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10.24.2012 , 01:00 PM |
Rochester and Broan
Broan sat, watching the cubicle expectantly. Rochester had disappeared into it some ten minutes prior and nothing had been heard since, except a faint fizzing sound. At last, his curiosity got the better of him and he called out.
"What are you doing in there?"
"I'm just finishing."
Broan sighed and rested his elbows on his knees. His robes had been stifling and now lay in a heap at his feet. They were preparing for a short trip to the surface of an Imperial colony. It was supposedly quite a hot planet, with a lot of sunshine. Broan considered it to potentially be a nice change from the usual dreary weather of Dromund Kaas and had insisted that Rochester join him, so that they could enjoy the sun together.
"All done." The door to the cubicle opened with a musical chime. Rochester stepped out, looking the same as ever, albeit with a slight glisten.
"You spent a quarter of an hour, alone, in a cubicle - naked, I might add - to do...?" Broan stood and spread his hands, trying to understand what had just happened.
"Sunscreen." Rochester stated a slight smirk on his face, but keeping his voice level. That flirtatious mixture of emotion and control was something that always stirred Broan and, as Rochester turned to gather his uniform, he grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into an embrace.
"Oh, I don't think you're quite ready to be getting dressed. I need to check the application of this 'sunscreen'." Broan kissed his lover's shoulder before running his tongue along the collarbone. It took only a second for his attraction to be replaced with mild horror and disgust.
"I knew you'd do that," Crossing his arms, Rochester tried to hold back a giggle as he watched a 'dark and dangerous' Sith Lord attempt to remove the foul tasting liquid from his tongue. "Doesn't taste very good, does it?"
"Why would put something like that on yourself?" Broan put the glass back in the cupboard and gagged again, his whole body rocking from the movement. "I think I need to lie down." He steadied himself against Rochester, allowing himself to be led to the bed.
"Are you alright?"
"No." Broan put a hand to his stomach, looking and feeling decidedly miserable.
"I suppose we'll have to get those secret Jedi artefacts a little later, when you're feeling better," He laid a hand against Broan's forehead and frowned. "You're fine. You're just over-reacting." Broan pouted and rolled over, curling into a ball.
"Maybe. Why do you have to put that stuff on anyway? It's like a poison." Rochester crawled onto the bed and put an arm around Broan.
"It protects me from the sun, so I don't get burnt or get a cancer." Broan rolled and returned the embrace, nuzzling under the other man's chin.
"Is that what the sun does to you? Burn you up?"
"Yes, if I'm not careful." He rubbed Broan's back, causing small, circular ripples in the fabric of his robes.
"Do you like being so pale?"
"I suppose I do," Rochester smiled and kissed Broan lightly. The acrid taste of the sunscreen was barely present on his lips. "A lifetime of thunderstorms and space travel does help to keep me this way, though." They stayed silent for a while, Broan idly playing with the cybernetics of Rochester's spine.
"So... if you get a lot of sun, will you go darker?"
"I'd go red and start to peel; it's very painful." Broan made a disagreeable noise and pulled Rochester closer to him, if that were possible.
"I'd go paler... if I got a lot of sun. At least, that's what my mom told me when I was younger," He shifted so that he could look into those grey eyes while he spoke. "Mom said it was something to do with getting vitamins from the sun and that because there wasn't a lot of sun where we lived, our skin became darker so that we could make more of the vitamins. At one point she said it worked like plants, which is kind of a silly thing to tell a kid who's never seen a plant before..."
Rochester frowned slightly and then poked Broan in the cheek.
"So, are you a plant then?"
"No, I'm not a plant."
"Can I call my 'flower'?"
"Stop tickling me!"
Because naturally been green means you photosynthesise your vitamin D.
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