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The sun had been up for at least an hour, but it was only when the irritating blink of light reflecting from the nearby building started to shine in his face that Partagaz slowly began to wake. He laid on his back to avoid the direct light and rubbed his eyes. His head felt heavy. He was sure he hadn’t drunk anything the previous evening, which left only one possible conclusion—oversleeping.
That’s when his instincts kicked in. He propped himself on an elbow and checked the time.
“I’ll be damned!”
Instantly he jumped up, unintentionally pulling the bedcovers with him. Halfway to the bathroom he heard a sleepy:
“Morning.”
The previous evening flashed before him: Krennic’s awkward arrival, their silent lying on the couch…
God… I said what?!... Doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with it later.
He rushed to the bed.
“Orson! Get up! We are late!”
“Lio…” Krennic turned to his side with no intention of getting up. “Come back to bed.”
“Haven’t you heard me? Get up now!”
Krennic lazily opened his eyes. “And I said: come back to bed. I’ve taken sick leave for both of us.”
A punch in the gut couldn’t have shattered him more. “You did what!?”
Krennic sighed and pulled himself from the pillow. “We fell asleep on the couch, remember? Then in the middle of the night you woke me up with squirming because your back started to hurt. I suggested going to bed. Only I couldn’t sleep the second time. There was nothing important at work, so I decided to take a sick leave. But then I thought it could be good for you too and—”
“You didn’t—”
Krennic smirked. “Well, hide your comm next time.”
Partagaz fixed him with a stare sharp enough to flay.
“Relax, Lio.” Krennic moved to the side, leaving a place for Partagaz. “With your flawless attitude, I think everybody will be happy to spend a day without you.”
“Orson, whatever this thing is, it was never supposed to affect our duty—”
“Yeah, yeah, be grumpy if you want, you’ll thank me later.”
“For what?!” Partagaz sat on the bed, devastated. “For spending a day within four walls?!”
“For spending a day with me.”
“Unbelievable…”
As if it weren’t enough, an annoying pain was back and Partagaz started massaging his shoulder.
“Alright, if you’re still mad—”
"If?!"
Krennic let out a low laugh. “Stars, you are adorable when pissed off… because you are still mad, I can take care of your back.”
Partagaz rubbed the bridge of his nose and inhaled deeply before speaking. “Let me get this straight—yesterday you were a wreck, you hijacked my bed, impersonated me on official channels, and now you’re offering a massage?!”
“Why not? And by the way, if I remember correctly, you weren’t doing better last evening… but that’s not important right now. So,” Krennic lowered his voice and put up his hands, “do you want these gentle hands to touch you or not?”
Damn you to hell, Orson! But at this point it’s easier to play along than to explain the false sick leave…
Partagaz looked at him with a mix of scepticism and pity but laid on his stomach. “That’d better be worth it.”
Krennic’s smile was a triumphant one. He immediately straddled Partagaz’s hips, pushed up his shirt and started massaging the upper back. His technique was unrefined, but Partagaz couldn’t deny that the movements felt good and were definitely pushing his anger away.
When he calmed himself enough, he asked: “Anyway, what’s your plan for today?”
“Well, I haven’t thought it through yet, so I guess we’ll improvise.”
“You know, there was a guy thousands of years ago who said: ‘One jumps into the fray, then figures out what to do next’… Seems like your motto.”
“Thousands of years and the guy is still talked about? Guess the attitude brought him quite high.”
“Yeah, until he lost everything and got exiled.”
“Won’t happen to me.”
Partagaz raised his head a little. “So sure?”
“Absolutely.” Krennic gave him a stronger push to lay him flat again. “First—I’m now aware of the case. Second—I’m smarter.”
Partagaz couldn’t hold a short laugh. “Orson, you are insufferable.”
Krennic stopped and lowered himself to his ear. “But that’s exactly why you don’t throw me out.”
“The plan. Stick to the plan, please.”
Krennic’s hands started to move again.
“Well, breakfast seems to be a proper start. But I’m looking forward to dinner more—a special day requires a special meal. Maybe you’ll even help with cooking… The rest? Chatting. You can try me with your opera thing. Something like that…”
“Well, that’s—”
“Oh!” Krennic exclaimed as if he had forgotten something. “And sex. Occasionally.”
