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Things Cal Kestis has Issues with: Sleeping Outside

Relationships: BD-1 & Cal Kestis

Content Warnings: Burns, Blood and Injury, Slight self-harming behaviour

Summary:

A storm on Zeffo forces Cal and BD-1 to seek shelter in a small cave. Cal doesn't take the situation that well.

Word count: 2’650

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The storm is getting too strong, BD-1 warns Cal of this once again. Night falling already drastically reduces a human' visual field, even when BD-1 has his torch active, but the rain pelting them is decreasing that further. BD-1's light reflects off of the heavy downpour, no doubt confusing Cal's vision. All that would be bad enough, but Cal's been walking abnormally for the last 42 minutes, since that fight with a group of stormtroopers. BD-1's systems keep alerting unstable footing as the human he holds onto limps forwards. Cal's right leg, the limb BD-1 has saved as his friends "bad leg" in his files, must be damaged, barely able to have weight put on it. BD-1 wonders if this is the result of a scout trooper hitting it, or the discomfort Cal gets in the limb from time to time, especially during cold and wet weather. He asks the Jedi, who shrugs. He sounds out of breath. "Don't worry about it," he shouts across the storm. BD makes his concern known with a series of warning beeps. He doesn't think Cal should keep going. The risk of injury is far higher during the storm, BD-1 calculated the odds of Cal slipping off of something due to mud and water, and they're not good. And then there's the lightning, making BD-1 want to curl up each time it strikes. The droid can't remember ever being in such a large storm. A gust of wind blows Cal's hood off, exposing him further to the elements. BD-1 tries to fix it quickly, almost falling off of the human's back in the process. Cal thanks him, though BD-1 is unsure why. The small gesture was rather useless, seeing as Cal's red hair is already plastered to his head from the rain. Lightning strikes again, far too close for BD-1's liking. The droid shrieks in alarm as the bolt of electricity hits a pole only slightly higher than Cal is, mere meters away. Even Cal flinches this time. BD-1 asks Cal to please seek shelter and wait out the storm. He may not have as much medical data as other droids, but BD-1 doesn't fancy Cal's odds if he gets hit by lightning. "Yeah, yeah." Cal nods. "I think you might have a point buddy." BD-1 whistles in relief. They're too far from the abandoned village to seek shelter there. The place is crawling with storm troopers anyway. They move higher instead, to a more mountainous area.

It's not on BD-1's map, and with the storm, it's hard to scan ahead. The slope is slick with mud, allowing Cal very little grip as he moves. BD-1 holds on tightly to his friend. He doesn't want to lose him in the storm. Finally, Cal announces that he sees something, a narrow opening in the steep mountain's surface. Once close enough, BD scans it, confirming that it's a cave. Lightning striking too close once again drives Cal to hurry, causing him to slip to his hands and knees with a grunt before quickly righting himself and squeezing into the cave. BD-1 hops from Cal's back, illuminating the small space in the rock. It's more of a crack than a cave, but it's wide enough to accommodate Cal.

The walls on either side are made if jagged rock, damp from humidity trapped in the cave. BD scans a small spot of slimy fungus he finds before Cal groaning interrupts his effort. The fungus can wait, Cal takes higher priority than the acquisition of new data. Scanning Cal just as the human sinks to the ground, his worn and discomforted expression sparks worry in BD once more. There is indeed damage to Cal's leg. BD-1 moves to Cal's side, nudging his hand as the Jedi fishes out his comlink. "Storms too strong, me and BD are waiting it out in a cave." Static answers him, so Cal repeats the message once more. Broken up words filter through this time, Cal leaning forward abruptly when he hears them. Concentration filters across his expression. The voice BD recognizes as Cere's, most of her words unrecognizable thanks to the storms interference. BD thinks she's telling them to be careful, to stay safe. The droid responds, promising to do just that. Cal laughs weakly. "Thanks BD." Cal leans his head against the wall of the cave, sighing. He brushes his wet hair out of his face, no doubt getting mud in it. Cal's trousers are soaked through, mud clinging to the fabric as well as his boots. His upper body must have been spared somewhat, thanks to the poncho.

There's still a slight shiver coursing through his body. Bad, BD-1's database tells him. Humans don't shiver if they're doing well, it is always an indication of something being wrong. Drawing his knees to his chest, Cal hisses, eyebrows drawn together, squinting in pain. His hand flies to his right thigh, urging BD to skitter to Cal's other side and inspect the damage as Cal extends the limb again.

