Untitled Kalluzeb fic - Explicit

I've been working on a new fic! A retired Kallus and Zeb (pre-relationship) on Lira San, and all their little shenanigans. Okay, maybe not so little, as Zeb has a sexual awakening -after years and years of suppressing it. Enjoy the first chapter sneak peak! No Beta (yet) and still needs tweaking, but this is the general vibe. Fluff and smut with a nice portion of pining and angst. 

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Chapter 1 - By the Ashla They Were Roommates

Zeb was fucked. And not in the way he wanted to be. That in itself was a small epiphany for the retired rebel lasat.

He was almost proud of the fact he had willfully not thought about sex for years now, ever since he fled Lasan and pushed aside almost all cultural thoughts in favor of survival. When survival was joined with full on fighting in the Rebellion, things didn't get easier, just different. Even with the multitude of beings they dealt with and even had downtime with, he still did not dwell on the options and time that would allow for him to relieve stress in one of the most basic and carnal of ways.

Sure, there were times his body had a 'build up' that had to be released. What physical exertion and other rigorous workouts didn't alleviate, he took care of discretely and quickly in the 'fresher or alone in his bunk. After he had spilled messily into his palm and held on as tight as he could onto his knot until it eventually relaxed, he would tell himself: see? You don't need anyone else to help with this. You can do it on your own just fine. It's fine.

He had convinced himself so much of this, even if the tight grip around his knot felt incomplete and left him half fulfilled, that he was sure he would never need to share a bed with anyone again. It was just something he didn't need, something he could push out of his mind, something he didn't crave or want anymore. Something he couldn't want anymore.

This had not even changed when he had discovered Lira San and knew definitively that he wasn't so alone in the galaxy. He chalked it up as still being an outsider, merely a guide for other wayward lasats from Lasan. He had a cause, he had a surrogate family, he had a war to fight in. He always had hope that he wouldn't die in that war too, but nothing was ever certain, so planning a future was something to worry about later, after survival.

Zeb hadn't been aware of any change to his stance with sex, even after the war and he had retired with his best friend to Lira San. He hadn't even been aware of any difference until the first time he got that telltale urge to touch himself since arriving on the lasat homeworld, a solid three months after settling in.

For the first time in a long, long while, Zeb conjured up a fantasy, and not something blank and strangely impersonal as he began to touch himself.

Before Lira San, he can't recall fantasizing about anything in particular other than abstract things and hazy memories. But now? Well. Zeb thought of all sorts of things now: sexy, strange, golden things that lit up his insides brilliantly, slowing his usually frantic chase towards orgasm, making him stop to indulge in it.

He took himself in hand and the sudden thought that maybe it would be nice to stick his cock in something hot and slick and tight overtook his mind. The thought of letting his knot flare and tie him to another warm body was so tantalizing; of a partner willing and able to take all of him, and enthusiastically too. Would they beg for it? Maybe. Maybe they would suck him deep into their tight, smug mouth, too. Maybe they would bounce on his cock with their long, muscular legs. Maybe they would just kiss him, their facial hair rubbing warm against his own as they explored his ears and neck. Maybe they would bite him.

Zeb let out a guttural growl deep in his chest and he felt it rumbling up his throat as he laid in his bed, hand tight and squeezing at his cock, the head of it bobbing through his fist as his other hand fingered at his sensitive sheath, the slickness gathered there saturating his claws and fur.

His knuckles brushed against his deflated knot and he let out an involuntary gasp. He ran the backs of his fingers against it, the nerve endings there firing off just as hot and good as the tip of his cock. Zeb could easily imagine a pair of hands, of long and skillful fingers wrapped around it as he spills himself into someone’s willing mouth. He can just imagine how their fringe would brush against his lower belly, how Zeb would sweep it back for them, and watch it fall once more in a cascade of dripping honey.

Zeb's back bows from the bed and he comes, hard and messy onto his abdomen and chest, both hands gripping fitfully at his expanding knot in some scrambled bid to enhance the fantasy, imagining someone else holding him there while they swallow down his spend.

He's still leaking, his knot easing back from its maximum girth, when his ears stop ringing enough for him to realize he's mewling and panting quite harshly in the still quiet of his room, the late morning sun making everything glow a warm yellow monochrome.

The haze of the nebula the Lira San system is nestled in gives the planets and moons a sepia tint to its clouds and atmospheres at times. This is especially true during an overcast day, with the remnants of a late winter storm rolling through. It reminds Zeb of a dust season on Lasan.

Nostalgia alone must be the reason he's having these thoughts. That was why. It had to be.

Zeb looked down at himself, after he was completely limp, and growled an unhappy sigh. He was a mess. There was slick and ejaculate streaked all across his front and on both of his hands. His dick was heavy and flaccid, still hanging out of his sheath, only partially retreated back to the warmth of his own body. It hung there, a sinful reminder, the flesh cooling from the air and making it very uncomfortable for him as he sat up in bed and grabbed his discarded sleeping tunic and slipped it on, trying to afford himself some semblance of decorum for his mad dash to the ‘fresher.

