14 Dec 1999



 

Dedication: For Hal and JeDIGuRL. 



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"Oops," Wedge said, looking down at the broken hydro-spare on the floor.  

"I'm so damn clumsy."  His voice was just a touch louder than it needed to be.



Luke shot him a look.  "Antilles, that's the third part you've broken today."



"Sorry."



"Don't be sorry, just quit doing it.  It's not like we have resources to

waste."



"I *said* I was sorry."  Wedge picked up the hydro-spare and inspected the 

damage.  "It's fixable."  He headed back to the storage bins to get another

spare.



As he bent over the bin, he felt a sudden pressure against his body.

//Oh-oh// he thought.  //I've been a naughty boy...//



"Would you mind," Luke purred into his ear, "telling me what the hell is

up with you lately?"



Wedge could feel his friend's hips nestled against his ass, and the

beginnings of a promising erection.  He pressed back against Luke, and 

said "Duct tape."



"Duct tape?"



"Duct tape.  Clingy.  From when you taped me to that chair.  Can't get

it off my fingers.  Making me clum--eeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"  His words ended in

a yelp as Luke yanked him backwards and gripped his cock firmly through

the maintenance jumper.



"Duct tape, hmm?"



Wedge squeaked.



Luke spun him around and pushed him against a wall.  "I don't have any

duct tape this time," he whispered.  "But then, I don't really *need*

any, do I?"



"Uh," Wedge replied, his brain shutting down as Luke's callused hand

moved in a slow massage over his erection.  //Hello.  Welcome to

the party.  Meet Luke's hand.  His very warm, very skilful

hand...// 



"Hm.  Spanking you has failed to stop you from shenanigans on missions;

docking your pay has failed to stop you from hot-dogging during

practice; taking away your leave time has failed to stop you from

mouthing off at me every chance you get."



"Yes, sir.  Sorry, sir."



"I wonder what fucking your brains out will do?"  Wedge felt the hand

squeeze gently, then let go.  "Nope," Luke said.  "That--" and

then he kissed Wedge's ear--"will have to wait for you to do

something very good indeed."



Wedge whimpered.



"I think I'll stick with spanking," Luke said, and the older pilot

barely had time to brace himself before the first stinging slap

landed, hard and sharp through the layers of fabric.  He leaned

against the wall, shaking, waiting for the next--and the next--and the

next....



When it was over, Luke kissed his ear again.  "You know, Antilles, if

you want my attention, you don't have to misbehave to get it.  All 

you have to do, you idiot, is ask."



Wedge drew in a stuttering breath, then leaned his head against the

wall.  "OK.  Next time, I'll ask."



"Good."



"If."



"If?"



"If next time, you remember the duct tape."





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The End