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The team was out on yet another supply run for Cid, leaving Tech alone in the Marauder. Not that it bothered Tech too much in the past, but after sharing so many of these runs with Omega and passing the time by asking her questions about different types of ships or just chatting about anything that came up, it was now boring to be alone with the controls of the convoy, which were way too familiar to him. Tech used to find alone time enjoyable, but now he kind of hates it. He needs to fill his time with something to avoid his thoughts from wandering too far.
Lately, Tech has been a bit more distracted than usual.
You recently joined the Batch on an adventure where you helped them navigate an Imperial facility, infiltrated it, and smuggled some valuables that were seized by the Imperials. Being secluded in Kamino and then on missions with his brothers, Tech did not have much time for romantic pursuits or to appreciate the beauty of the opposite sex.
He is no stranger to flattery, and some women have complimented him, perhaps jokingly, but those interactions never made Tech feel anything special.
Sometimes, he wonders if he is unable to feel desire like others do. However, you were there with the Batch, risking your life to help them, showing your strategic and technical skills, which were invaluable to the mission's success, and it was as if something got ignited.
Maybe it was the way the Imperial uniform you wore during the operation hugged you in all the right places, or your quick wit. Perhaps it was your kind eyes or the confident smiles you shared with Tech, but he couldn't stop thinking about you.
You've been with them for a while now, and it's been almost torturous for Tech. He always feels his hands go clammy or too hot, and he's constantly nervous, unlike his usual self. It's all because of you. He even felt pangs of jealousy when Wrecker jokingly said it would be great if he could lift you to do his weight set for the day, and you laughed and touched his muscles, or when you got close to Hunter to discuss a strategy. You both looked so close together, and Tech just wanted to feel close to you too.
Tech fiddled with the control panel, trying to pass the time. During the space of time since you all left the ship, he had traced a problem to a damaged power converter and quickly got to work replacing it. Tech's deft hands managed to sort out the wiring issue in no time, leaving him with plenty of time to think about you. Perhaps a sonic shower would help him focus.
And so he does. But once he’s out, he has thoughts about you, once again.
The comm panel then chimes. Hunter says that this run is going to take longer than expected, and the team will need to make camp, but there's nothing to worry about.
Tech nods, even if nobody is watching him. He trusts Hunter. You'll be fine.
He thinks about you.
You're strong and able, travelling with them as you have things to do in Ord Mantell that require your attention. Tech dreads the moment when you finally have to part ways and tries to forget about you leaving them. Then he reminds himself that you're safe with his brothers right now and feels at ease. Tech misses you, though.
He has noticed that you get warm during the night and has seen you in just a tank top and shorts around the bunks. The outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination, and he wishes he could do more than just observe.
He thinks about how your hands would feel on him. Or his hands on you.
Your hips, your breasts, your soft stomach.
Tech stops, hearing a noise. Then it realises it was him whimpering… just with the improper thoughts he has about you. His cock hardens under the towel he’s wearing.
You’re usually very talkative towards him. You don’t know what you do to Tech with your voice, but he deeply enjoys seeing you commanding the action.
How would you talk to him if you saw him like this? He’s noticed your pupils dilate a bit when you’re around him, and while you’re still very confident, you stumble a bit with your words around him. That makes him hopeful, running a lot of scenarios in his head.
Tech tries to convince himself that it's just boredom and a lack of intellectual challenge that's making him think about you so much. He thinks he needs new data to analyse, but in reality, he can't stop thinking about you, whether you're there or not. He knows that all of this wondering is stupid, illogical, and not at all in line with how he usually behaves.
Tech lies down in his bunk. He’s now dry, having patted all the tiny droplets from the sonic. He tries to put some underwear on to try to distract his thoughts from his stiff cock on view. A bit unsuccessfully.
He turns around, trying to reach his datapad. That’s a mistake, because he gets some friction from his pillow, that shouldn’t be misplaced but somehow, is.
That makes him mewl, pathetically. Thank the stars he’s alone.
