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Echo was staring. His eyes glued to the gluteus maximus right in front of him.
It was hypnotic to say the least.
The roundness of the fleshy globes so perfect, so well formed, the muscularity incorporated moving in harmony, bouncing ever so slightly during the movement of the whole. The coordination of the overall construct when the well built thighs moved during each step taken.
Yes, Echo was in heaven, and in love.
Hunter was the one walking right in front of Echo.
Hunter’s strut having once again managed to drive Echo to some very interesting thoughts. Those daydreams of sorts, even if they were just back from a mission. Having been a supply run for Rex. The Marauder stacked to the hilt. But, considering they were about to go off the clock soon enough, Echo let his fantasy run wild.
As just maybe, the two of them could go off in other ways too…
After all, having been cooped up in the snug ship for several rotations without being able to touch the marvel which was Hunter, Echo having his needs after all like any living trooper. And so, hoping this fancy flight was a prelude to the something more… special and intimate later on.
Wrecker having noticed the Arc staring at something, followed his gaze leading right into…
“Hey, Echs, snap outta it!”
Wrecker let out a hefty chuckle to follow his statement, seeing the Arc completely gone by now, lost in Hunter’s shebs.
“Wot? I wasn’t staring, simply admiring!”
“Oh come on Echo, you have some… drool dripping… right there.” Wrecker poked Echo in his chin. Not that there was anything really there?
“No I don’t.”
“Well ya might as well have. The way your drooling over Hunter’s shebs over there.” Wrecker was pointing at the two fleshy globes bouncing in front of them where Hunter strutted.
“I am simply admiring the prefect gait of Hunter’s is all. Just appreciatin’ them Force given assets.”
“Oh come one Echo, we all know what happens when the lights go off in your bunk room!”
Yeah, it wasn’t a secret. Then again, Wrecker had his own plans for the night for meeting up with Gregor and Fireball on the deck. The two of them waving eagerly at the Powerhouse as they moved closer to their home.
“Hey Wreck, come taste the stew later on, will ya!” Gregor already eager enough to get his other partner back.
“Will do, right after the debriefing!”
For anyone else, that might have sounded like an euphemism, but for Wrecker and the other two, food was often involved as well. With the two cooks in the relationship taking care of Wrecker in all the possible ways.
“Well, if you really must know, Hunter and I have indeed planned on spending the evening in our quarters”
Echo’s eyes quickly finding Hunter’s derrière again, the Sergeant having stopped to chat with a few resident clones on the street.
“Is okay Echo, you don’t have to keep it a secret. You love Hunter and his… very round ass.”
“I’m not keeping any secrets…” Echo glanced at Wrecker then, reluctantly tearing his eyes off of the well rounded globes still very much in his view. “It’s just… well, Hunter is rather perfect isn’t he.”
“Yeah, well, Gregor and FB tell me I am perfect… so who knows which of us really are the most perfect.”
It was a conversation which would never end if Echo started it now. But Wrecker wasn’t wrong. They were all unique and gorgeous and perfect, each in their own unique way.
Hunter having told Echo the same thing plenty enough times, even if Echo sometimes had a few doubts about his, more droid parts. Not that Echo really thought about it too much, but yeah sometimes.
“We should get to the meeting, Rex has already arrived and is waiting for us.” Echo urged Wrecker then.
As it was, the Captain too liked to spend time on the island when he could. All the while his eyes found the most perfect view once again. Yeah, Echo simply could not get enough of his boyfriend’s rounded muscular…
“Hey Echo, Wrecks, wait up!”
Tech, Crosshair and Mayday arrived just then, their smaller, but new and improved shuttle having landed from their own little trip of a run.
“Hey you three. How was the trip?” Wrecker shouted to them as the trio caught up with Echo and Wrecker.
“Well, we got a plethora of intel which needs sorting….” Tech started seeing the expression of Echo’s change into something… sadder.
True, Echo had promised to help Tech to deal with all the data the trio had gone after from an ancient base they had found some time ago. But not right now.
“But I am sure it can wait.” Tech added, seeing the relief on Echo’s face as he said it.
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes, that would be sufficient enough.”
“So, good mish?”
Crosshair and Mayday were glued at the hip as per their usual never able to keep their hands off of each other as soon as there was no op or mission to tend to.
“Yup, we got plenty of supplies.”
“Sounds like we are two for two.” Mayday laughed.
Just then Hunter made his way back to the five chatting casually.
“I see we’re all back, safe and sound.”
“Sure are.”
“Well, we better get to Rex to get the briefing over.” Hunter told them all, before glancing over to Echo. A smile emerging. “I know we all want to get off the clock as soon as possible.”
There were no objections whatsoever from any one present there.
They all started towards the office, Hunter taking the rear.
Echo felt it soon enough, the gaze on his own shebs for a change.
Two could play at that game for sure!
Echo dared to take a peek, seeing a wide grin on Hunter’s face where his eyes were on Echo’s assets.
“Hunt, up here!”
“Wot? I was just, admiring your… strut.”
Echo rolled his eyes. Well, how could he blame Hunter for doing the exact same thing he had been caught doing just moments ago.
Echo stopped in his steps, Hunter almost colliding in him, but smirking just the same, placing a quick peck on Echo’s neck.
“So, our room after the briefing?” Hunter spoke in a low register.
“Yeah, sounds good.” Echo sounded hitched though, his own mind having been in the gutter for a while already.
“Good. Then you can touch my butt all you want.”
Hunter was looking forward to it, something Echo liked to do and something Hunter totally enjoyed.
Echo’s eyes grew wider, a slight flush emerging.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, love. I know how much you enjoy my well rounded buttocks. Almost as much as I love yours…” Hunter gave Echo’s butt a small slap.
“Oh? Well, I love yours more!”
“Na-ah!”
“Ya-ah!”
They did their small prance of a dance, slapping each other playfully on their respective derrières as they caught up with the others.
“What’s up with those two?” Mayday still new, just had to ask.
“They have a thing, for shebs. Each others shebs.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, who can blame them!” Mayday then slapped Crosshair’s somewhat more flat one, but Mayday loved it just the same.
“Hey!”
“Wot?”
“Nuttin. Do it again!”