#also Din doesn’t know what tiktok is and I love this concept

[thishintoflove]

For the BobaDinLuke discord server prompt: "Get out of my head and get into me instead."

Y'all here about the fallacy of the "anti-sex beds" in the Olympic Village this year? They're just made of sustainable cardboard, but let's be real, they probably wouldn't hold up against multiple super-strong athletes going at it....

Anyway, here's some thirsty thursday content!

Din sighed as he tried to wind his way through the crowd at the Track and Field Mixer. He’d been told that the Tokyo Olympic Games would be different- that they wouldn’t include as many group gatherings- and yet the entire team was expected to attend this mixer. Apparently it was for “international comradery” among the athletes, but Din hated the pomp and circumstance of these events. He was just here to run and to win.

Just as he was considering whether Coach would notice if he slipped away, he heard a deep voice call out to him.

“Djarin!”

He turned around to find Boba Fett, the famed shot put athlete from New Zealand, coming toward him with a big grin on his face. They clasped arms and Boba slapped him hard on the back.

“Good to see you back at the Games, brother! How’s Team Canada this year, you guys feeling strong?”

“As strong as possible, considering the year we’ve had.”

“Fair enough,” Boba laughed, the sound warm and deep in his chest, “I’m glad I found you here. I was getting real tired of introducing myself to kids who are still all starry-eyed about being at their first Games. Makes me feel old. It’s nice to see a familiar face.”

“I agree,” Din replied warmly, “And congratulations. I saw that you broke a new record at the trials.”

“Yup, 23.37 meters. Beat my own personal record by half a meter on that one. Getting another world record was just the icing on the cake.”

Din rolled his eyes, but chuckled at the same time.

“And they say that Fielders aren’t cocky. You’re worse than the Sprinters!”

Boba just grinned even more, then raised his brows and gave Din a pointed look, “I thought you knew from experience that Fielders like me are very cocky.”

That comment had Din blushing even as he rolled his eyes again.

Usually his mind was completely focused on his goal, but Boba was a welcome distraction. As a marathon runner, Din was used to taking things slow. He played the long game, always, and he was usually single-minded in his focus. That focus was almost always dedicated to training, but when he’d met Boba in Rio, he’d discovered the benefits of loosening up once in a while.

Boba was a world class athlete, a Shot Put record breaker, but he also liked to have a good time. And during the last games, he and Din had a very good time. Din swore he felt looser after a night with Boba, something he had never experienced before with anyone else. He wasn’t anxious about what it would mean or how it would impact his training: they were just two athletes letting off some steam in the evenings.

“Speaking of,” Boba continued, stepping even closer to Din, “Did you get a load of the beds this time?”

“It has nothing to do with preventing sex among ahtletes,” Din replied, cutting Boba off before he could make another remark, because he knew exactly where the other man was heading with this, “Some kid thought it’d be funny to make a joke about it on that clock app and look what happened. Now it’s all anyone wants to talk about. They’re supposed to be environmentally friendly, that’s it.” “Which is great and all, but I’m not sure they took fat athletes into consideration. Most Fielders like me are twice the size of the other athletes, and don’t get me started on the weight lifters. It looks like I could break that bed on my own.”

“They’re stronger than they look.”

“Care to test that theory?”

Just then, the energy in the room shifted as Team U.S.A. arrived at the Track and Field Mixer. Boba and Din watched with matching expressions of disinterest as the group entered with loud voices and boisterous excitement.

“Americans,” Boba grumbled under his breath, “Your neighbors to the south are the flashiest bunch of bastards every damn year.”

Din nodded in agreement, but he was quickly distracted by a new face at the front of the pack. A blonde man with notable blue eyes and a blinding grin on his face. He looked like an All-American poster boy.

“Who’s that?” Din asked, unable to look away.

“Who, Blondie?” Boba asked, craning his neck to “That’s Skywalker. Some hotshot Hurdler. He was supposed to be a favorite at Rio, but he got injured during the trials. These are his first Games.”

