NSFW DJCom Fics

Shower

Commander really didn't know how this was going to work out.

The base was running low on water, and the only way to conserve it was "duo showering". Of course, Commander had been paired up with the one person he dreaded being paired with: his crush, DJ. That meant he'd be in an enclosed space. Naked. With DJ.

...Oh god he's so screwed.

He knew DJ would probably take up most of the room considering his body size and muscles, but he also knew that Commander himself would as well (for different reasons). So based on that, Commander could safely assume that they were going to be tightly squeezed together.

His nervous thoughts clashed against one another as he made his way to the washrooms with DJ trailing behind him. Commander was pretty sure DJ didn't care as much as he did. He still had that goofy, nonchalant expression on his face as they walked.

However, in DJ's mind, he almost wanted to pinch himself to check if he was dreaming or not. Out of all the things that DJ expected from joining the military, he certainly didn't expect this. Originally he expected to be paired with someone of a smaller figure like Paintballer. But it seemed like fate had different plans. Well... not that DJ was complaining. If anything, he was kinda thankful he got Commander as his partner. As much as he didn't want to admit it, DJ did have a crush on the guy.

Each step closer to the bathrooms made DJ's heart pound in growing excitement. He skillfully hid the giddiness in his expression, something he learned from his time in Commander's team.

Before Commander could reach for the washroom door, DJ pushed himself in front of the man and opened it for him. Commander stepped back a bit in surprise. DJ saluted jokingly with a teasing smile on his lips. "After you, sir," he said, opening the door further.

Commander scoffed softly, amusement tainting his features for just a glimpse. The cool air of the bathroom washed over Commander, making him shudder. Thankfully, the room was empty. That saved him from the extra humiliation.

Now comes the painful part...

"Let's get this over with," Commander said with his fingers already hooked through the belt loops of his dress pants.

He already accepted that there was no way out of this situation, so he swallowed his pride and began to strip. He tried to ignore the obvious stare of DJ (who, for some reason, was taking his sweet time with getting undressed).

Commander rid himself of his boxers last, planning on quickly covering up before DJ saw anything. He sucked in a breath and slipped off the last piece of clothing. Almost automatically, he quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, concealing everything. DJ fought back a smirk at Commander's bashfulness.

Giving DJ some privacy, Commander turned his head to the side. DJ stifled a laugh at that. 'He's acting like we aren't going to have to see each other's bodies,' DJ thought as he absentmindedly pulled off his shirt. "You can look, Comm," he said. Commander glanced back at DJ and almost gasped. Jesus Christ. This guy was ripped! "You look a bit red." DJ eyed Commander's pink face.

Commander cleared his throat. "Really? It's just kinda hot in here. That's all," he excused himself. Internally, Commander was yelling at himself. 'That is quite possibly the worst excuse you could've made.' He cringed.

DJ didn't look all too convinced. "Huh. I thought it was a little chilly," he hummed, already beginning to work on his jeans. Commander swallowed thickly.

The second DJ dropped his pants, Commander couldn't stop himself from gaping. 'Holy motherfucking shit,' Commander thought. 'DJ is huge. Who would've guessed?'