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Thrawn had a certain smell. Not always but often and sometimes quite strong. It was the smell of lavender and citrus with just a hint of something earthy. Eli wondered if all Chiss smelled like Thrawn or if it was just a smell unique to him. Eli had to admit the smell had grown on him, he liked it quite a bit. At first it was a bit cloying and strange for him. But now, it was all Thrawn. He associated it with Thrawn and enjoyed it when he caught a whiff as Thrawn passed by.
Thrawn would smell most like himself after a battle or stressful situation. Eli assumed it was the smell of sweat or his cologne reacting to adrenaline. After a battle it was Eli's favorite thing to smell. It relaxed him and made him feel safe. He would find himself finding ways to be close to Thrawn in these situations. Leaning in extra close in the post battle briefings. Always being the one to bring the reports to his office, the smell thick in the air as he handed them over.
Eli wanted to ask about it, was it a moisturizer, a body wash? Eli had scoped out Thrawn's bathing products back when they roomed together and they were all military issue. Eli had just learned to not think too much into it and enjoy it.
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The battle had been long and rough. They had lost three TIE fighters. All good pilots and good men. The resistance had been giving the seventh fleet a hard time lately and Thrawn had been spending more time in his office. He often caught Thrawn's smell on the breeze as he passed by. Thrawn was stressed. Eli knew this battle would be no exception.
He had given Thrawn the after battle report. They had discussed the situation in the bridge ready room. Thrawn had retreated to this office and normally Eli would retire as well. To take a shower, unwind, read a book. Today he decided to check in on Thrawn. They were friends before colleagues and Eli was concerned.
Eli buzzed his presence at Thrawn's office door. There was no answer. Thrawn always answered and Eli had even used his personal code so Thrawn would know who was outside. It was not like Thrawn to ignore the door with Eli outside. Eli felt a frizzle of worry up his spine. He was sure Thrawn was ok but, what if he was doing that thing where he hyper focused and forgot about all other things. It was not healthy. Eli overrode the door and let himself in.
Thrawn was not behind this desk and the holo's were off. Eli felt that frizzle of fear up his spine grow stronger. "Thrawn," he called softly.
The office was dark but the fresher's light was on. Eli approached the door. He walked gingerly, the darkness making him feel a need for quiet. He peeked around the door and what he saw made him swallow a gasp and whip his head back around. Eli couldn't have possibly seen what he thought he had. Eli took another peek and yes, that was exactly what he had seen.
Thrawn stood before the toilet. His pants were down around his knees, caught on his high boots. Pooled around the tops of them. His tunic was discarded, his strong blue arms on display. The muscles working as he stroked over his thick cock. His arms bulged as he worked himself. A sheen of sweat glistening on his hard deltoids.
His cock was long and girthy, wet with precome. A slicked noise could be heard as his hand moved over it. His hair had come out of its smoothed back appearance. A few strands fell over his forehead, as his body shook with the effort of moving his hand, fast faster over his own cock. One hand had been cupping his balls but he moved this hand to the wall, bracing himself, as he sped up, his hand a blur on his cock.
With a grunt he came, aiming himself into the toilet with perfect accuracy. Thick ropes of ejaculate splashing into the bowl. His body tense then relaxing. His head hung down as he leaned into the wall. Eli was transfixed. Then he smelled a familiar smell, heavy in the air, more pungent and fresh then he had ever smelled it before. Eli suddenly saw his last eight years with Thrawn in a new light. The smell, stronger in times of stress. Thrawn always appearing so relaxed as he brushed past Eli, smelling of lavender and citrus.
Eli turned around and fled Thrawn's office, his cock hard between his legs. It took him halfway to his quarters before he remembered with a jolt; Thrawn's datastream logged who entered his office and the time they did so.
Eli was fucked.