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

A wet sound made it to his ears that Jason knew anywhere, John was slicking up his dick. Jason’s breath hitched on his anticipation. The first bump of John’s slippery crown against his ass made him tingle all over, he wanted it so bad.


John spilt him wide with a steady, unrelenting push inside his hole. It was blistering hot and solid, and Jason couldn’t hold in the moan of relief as his lover seated himself, every inch felt and he convulsed around it. John didn’t stop until they were flush with each other, skin pressed to sweaty skin and Jason hooked his legs across the back of John’s thighs to trap him there.


Brutal fingers closed over his wrists and the tethers of the bag together. Jason held no doubt the waffle pattern of the straps would be impressed on his arms for a while after they were done, John held him that hard. For a second, they breathed in tandem, panted from the sensation.


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