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My Bounty	By : typoking Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: A Lazy Afternoon

Though he would never admit it out loud, Boba was a little concerned when he left Nar Shaddaa for the first time since Janic had moved in with him. He'd spent a few days helping the vigilante settle in, but before long he had a new bounty to hunt offworld. One week later and a few thousand credits richer, Boba Fett returned to Nar Shaddaa to check up on his new roommate. When he entered his apartment, helmet tucked under one arm, Boba had been expecting any number of scenarios: Would he find Janic gone? Would there be a massive mess? Would he be waiting for him on his bed, naked and begging to be fucked? Would the vigilante have lain a trap for him, finally having decided that the bounty hunter had outlived his usefulness? ("You have trust issues, Fett." That voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Dona teased.) All of these possibilities and more raced through Boba's head as he opened the door to his apartment... and every single one of them was wrong.
At first glance, the apartment seemed completely unchanged, it wasn't until Boba had moved into the lounge did he see what Janic had done...
The cushions of the sofas had been removed and placed between them to build some sort of structure. The vidscreen was on but paused, displaying the opening to some show that Boba didn't recognize. Brows furrowed, the bounty hunter was about to seek out the vigilante and demand an explanation when he heard shuffling behind him.
"Fett? You're back already?"
Turning around, Boba saw Janic standing in the entrance to the kitchen wearing the light shirt and slacks Boba had helped him purchase before leaving, a large bowl filled with some kind of purple chips in his hands. The bounty hunter cocked an eyebrow "What exactly is this?" he said, gesturing to the structure made from the cushions of his sofas.
Janic had the decency to look embarrassed, averting his eyes as a faint blush dusted his cheeks "It's... it's a pillow fort..."
Boba blinked "A what?"
"A pillow fort." Janic repeated, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I built a pillow fort."
The bounty hunter narrowed his eyes "Why?"
The vigilante looked down at the bowl of chips in his hands, eyes darkening "When... when I was little my dad and I would build one and sit inside it watching vids from offworld. With nothing to really do I decided to... I don't know... reminisce?"
Boba frowned, this was the first time Janic had mentioned either of his parents. "And the chips?" he was fairly certain he didn't have that in his cabinet.
Janic shrugged, "The people of Vapor Town are still sending me money as thanks. Without having to spend it on repairs or necessities, I decided to indulge a little..." the vigilante looked back up at Boba and held out the bowl. "Want some?"
Boba raised his eyebrows, taken aback by the offer. "What?"
Pulling the bowl back, Janic shrugged "I was just wondering if you wanted to join me."
Boba scowled, he was the deadliest bounty hunter in the galaxy; he did not sit around in... cushion constructs or whatever it was. He had a reputation to protect. "No." Boba said flatly, turning around and marching towards the stairs that led to his room. "And I expect the cushions to be back on the couches by the time I come back down."
"Are you sure?"
Something in Janic's voice made Boba pause with one foot on the steps. It sounded... small and... sad? Slowly, the bounty hunter turned around to face the vigilante. Was he... pouting? He was! Ado Janic was giving the infamous Boba Fett the most pathetic, wide-eyed pout he could muster!
And it was working!
"Fine! Fine!" Boba grumbled "I'll join you in your stupid thing! Just let me change out of my armor first."
Janic's pout instantly vanished, replaced with one of the biggest, shit-eating grins Boba had ever seen. "Really? Thanks!"
Boba glared at the vigilante "You've been hanging around Dona I see."
If it was possible, Janic's grin grew bigger "She said that would work on you."
Shaking his head, Boba marched up the steps, muttering (to his eternal mortification) "You're lucky you're cute."
Once he'd changed out of his armor, Boba came downstairs to see Janic lying on his stomach inside the opening of the fort facing the screen, the remote in one hand and the bowl of chips sat in front of him. On seeing the bounty hunter, Janic grinned and patted the spot next to him. Still grumbling, Boba (totally reluctantly) came over and joined the vigilante. The floor inside of the structure was covered in smaller pillows and blankets, likely from the spare bedding that was kept in a closet somewhere in the apartment.
I'll have to wash them now, Boba noted with annoyance.
As he laid down next to Janic, Boba pulled the bowl of chips over to himself and nabbed one, stuffing it into his mouth. The chip was surprisingly sweet, almost fruity, but there was still the standard saltiness he was used to. "So you used to do this with your dad, huh?" Boba asked after swallowing.
Janic nodded, looking wistful "Yeah, it was sort of our thing. We'd did this every weekend until I had to leave for the Academy." The vigilante looked down at his hands "We, uh... we did it once more after I graduated, during my leave before I got sent to my first posting."
