Waxer and Boil have always gone together. Neither can explain it--it's how they started, and for some reason they've always continued that way. Screwing the General just isn't the same without the other.
The first time they knocked on his door, the General had raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Both of you? Might be a squeeze." Waxer had given Boil a nervous look, as if it hadn't been his idea to go together. Whiskey had been involved in that conversation, but they were both perfectly sober at the moment. He wasn't quite sure where they had found the will to try this without liquid courage. But as he opened his mouth to apologize, the General stepped back and waved them into the room. "Did you have anything in mind?"
Embarrassed, Boil had ducked his head. "No, sir. We--we just thought, uh--"
"We've been together since we were cadets, so--"
The General held up a hand to silence them. "Alright." He frowned, not angry but thoughtful. "Pull the mattress onto the ground and get undressed, gentlemen, I've got an idea."
Twenty minutes later, the General was sucking off Boil like a champion while he reverse-straddled Waxer on the mattress. The sight blew Boil's mind--their general, elegance and composure made manifest, stretched out between them. The sweat beading on his body, the pretty flush spreading down from his neck, the filthy slip-slide up and down on Waxer's cock. Force, and that mouth--so wet and warm, the tongue wrapping around his shaft--and the General's fingers working the base, caressing his balls. Boil had buried his hands in the General's hair, somehow still perfect, and mussed it until it was falling over the other man's eyes. He tried to warn the General when he came, but the General wrapped his hands around Boil's thighs and swallowed it down.
As soon as he pulled away the General had looked down over his shoulder at Waxer, writhing beneath him. Boil watched the two of them, panting from his orgasm. "Waxer--Waxer, can you hold General Kenobi up?"
For a moment there was no response, though the General looked up at him through his hair. Then Waxer shoved himself up into a sitting position and pulled the General's arms back. "Is this alright, sir?"
"Just--mm--just fine, Waxer," the General had responded. His head lolled back onto Waxer's shoulder. "You'd best put more work into it now, though." Waxer moaned, nuzzled at that perfect collar.
Boil laid down on his stomach and took the General's cock into his mouth. He had never gone down before, but like fuck he was going to leave the General untouched. The man cursed and jerked when Boil began to suck, then curled his fingers in Boil's hair, urging him onward. He felt it when Waxer came a few minutes later, the General's dick jerking in his mouth. Boil looked up. The angle was terrible, but he could tell that Waxer had wrapped his arms around the General's chest, one hand playing with a nipple. He pulled the General's head to the side and began biting a trail of hickeys across his shoulder.
"Cocksucking son of a--" The General broke off, let out a high whine. "Boil, I'm going to--" Boil bobbed his head and waited for the spurt, salty across his tongue.
After that, they had known that they would always have to go together. It might be nice to have sex alone, but General Kenobi is just too sweet when he takes the two of them. And he likes it, too. "You're the only two who are always interested in a threeway," he says one night, snuggled in their arms. "It's lovely, really."
So after Umbara, Boil never goes back. He thinks about it once or twice, but he knows it just won't be the same. He can accept his brother's death, like he's accepted so many other deaths, but those nights with the General are too tightly tied to Waxer.
Your Comfort Through These Times (3/?)
The first time they knocked on his door, the General had raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Both of you? Might be a squeeze." Waxer had given Boil a nervous look, as if it hadn't been his idea to go together. Whiskey had been involved in that conversation, but they were both perfectly sober at the moment. He wasn't quite sure where they had found the will to try this without liquid courage. But as he opened his mouth to apologize, the General stepped back and waved them into the room. "Did you have anything in mind?"
Embarrassed, Boil had ducked his head. "No, sir. We--we just thought, uh--"
"We've been together since we were cadets, so--"
The General held up a hand to silence them. "Alright." He frowned, not angry but thoughtful. "Pull the mattress onto the ground and get undressed, gentlemen, I've got an idea."
Twenty minutes later, the General was sucking off Boil like a champion while he reverse-straddled Waxer on the mattress. The sight blew Boil's mind--their general, elegance and composure made manifest, stretched out between them. The sweat beading on his body, the pretty flush spreading down from his neck, the filthy slip-slide up and down on Waxer's cock. Force, and that mouth--so wet and warm, the tongue wrapping around his shaft--and the General's fingers working the base, caressing his balls. Boil had buried his hands in the General's hair, somehow still perfect, and mussed it until it was falling over the other man's eyes. He tried to warn the General when he came, but the General wrapped his hands around Boil's thighs and swallowed it down.
As soon as he pulled away the General had looked down over his shoulder at Waxer, writhing beneath him. Boil watched the two of them, panting from his orgasm. "Waxer--Waxer, can you hold General Kenobi up?"
For a moment there was no response, though the General looked up at him through his hair. Then Waxer shoved himself up into a sitting position and pulled the General's arms back. "Is this alright, sir?"
"Just--mm--just fine, Waxer," the General had responded. His head lolled back onto Waxer's shoulder. "You'd best put more work into it now, though." Waxer moaned, nuzzled at that perfect collar.
Boil laid down on his stomach and took the General's cock into his mouth. He had never gone down before, but like fuck he was going to leave the General untouched. The man cursed and jerked when Boil began to suck, then curled his fingers in Boil's hair, urging him onward. He felt it when Waxer came a few minutes later, the General's dick jerking in his mouth. Boil looked up. The angle was terrible, but he could tell that Waxer had wrapped his arms around the General's chest, one hand playing with a nipple. He pulled the General's head to the side and began biting a trail of hickeys across his shoulder.
"Cocksucking son of a--" The General broke off, let out a high whine. "Boil, I'm going to--" Boil bobbed his head and waited for the spurt, salty across his tongue.
After that, they had known that they would always have to go together. It might be nice to have sex alone, but General Kenobi is just too sweet when he takes the two of them. And he likes it, too. "You're the only two who are always interested in a threeway," he says one night, snuggled in their arms. "It's lovely, really."
So after Umbara, Boil never goes back. He thinks about it once or twice, but he knows it just won't be the same. He can accept his brother's death, like he's accepted so many other deaths, but those nights with the General are too tightly tied to Waxer.