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Galo’s generally pretty happy-go-lucky. He gets mad sometimes, sure, but it takes a lot to get him there. Most of the time, he’s a chill dude. Not a jealous bone in his body.
At least that’s what he thought, before he saw the guy from Station Eight—the guy with the arms—chatting up Lio.
It’s the end of a long shift; they were working with the Station Eight crew on clean-up from the Parnassus incident, and some of that crew ended up in the Station Three mech bay. Including this guy, who’s saying something to Lio with a distinctly flirty look on his face and is clearly crossing his arms to make his biceps bulge and his pecs pop. Galo knows that pose; he’s used it on Lio himself a few times.
Very effectively, he might add.
They haven’t talked about it. The first time they made out, it was adrenaline-fueled hand-jobs in the front storage closet of Station Three after a close call during Lio’s second shift on duty with Burning Rescue. Considering how many storage closets they’ve defiled since then, it’s a wonder they haven’t been fired. They’ve also defiled Galo’s kitchen counter, his sofa, and on several memorable occasions, even his bed. But Galo doesn’t know what they are. And he’s afraid if he asks, he’ll break whatever spell magicked Lio into his arms.
But he’s not going to let some muscle-bound idiot—some muscle-bound idiot who isn’t him—turn Lio’s head. Nope, no one is taking Lio away from him that easy.
“Lio!” Galo yells across the bay. “C’mere, I need to talk to you!”
Lio turns, startled. The other guy scowls. “Now?” Lio yells back.
“Yeah, now!”
Lio says something to the guy, then starts trotting across the bay to Galo, leaving the guy looking disappointed in his wake. Galo can’t deny feeling a smug thrill of satisfaction as Lio stops in front of him. He picked me.
“What’s so urgent?” Lio says, looking mildly irritated.
Galo suddenly doesn’t know what to say. I don’t want you talking to that guy sounds… possessive, creepy almost. Do you actually like me sounds like something Galo would have asked his crush in first grade. I need to know what we’re doing sounds weird and desperate. Galo’s brain shorts out.
“Galo?” Lio is squinting at him, looking more confused than irritated now, and Galo realizes he’s just been standing there like an idiot for way too long.
“Do you want to come over?” Galo blurts desperately, which is code for “Do you want to fuck?” in the lexicon they’ve been building over the last couple of weeks.
“Oh,” Lio says, raising his eyebrows. “Let me get my coat.”
***
Feverish fumbling in Galo’s living room soon has them stumbling half-clothed to the bed. They’ve tried a lot of things, but there’s one thing in particular Galo wants right now. “I wanna fuck you,” Galo whispers into Lio’s ear, then bites his earlobe.
“Please,” Lio whispers back.
“Want you on your hands and knees for me,” Galo rasps, and Lio doesn’t answer, but he sheds the remainder of his clothes and crawls onto the bed, on his hands and knees. His unaccustomed obedience makes Galo’s already hard cock twitch in his boxers. He strips them off and climbs up behind Lio.
Galo usually lingers over prep, but this time he’s hasty, rushing through getting Lio opened up and slick with lube, Lio egging him on by yelling “Yeah, yeah!” when Galo starts lining his dick up. Galo strokes Lio’s hair as he sinks into him slowly, brushing the silky strands aside to expose Lio’s neck. The pale expanse of Lio’s skin awakens a sudden, overpowering urge; Galo wants to leave a mark. Wants to claim him.
He thrusts his hips forward, pushing in to the hilt as he leans down and bites hard on the back of Lio’s neck.
Lio yelps and shudders underneath him, and Galo comes back to himself with a start.
“Shit, shit, s-sorry, was that too hard?” Galo stammers.
“Thymos,” Lio says, and there’s a bit of a growl in his voice.
“Yeah?” Galo says apprehensively.
“Do it again,” Lio says, with a definite growl.
Startled, Galo leans down and mouths at Lio’s neck, then bites down again. Lio trembles. Galo starts moving his hips, sinking his teeth into Lio’s neck at the same time.
“Ah! Yeah!” Lio pants, fists clutching the sheets. “You wanna get rough with me? Do it!”
The heat that flares up under Galo’s ribs takes him off-guard. He stops biting down so he can talk.
“Really?” he asks.
Lio twists his head around to glare at Galo.
“Yeah, really! What, you think I can’t take it?”
Galo hadn’t considered this. He’s a big guy, and Lio’s so tiny; Galo’s always been gentle with him. He’s incredibly lucky Lio even gave him a second look; the last thing he wanted to do was scare him off.
But now, looking into Lio’s blazing eyes, he realizes he was a fool to think Lio would be scared of anything.
Galo grabs Lio’s hair in his fist and jerks Lio’s head back. Lio’s spine arches prettily.
“Like this?” Galo says, twisting his fistful of hair a little.
“Oh fuck,” Lio moans softly. But then he rallies. “C’mon, that all you got?” he growls, voice throaty. “I want you to fuck me up!”
Galo lets go of Lio’s hair, grabs his hips, and pulls out. “Hey!” Lio protests. “What’re you…” He’s cut off when Galo flips him over, manhandling him roughly onto his back, then grabs his wrists and pins his arms above his head.
“Can’t get away now,” Galo says, breathless. Lio tests Galo’s grip, pushing against his hands. His wiry whipcord strength is no match for Galo’s bulk once Galo has him pinned.
“Sure can’t,” Lio says, and he sounds breathless too.
A wave of possessiveness surges up Galo’s spine.
“You’re mine,” he growls. Lio makes a gut-punched little noise. For a second, Galo thinks he fucked up; then Lio says, “So what’re you gonna do with me?” The challenge in his voice lights a fire in Galo’s guts.