There's a hole in Cal's clothes across the side of his thigh, likely caused through burning if the singed edges are anything to go by. There's damage to Cal's leg, but the visual is obstructed by the mud caked over the wound. Cal pulls a face BD recognizes as a mix of disgust and pain. BD-1 wants desperately to help as Cal takes out his canteen of water and a piece of fabric he'd used to clean the droid before. He hops from foot to as he watches, asking if there'd anything he can do. "Just keep the light on me and I'll do the rest." Making sure to hold very still from then on BD locks his position, keeping the beam of light on his friends thigh. Cal steadies his leg with one hand, pouring water across the injury with the other.

As the worst of the dirt is flushed out, irritated, red skin is revealed. Unlike scorch marks on inorganic materials, humans, like many species, burn. Skin damaged by heat becomes discoloured and blisters, raised bumps filled with a clear liquid.

BD-1 recorded a conversation Cere had whilst Cal had been burned in the past, informing him that bursting these blisters can lead to further complications, primarily increased risk of infection. Cal had mentioned then that he was aware of that fact, so BD-1 says nothing. Gritting his teeth, swearing under his breath, Cal swipes the cloth across the burned skin. A strangled gasp escapes Cal, hand clenching around the rag, the one stabilizing his leg digging into the limb so hard his knuckles go white. Trying his hardest not to move, BD-1 trills in distress. Cal, his friend, is hurting. BD has to do something. He adamantly offers the Jedi a stim, that being the only help BD-1 can really offer. But Cal waves his hand, a gesture BD-1's learned to identify as dismissive, despite the pain twisting his expression.

"I'll need that to get back to the Mantis, buddy." Cal tries to smile, but BD-1 picks up on the strain in the look. BD-1 releases a low whistle, hoping his friend understands how sorry the droid is that Cal is suffering.

Cal scrubs at his wound roughly, aiming to dislodge the grit stuck to it. BD-1 would refer to this as what he'd heard Greez call “painful to watch”, even if he, as a droid, can't experience pain in the same way a creature made of flesh and blood can.

It's almost careless, how Cal treats himself, like he wants to harm himself further. Cal's jaw is clenched tightly, he's not even looking at his leg any more.

BD-1 can't hold still any longer. He leaps forwards, pressing the top of his casing against the hand holding the cloth, asking his friend to please stop, pointing out that he's hurting himself. Cal's hand goes limp, coming to rest on top of BD, expression wide-eyed and nervous.

Cal sighs suddenly, almost annoyed, running his mud and blood streaked hand across his face. “Sorry BD, this,” he gestures around the cave vaguely, “is... it's putting me on edge. I'll be careful, promise.”

Slowly, BD-1 backs off, still ready to stop Cal if he zones out again.

Lighting the way for Cal again, BD-1 beeps sadly. The wound on Cal's leg looks raw, a lot more open than it was. Instead of picking up the cloth again, Cal pours more water across it. He takes a break to drink before, more carefully this time, brushing foreign objects out of the burn.

Cal works silently for a while before sighing tiredly and turning to BD-1. “What do you think BD?” he asks, gesturing at his leg.

The droid responds with one word: Bad.

Laughing, Cal lets his head fall back against the wet wall of the small cave. “Yeah, think you got that right.” BD-1 scans the wound just to be sure. It's far from sterile, still having dirt stuck to it and the blisters are openly weeping blood and serous fluid. On top of that, Cal's in obvious pain.

Pulling a roll of reusable bandaging, usually reserved for Cal's bad knee, out of his bag, Cal braces his foot against a rock to lift his thigh enough to wrap the dark blue fabric around the wound.

BD-1 watches his friends face more than he does the process of covering the burn, logging every flinch and pained frown in the folder of situations he's constantly trying to avoid.

Cal places his leg back down again when he's tucked the end of the bandage under the rest of his wrap job.

Shivering, Cal draws his good leg to his chest. The wind from outside occasionally whips into their cave, worsening Cal's discomfort. BD-1 worries about how cold Cal's getting.

When BD-1's certain Cal's finished with his leg, he carefully approaches. Cal quickly scoops him up, holding BD-1 firmly to his chest.

“This okay?” Cal asks, resting his cheek on top of BD-1's head. BD assures him that of course it is. Why would it not be? BD-1 won't break so easily.

“I'm sorry,” Cal says. Before BD-1 can ask why, his sensors pick up strange vibration from the Jedi's chest, followed by a shaky inhale.

Crying, Cal is crying.

BD-1's processors start working overtime to reason what could have cause his friend to react that way.

Did BD do something? Is it the pain? The droid starts suggesting Cal take a stim again, trying to wiggle from Cal's grip. Cal lets him go, cheek pressed against the knee of his good leg as he watches BD-1. He is indeed crying, tear tracks running across his face silently. He smiles at BD.