Partagaz could only chuckle in reply.
“What?” Krennic asked innocently.
“Nothing, even my vocabulary falls short of describing your arrogance.”
“Don’t bother yourself. I’m sure I can do even better.”
“I’m sure that attitude has already dragged you into trouble at least once.”
“Yes, but what’s the point otherwise?”
“Then another ancient story for you: a man was given wax-sealed wings and told not to fly too close to the sun. But he was having so much fun that he forgot about it, flew too close and the wax melted. He then fell and died.”
Krennic snorted.
“Oh,” Partagaz continued, “I am sure the fall was spectacular though.”
“Come on, Lio! Don’t pretend you don’t want to be the best.”
“Yes, but I don’t say that I am.”
“I can say it for you.”
“How unexpectedly selfless!”
“That’s because you’re not standing in my way.”
“I think I’m more afraid of your praise than conspiracies. The latter I can handle.”
“So be it.” Krennic marked his words with a slap of his hands. “If I ever plot against you, I’ll build it on praise!”
“As you wish. But don’t let my lack of effort fool you.”
In one rapid move Partagaz flipped Krennic and pinned him to the bed.
“With proper motivation I could get quite rivalrous.”
A mischievous smile spread across Krennic’s face. “Oh, look, your back seems to be doing better. Ready for some intense physicals?”
Partagaz smiled back. “Does your libido ever sleep?”
“Not even when I am.”
“I’ll check it on the occasion, but first—bath and breakfast.”
Partagaz let him go, stood up and went to the bathroom. “I’ll take a shower first. In the meantime make yourself useful, please.”
Partagaz stepped into the shower, placed his hands on the wall, and let the warm stream run over his shoulders. He hoped that privacy would give him a much-needed chance to think properly, but it didn’t help much. Too many thoughts, too many contradictions, and not enough time to sort them all out. Although he was still furious because of this childish nuisance with the sick leave, he couldn’t deny that Krennic’s proximity was strangely comfortable.
Yeah, sure, and look where this comfort brought us yesterday… “My dearest boy,” for god’s sake!..
He changed the temperature to cold and placed his face in the stream, as if he wanted to wash the thoughts away.
Shouldn’t have started it in the first place!
The water wasn’t helping. Angrily, he set the temperature back and took a bottle of shower gel to get a distraction.
He was almost finished when the sudden draft told him the bathroom door was open.
Partagaz didn’t turn or stop but said: “Charming. Weren’t you told that one should at least knock?”
“I set the coffee on and then I got bored.”
“So, I’ve got an audience now…”
“Oh, come on! A little bit late to be coy, don’t you think?”
“It’s never too late to be decent.”
“Besides the view, it’s comfortably warm here. I’ll stay.”
There was bitterness in his voice as Partagaz spoke: “You know, at some point audacity stops being endearing and becomes a nuisance. I suggest you calibrate it before it’s too late.”
“Fine! I’ll wait outside, if it’s that important.”
“Don’t trouble yourself,” Partagaz said, reaching for a towel. “I’m already done.”
Partagaz stepped out of the shower and started to wipe himself. Accidentally, he caught Krennic’s gaze in the mirror.
“What now?..”
“Nothing. Just your hair looking completely out of order.”
Partagaz stopped and looked at him. No sign of mocking, just strange sincerity.
And that cursed faint smile… He felt his anger evaporating. How do you do it so effortlessly?..
“Bathrobe or towel?” Partagaz said aloud.
“Sorry?”
“I don’t have a second bathrobe, so someone gets the towel.”
“Bathrobe.”
“Suit yourself.” He pointed at the bathrobe and tried to get to the door but was stopped from behind.
“Orson, please… breakfast.”
Krennic leaned to his neck and inhaled deeply: “Yeah, but you smell so good…”
“There’s still plenty of that shower gel, so you can too.”
Then came an embrace.
“Oh, it’s not only that…”
“Maker, give me patience.” Partagaz sighed, turned, and embraced him back—perfunctory, but not without care. “Happy now?”
“No, but it will do. For some time.”
Partagaz put on his home clothes and went into the kitchen. Standing at the counter with his fingers tapping on its surface, he couldn’t help but notice how everything felt strangely usual. Just like any other morning… Except that it wasn’t. And the sound of pouring water in the bath reminded him of it unmistakably.
