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[(Anonymous)]

Rookie/Jun

in which someone talks too much.

so i herd jun likes talkin :D

[(Anonymous)]

It’s a cold day in Hell when Rookie doesn’t feel naked without his helmet. That whole thing with the virus and the song had been absolute torture. If it wasn’t for everyone suddenly needing him, he wouldn’t have left that tiny room in the barracks.

He feels comfortable enough about voluntarily removing it around Emile, at least, if only because the man reminded him of Dutch in some bizarre way. It was probably that helmet. Two of his favorite people that he knew, and both had Death’s Heads on their helmets. What did that say about him, he wondered?
Or would wonder, if he had the time, because he was pulling off his helmet currently.
In Jun’s quarters.
Mostly because Jun had asked. Somewhere, in this long, drawn-out conversation that had taken a turn for something decidedly not innocent, Jun had asked. And he was complying, because… well. He wasn’t entirely certain. But he felt decidedly disarmed and completely naked when he finally did it.

Jun was leading the conversation, as usual, but Rook was listening with more rapt attention than usual. It seemed extremely fucking important that he listen this time, if only because Jun had a gift for description when he tried, and Rookie had an extremely vivid imagination. Particularly when Jun was saying things like that. Where the hell did a Spartan learn to talk like that? And when did Jun learn to prey on his one weakness like that?

He vaguely realized that he was following the sniper’s instructions like an eager puppy, and realized a moment later that he currently did not give a shit. Sliding down to sit against the wall and whimpering was more important, hips jolting into the empty air because he’d been told to keep his hands off, and listening, always listening.

Jun kept him on the edge for what felt like an eternity, before finally letting him get the release he been quietly moaning for for heavens know how long. He slumped in his armor before looking to Jun, who was sitting on the bed across the room with a smug look on his face.

“Hey, Rookie. Wanna do it again?”