Seduced by a Rogue: Wedge and Tycho

Chapter 4

The two Rogues spent the day in the sun, sand and surf. By the end of the day, their playful banter had taken on an innuendo-filled undertone. Once back at the hotel, they shared a drink and took quick showers in preparation for an evening out since the rain had finally stopped.

"Where do you want to go?" Wedge asked as he pulled on his boots.

Tycho grinned wickedly from in front of the mirror where he was brushing his hair, "How about that club from two nights ago?"

Wedge scrunched his nose and shook his head. "That blonde will probably be there."

"I thought you liked blondes," Tycho teased suggestively.

Wedge's cheeks turned bright pink and he ducked his chin, "It's not that I don't find her attractive. It's just... she'll want to dance and... I can't dance."

Tycho decided he liked a blushing Wedge. "I don't mind teaching you," he offered, holding out his arms.

Wedge eyed the blonde warily and then stepped closer. "You may want to put your boots on for this."

Tycho chuckled softly, "I'll take my chances." He placed Wedge's hands on his waist and his hands on the Corellian's shoulders. "I'll lead at first and then you can take over when you get the hang of things."

Wedge nodded and they began moving with Wedge watching his feet. Tycho was an excellent dancer and Wedge quickly picked up a simple Alderaanian waltz.

Tycho slipped his hand under the other's chin and lifted his head. "You should look your partner in the eye." He stepped closer so that Wedge no longer had a view of their feet. "Your turn. It's just like in the cockpit. You lead and I'll follow."

Wedge nodded uncertainly and took over the lead. He tried to concentrate on the movements but all he could think about was how blue Tycho's eyes were. Wedge tensed when the blonde moved even closer, placing his head on Wedge's shoulder and filling the Corellian's senses with the scent of Tycho's freshly washed hair.

Tycho was enjoying the feel of being in Wedge's arms. All his previous promises about getting involved with Corellians flew straight out the airlock. The two men had gotten to know each other better the past several days and over the course of the afternoon Tycho had begun to believe he had misread Wedge greatly.

Wedge could feel the fever building again as he brushed his cheek against the soft blonde hair. Without realizing what he was doing, he placed a kiss on Tycho's neck, producing a shiver.

Tycho felt his own passion rising and turned to meld their mouths together. He could feel the other's body heat seeping through his shirt. He coaxed Wedge's lips apart, moaning as he searched out the other's flavor.

It was all Wedge could do to summon the willpower to step away, ending the kiss. "We shouldn't," he panted. "If we don't stop now, I'm not sure I'll be able to." He wasn't sure he could take another rejection.

The fact that Wedge was willing to break the encounter was enough to finally convince the Aleraanian of his sincerity. Tycho smiled and cupped Wedge's cheek in his hand. "It's already too late," he breathed huskily into the other's ear. He slid his hands down Wedge's chest, opening buttons along the way.

Wedge stilled Tycho's hands with his own and leaned back to look him in the eyes. "Are you sure?" When the blonde nodded, he continued, "I should probably warn you, I don't do one-night stands, either." He grinned mischievously and leaned forward to nibble on one of Tycho's earlobes. "I can be rather possessive, too."

Tycho shivered again and tilted his head to allow Wedge access to his throat. "Seems we have something else in common," he husked. He finished removing Wedge's shirt and turned his attention to the undershirt.

By the time Wedge was bare-chested, he had Tycho's shirt off and pants unfastened. Tycho was nibbling along his collarbone, hands roaming over exposed skin. He was surprised when his knees bumped against the bed, only then realizing they were still dancing.

They fell on the bed, tussling to see who would end up on top, shedding their remaining clothing during the process. Tycho won the battle, again pinning Wedge underneath him. The blonde began nuzzling along his CO's neck before again seeking the elusive taste that was Wedge Antilles.

Wedge's hands continued their earlier explorations, ending with a solid grasp on Tycho's firm buttocks. He lifted his hips, bringing their erections together in a startling friction of skin on skin. Both men hissed and began to thrust, their blood boiling with unreleased excitement.

