All thought flew from Reth’s mind. His body
was a raw nerve, pulsing with Xan’s tuneless song. One hand
encircled Reth’s dick, the other rubbed low on his trembling
stomach, as those wide lips kissed his cockhead. A fevered tongue
swirled around his sensitive tip, tickling him, and Xan struck a
steady rhythm that worked Reth’s foreskin up and down his thick
length. Reth’s fingers were numb from the hold he had on his chair.
When Xan took his entire cock between those wide lips of his, Reth
raised up off the seat, shoving deep into Xan’s damp, hot
mouth.
Xan pulled back, letting Reth slip from his
mouth but at the last second, his lips clamped down to keep Reth’s
tip inside. His tongue fondled the flared head as he massaged
Reth’s dick, tracing the slit that split the underside, sucking the
juice from his shaft. The hand fisted around his length stroked up
and down. The fingers kneaded him harder, guiding him toward
release. Reth hovered on the brink of orgasm, unwilling to come,
but the hand milking him, the tongue suckling him, the ardent mouth
hungry for him, the night and the party and the flood of memories
all conspired to set him off. He came in an explosive rush that
gagged an unsuspecting Xan, who sputtered a moment before
swallowing
“God,” Reth gasped, spent. He sank lower in
his chair, his whole body as limp and empty as his flaccid
dick.
Xan wiped a hand across his mouth but didn’t
manage to erase his grin. “I should’ve done that months
ago.”
Silently, Reth agreed.
Starlight shone in Xan’s eyes with a wicked
gleam. “I followed you here,” he admitted.
Reth roused himself. “What?”
The confusion on his face only widened Xan’s
grin. “I knew where you were going. They gave us a tour this
morning, before the crew came on board. Gave us ID cards, too.
Coded and ready to rumble, so to speak.”
Reth’s blurry mind reeled. Wait, did that
mean…
“This is just like the rec deck back at the
Academy.” Reaching into a pocket on his flight suit, Xan extracted
an ID card and held it out so Reth could see his own picture
staring back. Hiscard, there in Xan’s hand, meant that
someone else’scard was in the room’s slot outside. Someone
else was running this scenario, not Reth. “You don’t know how many
times I hacked into that system just for kicks.”
Reth felt trapped in that starry gaze. Xan’s
smile never faded as he raised his voice to call out, “Sim four
five niner.”
Beneath Reth, the chair spread out into a
soft bunk covered with thick blankets. The headrest morphed into a
pillow beneath his head. The flight deck console disappeared,
replaced with the smooth contours and flowing design of the ship’s
living quarters. The window shrank to a tiny hole through which
stars twinkled like dew. Struggling to sit up, Reth frowned at the
bedroom he found himself in. “What the…”
Anyone created by the game was just a
simulated character, nothing more. They had no control over the
computer, no authority to change the setting or the action or
anything about the game. Only living beings could do that. Which
meant…
Reth scrambled to cover himself. “No.”
Suddenly Xan was there, beside him on the
bed. Before Reth could unhook his briefs from behind his balls, Xan
caught his wrists and held his hands together, cuffed by his own.
He lay down alongside Reth, who backed up against the wall but
found himself trapped. Despite that fact, his body began to respond
to Xan’s closeness again. His cock twitched when Xan’s leg brushed
Reth’s crotch.
Reth imagined Xan flipping him onto his
stomach, ripping his flight suit away, raising his ass in the air
and diving deep inside, parting him with mouth and hands and cock.
The thought made Reth weak, and an unconscious whimper escaped his
throat. One thought rolled through his head as he stared into Xan’s
dark eyes. Please.
Aloud, he managed, “I don’t—”
Xan silenced him with a kiss. Reth’s own
juices on Xan’s lips took his breath away. “Can I just tell you?”
Xan murmured, his words mere breath between them. “Back at
graduation? You scared the shit out of me.”
