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"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
"That's not comforting."
Echo is beyond confused. Thirty minutes ago, Fives collected his winnings from one of the many casinos on Coruscant—Echo can't recall the name of the place—just that it was too loud, too crowded, too gaudy, and stinking of deathstick smoke. He didn't play any of the games—he didn't want to spend the few credits he had on the very high probability of losing it all—but was fine to follow his boyfriend around as he gambled on the slot machines. And ever since Fives won and collected his payout, he has had a devious look that is unnerving. And ever since he won, Fives has been pulling Echo along—holding his wrist with a tight grip as if he let his fingers slip for a second they'd be separated. As they dart through the brightly lit streets, Echo apologizes to mothers carrying children on their hips and a few individuals who yell well-deserved curses their way when their cafs spill onto the paved walkways, while Fives ignores them all and shoves them out of the way. They jog down three sets of stairs to a train platform—just two men in a crowd of what Echo guesses is over a hundred people, most in very expensive-looking suits. He barely has a chance to catch his breath before a train pulls up to the platform, and Fives guns it for open doors, pushing past others who have been waiting for Maker knows how long, and they board, and it's only then that Fives finally stops. Every seat in the car is occupied, so they're made to stand—gripping the metal bar above for stability as the hover train jolts and rockets from the station onto the next.
"Now will you tell me where we're going?" Echo asks above the noise of the other passengers, doing his best to tune it all out and concentrate on his boyfriend.
Fives smiles smugly, one corner of his mouth ticking upwards. "Nope."
"Seriously?"
"It's a surprise."
Echo glares at him. "You know I don't like surprises."
Fives leans forward—the distance between them isn't great because of how crowded the train car is—and whispers hotly into Echo's ear: "You'll just have to deal with the suspense." He nips at his earlobe and lightly tugs.
"Fives." He pushes him back slightly, which only causes his boyfriend to chuckle. Echo looks around—no one is paying any attention to them. Although clones can show romantic affection in public, it is frowned upon. Truthfully, Echo isn't sure how or why that faux pas began, but he wants to follow the example. And although they are wearing civilian clothing during their shore leave, the lack of armor can never hide their identical appearance as clones of Jango Fett. And, if Echo is honest with himself, he wants to embrace it. This thing between him and Fives—it's theirs—it still feels new, and it's special, and Echo doesn't want anyone besides his other brothers to see. Luckily, Fives keeps his hands—and mouth—to himself for the rest of the ride. Four stops pass before Fives informs him that the next one is theirs. Echo opens his mouth to ask where they are going again, but before he can, the train slows and the doors on either side of the car open—and Fives takes his hand and leads the way out.
This time he doesn't complain as Fives grabs his wrist and pulls him along to wherever he has in mind. They pass by restaurants, arcades, and tourist shops, never once taking a break from whatever they are pursuing.
"Fucking finally! Here" is all the warning Echo gets before they're in a building—cool recycled air rushing into his face. He looks up to see an AC unit aiming at the entrance.
He knows Fives lets go of him, but Echo barely registers it as he registers their surroundings. First off, it's a hotel lobby. The name Fire Emerald Motel and Suites is written in Basic across the reception desk. Echo thinks that the lobby is very plain—drab—with hardly any decor that one would expect. He's never actually been in a motel, but from what he's seen in holo dramas, it's not like this.
"I want to book a room for one night."
Echo's attention switches to his boyfriend—standing tall in front of the desk, tapping his foot impatiently. Behind the desk is a pink and red plated protocol droid that looks worse for wear.
"Yes, sir," it replied. "Would you like to upgrade to a suite? They include additional amenities such as a jacuzzi bath, washer, dryer, and complimentary access to explicit channels on the holonet. Is that something that would interest you, sir?"
"Yeah! That sounds great."
Echo's brow furrows. Explicit channels? Explicit like porn? What the…?
Fives hands over all of the credits he won from the casino to the droid before being prompted, and in exchange the droid drops two key cards into his outstretched hand and informs them of their room number and checkout instructions. At this point Echo doesn't protest when Fives drags him down a corridor. Echo notices that there are no decorations in the hallway either but does notice three people—two Togrutans and one Bothan—smiling, clothes rumpled, and reeking of sex.
Gears begin to turn in his mind.
Once they're in their suite, everything clicks when he examines what is on the nightstand—a basket with various items neatly displayed—lube, condoms, dental dams, wipes, toy cleaner spray, a password to access the explicit channels… His eyes practically bug out of his head.
"Is this a love motel?"
"What was your first clue?" Fives shoves him against the wall and attacks his neck—teeth scraping down his throat—leaving deep bite marks that Echo is absolutely certain will be purple bruises impossible to hide.
"How did you even know about this place?" Echo asks. "You sought this place out specifically. I'm sure we must have passed by other love motels on the way here."
Fives briefly pauses his handiwork on Echo's neck and shrugs. "Wolffe told me about it. He comes here sometimes."
"What? With who—?"
"Doesn't matter. Not our business." Fives cups his cheek, calloused thumb running over Echo's soft lips. His eyes are hooded—full of heat and lust. "I've been thinking about this for a long time. I want to fuck you properly. In a real bed. In our own time."
