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Jacobi spent his years at Goddard under Warren Kepler’s command. It was tough, it was rewarding, and always pushed his limits. He spent most of his working time with the colonel, and when they found neither had any commitments , ideas were… guaranteed to spring up. He remembered their third stakeout. The tension had been 100% there . It was antagonizing. He remembered the way he’d caught Kepler running his eyes down his body, snagging on his hips and thighs as his hands fidgeted in his pockets. His bottom lip caught between his teeth. He knew what Kepler wanted.

And what could Jacobi say?

He was a hot commodity.

He didn’t really mind, not most of the time. He got his fun out of it. Kepler got what he wanted. It was a win-win— usually. It wasn’t like Jacobi could say no. Kepler was his superior. He’d never asked, just assumed, just leaned in close to his ear and pressed him to the wall with a whisper,

“You know, Jacobi, I’ve been looking forward to this…” and Jacobi would feel his face get all hot, warmth immediately beginning to pool beneath his stomach. He’d be lying if he said Kepler wasn’t a good fuck. He was good, so good. But he was rough. He’d bite down on the back of Jacobi’s neck, run his hands through his hair and tug so he’d arch his back more into Kepler’s hips. He left him with bites and bruises. Kepler would pin his hands to the pillow with his muscular arms, grunting in his ear with each thrust. It left Jacobi whimpering. It was all orders, it was all gripping the sheets and getting fucked senseless, and feeling okay about it for a bit… and then just empty. 

Kepler never really asked, not verbally, and although Jacobi was fine with bottoming, Kepler refused to let them try any other way. Something about his dignity. He knew Kepler didn’t really care. He just saw Jacobi as another plus to his rank, another benefit to his assignment.

And so, it was empty.

But this was different. Jacobi knew it was different. Not because it was Eiffel, of all people, but it was… different.

He could admit to himself that Eiffel was fairly attractive. All his shirts fit him tight, outlining his arms and pecs. He wasn’t particularly buff, just lean and pretty. His lips moved too much and his dark lashes were more than alluring. 

Eiffel was someone he, unfortunately and embarrassingly, wanted. And Jacobi had a feeling Eiffel wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

They’d found themselves alone in the comms room. Jacobi doing maintenance, and Eiffel doing… Well, whatever it was he did there on a daily basis. A few snarky comments later and a knowing glance of desire, the next thing he knew, Eiffel had him against the wall, hands on the dips of his waist and lips pressed together. 

Fucking finally.

Jacobi tilted his chin into the kiss. He let out a gasp as he felt Eiffel’s tongue slip against his lips. He pressed closer as Eiffel’s hands found their way up his shirt, feeling him up. Jacobi shuddered as his thumb brushed past his nipple. God, there was no way he was already this hard . Jacobi had eagerly reached for his shirt, ready to pull it off, but Eiffel gently grabbed his wrists, pausing. Jacobi stared at him like he was insane, because he must’ve been. And then Eiffel said something.

“…Jacobi, do you want this ?”

And Jacobi frowned. 

Do you want this?

That was new. 

“Of course I do, Eiffel. Now take off your goddamn pants.” He snorted. A smile teased the communications officer’s lips. His lashes fluttered, and Jacobi’s breath hitched in his throat.

What was also new was just how gentle Doug Eiffel was. It almost made Jacobi angry. He was so used to being torn apart and put back together that when Eiffel pressed soft kisses to his collarbone and ran his fingers down his chest, Jacobi almost wanted to bite him. But he held back. His legs felt weak. He couldn’t help his breathy gasps, melting inside as Eiffel ground his hips against his, cradling the curve of his jaw in his hand. He began to tug his pants down below his thighs. Eiffel pressed a kiss just below his ear.

It was different, Jacobi thought. But it was nice. It was nice.

He did want this.