“Keep your hands there,” Galo orders, and lets go of Lio’s wrists, running his hands down Lio’s sides to his thighs and pushing them apart. Lio holds his hands above his head. Galo dips his head between Lio’s legs and licks a stripe up his erection.
“Hhhn!” Lio twitches as Galo takes his dick into his mouth. Galo’s always liked giving blowjobs, and he really gives this one his all, laving Lio’s dick with his tongue and swallowing as much of him as he can until Lio is shaking the way he does when he’s close. Galo pulls his mouth off.
“I want you to come on my dick,” he says.
“Hhh,” Lio wheezes, and nods his head. Galo sits up and repositions himself, cock pressed against Lio’s asshole. Lio still has his hands over his head, expression intent. Galo adds more lube and then pushes abruptly into Lio’s body. Lio cries out as Galo opens him up again with one curt thrust.
“Okay?” Galo asks, pausing there.
“Get going, Thymos. Fuck me hard,” Lio says hoarsely.
Galo grabs the backs of Lio’s knees, pressing his legs apart, and starts slamming into him with no prelude, pistoning his hips as Lio writhes, fists clenching on air.
“Oh, oh, Galo, Galo!” Lio’s voice gets higher-pitched, pleading in a way Galo’s never heard before. “Please, please, please!” Lio moans.
“What do you need?” Galo pants.
“Bite me again,” Lio gasps, and Galo doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward without letting go of Lio’s legs and sinking his teeth into the side of Lio’s neck.
Lio screams and convulses, ass clenching tight around Galo’s dick as he comes. It only takes a few more rough, stuttering thrusts for Galo to follow him over the edge.
They collapse onto each other in a panting, sticky, post-orgasmic haze, and for a little while, Galo doesn’t worry about how long he’ll be able to call Lio his.
***
It’s only when Galo is cleaning them up that he notices. There’s a huge hickey blooming on Lio’s neck.
“Aw, shit,” Galo says. “You’re gonna have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow. I’m sorry.”
“‘S okay,” Lio says muzzily. He’s lying limp in the bed, letting Galo swab the come off his stomach and thighs with a wet cloth. “Worth it.”
Galo finishes cleaning him up, tosses the cloth into the laundry basket, and nestles in next to Lio, pulling him into his arms. Lio snuggles against him, nuzzling his face into Galo’s neck, and Galo’s heart stutters. He pets Lio’s back, feeling Lio’s breath on his skin, the soft pulse of his heartbeat.
“That was extremely hot,” Lio says into Galo’s neck.
“It wasn’t too much?” Galo asks, concerned.
Lio’s eyes flash in the half-lit room as he looks up at Galo. “Galo, I said I wanted you to fuck me up, and I meant it. We’ll have to set some ground rules, but it’s going to take a lot more than that for it to be ‘too much.’”
Heat coils in Galo’s stomach. “Oh,” he says, flushing. “You never said… you were into that.”
“Well, you’re always so sweet, I didn’t think you’d want to.” Lio pulls back and studies Galo curiously. “What brought that on? You’ve never been so…” Lio trails a finger over the hickey on his neck, a little smile ghosting across the corners of his lips. “So aggressive,” Lio finishes.
Galo rubs a hand over his face, embarrassed. “That guy…”
Lio looks confused. “What guy?”
“The Station Eight guy.”
“Brian?” Lio says, puzzled. “What about him?”
“He was hitting on you,” Galo grumbles.
Lio barks out a startled laugh. Normally, Galo loves hearing Lio laugh, and tries to get him to do it all the time by goofing around. Now, though, it makes Galo a little nervous.
“Galo Thymos, don’t tell me you got jealous. Of Brian? Brian’s an oaf,” Lio says. He looks incredulous.
“He’s got nice arms, though,” Galo mumbles.
“So? You thought I’d fall for some arms?” Lio looks offended.
“Uh.” Galo furrows his brow. “Isn’t that… kinda… why you like me?”
“What?” Lio says.
“I mean.” Galo rubs the back of his neck. “Why else would you… I’m not smart like you, and I’m not cool like Meis, and I don’t have snappy comebacks like Gueira. But I do know I got nice guns.” He flexes them in demonstration. Lio watches with a little wrinkle between his eyebrows.
“But, that Brian guy. His are better,” Galo says sheepishly.
Lio gives him a long, long look.
“You idiot,” Lio finally says. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “No. I’m an idiot. I’ve let this go on too long. I should have said something.”
Oh. This is it. Galo braces himself.
“Galo, you think I just like you for your looks? No. You fought beside me to save the Burnish. You’re the kindest, most principled person I’ve ever met. I… I wouldn’t trade you for the world.”
“…Huh?” Galo says intelligently.
“I didn’t think you’d go for an ex-arsonist,” Lio says, eyes flicking away. “I thought… maybe you didn’t want to let anyone know we were together. So I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to ruin it. But.” Lio grabs Galo’s hand, lacing their fingers together. He stares into Galo’s eyes, brow furrowed. “Galo, do you want to be my boyfriend?”
“Oh,” Galo says. There’s a stinging sensation in the corners of his eyes. “Like. For real?”
“Yes,” Lio says softly. “For real.”
Galo pulls Lio into his arms and squeezes him, pressing his face into the top of Lio’s head to hide the fact that a few tears just leaked out of his eyes.
“Yeah,” he says into Lio’s hair. “I totally do.”
***
Lio doesn’t wear a turtleneck the next day. He wears one of his regular v-necks, leaving the hickey exposed for the world to see. Galo’s never been more embarrassed in his life.
And he’s never been happier.