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It was supposed to be a busy day, Rett and Pyke had their own tasks to get done during their stay on the planet and, as much as Pyke disliked to split up, it was way more efficient for them to do it that way. Well, it would be if it had gone as planned. Bad news was, Pyke found himself unsupervised upon his encounter with a very known face, leading him down a path way different than it would have if Rett was there to keep his brain working properly.
From all the options there were, among all the people he could find, it had to be him .
Pyke simply planned to be annoying, maybe taunt the guy enough to make him embarrass himself in front of the masses he loved to gather around him— The risk was calculated, but oh boy, Pyke sure was bad at math.
First he was looking from afar, then he was in their usual war of taunts and sarcasm, a bit later they were a bit too close.
Minutes later and the scene led to the Rhapsody, a trail left behind them as they desperately made their way to Pyke’s room, both his jacket and the light gray duster adorning the floor of the common area that led to it.
To say Pyke wasn’t thinking straight would be a stretch— the guy wasn’t thinking at all as he kissed the other, one hand holding the still lit cigarette while the other one got tangled in the vibrant orange and red hair of his so-called rival.
“You do miss me, don't ya’?” Rex let out as soon as the other broke the kiss, his usual smirk appearing as he stared at Pyke’s lips. “Of course you do.”
“I’d consider missing you if you knew how to shut up.” Pyke took a long drag of the cigarette before leaning in for another kiss, his free hand going from Rex’s hair to his chest and pushing him against the closest wall. “Too bad you’re an asshole.”
“Well,” Rex opposed no resistance, letting himself be trapped between the cold wall and Pyke’s burning body. “You know what they say—”
Pyke didn’t let him finish his words, he knew it was coming and had no intention of humoring him and his puns; he was there for his cock, not his words, both of them knew it well.
But even if Rex knew, he didn’t see it coming when the reaction went from a simply annoyed look on Pyke’s face to actual, unexpected pain. He closed his eyes as the smirk disappeared from his lips, the burning sensation filling him with both unfiltered pain and arousal as Pyke used his skin as his personal ashtray, his expression serious and unfazed while he stared at the reaction he got from Rex.
“I don’t, actually. What is it they say?” Pyke dropped the now extinct cigarette to the floor, stepping on it and taking a step back. He waited for a few seconds, admiring the now ruined skin close to Rex’s neck and the way his chest moved along with his heavy breath. He could perfectly feel the spike of anger behind his eyes, yet he said nothing. “I thought so.”
Pyke took off his shirt then, giving Rex enough time to plot revenge— Being honest, they had played their little games for way too long; Rex Maxim had enough experience on dealing with the adrenalin addict in front of him, the one and only Mr. Getting Hard when Risking his Life , so being careful and gentle was way off the table at that point.
Good.
He didn’t think twice before closing the distance between them and lifting Pyke like he weighed nothing, carrying him on his not-burn shoulder without an inch of respect and slapping his ass on the process like one would slap a bag of hay.
“You fuck—!” Pyke barked out as he tried to hold onto Rex, only to get thrown into his own bed a moment later.
He didn’t get to keep complaining before Rex got rid of his own shirt and moved on top of him, pressing his body against Pyke’s and going for another kiss, even messier and hungrier than the previous ones. Rex pushed one of his thighs between Pyke’s legs, pushing against his erection as it struggled with the restraining sensation of the pants holding back, and a surprised moan escaped Pyke’s mouth only to be drowned in the careless yet deep kiss.
The kiss tasted of pure nicotine and smoke, and yet the addicting sensation was the one of Pyke moaning into his mouth as he struggled under his weight. Rex's own erection was suffering against his even tighter pants, to be honest, but it was something he was willing to endure for the sake of ruining the solari beneath him.
“Rex— Rex!” Pyke harshly pulled the bright red hair, forcing him to break the kiss and finally allowing him to catch a proper breath. “Come on, just—”
To his surprise, Rex simply stared back at him, not a single word coming out of his mouth. It was surprising, yes, but Pyke found it hard to focus on that when he realized the view he got from there. Rex Maxim was staring down at him, his hair a mess, his skin tainted a red-ish orange, his mouth shut and his chest exposed, just for him to see and enjoy.
Shit, he did miss him.
The guy was perfectly designed to annoy the fuck out of him; a bit taller than him, a bit prettier than him, a faster learner than him, and gods, bigger than him.
—and yet he had more influence than Pyke liked to admit on his dick, on his whole body and mind. He was supposed to be angry, but he couldn’t get himself to fully despise the man when he looked like that and was about to fuck him senseless.
“... Rex?”
Pyke never thought he would even think of it, but fuck— The silence was annoying him even more than his never ending bullshit.
“You want me to beg…? Is that it…?”
“I thought Mr. Starfall wanted me to behave.” Rex let out a little laugh, his thigh once more pressing against Pyke’s aching erection and getting a small growl out of him. “Ya’ changed your mind already, prettyboy?”