He frowned and rubbed his temple.
Concentrate. And stop overthinking. One slip doesn’t mean that much after all. Just watch yourself more carefully. Stick to what it was supposed to be from the beginning—no obligations. Nice and easy… Besides, there are far more important things to think about.
This short litany and deep calm breaths in between helped him switch his thoughts to one of many work tasks. With his burden not vanished but at least silenced, he finally was able to concentrate on breakfast, finding blessed tranquility in routine.
The omelette was almost ready when a voice reached him from behind.
“Smells good.”
Partagaz turned his head and saw Krennic leaning on the fridge. Barefoot, in a loosely wrapped bathrobe and with messy hair, he seemed the antithesis of himself, usually so composed and dressed to kill. Partagaz couldn’t answer fast enough which version he liked better and hurried to change the subject of his thoughts.
“You can start with coffee. There are some fruits on the table and the eggs are almost ready. Do you want anything more?”
“Coffee will do. I’ll check the fridge later. Although I doubt you’ve got champagne there.”
“Alcohol in the early morning? Seriously?”
“Well, since you are already late for work, it’s not that early. And we are having a day off.”
“Yes,” Partagaz turned back to the pan to stir the omelette once more, “and it would be nice to spend it like grown-ups.”
Krennic’s smile grew bigger: “Lio, I know you are not as boring as you are trying to seem.”
“Balance, Orson. The more arrogant you get—”
“Maker, Lio!” Krennic choked on his coffee. “Where is the sugar?!”
Partagaz turned around with genuine surprise: “You drink coffee with sugar?..”
“The question is: why the hell do you drink it without?!”
“It tempers the taste. There are plenty of sweet drinks that are good, but coffee is definitely not one of them.”
“Coffee without sugar!..” Krennic put his cup on the table and opened the nearest drawer. “Never speak to me again.”
“Oh, the blessing!” Partagaz smirked. “Second drawer to my right.”
When the food was ready, there was a period of silence as they ate, which none of them found inconvenient. Partagaz finished first, put his fork down, and stared at the middle of the table. His sudden stillness didn’t escape Krennic.
“Lio?”
Partagaz twitched a little, pulled back from his thoughts. “Hm?”
“What is it?”
“It’s strange,” Partagaz said after a beat.
“What?”
“Domesticity. Not used to it.”
“Don’t tell me it’s the first time you’ve made an omelette for someone.”
“No. But the first time for someone I know this well…” He looked at Krennic. “Bad idea, Orson. Truly.”
“You’re in this on your own accord. Want to blame someone—blame yourself.”
“Oh, I’m close to.”
“I’m not.”
Partagaz smiled ironically. “Who would’ve thought!”
Krennic put his fork down. “What are you afraid of?”
“Afraid?… Afraid’s too strong. It’s risk management. I just think if I let it be this way, it’ll affect me more than I want. Occasional encounters were enough.”
“Gods, I’m not asking anything from you! We are just spending a casual day together.”
“A stolen day. And still. It’s not what we agreed on.”
“Agreements can be changed. The question is—what do you want?” Krennic paused a little. “And maybe… try it before you answer.”
“Have you answered it yourself?”
Krennic leaned on the back of his chair. “I know what I want from today.”
Partagaz grinned. “Ambiguous, isn’t it? But maybe it’s better to leave it that way.” He broke their gaze and reached for his cup.
Krennic gave the interior a quick look, thinking if he should push it further, but decided against it. Instead, he asked in the most casual tone: “So, what do you usually do after breakfast when not on duty?”
“It depends, but mostly reading.”
“Aha, so that’s where all these ancient stories come from. By the way, haven’t heard of them for a while. How come?”
“There’s got to be a cause to quote something, otherwise it would be awkward and boring. And you’d be the first to mention it.”
“How about an inspirational story for a change?” Krennic teased. “About some ambitious guy who got everything that he wanted?”
“Well, define inspirational then. There are plenty of stories about success, but achieving your goal isn’t the hardest part sometimes. It’s not getting killed or plotted against. Or basically staying alive.”
Krennic leaned forward, elbows on the table, closing the space between them. “Now, that’s an interesting question: if you can’t have both, what would you choose?”
