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Cody finishes his post-workout shower shortly after Rex finishes his. Rex is sitting on the bench in the changing rooms when Cody joins hims, air drying and still not dressed.
There’s no towels. Again. The droid that’s supposed to clean them never seems to be working; Cody has almost given up complaining about it. He pads from the showers into the changing room as naked as Rex.
“Good work out?” Rex asks.
“More or less.” Cody hit his targets, but no new personal bests to brag about. “You?”
Rex leans back on the bench, stretching until something pops. “I don’t know. Fine. It’s been a slow week.”
Rex should be careful complaining about slow weeks. They can’t afford to squander their rare downtime. And the galaxy has a way of listening to idiots tempting fate.
Cody’s locker is across from where Rex is sitting. He walks deeper into the changing room, round the bench, past Rex towards his locker. He doesn’t make it that far.
His foot hits a puddle and slips right out from under him. He flails, hand smacking down on Rex’s shoulder, and it’s enough to save him from the floor. It’s not enough to keep him on his feet. Cody crashes down into Rex’s lap, and, with outstandingly unlikely odds, directly onto Rex’s cock. Rex’s cock nails his asshole and pops right inside.
Rex yelps, which is a reasonable response, and all the air rushes out of Cody in an oomph.
Cody’s ass opens wide and smooth, offering up no resistance as the cock of Cody’s long time best friend and current subordinate sides all the way into him.
They stare at each other.
Rex opens his mouth, closes it, and promptly opens it again.
His dick twitches in Cody’s ass
“Sorry,” Cody blurts out. “I—”
“You slipped!” Rex says, so quickly his words run into each other. “It was an accident!”
There’s a rush of heat down towards where Cody’s cock is sitting between them, because it doesn’t seem to care if this was an accident or not.
Cody scrambles to his feet. Rex’s dick drags out of him, and Cody’s ass clings to it like it’s unwilling to let go. The head catches on Cody’s rim, so close to being out, and his foot hits the same wet patch that got them into this mess in the first place. He slams back down onto Rex’s cock and for a moment he sees stare. Fuck, Rex feels good inside him.
One of them groans. Cody hopes it’s not him.
“Fuck.” That at least is definitely Rex.
Rex’s hands grab Cody’s hips and lift. He’s trying to help, but Cody’s not ready, he hasn't got his feet back under him. Rex lifts him anyway, his cock moving side Cody. “Wait, Rex. I’m not—”
Rex let’s go.
Cody goes cross-eyed. Rex’s cock feels so much better going in than coming out.
“Shit, sir, sorry!” Rex’s hands hover over Cody, unsure where or how to help.
Cody laughs, a loud snort. He slaps his hand over his mouth, but it’s far too late to catch it. Sir? They’re using ranks at a time like this?
Rex is silent for a second longer and then he’s laughing too. Except that moves him, which moves him inside Cody, which. His cock twitches and another groan rumbles in his chest.
“Rex,” he warns, and it’s firm and dignified and not at all a whine. They can laugh about this later.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. Just let me..”
Rex tries to help Cody again, but for two highly-trained men, specifically trained to operate under even the most stressful of circumstances, they’re suddenly all left feet. Cody tries to move, but Rex moves with him, his cock jerking inside Cody and he’s back to square one. The only part of him that seems to be making any progress in rising is his dick. They both try their best to ignore that. It’s not like Rex isn’t hard as beskar in his ass.
In the tangle of limbs trying to extract Rex from Cody’s asshole, it’s inevitable. Cody is finally almost off Rex, almost ready to put this ridiculous mess behind them, when Rex’s ankle catches his, and he wobbles. Rex lurches forward to steady him and lurches too far.
They both crash off the bench to the floor. Cody lands on his back, legs in the air, Rex between them, his cock shoved very much back inside Cody’s ass. They both moan, deep, needy sounds that Cody didn’t know either of them were capable of.
“Shit. I uh…” Rex trails off. They’re nose to nose, almost mouth to mouth. Another inch and they’d have been accidentally kissing too.
“Right. Listen,” Cody tries to sound professional, tries not to listen to the horny voice in his head telling him just accept that this what the galaxy wants for him and let Rex fuck his brains out. “I’m going to stay right here. You just… back up.”
Rex nods, as serious as when receiving orders that might lead him charging to his death. At this rate maybe this will be what takes them both out.
Slowly, Rex shuffles back. His cock draws out inch at time, and the drag inside Cody’s asshole is so good. Rex must agree, because he moans groans again.
The door to the changing room opens. Cody freezes, Rex doesn’t. Rex flinches, snapping his hips forward and Cody is full of cock again. Cody’s dick throbs: at least it’s fucking happy. Cody can see it play out in his head. A bunch of troopers are going to turn around the corner into the changing room and Cody is going to have to try and explain that no, really, I slipped and landed like this.
Instead of footsteps someone calls through. “I heard yelling, you okay in there?”