“S'not the pain. Just a stupid memory, nothing else.”

BD-1 crouches low to the ground, making questioning noises at Cal as the human shivers, likely both from the cold and the crying now. Cal shrugs.

“This just...,” Cal pauses to wipe at his face, “just reminds me of my first weeks on Bracca.” A weak laugh bursts from him. “Sounds even dumber when I say it out loud. You don't wanna hear this, best you reserve your charge and rest.” Cal talks about BD-1 like he sleeps too, which usually amuses the droid. Now, he's focused on other, more important things.

He rejects Cal's suggestion, making it clear that if Cal needs to talk, he should do so. BD-1 will listen, he's a good listener. He's also very good at talking, but that's not important at the moment. He can be a good listener for Cal right now, if that's what he needs.

Cal exhales slowly, turning his head away from BD-1, still supported by his leg. BD-1 can be silent too, if that's what Cal needs him to do. Talking isn't always the best option. The explorer droid is ready to settle down next to Cal when the human turns back to him.

“Bracca's not a great place to be a kid.” Cal speaks slowly, like he's thinking hard about every word he utters. “Doesn't help if you're fallin' apart at the seams cause your master just died in your arms.” A hollow, humourless laugh fills the cave, drowned out by lightning striking nearby. BD-1 hates the noise.

“That- That's besides the point anyway. What I was trying to say was, I didn't have anywhere to go on Bracca. Had nothing but my Master's lightsaber on me, which did kriff all to keep me fed and dry.”

Cal pauses, pulling the hood of his poncho back up as more wind invades their shelter. For a moment he hesitates, then he places his hand on BD-1's head tentatively. The droid leans into the contact, hoping it brings his friend some comfort.

“Nights on Bracca were cold and wet too. Even had a burn wound similar to this at the time.” He gestures at his leg before pointing at the scar running from his neck up onto his right cheek. Cal sighs. “I'm not a little kid any more. Hate feeling like I'm back there.”

BD-1 whistles in sympathy. He tries to tell Cal that he's not alone any more, that BD will stick with him no matter what. That gets a genuine smile out of Cal.

“Yeah, guess you're right again. Thanks, buddy.” Cal hesitates again. “Mind if I hold you again? I'll try not to cry on you if it bothers you.”

BD-1 argues against Cal's statement. He doesn't care, he just doesn't want Cal to feel lonely again, to be hurting more than he already is.

BD probably can't feel lonely, not like a human does, not like Cal did when he crashed on Bracca, but his time alone on Bogano, not sure what happened to his memory, only knowing he was missing something, BD-1 had certainly felt alone then.

If Cal experienced the same, just so much worse, BD-1 can estimate how bad he felt, even if he could never fully understand.

Cal picks BD back up. The droid going still in his arms as to not catch any of the humans skin or clothes in his joints. BD-1 hums low enough that Cal can barely hear him, but he's certain the human can feel the slight movement against his cheek.

He wasn't built to comfort anyone, he's just supposed to be a tool for exploration, an easy method to store maps and data. But BD-1 will try to be more than he was built to be, for his new friend.

The storm rages on constantly, even long after Cal's stopped crying quietly and has fallen into a restless sleep. BD-1 wonders how the noise isn't keeping him awake, but guesses that is something to do with Braccs as well. A lot of Cal's problems seem to tie back to that.

By the time the storm has past, Cal wakes feeling stiff and sore, neck hurting from how he'd used BD-1 as a pillow. Cal's shaking too, likely a mix of the cold and pain. His burnt leg is worse, Cal can barely even move it. In the end, he has to take a stim just to get out of the cave.

The way back to the Mantis isn't any better, Cal limping despite the stims help. BD-1 only feels calm again once they're safely back in the ship. He stays close as Cere insists on checking over the burn, Cal's hand rarely leaving BD-1's casing. In fact, Cal refuses to let BD-1 go the entire time until he's collapsed in his bunk.

There, the Jedi curls around the droid, thick blanket drawn around his shoulders. BD-1 doesn't mind in the slightest. He'll have to charge at some point, but for now, his priority is keeping Cal comfortable.

And as little as BD can actually do, it seems to be enough for the human, and that's something BD-1 can live with.

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teesy738 · 8 days ago

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Up Before Sunrise

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65036962

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Pairing: Wrecker/Trans man OC

Word Count: ~950

Wrecker wakes up after having an fairly sultry dream. He decides to take matters into his own hands.

This takes place near the beginning of chapter 14 of my other fic My Only Sunshine.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62419963/chapters/159731008

You don't HAVE to read it to read this, but this does involve an OC that's established in my other fic, and there's a mention of a scene that happens in it.

