like feeling selfish when Jedao gives him so much. And he really doesn't like the idea of controlling someone he loves when he's spent his entire life under the control of others.
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"Cyar'ika. So kriffing perfect for me," he murmurs against Jedao's lips, his jaw, voice coming out cracked and urgent and strained. He nips hard at Jedao's earlobe and then again at the angle of his jaw, then drags his teeth along Jedao's stubbled jawline before slotting their mouths together again, licking in deep and filthy and almost desperate. He just... he wants so much.
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It's so easy, suddenly, to let himself be arranged, to just enjoy the way Fives's body feels grinding against him, and if his own hips jerk and twitch with desire, it doesn't matter, pinned as he is. Fives will feel it but no one can prove it, no one has to know. He gasps and moans for every bite, opens for Fives' tongue with a languid, sensuous welcome.
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He loves the way Jedao gasps and moans every time he feels his teeth, loves the way his hips stutter up when he grinds against him just right. Loves everything about this, about knowing Jedao wants it and him just as much as he wants him in return. He hitches Jedao's leg up just a little farther, gets a perfect angle for long, dragging thrusts into the cradle of his hips, friction and pressure and the perfect feeling of Jedao beneath and against him.
Fives catches his lips again, kisses him messy and slick and deep, then draws away just enough to rest their foreheads together in a completely different kind of kiss. "Can I-" he whispers roughly against his lips. "I... is it... is okay if-" He kisses him again, short and quick. "Can I come?" He doesn't want to ruin this, doesn't want to freak Jedao out, but Force he wants this so much.
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He wants Jedao to come to, wants it so kriffing desperately, but he can't ask for that, it feels like too much. So he kisses him harder, bites at his lip again, chasing another of those soft cries, then sets his teeth at the soft spot beneath Jedao's ear as he feels the heat building at the base of his spine, in the pit of his stomach, and bites down hard as the tension suddenly snaps and he shudders to a halt above Jedao, every muscle drawn quivering tight as he makes a sticky mess of his pants.
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Fives gets his cry, longer and sharper and louder this time; the bite is harsher, the stimulation of knowing, feeling Fives reach climax on top of him more intense, and Jedao himself less inhibited. He arches up as much as he can manage, in the narrow crush of space under Fives' body, and he makes a soft shuddering noise, distant kin to a sob, after Fives finishes. It's a sound full of complicated yearning - the knowledge of what just happened sits warm and golden in his chest, and he's so hard now, but he can't - can't imagine reaching for relief and not grasping complication and guilt instead.
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"You won't... you won't let me, will you?" he asks in a hoarse, broken whisper, the hand still at Jedao's thigh making an immediately aborted move up before he just lets it fall.
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"I. I think I shouldn't. Risk it." He swallows, strokes a hand through Fives' hair. "But. Stay? For a little while. Anyway."
This closeness is more important than orgasm; he doesn't want the moment to end so abruptly, not when it was so sweet a moment ago, not when it still feels so fragile.
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Muffling himself in their pillows, stroking himself hard and desperate to the idea of Fives holding him, getting off on him, in several meanings of the words, instead of just the metaphorical one that had been true at the time. "Fire and ash, the smell is even stronger this time."
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"Okay." He does shift a little, just so he's not resting his full weight against Jedao, and settles comfortably against him. "... thank you, Jed'ika," he adds in an almost whisper as he tips his head against Jedao's shoulder so he can look solemnly up at him.
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"I don't thank you enough, cyar'ika. But it's only because I don't know how to even begin. Do you remember, that day at the pond, we talked about - happiness, and hope, and pain. And why people choose to live. I wanted to die when I met you."
His voice is soft, steady, a smooth cadence to match the brushing of his fingertips, the slow steadying out of their mutual heartbeats.
"I'd wanted to die for hundreds of years. I was - very quietly, very angry, that the ship wouldn't let me. I'd earned it, and I was denied. I'm - willing to live, for the mission. For all the vod'ike. But I want to live because I have you."