Wedge's fingers worked their way into the cleft between Tycho's perfectly formed cheeks, searching out and teasing his entrance. Tycho moaned and intensified his movements.

Lips, hands and bodies moved in an unheard rhythm, punctuated by soft moans and hoarse cries. Tycho threw his head back and closed his eyes, spasms racking his body as he climaxed. The sight and sensations were enough to push Wedge over the edge as well.

Tycho collapsed on top of Wedge, disregarding and further mixing the sticky warmth on their bellies. Wedge wrapped his arms tightly around the other's shoulders, covering his face in gentle kisses.

Tycho snuggled deeper into the offered comfort, purring softly. "I sssoooo needed that," he drawled.

"Mmmm," Wedge agreed. He rolled over and started to pull away when strong arms and legs gripped him tightly, preventing him from moving.

"Where do you think you're going?" Tycho snarled. He'd had his fill of Corellians leaving in the middle of the night. Not this time. Not with Wedge.

Wedge chuckled softly and relaxed against Tycho. "You weren't kidding about being possessive, were you?" He kissed the blonde's nose playfully, "I only wanted to get something to clean us up with."

Tycho felt foolish; he should have known better. How many times had Hobbie pointed out Wedge's loyalty? That aside, where was Wedge going to go? They were stuck here together for another ten days. He released his hold and watched as his new lover padded quickly into the 'fresher.

When Wedge returned to the bedroom, the view that met him took his breath away. Tycho was sprawled across the bed on his back, one leg bent slightly behind the other with his head resting in one hand. His other hand lay across his stomach, absently rubbing their combined essence into his skin. Wedge growled predatorily, feeling his body respond with renewed interest.

Tycho shifted his hips seductively. "Like what you see?" he asked in his most sultry voice.

Wedge nodded incoherently and stalked toward the bed, stopping briefly at the chest of drawers and opening the drawer with the toys. He hastily grabbed a tube of lube and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Tycho nodded, smiling.

He tossed the towel and damp washcloth on the bed and then climbed up Tycho's body, kissing along legs, thighs, and nuzzling the other's arousal. He quickly lubed up a couple of fingers and slid one slowly in, watching as Tycho closed his eyes and bunched his fists in the covers.

After the previous orgasm, Tycho was ready quickly. He whimpered when Wedge pulled out his fingers. Wedge positioned himself over his friend, leaning down to capture his lips before slowly plunging forward.

Their bodies melded into one, passion and desire taking over as the intensity grew. Wedge took Tycho in hand in time with the movements of their bodies.

Tycho groaned and stilled Wedge's hand with his own. "Not yet. I want to be inside you."

Wedge kissed Tycho hard. "You must. I can't unless you do." At Tycho's confused look, he smiled. "I'll explain later. For now, just believe me when I tell you there'll be plenty of time."

Tycho felt warmth spread throughout his body as Wedge resumed his movements. Lights exploded behind Tycho's eyes and he arched his back as climax took him. The tremors set off Wedge's own completion as he thrust even deeper.

Both men lay quietly, the only sounds their heartbeats and heavy breathing. Slowly, they regained their senses, amid tender kisses and lots of nuzzling. Wedge wrapped his arms around Tycho and rolled them over so the Alderaanian was resting over his heart.

Tycho chuckled softly, "I've been thinking."

"About...?" Wedge prompted.

He propped himself on his elbows so he could look into his CO's soft brown eyes. "Maybe Wes wasn't alone in setting us up like this."

Wedge glanced around their room, "You think he had help?"

Tycho grinned, "Sort of. I think it may have been Hobbie's idea."

Wedge barked a laugh. "Now that you mention it, Hobbie _was_ kind of hinting that maybe..." He lifted his head to nibble on the blonde's ear.

Tycho's stomach grumbled, breaking the mood. He laughed and pulled away, "My turn. I'll go fix dinner."

Before he could move, Wedge wrapped his arms tightly around the Alderaanian's shoulders. "Hurry back. I'll be waiting for you."