“Stop— Stop messing around and fuck me already.” He took a deep breath, as deep as his messy current self let him. “... Please.”
“I thought so.”
One more chuckle escaped Rex’s mouth before he started to work on getting rid of Pyke’s pants, holding back the urge to just rip them as he struggled a bit— damned skinny tight pants— and then the underwear, leaving a fully exposed Pyke in bed as he got up to approach the nightstand.
“Second drawer.” Pyke muttered under his breath, loud enough for the other to hear.
Rex went straight for it, getting a bottle of lube from it and getting rid of his own pants too, surprisingly faster than Pyke’s despite all the thigh straps fixing them in place. Pyke laughed to himself, the guy sure had practice taking his pants off, that was for sure. He kept the underwear on, tho, but that didn’t stop Pyke’s gaze from falling on Rex’s ass while waiting. It took but a mere instant until Rex was on top of him again, positioning not only himself but Pyke too as he pleased, easily moving him with no resistance from Pyke at all.
He firmly held onto one of Pyke’s thighs with one hand as the other made its way to Pyke’s entrance, one first finger inside being enough to feel his whole body tense at the sensation. Knowing well what would happen, Rex looked up at his expression and hair . Pyke’s hair started glowing brighter than usual, but that wasn’t the part that fascinated him— The purples and blues got eclipsed by the pink hues that extended through it, overtaking almost all of it as its owner gave himself to the pleasure. Rex would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy playing with Pyke a little there, paying attention to the changes as he got another finger in and went for his most sensitive spots, seeing the edges turn into an almost red color for some brief moments.
He never told Pyke, of course, the man would kill him if he figured it out.
Pyke’s moans and whines kept getting louder, even desperate when Rex let go of his thigh to slowly start working his hand around Pyke’s hard cock, still doing his best to ignore his own aching erection until he was done prepping the other.
Feeling both of Rex’s hands let go of him, Pyke looked at the man with both judgement and anticipation; it was the further expression from his usual stoic self, one consumed by lust and hunger, looking at Rex like a ravenous beast.
It did unspeakable things to Rex’s dick, and he was about to act on it.
Finally freeing himself from his underwear, Rex didn’t think twice before pushing the tip of his cock into Pyke, taking no more than a few thrusts to get his full length inside him in a sudden, careless pace, knowing well how rough the other wanted him to be. He leaned in for a kiss then, moans and growls from both of them mixing with the mess they were making of each other, Rex getting back to taking care of Pyke’s erection as the other focused on ruining his back, pink and red mixing from the newly fueled glow of their hair.
“Fuck, Rex—”
Pyke's moans grew louder, almost drowning the growls and whines of pleasure from Rex, both losing themselves into each other's bodies as they got marked with lips, teeth and nails, claiming what wasn’t really theirs to have.
“Pyke—” Rex moaned, his voice low and his breath erratic. “Pyke, Pyke, Pyke—”
He wanted to say something else, but his name was the only word he could get himself to say. Hell, maybe it was him who missed the guy, and not the other way around. He wanted it to last forever, he wanted to taste him forever, he wanted his dearest rival to moan his name for him forever .
But he wouldn't be that lucky, Rex could already feel Pyke’s dick struggling under his touch as the man failed to warn him, coming all over himself and Rex's hand with a loud cry of pleasure. The sound of it already pushed Rex over the edge, also met with the way Pyke’s body tensed around his dick; enough to fill Pyke’s inside as he came in one last, aggressive thrust.
It took them a moment to react, too busy catching their breath to even think about what just happened— Until something got them out of it, a sound coming from outside the room, a voice .
“You have to be fuckin’ kidding me—”
There they were, just two adult solari men, sitting on a couch like proper, decent people who didn’t do anything impulsive or stupid. Them and Rett, of course, who got back to the Rhapsody only to find Pyke’s jacket and a way-too-familiar duster on the floor, near a white cowboy hat that someone dropped on his way to the exhibition of having a dick for a brain.
40 minutes passed since the scolding started, and yet none of them dared standing up; even Hank was staring at them, damn.
“—and from all the people on this planet, it had to be him. Come on, have some self respect!” Rett said while staring at Pyke, the solari now back to his usual non-horny self.
“You’re right, Rett. I’m— I don’t know what came over me.” He said, ashamed.
“You guys remember I’m still here, right…?”
“You shut the fuck up, Rex.” Rett barked out at him. “Do some self-reflection, alright?”
“Okay, now that’s—”
“And you’re also his ex, for fuck’s sake—”
“He’s also my ex and I see quite a different treatment here, Rett.”
“To be fair,” Pyke joined, but not too loud. “You are an insufferable jackass.”
“You literally burnt me with a—!”
“I wouldn’t have if you knew how to shut your mouth.”
“Well, you liked my mouth open when you got your tongue down my throat.”
“Enough!”
One final word from Rett and some barks for Hank were enough to stop the fight, but the gods knew it would not be the end of their stupid bullshit.
Sigh.