So you were some kind of soldier, Boba mused, but didn't say anything. This was the most Janic had ever talked about his past and the bounty hunter's curiosity was too great to spoil it.
However, instead of elaborating, Janic turned to look at the bounty hunter, violet eyes glinting with curiosity. "What about you? Did your dad ever do something like this with you?"
Boba snorted at the thought. "My dad was more the type to teach a toddler how to shoot a gun than build..."
"Pillow forts." Janic supplied
"...yeah, that." Boba stared at the screen, trying to picture he and his father doing something so... quaint.
"What about your mom?" Janic asked, drawing the bounty hunter's attention. "Did she ever do something like this with you?"
An image of Zam and Taun We appeared in his mind, but Boba dismissed it, despite being prominent in his early life, neither of those women had been particularly motherly. "I don't have one."
"Oh," Janic looked away "Sorry." After a moment he turned back to the bounty hunter "Do you mind if I ask what happened to her?"
Boba snorted "Nothing, she never existed." On seeing the confused look Janic gave him, Boba added "I'm a clone."
Janic's eyes widened "They can do that?"
Boba glared incredulously at the other man. What kind of backwater did you grow up in? "Yes," he drawled "yes they can do that."
Janic frowned, noticing the bounty hunter's tone "What? Did I say something wrong?"
Boba sighed "You failed your galactic history class didn't you?"
Janic fidgeted, looking away "They... they didn't teach us galactic history."
Boba blinked, not expecting that. "Oh." Feeling uncomfortable, he decided to change the subject. "What about yours?"
Janic looked back at him. "My what?"
"Your mom."
"Oh," the vigilante winced "She was... there... sometimes. Mostly she looked after my sisters with the other moms."
Boba realized that he'd only gone and made the other man even more uncomfortable (and a small part of him wondered why he cared) and decided to try changing the subject again. "So what are we watching?"
The grin was back on Janic's face as hit play on the remote and the opening sequence began. "You'll see. Now quiet, the show's starting."
The "show" was some old, Republic-era crime drama set on Coruscant. It was filled to the brim with bland characters, predictable plot twists, and a gross misunderstanding of the legal system. He'd vocalized his displeasure plenty of times, but Janic was either completely oblivious or deliberately ignoring him to enjoy the poor bounty hunter's suffering (and honestly, he wouldn't have been surprised with either one of those scenarios). To Boba's dismay, once the episode had finally crawled and dragged its way to its boring conclusion, another one started right up. By the time that one was almost done, Boba felt like clawing his eyes from their sockets and pulling his brain out through his ears.
Suddenly, an idea popped into the bounty hunter's head. He and Janic were laying here in this cozy little space, awfully close. "You know..." Boba leaned against Janic and suggestively whispered against his ear. "I can think of something far better to d-"
"Shh," Janic interrupted, catching the bounty hunter off-guard "He's about to confess!"
Shoulders slumping, Boba grumbled and grabbed a pillow. Resting his chin on it, the bounty hunter resigned himself to a boring afternoon of poorly written, inaccurate crime dramas.
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Boba didn't remember when he'd fallen asleep. Likely at some point the sheer inanity of what he was watching on screen had overloaded his brain and rendered him comatose. When he openedhis eyes, Boba noticed that it was now dark out; he must have been asleep for a while. He was lying on his side within the pillow fort. The vidscreen was still playing in the background, though thankfully at a low volume. Sleepily, Boba noticed the now empty chip bowl by his head. He was about to get up and take the bowl back to the kitchen when he felt breath on the back of his neck.
His tired mind registered that a strong, muscular arm was wrapped around his chest and a warm body was pressed flush against his back. Janic... Boba realized belatedly. The vigilante was spooning him.
Boba was tempted to get up (he should get up, a small part of his mind shrieked) but found he didn't have the energy, exhaustion finally catching up to him. The bounty hunter had been working hard for a whole week and now he wanted nothing more than to just sleep his weariness away. The fact that being curled up in the vigilante's arms felt surprisingly... nice, wasn't helping. As if sensing Boba's hesitation, Janic shifted, arm tightening around the bounty hunter and his face burrowing into Boba's hair, murmuring something unintelligible in his sleep. A faint warmth filled his chest and Boba's mind was made up. Closing his eyes, Boba allowed the steady rhythm of Janic's breathing drown out that part of him screaming at the bounty hunter to get up, slowly lulling him back into the warm embrace of slumber.
Pressing himself a little tighter against Janic's warmth, Boba was unaware of the smile that graced his lips...
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