His eyes were bright, pinning Reth in their
stare. “Me?” he asked, incredulous. There was nothing scary about
him, nothing this valiant flyboy beside him needed to fear.
“Why?”
With a shrug that settled his body closer to
Reth’s, Xan admitted, “I don’t know. I’d never—I mean, I
wasn’t…”
He shrugged again, then burrowed nearer, his
hands covering Reth’s. “It was cool when we were just fooling
around, you know? Then you invited me upstairs, and suddenly we
went from fun to serious in two milliseconds flat.” Xan kissed him
again, trying to smooth Reth’s frown away. “I was afraid of getting
too attached to you too fast,” he whispered. “Afraid of getting
hurt.”
“You hurt me,” Reth pointed out. He
tried to sound angry but couldn’t, tried to move away from Xan’s
insistent touch and couldn’t. “Funny as that may seem to
you—”
“No.” Xan kissed Reth’s fingertips and shook
his head, his hair tickling Reth’s face. “I’m so sorry. Why do you
think I followed you? I just want—”
“What?” Reth snapped. I just want your
mouth on me again,he added silently, but he wasn’t about to
admit it. Instead, he shook his hands free from Xan’s and demanded,
“Just what is it you want from me, Xan?”
Those sparkling eyes widened, those lips
curving into a slow, sweet smile. Xan leaned forward to claim a
quick kiss before Reth brushed him away. “I want whatever it was
you had in mind that night we first met,” he whispered. “Do you
remember?”
Now Reth sighed. “How could I forget?”
A strong hand trailed down his chest, picking
at the hem of his undershirt before fisting around his semi-erect
cock. “Then show me,” Xan breathed. “Show me why you invited me to
your room in the first place. I was wrong to leave you like that,
and I won’t do it again, honest. I want this—” He gave Reth’s dick
a gentle squeeze that sent pleasure shattering through him. “I want
you. If you’ll still have me. Please…”
Reth reached out and ran a hand through Xan’s
thick hair. It felt as heavy and full and alive as he’d always
imagined it would. With his hand on the back of Xan’s head, he
pulled the man to him until their lips met. Reth’s words were only
shapes that left themselves imprinted on Xan’s mouth. “I told you
I’d wait.”
* * * *
Reth had his hands full with the Kressl run.
At some point since the last time the ship’s maps had been updated,
a small moon had disintegrated just south of Bellisle, leaving an
asteroid belt strewn across space like debris lining a busy
highway. It took every waking hour to plot and re-plot the ship’s
course. More than once, he had to call down to the gunnery to
request clearance. Some of the damn asteroids were just too big to
outmaneuver.
Not that Reth needed an excuse to page Xan to
the depths of the ship.
By the third day of tedious navigation, the
asteroid field was clear. Sensing an impending end to his shift,
Reth pressed the intercom button that would patch him through to
the gunners below. With a faint push, he turned his navigator’s
chair away from the bridge for a little privacy and pressed a
forefinger against his earpod to capture the full pleasure of Xan’s
laugh.
When it came, it sent a shiver of delight
down Reth’s spine that coalesced into a small sun at his groin.
“Hey there, sexy,” Xan purred. He sounded close enough to touch,
and Reth unconsciously gripped the arm of his chair to keep his
fingers from straying elsewhere. “Any more balls you want me to
bust up there for you?”
Reth’s grin slipped into his voice. “I’ve got
a pair of balls for you,” he teased. “Meet me in the simdeck at
1900 hours.”
“That’s only five minutes from now,” Xan
pointed out. “I can’t leave here just yet.”
“Why not?” Reth asked. “I’ll make it worth
your while.”
He heard Xan’s sharp intake of breath and
could easily imagine the look on the gunner’s face, torn between
duty and desire. Finally, a lusty sigh filled Reth’s ear that made
him laugh. “I gotta make it quick.”
“So you’re coming?” Reth prompted.
Xan’s laugh curled through him. “Damn, lover
boy. I’m already there.”