“I’ll take my chances and try to have both.”
“Then, my friend, you won’t go far, which actually would be quite a shame.”
“I take pride in work well done, not in titles.”
Krennic laughed. “Oh, you are hopeless!”
Partagaz returned the smile. “Somehow I get a feeling that at least a part of your immeasurable ambition comes from an idea that I could help you escape the consequences if things don’t go your way…”
Krennic raised a brow. “Wouldn’t you?”
“You are not truly expecting me to encourage you with an answer?”
“Well, I’m not hearing a no either.”
“The right to keep hope is sacred.”
Their smiles and silent gaze lingered more than one would consider proper for a casual talk.
Krennic took his coffee and said after a sip: “You missed it too, right?”
“I find banter worth tolerating everything else,” Partagaz said in his most formal voice.
Krennic laughed. “And I’m the one accused of arrogance!”
The witty exchange helped to ease the mood and made the following silence comfortable again.
Finished with his food, Partagaz was sipping his coffee and looking out the window. He glanced at Krennic to see if he too were done with breakfast but instead caught yet another cocky stare. Partagaz raised a brow in a silent question.
“Just noticed that you haven’t shaved. And now I wonder… how that stubble will feel…”
Partagaz rolled his eyes. “Orson, please, we’ve just eaten. Let the food settle at least.”
“For what time should I schedule it then?” Krennic was obviously in the mood for teasing.
“After a lesson in behaving.”
“And how long will it be?”
“Ah! That’s exactly the lesson. Patience, Ori.”
“We’re back to ‘Ori’ then? Didn’t I tell you that I have a kink for that?”
Partagaz stood and walked to the couch. “I’m still one cup of coffee short, so you can tell me in the meantime.”
“I’ve got a better idea. You finish your coffee and I ravage something else first. Like checking your fridge and ordering groceries for the evening.”
“A sudden interest in routine?”
“My way of having fun when denied else.”
“Really? Cooking?”
“Engineering a proper dinner.”
“What a distinguished way to say it. So you do know how to be courteous after all.”
“Underestimating me, Lio?” Krennic’s eyes sparked with playful challenge. “A grave mistake.”
Partagaz smiled. “I won’t interrupt the master’s work then.”
A quarter of an hour later Krennic was sitting at the counter with one hand under his chin, seemingly lost in his thoughts. A touch on his shoulders made him turn his head.
“What? We are through with the patience lesson already?”
“You’ve done remarkably well so far, so yeah, the rest could be skipped if you want.”
Krennic half-turned to him, making his hands slip away from his shoulders. “Why the sudden change of plan?”
Partagaz leaned on the counter and grinned. “Your proximity makes it impossible to concentrate on something else anyway.”
Krennic grinned back, reached for the pad, silently showed him the grocery list with only two items filled, and threw it on the table again.
Partagaz straightened a little. “That is exactly what I’ve been talking about. Every step further complicates things.”
“I promise to give it a thought.” He paused and averted his eyes for a moment. “But as for now, all I can think of are three particular words from yesterday.”
Partagaz frowned, crossed his arms on his chest, and stepped back.
Krennic saw his discomfort but continued anyway, only this time his voice was lower. “I’d very much like to hear them again.”
“Damn it!” Partagaz threw out his hands before putting them back. “Why did you have to bring that up?”
“As I said: I want to hear it again. And probably not once.”
Partagaz loudly exhaled. “Okay, if that’s not clear enough for you—it was a moment of vulnerability and I didn’t like it a bit.”
“I did.”
“Orson, no. I don’t need more obligations in my life than I already have.”
“Never took you for a coward.”
“Oh, please!” This time his voice was sharp with barely controlled anger. “Save your dares for someone who can fall for it.”
Krennic snorted. “Fine, let’s pretend it didn’t happen. That’s very grown-up… What do you want then?”
Partagaz leaned his back to the fridge, seeking some physical support. “Sticking to the previous terms: occasional encounters with no obligations.”
Krennic measured him with his eyes before speaking. “Alright.” He mocked his own disappointment. “But I need that bottle from your fridge now. And I suggest you take a sip too. Morning or not…”
Partagaz frowned once more but reached for the bottle. He took whiskey out of the fridge and poured two glasses, handing one to Krennic. He silently raised it and went to the couch.
