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I'm sure there's a Dante's Inferno joke in here somewhere...

[whistlesatengineers]

He has a girlfriend.
Really pretty, too. Back home, somewhere. Well. If there was still a back home, anyway. Who the hell knows, at this point?
That didn’t exactly change the fact that he bunked on starships with other guys and… certain activities… were pretty much unavoidable. Men have needs; that’s what he’d always heard. He’d desensitized to it before he’d gotten into the Helljumpers, at least, and didn’t find sharing a bit of time like that with men distasteful.
He got the feeling that the Private did. Heh. His very own rookie, even if he used the title himself without considering it an insult.
Under different circumstances, he probably would have used it as a perfect way to haze the guy. After the freakout about Two – and the discussion about Tucker trying to sell him – though, J.D. had decided that it was probably better used in other ways. Someone had to calm that poor bastard down, and he secretly pitied the guy.
What ODST had that many problems getting laid?!

So he’d ambushed O’Brien on the way out of the Spartans’ base to give him some old-fashioned ‘assistance’. All that he got for the trouble he was going to was “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! LET ME GO!”

“You talk too much,” he groused, dragging the Private under the stairs to his usual napping spot, and very swiftly started to undo O’Brien’s armor. Having had to ditch his to save his own life on one occasion, The Rookie was quite skilled with speed-unarmoring. He was also quite good at ignoring O’Brien’s protests, adding a calculated, “Noble Team will hear you,” to quiet him down. Thankfully, being embarrassed further was apparently not on the list.
He would have been happy to explain if any of them did show up.

“I’m pretty sure this is in violation of something, now cut it out!” Rookie snorted, giving O’Brien’s crotch a solid grope once the underarmor was the only thing between him and his goal.

“Calm down,” he repeated, soothingly. “Teacher’s here.” And he would instruct his pupil on the finer arts of calming down until they were both fully satisfied.
The Private reached for J.D.’s armor, to which he brushed the other man’s hands away. “Armor stays on.” He tilted his still-helmeted head playfully. “Now. Make me moan, Private.”