And maybe, he needs to touch himself to relieve some of the stress he’s feeling. He’s never touched himself leisurely. It’s always been mechanical, timed, out of necessity. His mind works better without hormonal stimuli.
However, now Tech feels like he can take his time, for once. He tries to imagine your voice because he can’t get you out of his head. You’re going to help him go through the motions, making it feel different.
Tech is now gripping the pillow tightly, trying not to get overwhelmed with the situation.
“Put it down,” you say. Tech obeys, leaving the pillow next to him.
But you are there, behind him. It’s not just your voice accompanying him. At least, in his fantasy.
You gesture between his legs and whisper “Tech. Why don’t you mount it?”.
It’s obscene. Pillows are not made for this. But Tech’s it’s a bit too deep into this fantasy of his. He wants it to happen and he wants to be ashamed in the process. He wants you to have him as you please.
“Why? That doesn’t make any sense,” Tech counters, speaking to the empty bunk room. He likes to keep his attitude realistic in this scenario, thinking the voice of reason will save him from his perverted thoughts.
“C’mon, love. Don’t be like that. Start slow”, you whisper softly.
If you were there for real, Tech would like you to guide his hips into the pillow. Manage the motions. But there’s only himself. So he does the work.
His hips are moving slowly against the fabric of the soft pillow. It feels nice. Tech’s cock is still trapped in his underwear, and it’s delightful.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good.” you say gently into the shell of his ear.
The fabric of the pillowcase is starting to get crumpled, and Tech puts his underwear down, letting the cloth get damp with the slick of his cock. Tech’s really sensitive, and the friction feels so much nicer than the mechanical movements of his hand when he jerks off.
“Fuck into it a little. Tease yourself.” You’re almost purring to him, in a sultry voice.
Tech obeys. He fantasises about you getting wet too. Would you hump Tech the way he’s humping his pillow? Would you be as selfish as he is, chasing your pleasure, making yourself finish without thinking of the repercussions?
“Tech, faster”, your voice enunciates.
Tech speeds up his thrusts. It’s starting to feel a bit oversensitive. He looks down the pillow, seeing the swollen tip of his dick appearing and disappearing from sight, engulfing the soft cloth. His cock is throbbing, slick getting both him and the pillow damper and damper.
Tech lets out a low noise of pleasure. He’s not far off.
“Tech, are you going to show me what you would do to me?” you insist.
“I can’t” Tech thinks. He cannot kiss the pillow passionately, or bury his head between your breasts. He cannot make love to the pillow. Tech slows down, trying to focus. It’s just pleasure, not romanticism. The fantasy you just wants Tech’s pleasure. So Tech tries to focus at the task at hand, because there's one thing he excels at, and that's efficiency.
Tech resumes the frantic pace he was fucking the pillow with, and he starts breaking a sweat.
“Yeah, Tech. That’s it. Just let go. You’re perfect”, you encourage. Tech usually doesn’t know what to do with flattery, it flusters him. But now, he wants to be perfect for you. He wants your approval.
“You’re close. Let me feel it. Look at me when you come”, you whisper to him.
Tech in reality has his eyes closed. He imagines he looks up and sees you naked. He can kiss you while fucking the pillow deep. Tech’s showing you how deep and fast he could go with you. He can hear you moaning too, because you’re touching yourself too.
That's all he needs.
Tech spills against the pillow fabric, making a mess, moaning your name out loud. He comes in spurts, his cum warm and thick.
He feels and probably looks debauched, and probably needs another sonic after this, but he shouldn’t waste resources, so will find a cloth to fix the mess, and change the pillowcase discreetly.
But that’s later. It doesn’t really matter. At least not for a while. Tech’s not ever finished like this. His chest burns. He looks to the ceiling and tries to even out his breaths. What he feels for you might be a bit more problematic than what he initially accounted for.
Once things get back to normal, and the team gets back to the ship, Tech might have to confront his feelings. Or maybe, just seek your company.
Time will tell.