Partagaz didn’t follow the time, but his empty glass told him that it had been a while since their heated conversation. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed it. Stubble scratching his palms brought him back to reality.
Gods, that boy… He snorted at the pet name. “Boy” again… Perfect! If that’s not misery, then I don’t know what is…
He looked at his glass. If there was still whiskey, he’d drink it in one turn.
Partagaz dropped his palms on the counter, feeling the coldness of stone. Krennic heard the sound and turned his head back. Partagaz gave him a weary smile and got the same smile in return. With another deep inhale he lowered his eyes and started: “Orson, listen—”
“Lio, no need…” Krennic interrupted him and turned his head again to look away.
This time the silence was all but comfortable.
Suddenly Krennic spoke again. “If you are going to spend the whole day sitting, the couch is at least cosy.”
Partagaz didn’t move but raised his eyes at Krennic again. Krennic gave him a quick glance. “Well?”
Partagaz shook his head in disbelief but stood up. “Top you up?”
“No, I’m good.”
Krennic didn’t flinch a muscle as Partagaz sat down, leaving space between them. He was still gazing straight ahead. Partagaz watched him for a while. The proximity hit him again, cleansing all the burdens. Unaware to him, a smile grew in the corner of his lips.
Suddenly Krennic asked: “Tell me just one thing: would you really stand aside if I were about to fall?” But this time there was no playfulness in his voice.
The sincerity of the moment was unbearable. Partagaz couldn’t help but smirk more. “I’d do what I can.”
Krennic finally turned his head as if pinning his prey. “Knew it.”
Partagaz didn’t avert his gaze, with no less than adoration radiating from it.
Krennic caught it within a blink and mirrored the grin. “Hypocrisy is a sin, you know?”
Partagaz’s smile grew even bigger. “I don’t care.”
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“Come here already.” Krennic grabbed Partagaz’s shirt and pulled him closer.
Partagaz leaned in, slow and teasing, balancing on one knee. The pose felt a little awkward but granted him a lead. He paused just an inch away from that mischievous smile. The moment of stillness, charged with mutual desire, was delicious. But when Krennic's smile changed into lips wantonly parted, he couldn’t hold himself any longer and clashed their lips.
The touch was inflaming. Krennic, his fists still buried in the shirt’s fabric, dragged him even more demandingly to deepen the kiss, but instead Partagaz pulled away only to claim his mouth again, greedily tasting each lip.
It’s only when he broke the kiss to take a much-needed proper breath, their foreheads still attached, that he felt the grip on his shirt loosening. Krennic let him go and placed his hands on the couch’s back. Partagaz smiled at this invitation and lowered himself to bestow kisses to Krennic’s neck.
“You know, for a guy who looks like a monk, you kiss not that bad.”
“‘Not that bad’?”
Krennic leaned his head back, completely relaxing. “Don’t push it. I have an arrogance to maintain.”
Partagaz chuckled in his neck and went lower, undoing the robe, revealing the pale skin beneath. He nuzzled the chest, stubble scratching the skin slightly. Krennic exhaled hard.
“Well, I guess this feels ‘not that bad’ too.”
“More.”
“Eager, aren’t you?” Partagaz stroked the reddening skin with his palm and repeated the delicious scratch again that led to another moan. “You know, with that much love for some extra hair, you are pretty smooth yourself.” He grinned and looked up. “Is that overcompensation?”
Krennic didn’t open his eyes but said: “Shut up and go further. I bet you’ll find some hairy parts of me there.”
“What’s this, Ori? Can’t stand a joke? Haven’t got laid in a while?”
“Provoke me more and I’ll take the lead from here.”
“On the contrary.” Partagaz sat himself on the floor. “With me between your legs, I think I can provoke as much as I like.” As confirmation for his words, he brushed Krennic’s thigh with his cheek, abruptly stopping before touching the erection. Teasingly smiling, he looked up and found a piercing stare of blue eyes.
“In fact, I think I can even go as far as waiting for your sincere plea.”
Krennic caught his shirt again and pulled it, but this time Partagaz didn’t move. Instead, he started lazily caressing the coarse hair with the back of his finger.
“I can be very patient… Can you?”
Krennic watched him for a moment and then neared himself to murmur through heavy breathing: “I want your mouth on me.”
