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#08- in secrecy: Jack Cooper/Kuben Blisk
The debrief was torture.
Blisk shifted where he stood, glancing sideways at Jack, then shuffled a quarter step away. Was he standing too close? He worried he was. Jacks' head turned ever so slightly, and Blisk could see the corner of the other Pilot's eye crinkle as his gaze narrowed. Was he annoyed?
Shit! Was Blisk staring?! He yanked his attention 90 degrees the other direction, and heard Jack snort softly.
Damn it.
He was.
And he wasn't hearing a word of what this commander schmuck was saying either.
Not that it mattered. He was here for a paycheck. He didn't care about...whatever it was they'd done. He barely remembered. Shot some guys. Blew up a base. He'd kissed a unfairly cute enemy -nono they were allied now - Pilot. He remembered that part. In fact he'd forgotten the rest because that was all Blisk could think about for the rest of the mission. Not that it mattered. He just had to keep telling himself that.
"Dismissed."
Blisk's head popped up and he looked all around. Oh, he really hadn't been listening. Cooper was already heading off across the bustling hangar, his hands in his pockets. Blisk took another swift glance around and then turned, hustling after him.
He caught up with the other Pilot just as Jack was passing through a set of big double bay blast doors. Cooper barely looked at him, but murmured a low, "This way."
He turned a sharp corner into a hallway Blisk hadn't even noticed, and his pace picked up.
"Where-?" Blisk started but was immediately shushed.
"I'm not explaining it out here," Jack said lowly. Blisk's brow knit into a scowl and Jack added even more quietly, "You're not subtle enough."
Blisk scoffed in outrage.
How rude.
But...he couldn't quite argue the point, either. Not after his behavior at debrief.
"Fucker," he complained dryly.
Cooper laughed.
"Kettle," he countered. "Here." He turned abruptly, veering into a what turned out to be a stuffy little maintenance closet, big enough for a crowded work bench and some over-stocked shelves, and that was about it. A decommissioned MARVN sat sat between the bench and one of the shelving units, and Blisk shot it a sneer as he was pulled into the little room. Jack shut and locked the door behind him, then self-consciously shoved the dead bot's head down as if it could still watch them, then turned on the big Merc.
" Finally ," he gasped.
Blisk, catching on, grinned.
"Finally," he echoed, scooping Jack up into his arms. He kissed him, hot, hard, and hungry, growling softly, until he had Jack panting and gasping for air.
He thought he liked that glossy, flushed look on the other Pilot's face, and was already getting to wondering how he could make it worse.
"How long b'fore someone needs this room, eh?" He purred, not giving Jack time to answer before he went back for seconds.