When contact is lost with Mission Control, Commander John Dennington isn’t overly concerned. Such hiccups in communication are common. The first inkling of the larger problem occurs when he sees the very shape of the world change before his eyes.<br><br>John must ease his crew into a new mission and keep the Station together by any means necessary. The crew jeopardizes their chances by fighting his orders, but Jason Weiss, his mission specialist and the light of his life, makes John’s situation more bearable.<br><br>The smallest malfunction to Station or crew would spell the end for six astronauts trapped high above a ruined Earth. It’s their mission to carry on. Random chance of the universe hasn’t operated in their favor so far, but John is determined to see them all safely home.

Expedition 63 Book 1: Dusk

The cock he’d latched on to pulsed and jerked against his tongue, alive with its own mind, it seemed. The deep purple flush around the base told him more about John’s control than anything, so Jason took him back down and sucked with everything he had. He wanted his lover’s come. He wanted John to lose his composure, give him a brief moment of pleasure before they had to go back to their task, and back to the crew.


He had to wrap an arm around the back of John’s thighs when he tried to buck in Jason’s hold. If he gagged now, it’d kill the moment and Jason wasn’t having any of that. He inched back, and set his rhythm in shallow, slow dives, his tongue busier than his lips.


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