Cold

Honestly, what was it with the pair of them and frozen wasteland planets?

First it was Bahryn. And not that the little ice moon wasn't a fond memory for the two parties involved, but a frigid ice moon was a frigid ice moon.

Next it was Hoth. Again, fond memories of keeping the cold at bay in slightly less than regulation ways, but being smoked out of any place by the Empire did tend to leave a bad taste in one's mouth.

Now it was some uncharted rock in the outermost ranges of the Outer Rim pursuing Imperial remnants. Zeb hadn't much succumbed to the cold after their crash landing, but Kallus knew he had begun to. Vaguely, it occurred to him it might be worse than he'd allowed himself to think when Zeb carried his weak, barely-shivering form onto the Ghost after Hera and Rex had picked up their signal.

"Come on, Alex. Stay with me," the Lasat encouraged him fiercely, easily cradling his six foot four frame against his chest. "It's gonna be all right now. Just don't quit on me."

He couldn't seem to make his mouth work well enough for a response. He had to settle for tangling his fingers in the Lasat's fur.

"Zeb, he's close to gone," he heard Hera's voice from somewhere distant. "You need to get him warmed up now."

"Doin'," Zeb snarled quietly as he hurried them through the ship. Kallus only managed to identify the final destination as their bunk by the familiar, all-encompassing scent that was his lover. The next thing he became aware of was Zeb frantically divesting him of his clothing.

Part of his mind was ready to make a joke about Zeb wanting to get him naked, but the rest was too lost in cold and fog to actually string words together. So he just let it happen, beyond even the point where he'd consciously acknowledged that he might be freezing to death.

The next revelation to drift through his untethered mind was the seemingly endless parade of blankets being piled on top of him. Where did Hera keep all of these?

Yes, because that's the important question right now.

Even so, Kallus wasn't truly aware of just how cold he was. He didn't become cognizant of that until he felt Zeb slipping under the blankets with him, nothing between them but the Lasat's hastily towel-dried fur.

He actually felt tiny lances of hot pain along his skin as Zeb gathered him in his arms. Giving a small cry of pain, he unthinkingly tried to pull away from the sensation.

"No...no," his lover scolded him, holding him even tighter. Then he began to press encouraging kisses to his face. "I know it hurts, but the pain's a good sign. Means you're still alive. We'll get some feelin' back in you yet."

"...rather...have you in me," he managed to joke with a crooked smile.

Zeb chuckled quietly, the sound soothing in the slowly heating darkness of their bunk. "We'll see what we can do about that later. Right now, we're gonna focus on getting you warmed up."

With that, the Lasat slowly began to work over every inch of his face, massaging the life back into the freezing skin with lips and tongue. Once the stinging pain of recirculation had passed, the human was left with a pleasant tingling sensation in the well-loved skin, particularly in his ears and nose.

Zeb's next destination was his fingers, which, he faintly realized, he'd been in real danger of losing. The Lasat lavished attention on each one, sucking for several moments before laving thoroughly with his tongue, occasionally nipping to test the feeling there, which Alex let him know in no uncertain terms.

The firm, pointed worship continued past his rescued hands, from his palms, up his wrists and forearms to his shoulders. On to his neck and collarbone, down to his chest. He felt a certain other part of his body begin to awaken when he felt Zeb's hot breath ghost along his nipples.

"Good to know...that's in one piece," he managed with a faint laugh, body beginning to move eagerly against Zeb's. Pleasure was beginning to awaken in his body, not just the sensation of returning feeling.

"Right," Zeb whispered breathily against him as he kissed and licked trails up and down his torso, hands moving beneath his back to give it just as thorough a working over. Between kisses, he continued with, "He'll get attention later."

"Such a tease," he said with a small groan, really beginning to appreciate his lover's levity. Although he couldn't wholly contain the tiny whimper that slipped free when Zeb bypassed his stiffening cock altogether.

He traveled instead to Alex's toes, being just as thorough in his care of them as he had been with his fingers. Gently but firmly, he worked the feeling back into them, and once they were satisfactorily warmed, the Lasat moved slowly back up his legs, kissing and tonguing every bit of skin he could get at from his feet, up his ankles and calves, up past his knees and finally onto his thighs. When Zeb put his mouth everywhere but where Alex actually wanted him to put it, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He came between them with a small cry and a messy burst of semen.

Zeb laughed aloud at that one. "And here I was just about to get to that. Guess that's warmed up enough, then?"

"Logically," Kallus conceded. "Doesn't mean it wouldn't appreciate the same treatment. After all, you haven't come yet."

"That wasn't the point of this. Was definitely an added bonus, though," he admitted.

"So get the rest of the bonus," he invited, nipping at the Lasat's ear. "More friction can only help, after all."

Zeb agreed with a small growl, pinning Alex to the bunk and thrusting languidly between his legs for several minutes before finally coming, his seed mingling with the ex-agent's in a pleasant, if sticky, mess between his thighs. Alex sighed in contentment as they cuddled together beneath the blankets, finally warm again.

"You know, someday you and I really are going to wind up freezing to death on a block of ice in the middle of nowhere," he joked, his humor black as he burrowed into the Lasat's embrace.

"Probably," Zeb agreed, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead before they both drifted off to sleep. "But not today."