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“I am not wearing any shorts.”
Those were words that were spoken in private between two lovers, Cody was certain. He was sure that he wasn’t supposed to hear them, either, but the walls were thin on the Anaxes base. There was a rumble of what he assumed to be a moan, followed by the creak of one of the standard issue bunks as bodies fell into the thin mattress.
“You’re out of uniform,” the other voice said huskily. “I could have you court martialed and brought before Commander Cody.”
Cody’s eyes flew open wide and quickly found himself plastered outside of the door. It was the dead of night. No one else should have been in the halls in the barracks this late, least of all him. He was still recovering from the crash landing, but he couldn’t sit in the medical wing anymore. Kix was watching him like a hawk, and though he appreciated his attention to detail and scrutinizing every little thing to make sure he received only the best care, Cody needed to breathe. Now, however, it seemed that he wasn’t the only one who needed to blow off a little steam.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” The raspy voice questioned. “You love a man who takes charge. Is that why you always bring your pretty hole to me? Because you like the way I take control of it?”
The filth that spilled from this trooper’s lips was…well, he’d certainly heard his share of dirty talk. This really wasn’t so different, but it was the first time that he’d intentionally listened in on someone using his name while performing sexual acts.
Taking note of where he was, Cody realized that he’d wandered into the area where Clone Force 99 had racked in. With that in mind, it was only a matter of putting the pieces together to figure out that the two troopers having fun on the other side of the door were—
“A-Ah! Hunter!”
“That’s it, Tech,” his Sergeant cooed. “You’re still really stretched from this morning. Think you can take two?”
Cody couldn’t hear a verbal reply, but if the hitch in breath followed by a breathless curse were any indication, he could safely assume that Hunter was two fingers deep in his second-in-command. If he listened closer, Cody could swear that he could hear the squish and squelch of slick as Hunter opened him up, and a shiver raced up his body. He winced – he was still in a fair bit of pain – but he couldn’t deny that what he was listening to got him riled up a little.
He could touch himself, he reasoned. No one would be wandering at this hour to catch him, but he had a reputation to maintain. The Marshal Commander jerking off to a few commandos getting nasty was not a rumor he wanted in the mill. Cody tried to reason that no one would notice, or care, but he held himself back with a stifled moan. He’d settle for a rub here and there to take the pressure off and find someone to take care of it later. For now, he was invested in whatever play Hunter and Tech had worked on.
“Do you think he’d give you a dressing down?” Hunter asked, still fingering Tech. Cody imagined that he had his ace bent over, ass in the air, two fingers plunging fast and deep. “Maybe he’d punish you? Make you count as he bent you over his knee and smacked your ass with his gloves on?”
The moan that tore from Tech was muffled by something, possibly Hunter’s other hand, and Cody wished he had been on the other side of the door to see the flush that was undoubtedly crawling over Tech’s skin as Hunter brought his hand down with an audible crack.
“H-Hun—”
“Ah, ah,” Hunter tsked, “we’re still playing unless you say the word. What do you call me right now?”
There was a pause, and then Cody felt his cock throb when Tech moaned his name.
“Good boy,” Hunter praised, “you’re so good for me, Tech.”
“Cody,” Tech whined, “Sir, please!”
Cody had half a mind to barge in there and join them. He wanted to. His whole body was burning and now he was certain that if anyone else happened down this hallway that they would see the damp spot in his blacks with the hard line of his erection standing proudly. He touched himself, hissing softly as the pressure he so desperately needed was applied.
The scene went on, and the further along they went, the harder it became for Cody to simply walk away. He should have from the start. He knew there would be a level of mortification if they ever found out that he’d heard them, or would they not care? That thought sent another pleasing thrill down his spine, and he ignored the painful wince. His body would protest in the morning, but that was a problem for Future Cody. Present Cody was fully focused on what sounded like one or both reaching their climax, followed by the soft lull of tender kisses and aftercare that followed playing so intensely.
Awake more now than he was when he left, Cody did his best to keep to the walls and out of bright lights to avoid bringing attention to the flush on his cheeks and the obvious erection that he was carrying between his legs. His cock was heavy with need, but he knew where he could find someone more than willing to lend a hand, or mouth, if he was feeling generous. And so, it was back to the medical wing and back into the care of the great Clone Medic Kix, who scolded him for putting unnecessary strain on his body but was also very interested in the retelling of the Sergeant and his Ace having some fun while he sucked Cody’s cock.
If Hunter had smelled Commander Cody’s arousal through the door and heard him stifling his moans, he didn’t bring it up the next morning, but Cody felt the icy prick of being caught when the Sergeant leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Next time, join us. Tech would love it.”