It was even more uncomfortable and embarrassing as he exited his room and walked a bit bow-legged down the hall. Then the ‘fresher door opened, and Alexsandr Kallus almost collided with him.

The human wasn’t dressed yet, a towel slung around his waist, his freckled skin still dewey from the shower he had been taking. There was a rosy tint across his cheeks and down his chest, and Zeb pointedly did not follow the damp, golden hair that seemed to drip abundantly from his broad chest down to his navel and beyond.

“Zeb!” Kallus said breathily, and for a brief, horrific moment, he almost sounded scandalized. Zeb worried that perhaps he had heard him in the other room. Or had caught the way he was staring just now.

Or had known that Zeb had walked into the fresher earlier and had seen and heard Kallus jerking himself off under the hot spray of the shower.

Zeb had stood there frozen to the spot, wide-eyed and mouth agape, as his friend moaned and touched himself, the motion obvious even through the opaque tint of the glass. He had only stayed and watched for mere seconds. Or had it been minutes? He’s not sure now, but he had eventually exited hastily and retreated to his room in a fumble, a strange and shameful adrenaline rushing through his veins and all down his limbs.

“Having a late morning, are we?” Kallus asked, with a tease and innocence to his words.

Zeb almost sagged with relief. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous reflex that he winced at himself about instantly. He just smeared a sticky mix of come and slick there, the short fur instantly clumping and going into stiff peaks.

“Karabast,” Zeb muttered, leaving his hand there. “Uh, yeah, slept in a bit.”

“I’ll say. You’re usually out in the workshop around this hour.” Kallus stepped around Zeb, to which Zeb mirrored, so the man couldn’t see what he had just done to his fur.

“Thought I’d, uh, take it easy this morning is all. Think the rain made me sleepy,” Zeb said with a forced smile.

“Yes, it made it quite muddy out there for me in the garden. Nothing a hot shower couldn’t fix though.” Kallus ran a hand through his damp head of hair, shaking a few droplets out onto the smaller towel draped across his shoulders.

“You usually work until midday. If you go back out there now, you’ll just get dirty again,” Zeb said and thought: shut up, shut up! You shouldn’t be making conversation right now with your dick still hanging out and your come all over your chest! Zeb was too afraid to look down to see if anything had seeped through the fabric of his loose tunic.

“I was hoping to go into town to buy some more supplies. Also to stop by the data library to download some information about traditional Lira San seasons. I want to be sure I’m on track for the meiloorun harvest. I started the seedlings a bit early I think, but the temperatures seemed to be ideal for it…”

Kallus kept talking about his plans, still just standing there in nothing but a towel and Zeb in nothing but his own shame.

“I had hoped you would come with me, if you’d like? I can wait for you.” Kallus gave him a hopeful look and Zeb belatedly nodded his head.

“Sure, I’ll come on you -with you! I’ll come with you.” Zeb backed his way through the ‘fresher’s open door. “Just lemme take a quick shower m’self. Be done in a tick.” Zeb shut the door with a hard punch of his knuckles on the controls.

“Alright,” he heard Kallus say from the other side.

Zeb waited until he could hear Kallus’s footsteps fade off down the hall. The fresher was still humid from the other man’s own shower and other… activities. Zeb shook his head and turned the faucet back on.

Honestly, it was no big deal, it wasn’t like this was the first time Zeb had caught someone else masturbating or having sex. Hells, he had all but walked in on Kallus getting thoroughly fucked into his bunk once on Yavin IV by a burly mechanic. And again in that secret half-tunnel in Echo base’s storerooms, bent over a crate with the new fulcrum recruiter guy railing him like no tomorrow.

Come to think of it, it made perfect sense for Kallus to be relieving himself. Really, Zeb should have expected it, given the amount that Kallus slept around during their days fighting in the war. The man had a healthy libido, as opposed to Zeb’s lack thereof.

They had even talked about it with each other on occasion, usually when they got tipsy on Rebellion moonshine Kallus had confiscated off of a pilot or junior officer. Zeb would always give him a hard time about his flings, teasing him if he so much as sat strangely or walked funny or smelled different. And Kallus in turn would take the piss out of Zeb’s absence of a love life altogether, sometimes jokingly offering himself up with a suggestive offer and an easy smile.

"Kriff you," Zeb would say.

"I'm trying, you asshole," Kallus would counter.

Then they would laugh. It was never a sincere offer, Zeb knew, since Kallus seemed to only lay with other human men. Or at least that was what he had seen and heard about. In the end it didn’t matter, their friendship was solid and they had been amicable comrades since their time together on Yavin IV. They were the best of friends by the end of the war, unwilling to part ways and deciding to retire together.

So, here they were. And here Zeb was. With Kallus.

Zeb was fucked.