It feels like his mind explodes with this new information—this new idea—this new fact. The two of them have only had quick fucks in the showers or in one of their racks while their bunkmates were gone—hurried and fierce handjobs or blowjobs after surviving a battle. An actual bed. Taking their time… Damn, Fives had really thought about this.
A full-body shiver goes through him—heat flooding his cunt. His boyfriend presses up against him—rubbing his clothed bulge against Echo's strong thigh—eliciting moans from both of them. Echo raises his leg to meet the erection, needing the friction, desperate for it. "Fuck, Fives…"
"Mmhmm. That's me. I'll have you singing my name soon enough." His boyfriend slips his fingers under the waistband of his dark leggings, cupping Echo's embarrassingly aching and wet pussy. One finger easily slips inside—then a second. "Already so wet for me." Fives leaves featherlight kisses over the marks he's left on his neck. "You're always eager for my cock—aren't you?"
Groaning, Echo angles his hips to meet Fives' welcoming fingers. Fives teases him, rapidly thrusting in and out of his cunt, and just when Echo feels like he's about to lose control, Fives abruptly stops, laughing as Echo pleads for him to start again.
"You want to cum, hm?" Fives sounds wrecked, his voice low and raw. Echo knows he's holding back, and Maker wishes he wouldn't. He loves it when Fives loses his composure—his control—and takes what he needs—what he wants.
He's thankful when Fives takes pity and lets him cum—curling his fingers to hit the right spot to make him see stars. Echo tilts his head up to the ceiling, letting his mouth fall and tiny gasps escape as he climaxes, his pussy spasming around Fives' fingers. He doesn't protest as his boyfriend pulls down his leggings and nudges him to step out of them. He takes off Echo's boots and socks, taking care to put them to the side and not carelessly toss them, and finally removes his shirt, leaving him bare, exposed, and on display.
"You're so damn sexy." Fives' amber eyes rake over his body, mouth curling into a smirk. "Hey, Echo, I want to try something."
"Okay," Echo says slowly, dragging out the "o" a little longer than necessary. "What is it?" By now he's come down from the high of his orgasm and is thinking more clearly.
Fives' face—full of pride and mischief. His brother grasps his hand and leads him to the plush bed. Echo watches as Fives lays down on the bed—on his back—still fully clothed in blue leggings and a tight-fitting white shirt.
"Sit on my face."
"Wha—What?"
"I want to eat you out with you kneeling above me." For the first time tonight, Fives blushes, looking a little sheepish. "I love tasting your cunt, and with you sitting on my face, I won't be able to go anywhere—you'll be more in control."
"O-okay. How do we do this?"
It takes a few tries to figure out what is comfortable for both of them, but fuck, it's incredible. Fives has performed oral sex on him before, a lot, but this is different. Fives is right about Echo being in control—it's empowering that for a change Fives is at his mercy. Echo can't help but bounce a little on the bed—driving his boyfriend's tongue deeper and rocking his hips. He's so fucking turned on. Fives had such a brilliant idea to do this. Echo is becoming addicted to this position and wants more. The sounds from Fives drive him wild—the obscene wet slurping—the smacking of his lips—his groans as he licks and sucks on Echo's cunt—clearly enjoying all of this.
Fives's large hand splays across Echo's pectoral muscle—a stable link between them. He covers his boyfriend's hand and intertwines their fingers. It's intimate. Except Fives is cheeky and pinches his sensitive nipple, ruining a perfectly wonderful moment. In retaliation, Echo lifts his hips, denying what Fives wants.
"Damnit, Echo," he growls. "C'mon, give it to me."
"Gladly."
The moment Echo looks down at Fives—eyes glazed and drunk on eating him out—he grinds down on his lover's tongue—cumming for the second time that night—shuddering—loud—because he can be loud, can't he? For the first time he doesn't have to restrain his pleasure.
Delicately, a bit weak-kneed, he gets off Fives and flops onto his back. A moan escapes from his throat at the sight of Fives's goateed chin and lips—coated in a sheen of Echo's release.
"You're overdressed," he comments, voice raspy from his cries. He licks his lips at the marvelous sight of the damp spot on Fives' leggings caused by a copious amount of precum. Quickly, his brother remedies this—and when Fives pulls down his leggings and his cock is revealed—achingly hard—the angry reddened head coated with precum.
Echo feels boneless from his intense orgasm but is hungry for more. He limply opens his thighs—swollen pussy on display. "Please…" Echo's cheeks heat up at just how pathetically desperate he sounds—heavy breathing from exhaustion, voice hoarse. "Fuck me. Please."
Fives shifts on the bed, gently lifting Echo's legs to rest over one of his broad shoulders. His eyes never leave his as he guides his cock inside of Echo's waiting cunt. It doesn't take long for Fives to lose any rhythm and chase his orgasm. His lover leans over him—chest-to-chest. "I love you." Fives kisses up the column of his throat and nips at his jaw. "I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too."
Their lips crash together—Echo can taste himself on his brother's tongue. Fives thrusts abruptly cease; a moment later his boyfriend stills, cumming deep inside. Fives thumb finds his clit, but Echo pushes his hand away.
"I'm fine," Echo laughs weakly. "Too much."
They hold each other for a long time, and Fives dozes off briefly, but Echo shakes him awake because he wants to get cleaned up. There's supposed to be a bathtub in this suite, and they should definitely use it at least once before tomorrow morning.