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There was pretty little that Galen had been allowed to keep from his former life. Sometimes, he suspected Krennic had only let him keep a few things so he'd always know what he had lost -- and what was at stake. Looking at the little white stormtrooper figure that had been Jyn's, he could never fail to remember that she was out there, and as long as Galen did as instructed, Krennic wouldn't go after her.

Galen was sitting in his room, work done, listening to some music (a luxury that officers' quarters afforded him) with the little stormtrooper in his hand. Everything had to be so big with empire -- a huge Death Star, large empty corridors, entirely superfluous dark towers, millions of people dying on a whim, entire species wiped out when it suited on of the higher-ups.

Compared to that, he himself, or Jyn, or Bodhi, really were mere pebbles in a stream. But Galen knew that a pebble, thrown right, could make dark towers fall. And that, he suspected, was what the Force was using him and his for. But it also meant that being close to him was an invitation for tragedy.

He had been greedy and selfish, grasping for his new love like a child with a new toy, and now Bodhi was already in it, and suffering, body and soul. Or was it that Bodhi was in it already, and then tossed at him almost casually?

Galen didn't like either version, but that was what he had to work with.

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"Somewhere in that area." He nods, leaning close to Galen to look. "We should be able to see it from this ridge here."

"Then we'll go to that ridge and look," Galen suggests. "There are a few interesting climbs on the way, but that is true for much of the planet."

"It'll be interesting to do the climb with a care, rather than rushing and falling."

"Even in a rush, a good technique is helpful," Galen says. "Lyra made a point of showing anybody she took on an expedition before she even started."

"She sounds very sensible. My technique wasn't that good." His holds his hands palms up. The bacta healed the tears on his palm but his gloves were shredded by the time he reached the cargo pad.

"She was very sensible, especially in areas where I am not," Galen says, taking Bodhi's hands in his own and kissing the scars in his palms.

"A good balance then." His breath catches just a little at the kiss. "I'm afraid I can't offer you the same. I think we've proven I'm not that sensible."

"No?" Galen says, smiling. "I think we've proven that you can cook, and are actually quite brave an resourceful."

Still holding Bodhi's hands, he kisses the soft inside of his wrists.

That gets a more significant hitch, and soft blush. Bodhi might have a thing about his wrists. The way Galen does about his throat.

So Galen does it again, ghosting soft, expressive lips over delicate veins and pulse points.

Bodhi shudders. "Galen- oh..."

"Yes?"

Galen smiles up into his eyes, almost playfully, and does it again.

"Keep doing that, and I'm- oh Stars! Going to be on my knees, any second now."

"To do what?"

Galen gently sucks on the soft spot at the very root of Bodhi's hand.

"Wrap my lips around you and go down on you like there's no tomorrow." Bodhi moans.

"Why shouldn't you?"

Said with lips moving softly over the wrist, and decidedly playful now.

"You should sit down." He nods toward Galen's chair a little desperately. "That way you can keep doing that while I go down on you."

Galen sits and pulls Bodhi along, keeping both his narrow wrists in his hands.

Bodhi kneels without breaking Galen's hold. Kneeling their between Galen's thighs, his lover molesting the sensitive skin of his wrists, all he needs is Galen's fly open and he'd be in heaven.

As that isn't going to happen on its own, Galen lets go, however briefly, of one of Bodhi's hands.

His eyes are wide, and his excitement at the situation already evident.

Bodhi hurries to open Galen's pants, swift and determined. He licks his lips, already panting with desire.

Once Galen's freed from his pants, Bodhi wastes no time burying his face in Galen's pale curls, licking and kissing as he offers his wrist back to Galen.

Galen takes it in his hands and softly suckles on the warm skin over the delicate veins.

Bodhi moans warmly, his breath hot on Galen's skin as he takes Galen into his mouth. Stars, this feels right! Wiping away doubt and worry and leaving him breathless with pleasure.

He widens his own knees, easing the pressure a little as he takes Galen into his throat.

Galen gasps, taken aback by the sudden wash of pleasure from the enveloping warmth, and easing into the way in which physical closeness is a natural expression of their connection, a continuation of their conversation with other means.

"I love you," he whispers into the palm of Bodhi's hand. "You are amazing, lovely, breathtaking and incredible!"

The words drive him on, warming his troubled heart just as much as Galen's touch heats his blood. He moans around Galen, head bobbing in a hungry drive for more.