Wrecker felt so cozy lying in bed, snuggled under the blankets. He wrapped his arms tighter around the smaller man sharing his bed. His skin was so warm and soft. He opened his eyes and looked down at the long red hair and grey tattooed skin. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Morning Sunshine,” Al’lo said as he turned his head to look up at Wrecker with those beautiful blue eyes. Wrecker could lose himself in those eyes.

“Mornin’,” he responded, leaning down for a kiss.

Al’lo put his hand on the back of Wrecker’s head, urging him to deepen the kiss. Wrecker obliged, opening his mouth when he felt Al’lo’s tongue brush against his lip. They moaned in unison as their tongues met. Al’lo took Wrecker’s hand and pulled in down between his spread legs.

“Kriff,” Wrecker whimpered. “You’re already so wet. What’s been on your mind, huh?” He could feel himself getting hard. He rubbed the bundle of nerves above Al’lo’s entrance, the noises made in response were intoxicating. Al’lo pushed down on Wrecker’s hand, signaling that he wanted his fingers in him. “So impatient,” Wrecker teased. He positioned his fingers at Al’lo’s wet and ready entrance and…

Promptly woke up.

Wrecker groaned. He was alone in his bed on Pabu, twisted in his sheets. His two stuffies had been knocked to the floor. Had be been rolling around in his sleep that much? The light from the sun was barely touching the horizon. Soon his chrono would go off and he’d have to get up and get ready for work. He wanted to go back to sleep and finish his dream. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d dreamt of something so sultry.

He figured it was best to just start his day, however when he sat up he couldn’t help but notice that he was standing at attention, as it were. The dream apparently had more of an effect on him than he thought. He debated with himself if he should deal with it now or just let it calm down. Since he and Crosshair worked together his brother was most likely going to be getting up soon as well. Wrecker didn’t want to deal with the awkward teasing if things didn’t settle.

He laid back down and reached under his waistband. This would just be easier. He grabbed his erection and started pumping it, letting out a sigh. Usually when he took care of these sorts of needs he’d just empty his mind and enjoy the pleasure, but his time his mind kept drifting back to his dream. He kept picturing Al’lo naked before him. It made his cock twitch. He knew what it felt like to hold him in bed. Not intentionally, but he was still grateful for the memory. He knew what he smelled like, what his lips felt like. He wanted to feel more. He sped up, letting out a quiet whine.

He imagined himself inserting his finger into Al’lo’s ready hole, making the Shadish man moan so deliciously as he stretched his opening. Al’lo would beg for a second, and eventually a third, rocking his hips in rhythm with Wrecker’s hand, Wrecker using his thumb to rub Al’lo’s nub. Al’lo would plead with him to move his fingers faster, and Wrecker would happily oblige and increase his pace, pulling more lewd sounds from his partner’s throat. He’d be determined to make him come. To give him bliss, and to ready him for Wrecker’s girth. He could almost hear the obscene noises the natural lubricant would make, the sounds of Al’lo crying out in ecstasy. His walls would clamp down on Wrecker’s fingers as he reached his zenith. Wrecker clapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his own moan.

Al’lo would climb on top; at least Wrecker figured he would. He seemed like the kind of guy who’d want to be on top. He’d press his wet entrance against Wrecker’s throbbing cock and roll his hips, slicking up the hard member, before lifting up his hips and impaling himself. Wrecker’s hips thrust into his fist as his eyes rolled back. The idea of his cock being engulfed in Al’lo’s heat was almost enough to push him over the edge.

In his mind he watched Al’lo bounce up and down on him, eyes rolling back as he moaned so erotically. Wrecker would take hold of his hips and start thrusting up to match the movements. Wrecker could feel himself getting close. He imagined himself rolling Al’lo onto his back, hooking his legs onto Wrecker’s shoulders, and fucking him into the mattress. Al’lo would scream, swear and beg for more, clawing at the sheets as he was given exactly what he wanted. What he needed. The look of pure pleasure on his face would probably be better than what Wrecker was imagining now.

He panted into his palm as he could feel himself about to explode. He removed his hand from his mouth and quickly grabbed a tissue from his bedside table, using it to cover his tip as he released thick, white ropes of cum into it. It took every ounce of self-control to stay as quiet as he could. He worried if he bit his lip he’d cause it to bleed, and didn’t want to have to explain that later.

His muscles relaxed. His mind cleared. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was wrong of him to jerk off to thoughts of Al’lo. He didn’t even know the state of their relationship. They’d only shared one kiss, and a brief one at that. He sighed as he got out of bed. A bit late to be worrying about that now.

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