It had been a good day aboard the Condor. Many Cyclonians beaten, the Atmos saved, and all the young Storm Hawks survived with just a few bumps and bruises. While Stork took their ship somewhere safe and quiet, the crew retired to their quarters to get some well-deserved rest.
Finn, however, couldn't sleep. As excitable as he was, he was completely energized by their victories of the day, and was still up late in the night retelling the day's tales with Junko.
"Did you see his face?" said Finn, mimicking a pained expression as they sat on the floor in Finn's room. "I don't think he's gonna be riding a skimmer again any time soon!" He playfully jabbed Junko in the arm, which unexpectedly jolted is Wallop friend awake.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, that was great, Finn," said Junko, his eyes heavy, and he yawned loudly.
Finn couldn't help but finally notice his best buddy was falling asleep. "Aw, you're no fun, Junk. I'm gonna go get something to eat." He got up and turned towards the door. "You want anything?" he said as he turned around, just in time to see Junko slump to the floor, fast asleep.
Finn rolled his eyes. "What's with everybody around here, anyway?" He figured since it had been such an exciting day everyone would want to celebrate, but instead everyone else seemed exhausted - except Finn, but even his enthusiasm couldn't keep Junko awake.
He paused a moment and looked at Junko. Clad in just a pair of shorts to sleep in, his massive arms had splayed out from his muscular chest, and he was snoring with the heaving of his breath, his mouth wide open. Finn smirked to himself and thought about all the things he and Junko had done together, both in and out of bed, but mostly in. He contemplated a moment returning to the sleeping Wallop and starting another night of fun, but his stomach growled softly - turns out he really i was /i hungry, so he decided to go eat something first, and then see what happened when he returned.
He softly closed the door of his quarters and padded barefoot down the empty, dimly lit hallway. He, too, was just in his boxers, and he enjoyed the cool air on his firm, lithe body. He was rather proud of the hard work he'd put into his physique, and it was paying off - he had a tight, muscular body, but not overdone, like Junko (which of course made them a perfect fit together). He was even starting to show off his abs a little more. Thinking about it made him puff out his chest a little more, and he began strutting down the hallway towards the kitchen. It also got him excited, so he was starting to really think about what he was going to do when he woke up Junko after he got back.
"Ooooooh..."
Finn stopped suddenly and his head whirled around, reflexively ready for a Cyclonian attack.
"Who's there?" he whispered in the semi-darkness.
Again, he heard the soft moaning. "Oooooooh..." He turned his head back in the direction he was originally headed, and saw a door ajar just ahead, and realized that's where the sound was coming from.
It was Aerrow's quarters.
Finn straightened up and looked around to make sure no one saw his overreaction. "Heh, just Aerrow," he said to no one in particular.
Finn softly tiptoed up to the door, not sure if Aerrow was awake or talking in his sleep. There was a dim light in the room, just enough for Finn to see the interior.
As he slowly opened the door and peeked his head around the corner, he could see the red-headed leader of the Storm Hawks lying on his bed in loose shorts and a t-shirt. There was a blanket on the floor that looked like it had been tossed there. Finn paused a moment, and realized that Aerrow was obviously asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Finn was about to duck back out when Aerrow moaned again, this time a little softer. What made him stay, however, is when he saw Aerrow's hand move towards the waistband of his pants.
A devlish grin spread across Finn's face. "Now we're talkin'!" he thought, and he quickly slipped into Aerrow's room and shut the door behind him.