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He reaches up to gently brush his fingertips to Jedao's bottom lip, then across to cup his jaw. "I... can't imagine life without you, anymore," he confesses quietly. "I don't... I don't want to try." Which is dangerous, and frightening, because everyone in his life has always been disposable, and life has always been, will always be, dangerous. But it's true.
"... I want to be that. For you."
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"I can. Imagine. I don't want to either."
He half-hides his face in Fives' hair. "There's things about - being with you. That scare the hell out of me. Not just sex. I'm not - I haven't done this, very much. Loved people. It hasn't...gone well for me. Historically. But being without you scares me so much more. I need you. And I know that's - a lot. And I know I can't promise not to fuck it all up. But I promise, you aren't going to lose me for being difficult. For pushing. Kidneyfucking scorpions, I push you all the time! I'm so scared of. Being bad for you. I need to know you'll push back."
A breath, a cough, an echo. "Not, uh, just sex." Although that's. Good. Helpful.
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He pushes up a little on one elbow so he can look properly down at Jedao, expression solemn and a little sad. "I've lost... I've lost everyone I've ever loved. I've lost... everyone." Loved or not. His first memories are all tied in fear and pain and loss, and almost every memory after. He thinks of Rex's handprint on his chest, in Echo's memory. Hevy's rotary blaster on his shoulder. Watching the Rishi eel snap up Cutup like a snack, Tup going limp and grey on the table on Kamino, and dozens and hundreds and thousands of others, on planets all over the galaxy. Dying in fear and pain and chaos. Over and over. And then... just picking up and moving on, because it's what they were made for. "It's... scary. And hard." And he can't seem to stop loving regardless.
"No one's ever needed me. We were... we were never allowed to need, or even to want, and... I don't know how to do. Any of this? So I don't... I don't know when it's okay to push, what's normal, what it's okay to... to want. But you've taught me more about... about being allowed to want? Than anyone. I'm just. I'm still figuring it out? How it all works? But you care, you want things for me, and for our brothers, that I've never even thought of, never could have known were options.
"I just... I think we're learning together? And we're probably going to both fuck up? And that... screwing up scares the osik out of me." Because fucking up, being wrong has never been an option. Never been safe. It's terrifying. "So I can only promise that... that I'll try." He ducks his head a little, terrified that what he's offering won't be enough for Jedao, but he can't lie to him. He won't.
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"That's all I'm asking for," he answers, relief palpable in his voice. "And - I don't know what's normal either. Or care. Saying no is still easier than please. I want to hear what you want. And don't want. And..the rest we'll work out together?"
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He's quiet for a moment, forehead still pressed to Jedao's, eyes mostly shut, just breathing as some of the fear-adrenaline eases before he speaks again in an almost whisper. "It still... it doesn't feel. Fair. Ruining that for you."
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He strokes his hand down the line of Fives' vertebrae. Fives was so careful not to lie to him.
"I do like him. A lot. But I don't need him, not like I need you. Not like I want you to feel happy and safe. You aren't ruining anything, you aren't - making me do or not do anything. I get to choose what's most important to me, that's all. And that's you."
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Which feels weird to say, but he's pretty sure it's true, that this is what it means. "Maybe in a few months when we're...steadier, and also hopefully fucking like rabbits, you'll feel differently, and we'll try it. Or maybe you won't ever feel differently. Either of those is okay."
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Jedao has to shove a hand into the small space Fives made between them and press the heel of his palm hard against his pants where he's still half-hard, despite the fraught conversation.
After a second, he catches his breath, eases up
"I think -" seriously, how did he get so beautiful. Focus, Jedao. "I think you'll be happier, if you do figure it out? Because now you feel guilty and confused. But I don't want you to - to try to force yourself to feel differently for my sake."
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He doesn't move or breathe again until Jedao shifts, and then he's trembling slightly. He forcibly puts it from his mind, though, and focuses on Jedao's words.
"I... I want to feel different. I want... I want to not feel this way." For Jedao, yes, but also for himself. He doesn't like feeling like he's denying Jedao something simple that shouldn't be a problem. He doesn't like feeling selfish when Jedao gives him so much. And he really doesn't like the idea of controlling someone he loves when he's spent his entire life under the control of others.
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