Wedge tried very hard, but in the end he simply could not find anymore things to keep him busy around the base. By then he was completely frozen anyway and wanted nothing more than to get into some warm cloth, climb under the covers and get some sleep. Perhaps he would dream about someplace warm. He hoped he would.
He did his best to be as quiet as possible as he entered the quarters he shared with Luke. All the lights were off and after considering it for a moment he decided to turn them on. He would end up making a lot more disturbances if he tried to change his clothes in the dark than if he just turned on the lights. To his relief it turned out that Luke was not home so he had nothing to worry about, for the moment anyway.
He pulled out some clean cloth and was about to sit down on the bunk when a voice from the door interrupted him.
"Stop!" Luke stood in the doorway looking at him. When Wedge had stood back up Luke walked into the room and locked the door behind him.
"Strip!" Luke commanded.
"What?" Wedge looked dumbfound at his commander for a second.
"I will not have you sitting on my bunk in a flight suit covered in oil." Luke said as an explanation.
"Oh." Wedge said, "Then I'll just sit on my bunk."
"That one? It is mine too." Luke grinned. "So strip."
Wedge took a look at Luke then he asked, "You going to give me a hand?" That made Luke smile as he slowly walked the few steps to his bunk and sat down.
"Now, I think I'll just watch." He said with that grin Wedge knew so well.
"Your loss." Wedge grinned back and started to undress as slowly as he could, all the while watching Luke carefully. He was not completely sure he had been forgiven yet. To be honest he had not really been punished and it was not like Luke to just let him get off like this.
When Wedge was finally standing in only his boxers Luke stood up and walked towards him.
"You have been a bad boy." He said walking around Wedge, who was now standing at attention. Slowly he let one finger slip under the elastic in Wedges boxers and then in a fast motion he pulled them of and let them drop to the floor.
"Hmm…" Luke mumbled as he walked behind Wedge. "Do you know what happens to bad boys?" When Wedge did not answer Luke walked around him again and stopped right in front of him. "Lost your tongue?" Luke asked teasingly before closing in on Wedge mouth, his tongue slipping between Wedge's parted lips eagerly as if to test if Wedge had indeed lost his tongue.
Then suddenly as abruptly as he had started the kiss he ended it and quickly slipped behind Wedge. Wedge who knew better than to do anything when Luke was in this mood stood still and stared into the wall in front of him savoring the taste of Luke on his lips.
The next thing he knew he was lying face first on Luke's bunk with Luke standing over him.
"I ask again; do you know what happens to bad boys?" Luke was whispering straight into his ear. "Well, then I'll tell you. They get punished." Wedge could imagine the grin that had to be on Luke's face when he spoke those words. Then he felt the touch of Luke's body on his back disappear and Luke's hand hit him hard on the bottom.
One, two, three times then Luke bowed over Wedge again. "Do you need more punishment?" Luke was whispering in his ear again. "Or will you behave from now on." Luke's hand was rubbing his bottom. The skin was probably red already Wedge thought.
"I'll behave. I'll behave." Wedge mumbled into the bunk.
"Good boy." Luke whispered his hand slipping around to caress Wedge stomach. "I think we should move this party under the covers before we get frost bites, don't you?"
"Mmmhmm." Wedge mumbled and scooped under the blankets of the shared bunk.