Still held by the shirt, Partagaz took Krennic’s cock in his hand, lightly rubbing the tip with his thumb. “There’s something missing still.”
Krennic’s arousal was almost painful now. He finally released the shirt and nearly roared: “Fucking ‘please’!”
Partagaz smiled satisfactorily. “Cooperation shouldn’t go unrewarded.”
Having the last word, he didn’t wait any longer and lowered his mouth. The sight alone nearly undid Krennic; he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting not to lose control instantly.
“Gods, Lio…”
When Partagaz added a hand, providing more pressure, Krennic’s hips twitched involuntarily, predicting the nearing climax, and it didn’t take long before raging breaths were interrupted with a loud groan.
With a smug smile, Partagaz settled on the floor. “Now, how was it… for a monk?”
“Mercy, Lio! If you want to engage in banter again, could you at least give me a small break?”
Partagaz made himself comfortable, leaning on the coffee table. “Take your time.”
Observing Krennic like this was a pleasure in itself. With eyes closed and chest rising uneasily, the man whose temper could be louder than a thunderstorm was silent and completely relaxed. Partagaz couldn’t help himself but roamed with his gaze, saving every detail in his memory. It wasn’t lust for a naked body but admiration. He smiled at the question that came to his head — I wonder, Orson, if you let yourself be so defenceless with others?
At last, his breathing became calm and Krennic asked: “Aren’t you coming to the couch?”
“Got a rare view from here.”
“I believe you’ve already seen me naked.”
“It’s not about being naked. Seeing you so calm.” He paused and grinned. “So vulnerable… That’s what I mean.”
Krennic gave him a puzzled glance, trying to comprehend where he’s leading. Partagaz reached for Krennic’s glass with a little whiskey still left and raised it. “Of course, knowing that I’m the reason adds another layer to it too.”
Teasing and the challenge within helped Krennic to fully compose himself. The pleased stillness on his face was gone, replaced with defiance and desire. He placed his foot on Partagaz’s crotch, careful but possessive, feeling the erection.
Partagaz tilted his head a bit. “Got your breath already?”
“Better.” Krennic slightly rubbed him with his foot. “I got an idea.”
“Oh?”
Krennic sat himself straighter. “Tell me, do you think of me when I’m not around?”
Partagaz seemed a little surprised with this question but answered without any hesitation. “Sometimes, but not so often as you would imagine.” He smiled. “I’m a busy man, after all.”
“Yeah-yeah… ‘Busy man’, ‘No free time’, yadda, yadda, yadda. I’ve heard it enough times already…” Krennic let out a little snort. “I’m impressed that you don’t deny it at all. But keep on with that honesty. So… Do you pleasure yourself, fantasising about me?”
“Are you expecting to be flattered?…” He put the glass back on the table. “I’m not a hormone-driven teenager, Orson, so no, I don’t seek physical release every time you appear in my mind.”
Krennic laughed and put his foot away. “‘Not every time’ — Stars, Lio! Keep the frequency to yourself if you want, but I got my answer — you do jerk off.”
“And the point being?…”
“Show me.” The request sounded strangely sincere.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Oh, I think you heard me alright. And if modesty is your concern—”
It was Partagaz’s turn to let out a laugh. “For god’s sake, Ori, I’ve just given you a full fellatio, who’s talking about modesty? I simply don’t get the idea. Usually, you are not the one who misses carnal pleasures.”
“Oh, I’ll have my pleasure, just not carnal this time. In fact, that’s you who’s given me the idea.” Krennic leaned in even more and cupped Partagaz’s face, caressing his cheek with a thumb. When he spoke again, his voice was low, every sentence charged. “I wanna see your restraints falling. One by one. Until there’s no more left. Just you.”
Partagaz averted his gaze for a bit before he spoke. “Me and vulnerability — we don’t get along very well and you know it.”
“I know, but I still want it.”
“More than usual sex? That bad?”
“That bad.”
“Pray tell me why.”
Krennic leaned back on the couch. “I got it. You won’t say it again. But can you at least show me?”
“Hasn’t my last performance showed you enough?”
“Lio, I’ve been sucked off before. A pair was even technically better—”
“Really charming, Orson!”
