Seduced by a Rogue: Wedge and Tycho
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,500
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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2
Chapter 2
The pair made a dash across the courtyard to the cottage they were sharing. Both men were soaked through by the time they again reached shelter.
"I hope it stops raining soon. I was looking forward to spending some time on the beach," Wedge grumbled as he peeled off his soaked over shirt. He headed into the bedroom, divesting himself of wet garments along the way.
"Me, too. I haven't been to a beach since I left home," Tycho agreed. He was a few steps behind his CO, pulling off his own damp clothing. There was a distinct sadness to his voice whenever he mentioned his home world that the other man couldn't miss.
Wedge crossed to a chest of drawers and pulled out a few items. He tossed Tycho a blue silk robe, matching boxers and a towel from the nearby linen closet. He pulled out a black ensemble for himself and slipped into it then began towel-drying his hair.
The blond chuckled as he held up the robe before putting it on. "I do hope you have a suitable revenge planned to get Wes back for this."
"I'm working on it," Wedge retorted. "I still can't believe he did this to us."
The two men had been sent to the resort to make contact with a Rebel spy. Upon arriving, they learned their reservations had been changed to the honeymoon suite. To make matters worse, there were no other accommodations available thanks to a popular annual celebration that was serving as their cover.
The porter had smirked as he led them to the cozy one-bedroom cottage away from the main hotel. Wedge thought he would never miss the presence of droids - until now - as the annoyed Rogues tried hard to ignore the knowing glances.
Their anger subsided when they entered the accommodations. The cottage had a fully stocked kitchen with a mini-bar and enough pre-prepared meals that the "happy couple" would not have to leave the love nest for several days.
The fresher included a two-person whirlpool tub. The bedroom sported a bed large enough to land an x-wing on, complete with overhead mirrors and spectacular view of a secluded cove. The surprise was a chest of drawers with silk lingerie and an assortment of toys to make things just that much more interesting.
Wedge settled on the floor, his back against the bed, and spread several data cards out on the floor. The Corellian slid one of the cards into the datapad he retrieved from the bedside table.
Tycho watched him closely; wishing things were different. He trusted Wedge with his life but he was afraid to trust him with his heart. His time at the Imperial Academy had taught him that painful lesson about Corellians.
"So, what are our plans for today? I don't think we have a contact point set up."
Wedge shrugged. "We've been here for three days. Three days, three meetings, three no shows. I thought we might enjoy ourselves today." He changed out data cards and began reviewing the contents of the new card. "Here it is," he stated triumphantly and handed the pad up to Tycho, who was sitting on the bed.
The blonde read over the tourist guide and lifted his head to meet Wedge's intense brown-eyed gaze. "This is on the other side of the planet," he stated.
"Yep. It's not raining there," Wedge replied smugly. "Unless you would rather stay here and explain exactly what happened when we left you and Hobbie alone last time," he suggested.
Tycho's blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "You seem awfully sure you can convince me to tell you about that."
Never one to back down from a challenge, Wedge grabbed one of Tycho's bare feet and began tickling it. Tycho yelped in surprise and then pounced on Wedge; they struggled briefly before Tycho succeeded in pinning Wedge to the floor with his hands above his head.
Both men were breathing hard from the exertion and their robes had slipped open. Scheming brown eyes watched Tycho, knowing the blonde had a slight upper hand in size and strength. But Wedge was Corellian and therefore had a distinct advantage in the "never play fair" department.
He twisted one wrist free and snaked his hand around the back of Tycho's neck, fingers burying in the soft blonde hair. Before Tycho realized what was happening, he was pulled down into a searing kiss. He stiffened in surprise but Wedge persisted and the Alderaanian gave in with a soft moan, relaxing his body against the younger man's.
//Works every time,// thought Wedge as he rolled over on top of the other, pressing the length of their bodies together. It was then that he realized his mistake, as all thoughts were lost in a haze of desire.
The pair made a dash across the courtyard to the cottage they were sharing. Both men were soaked through by the time they again reached shelter.
"I hope it stops raining soon. I was looking forward to spending some time on the beach," Wedge grumbled as he peeled off his soaked over shirt. He headed into the bedroom, divesting himself of wet garments along the way.
"Me, too. I haven't been to a beach since I left home," Tycho agreed. He was a few steps behind his CO, pulling off his own damp clothing. There was a distinct sadness to his voice whenever he mentioned his home world that the other man couldn't miss.
Wedge crossed to a chest of drawers and pulled out a few items. He tossed Tycho a blue silk robe, matching boxers and a towel from the nearby linen closet. He pulled out a black ensemble for himself and slipped into it then began towel-drying his hair.
The blond chuckled as he held up the robe before putting it on. "I do hope you have a suitable revenge planned to get Wes back for this."
"I'm working on it," Wedge retorted. "I still can't believe he did this to us."
The two men had been sent to the resort to make contact with a Rebel spy. Upon arriving, they learned their reservations had been changed to the honeymoon suite. To make matters worse, there were no other accommodations available thanks to a popular annual celebration that was serving as their cover.
The porter had smirked as he led them to the cozy one-bedroom cottage away from the main hotel. Wedge thought he would never miss the presence of droids - until now - as the annoyed Rogues tried hard to ignore the knowing glances.
Their anger subsided when they entered the accommodations. The cottage had a fully stocked kitchen with a mini-bar and enough pre-prepared meals that the "happy couple" would not have to leave the love nest for several days.
The fresher included a two-person whirlpool tub. The bedroom sported a bed large enough to land an x-wing on, complete with overhead mirrors and spectacular view of a secluded cove. The surprise was a chest of drawers with silk lingerie and an assortment of toys to make things just that much more interesting.
Wedge settled on the floor, his back against the bed, and spread several data cards out on the floor. The Corellian slid one of the cards into the datapad he retrieved from the bedside table.
Tycho watched him closely; wishing things were different. He trusted Wedge with his life but he was afraid to trust him with his heart. His time at the Imperial Academy had taught him that painful lesson about Corellians.
"So, what are our plans for today? I don't think we have a contact point set up."
Wedge shrugged. "We've been here for three days. Three days, three meetings, three no shows. I thought we might enjoy ourselves today." He changed out data cards and began reviewing the contents of the new card. "Here it is," he stated triumphantly and handed the pad up to Tycho, who was sitting on the bed.
The blonde read over the tourist guide and lifted his head to meet Wedge's intense brown-eyed gaze. "This is on the other side of the planet," he stated.
"Yep. It's not raining there," Wedge replied smugly. "Unless you would rather stay here and explain exactly what happened when we left you and Hobbie alone last time," he suggested.
Tycho's blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "You seem awfully sure you can convince me to tell you about that."
Never one to back down from a challenge, Wedge grabbed one of Tycho's bare feet and began tickling it. Tycho yelped in surprise and then pounced on Wedge; they struggled briefly before Tycho succeeded in pinning Wedge to the floor with his hands above his head.
Both men were breathing hard from the exertion and their robes had slipped open. Scheming brown eyes watched Tycho, knowing the blonde had a slight upper hand in size and strength. But Wedge was Corellian and therefore had a distinct advantage in the "never play fair" department.
He twisted one wrist free and snaked his hand around the back of Tycho's neck, fingers burying in the soft blonde hair. Before Tycho realized what was happening, he was pulled down into a searing kiss. He stiffened in surprise but Wedge persisted and the Alderaanian gave in with a soft moan, relaxing his body against the younger man's.
//Works every time,// thought Wedge as he rolled over on top of the other, pressing the length of their bodies together. It was then that he realized his mistake, as all thoughts were lost in a haze of desire.