“Hmm, know anything else about him?”

“I’ve only seen a few interviews. California boy, mid-twenties, he comes from a family of athletes. He loves doing press. Seems like the type to talk your ear off.”

They both watched with appreciation as the man shook hands with almost everyone he passed, his muscled arm flexing again and again, giving everyone in the vicinity a charming grin.

“Bet you twenty dollars that we can get him to join us for a little fun tonight.”

Din turned back to Boba and gave him an incredulous look.

“You were just complaining that he’s a conceited hotshot!”

“Yeah, but he’s a pretty hotshot.”

He looked back over at the blonde man. He was lithe and lean, but with thighs that could crush a skull, just like all good Hurdlers. His wide blue eyes sparkled from all the way across the room. Boba was right, he was pretty.

Din sighed.

“Canadian dollars or New Zealand dollars?”

~~~

In the end, Boba won the bet.

It only took a little conversation, a few sly remarks, and Luke was following them back to Din’s room.

“We can lie on the bed, you know. They’re actually pretty sturdy,” Luke said, breathless as Din attacked his jaw and neck with his lips. One hand fisted into Din’s hair as the other tried to brace itself against the wall.

“Why risk it?” Din mumbled against his neck. A shiver went down his own spine as he felt Boba trail a large hand up and down his back.

“Blondie is right,” Boba said, allowing his fingers to grasp a sizeable chunk of Din’s ass as pushed up against him, “As much as I know we’re all capable of fucking against this wall, why waste the effort?”

“I thought you didn’t trust the beds?” Din muttered, leaning into Boba’s ministrations.

“Changed my mind.”

Din just hummed and pressed his back against Boba’s chest, reveling in the feeling of being trapped between the two men. He could feel Luke hard and insistent against his thigh as he sucked a bruise on his collarbone. Luke’s head hit the wall as he leaned back and the moan he let out was enough to have Din hardening even more. He pulled back from Luke’s neck to meet the smaller man’s eyes, and he noted his blown-open pupils with satisfaction.

“I don’t really care how or where,” Luke gasped out, running a hand up Din’s toned arm, “Let’s just do it.”

Din smiled and gave him another quick kiss on the lips before pulling away. He gave Boba’s shoulder a squeeze as he slipped out from between the two men and moved to his nightstand to gather supplies.

“It’s cute that you think you’re in charge here, Hotshot,” Boba rasped, suddenly stepping in to take Din’s place in front of Luke. He slowly trailed a hand along Luke’s thigh and then lifted his leg to wrap it around his hip. Luke just smirked at him.

“Don’t treat me like a kid, I’ve been around the block too.”

His hands wrapped around Boba’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss that was mostly teeth and tongue. Boba growled into his mouth and lifted Luke’s other leg, pressing him into the wall with his body.

“You’re confident now, but just wait,” Boba muttered, trailing his teeth along Luke’s jawline and nipping at his earlobe, “Din and I have been doing this for years. You Sprinters wouldn’t understand, you always finish too soon.”

“I think I can keep up with you.”

“Oh yeah? You think you have the stamina? Or are you gonna falter like you did at the Rio trials?”

“Get out of my head and get into me instead,” Luke growled.

Boba just chuckled and lifted Luke higher, pressing him back into the wall as he attacked his mouth again. Luke let out a long groan as he tried to swallow Boba’s tongue, rutting his hips against the larger man.

“Put him down for a second,” Din called out, turning back around and waving the small bottle of lube in his hand, “We’ve got to prep.”

“Sure thing,” Boba replied.

He turned around, Luke still wrapped around his waist, and then he threw the smaller man halfway across the room onto the bed.

Luke let out a small yelp as he was tossed through the air, just as Din called out “Wait!”, and then the room was filled with a horrible crashing sound as the bed collapsed and Luke hit the floor hard.