His subordinate is currently balls deep in him. He’s been better.
He’s also been a lot worse.
Rex looks at him with wide, panicked eyes. Cody steadies himself.
“Yes, fine!” He calls back. If he can keep his voice steady while being shot at he can keep it steady with his ass full of Rex’s cock. “Dropped my codpiece on my toe.”
The trooper laughs. “Been there, brother.” The door closes. Cody and Rex let out matching sighs of relief. They’re not going to be able to look each other in the eye after this.
“Sorry,” Rex says. “I didn’t mean to. I just, and then you, and your ass—” Rex’s hips give a twitchy jerk that has more apologies spilling from his mouth.
“It’s fine, let’s just carefully get you out of me.” It’s hard to hold it against him. Not when Cody had encouraged it by squeezing tight around him or when it had felt as toe curling good as Rex fucked into him.
Cody’s cock is sticking straight up, tip brushing against Rex’s belly, and it’s getting increasingly harder to ignore it. For both of them. Rex keeps glancing down at it, and with the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, he seems to be having the same problem with his internal horny voice that Cody is.
If Cody’s ass feels half as good around Rex’s cock as Rex’s cock feels in him, it’s no wonder they’re both making such a mess.
“Okay, you ready?” Rex asks. Cody has never had to put this much thought into getting a dick out of anywhere before, but considering their past attempts, caution seems earned. “I’m going to shuffle backwards just like before.”
And hopefully this time not be interrupted.
Rex creeps backwards on his knees, pulling his cock agonisingly slowly out of Cody’s ass, and Cody tries not to miss it. The head pulls on Cody’s rim, and Rex’s cock finally pops free.
“Nicely done,” Cody says. He clenches his ass: empty at last. His cock pulses in disappointment, but it doesn’t get a vote.
Rex laughs nervously. “There, easy.” He reaches up with one hand to rub at the back of his head. “Not that complica—” The hand still on the tile slips, probably in that same stupid puddle that had started all this.
Rex collapses forward onto Cody, and he might have gotten his dick out, but he’d still been kneeling right between Cody’s open legs and his cock had still been brushing up against Cody’s hole. Cody can’t even bring himself to be surprised at where all the pieces end up. Cody’s hole is stretched right back open again, Rex’s balls bouncing off Cody’s ass and, oh, there’s the kiss they’d managed to avoid last time. Their mouths bump against each other. Rex’s mouth is open mid-sentence, and a flash of tongue ends up in Cody’s mouth.
Cody’s cock, which does apparently get a vote, sings with needy joy.
They jerk away from each other, apparently not learning where sudden movements get them. Rex gets half his cock out before Cody trying to pull in the opposite direction knocks his leg out from under him, giving them another taste of something far too familiar.
It’s one time too many, Rex’s cock nails Cody's prostate with a precision Cody wishes his men could find on the target range, and Cody comes. He sprays all up belly almost to his chin. It gets on Rex too, a line of white over his abs and between his pectorals. It’s an excellent fucking orgasm, his traitorous cock milking up every bit of unintended pleasure as Cody involuntary squeezes around Rex’s cock.
He’d feel worse about it except Rex is right there with him. His cock throbs, twitches and then comes deep into Cody’s ass. He moans just as loud as Cody does, jerking his hips against Cody in guilty little thrusts as they both make fools of themselves together.
They stare at each other, flushed scarlet and, if Rex’s dazed expression is anything to go by, both trying to shrug off the best and most awkward orgasm of their lives.
“You should…” Cody says.
“Yeah.”
Fully spent, Rex pulls his cock out without a single issue. He stands to his feet without slipping or stumbling or teleporting back into Cody’s ass. He even is able to offer a hand to Cody, pulling him to his feet without anyone falling and impaling themselves on any stray dicks or stumbling into an asshole. How the heck did they make it look so difficult?
Rex coughs, looks down at the come on his chest and blushes even darker. Cody would say something himself, but there’s come dribbling out his asshole.
“Cody,” Rex says, at the same time as Cody says, “Look.”
They both stop, waiting for the other person to speak. This is stupid. They can’t just stare at each other forever.
“I—” Cody stops. He hadn’t got as far as deciding what he needed to say.
“Uh,” Rex agrees.
“It was an accident,” Cody says at last. “A ridiculous series of completely involuntary events.”
Rex perks up. “Right. An accident.”
“Utterly out of our control.”
“Unintentional.”
“We can just pretend it never happened.” Cody’s dick gives a sad little twitch. He’s going to castrate himself if it doesn’t stop.
“What never happened?” Rex laughs nervously. Cody’s eyes flick down. Rex is still hard. How is he supposed to get his own dick in line if Rex won’t?
“Perfect,” Cody says.
“Great.”
They’re still just staring at each other. They need to stop staring at each other. Everything is fine. Normal even. Except his stretched out asshole and the dick that stretched it out.
Maybe they can have another accident. There’s a lot of slippery floors around.