“I don’t care if you are not the best in the world at sucking dick!”
“You’ve brought it up yourself and now you are cross. What’s wrong w—”
“For fuck’s sake, let me finish! What I’m trying to say: it’s not about the performance!”
“I hope you understand what you are talking about…”
“Oh, I think we both understand. I just happen to be bolder to bring it on: I want more. ‘Occasional encounters’ aren’t enough, Lio. You can pretend whatever you want, but they never were, never will be.”
“Ori, you of all people?.. You can’t even name half your partners! And now you want what? A family?.. With me?.. Stars, how did we get here from masturbation, anyway?…”
“‘Family’… Cut the pathos now, will you? I want you. The real you behind all layers of self-control. I’ve got a glimpse. Now I want a full view.”
Partagaz felt as if every word pushed him to the edge of the abyss. “What about real you, hm?…”
Krennic threw up his hands. “Well, here I’m, the real me.”
“Pathetically craving for a deeper connection?…”
Krennic smiled, self-pity curdling it. “Forgot validation.”
This sudden self-flagellation was as pitiful as it was touching. Partagaz gave him a weary smile. “Hard to believe this is the same man who’d cut a thousand throats for a rung on the ladder.”
“Well, what do you expect from me, if even a walking spreadsheet can slip ‘dearest’?”
‘How can it be so difficult and yet so easy with you each time?’
Partagaz sighed. “Now that we talked that through, can we at least put that idea of yours behind?”
Krennic offered him his hand. Partagaz took it and started to pull himself up.
“Will you say it again?”
“Orson—”
Krennic let his hand slip away, making Partagaz land back on the floor with a thud. “Then no, we are not through.”
Partagaz looked at him. ‘Stubborn, unbearable son of a bitch!’ All he could do was chuckle. “You do realise that after that marvelous discussion I am not in the mood?”
“Let me take care of the mood, okay? I’ll talk you through it.” With a devilish smile, Krennic added: “I’d suggest ‘you can skip every time’ but I’m too damn sure you’ll like this.”
Partagaz stood reluctantly and settled on the couch. “Your self-confidence would be enough for the whole crew of a battle cruiser.”
“I’ll see if there is a way to transfer some. As for now, I want you to sit, relax, and close your eyes.”
Partagaz exhaled with slight annoyance and closed his eyes.
Krennic turned to him, lifting his leg on the couch. “Good. The rules are simple: I talk, you listen, and — I very much hope so — touch yourself. Understood?”
“Yes. No promises though.”
“Challenges don’t scare me, Lio, you know that. Only turn me on more.”
Partagaz smiled. “That was the plan.”
“What? Cooperative already?”
“More like persuasive. Maybe if I can get you hard enough, you’ll drop that nonsense.”
“I’ve already told you — I want it.” Krennic neared his face to Partagaz’s and murmured: “And you know — if I want something, I get it.”
Partagaz tried to catch his lips but was denied.
“Patience, Lio.” Krennic chuckled and sat back.
Silence lingered. Partagaz knew he was being observed, and sitting there with his eyes closed felt annoying.
“Aren’t dirty talkings supposed to have some, you know… talking?…”
Krennic waited another moment, savouring that uneasiness in his partner. And then he started with a smooth voice, making pauses to assure that his vision landed properly.
“Early morning. We are in bed… You are still asleep but I… I’m already awake and eager. Because, well, how can I not be with you around?.. I’m watching you for a while… It’s such a strange impression: you are calm and peaceful, and yet I know what deadly instincts are buried beneath that calmness. You are like… a resting apex predator.” Krennic lowered his voice. “My predator.”
A grin appeared on Partagaz’s face. “Your narrative skills are impressive, I give you that.”
Krennic didn’t pay attention to the remark and continued.
“The sight alone is not enough anymore… I get under the sheets and lower myself between your thighs… You are completely naked of course, because there’s no way we end in the same bed without sex. But it was hours ago and my appetite is fully back… I press my face to you and inhale deeply… Boy, that musk scent turns me on even harder... I nuzzle my face in your groin.”
Partagaz felt the first rush of blood in his abdomen and laughed to himself. ‘Such an irony that one can’t control its own body…’ Krennic caught the tiniest movement, grinned, and continued.
