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starwars100Title: Just Following Instructions
Prompt: Durasteel
Author: alba17
Rating: Teen
Characters: Cassian Andor, Brasso
Pairing: Brasso/Cassian
Star Wars Media Property: Andor
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Brasso was always going to give in.
Author Notes: I actually wrote something longer that I had to edit down for this. Probably will post that to AO3.
“Stop, stop! You’re not doing it right,” Brasso grabs the fusioncutter from Cassian.
“That’s how you told me to do it,” Cass mutters, crossing his arms.
“Look, we’re never gonna extract this beacon finder if you keep doing it that way. Let me show you.”
He hands the fusioncutter to Cass, then moves behind him. “Okay. Put your hands like so.” As Brasso wraps his arms around Cass’s torso, he can smell the soap Cass used that morning. When he guides Cass’s hands to the proper position, Cass fits perfectly in his embrace.
“Like this?” Cass wriggles closer into Brasso’s burly hold.
“Er…” He tries to lift the cutter so they can do the job. “More like this.”
Cass shifts his body against Brasso’s in a way that seems entirely counter productive to extracting this beacon finder.
“Cass. What are you doing?”
He can practically feel Cass’s smirk. “Nothing. Just following instructions.”
Brasso sighs. “We don’t have time for this.”
“No?” Cass grinds his hips back into Brasso, which momentarily takes his breath away. “I’m not gonna be here that long.”
It’s true. Brasso knows it. With a deep sigh, he drops the fusioncutter from their grip.
Cass turns around in Brasso’s arms, eyes intent. He holds Brasso’s face in his hands. “Glad you’ve seen reason. The beacon finder will be here tomorrow.”
Brasso’s heart thumps in anticipation. “Yeah. You’re right.” With a big hand, he cups the back of Cass’s head to bring him nearer. The corner of Cass’s mouth lifts, then his lips part as his eyes fall to Brasso’s mouth. They inch closer. Brasso’s breath hitches. Cass’s brown eyes envelope him as his fingers twine into Brasso’s hair.
“Um…” Brasso swallows. “Should we…go somewhere? My place?”
Cass murmurs, “Sure,” before capturing Brasso’s mouth in his.
Prompt: Durasteel
Author: alba17
Rating: Teen
Characters: Cassian Andor, Brasso
Pairing: Brasso/Cassian
Star Wars Media Property: Andor
Word count: 300
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Brasso was always going to give in.
Author Notes: I actually wrote something longer that I had to edit down for this. Probably will post that to AO3.
“Stop, stop! You’re not doing it right,” Brasso grabs the fusioncutter from Cassian.
“That’s how you told me to do it,” Cass mutters, crossing his arms.
“Look, we’re never gonna extract this beacon finder if you keep doing it that way. Let me show you.”
He hands the fusioncutter to Cass, then moves behind him. “Okay. Put your hands like so.” As Brasso wraps his arms around Cass’s torso, he can smell the soap Cass used that morning. When he guides Cass’s hands to the proper position, Cass fits perfectly in his embrace.
“Like this?” Cass wriggles closer into Brasso’s burly hold.
“Er…” He tries to lift the cutter so they can do the job. “More like this.”
Cass shifts his body against Brasso’s in a way that seems entirely counter productive to extracting this beacon finder.
“Cass. What are you doing?”
He can practically feel Cass’s smirk. “Nothing. Just following instructions.”
Brasso sighs. “We don’t have time for this.”
“No?” Cass grinds his hips back into Brasso, which momentarily takes his breath away. “I’m not gonna be here that long.”
It’s true. Brasso knows it. With a deep sigh, he drops the fusioncutter from their grip.
Cass turns around in Brasso’s arms, eyes intent. He holds Brasso’s face in his hands. “Glad you’ve seen reason. The beacon finder will be here tomorrow.”
Brasso’s heart thumps in anticipation. “Yeah. You’re right.” With a big hand, he cups the back of Cass’s head to bring him nearer. The corner of Cass’s mouth lifts, then his lips part as his eyes fall to Brasso’s mouth. They inch closer. Brasso’s breath hitches. Cass’s brown eyes envelope him as his fingers twine into Brasso’s hair.
“Um…” Brasso swallows. “Should we…go somewhere? My place?”
Cass murmurs, “Sure,” before capturing Brasso’s mouth in his.
