Tylar Daire is the navigator on a space mission whose focus is to discover a cure for a mysterious illness killing colonists on Terra. The crew consists of the captain, a soldier for protection, a scientist to study the virus, Tylar himself, and hot-shot ace pilot Rion Z'ev. From the moment Tylar and Rion meet, sparks fly. They try their best to keep their growing relationship from the others, but when they're alone on the bridge during the day, or holed away in the sleeping quarters at night, they can't keep their hands off each other.<br><br>Soldier Jareth is an old friend of Tylar's. When he begins to suspect he's caught the virus they're trying to cure, he swears Tylar to secrecy. But Jareth gets worse, until he can't hide it any more, and he collapses out in the field. Will the crew be able to defeat the virus, or is it too late to save them all?

Navigator's Log

his dick in my hand, mine in his, we worked at each other until we


were both hard and poking through the open zippers, like divining


rods pointing toward ecstasy. I wanted to slide off the chair and


onto the floor, take his length in my mouth and lick down his shaft


with my tongue, toy with the swollen knob on the end until he came


in me, crying my name. But when I tried to move, he held on and


moaned, thrusting into him, as I kept up the same rhythm on his own


erection. Our weeping dicks brushed against each other with


something akin to pain only much, much sweeter. I breathed into his


mouth and licked his chin, his jaw, his earlobe, as I humped his


that left us both damp with sweat and too breathless to speak. My


hand was slick with his juices, and he licked mine off his own


Chapter 8