“Your cock is still soft. Not a gorgeous bulge that fucked me senseless last night… Still, I give it a kiss… But of course, one kiss is not enough and I take it in my mouth, playing with it—”
Partagaz held his breath for a bit and tried to mask it with one long quiet exhale, trying to regain control.
“Lio, let it go,” came a quick remark.
Then Krennic continued: “It doesn’t take long before you start getting harder… And a quiet ‘Ori’ from your lips shortly follows… From the sound of it, I know you’re smiling… I lean away and push the sheets down to see you, but even more to let you see me… I stare you right in the eyes as I take a long lick from the base of your cock to the very tip… I do it again. So teasingly slow that—”
“Damn you, Orson…” Partagaz opened his eyes and was watching Krennic with a mix of annoyance and lust.
“Your struggle is fun to watch too, but I find the next part even more exciting, so…” Krennic shamelessly looked at Partagaz’s erection as if continuing his thought. Partagaz almost rolled his eyes at this gesture but lowered his waistband.
“You know how they say: ‘Beware what you wish,’ hm?” Saying it, he stretched one hand, palm up, to Krennic’s mouth, taking him by surprise with unexpected boldness.
This sudden compliance turned Krennic even more on; he was now barely holding back his own need. He grinned predatorily and made a deliberate pause before slowly spitting into the palm. Satisfied with the effect he made on Krennic, Partagaz closed his eyes again and started slowly stroking himself. The whole scene left Krennic breathless, fighting the desire to touch.
“Well?”
“Sorry, Lio, got lost in the sight for a moment…” Krennic exhaled quickly to regain his tone and went on. “I continue to suck you as your hands finally find me, giving me caresses… This and the small moans you make are driving me insane… I’m taking you even further, burying my face in your hair…”
Krennic licked his lips and was thinking about his next words when he noticed that Partagaz’s tempo quickened even without them. It seemed that the fantasy was now living on its own. And the control was melting with every uneasy exhale. The sight of it was better than he could have imagined.
“Fuck, you are exquisite like this! At last — all want and need with no restraints… You have no idea what it costs me not to ravish you right now. But I want to see you first… Think of it — that’s not your hand, that’s my mouth over you, sucking you off like my life depends on it... You tell me what you want and I oblige immediately, my hands are everywhere caressing you.” Krennic moved closer, his chest lifting heavily. “I see that you are close but I beg you to hold it to make it even better… Look at me!” he demanded, and Partagaz met his gaze. “Lio, every time I think it’s impossible to want you more, you push it even further…”
Krennic reached to cup his cheek, but caught his hand at the last moment with a visible struggle. Frustrated, he smashed his fist into the couch.
“I want every inch of you and more… I wanna be in your head… drive you mad… so that you ask for more.” His words were nothing less than a growl. “I wanna hear you scream, I wanna feel you fucking me breathless. I want you! Now, come for me!”
Partagaz couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, closed his eyes, and came with a loud snarl.
Krennic watched him almost reverently, savouring every moment of this exposure. He came to his senses only when he saw Partagaz tugging himself in again. Krennic reached for his hand and pulled it to his lips, licking a small stain from the knuckles in a slow, deliberate kiss.
“Well, is your curiosity satisfied now?” Partagaz’s breathing was not yet steady but the calm irony in his voice was back.
“Only curiosity.”
“That one is on you. I’ve offered you a simpler way.”
“One”—Krennic stretched on the couch and put his head in Partagaz’s lap—“it was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so I wouldn’t trade it for a simple fuck. Two: we still have plenty of time for a simple fuck.”
Partagaz grinned but started stroking Krennic’s head. “With a schedule like this, we are gonna die from exhaustion or starvation. Probably both.”
“Maybe. But satisfied.”
“Really? You—satisfied? Where have all the ambitions suddenly gone?”
“Well, like you said: it’s difficult to concentrate on something else with you around. But don’t you worry—the second your door closes behind me, my ambitions will be back.”
Partagaz laughed. “With such a power upon you, I expect to be included in the honorary speech when you’re made admiral. Something like: ‘I wouldn’t be standing here if he hadn’t pushed me out of his bed.’”
“Bastard!” Krennic grabbed Partagaz’s shirt again, pulling him down. “You wanna be worshiped? I could revere you in a much more pleasurable way...”
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