My Space Soap Opera! Ch19 (Kevin/Nick & Lance/Justin)
My Space Soap Opera! Chapter 19
By David/blueboxers
Pairing(s): Kevin/Nick, Lance/Justin
beta'd by None - all mistakes are my own... Sadly.
A/N: No plot, nor rhyme, nor reason. No real arc at this moment. I'm just putting some ideas down as I go. Oops, for got to post this in my own lj last night.
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17
18 | 19
Chapter 19
The Independent Spirit Docked at Jinx Station, Cargo Bay Two:
Justin grunted as he helped Brian load another heavy crate onto the waiting transport cart. He was tired and the sweat made his white tank top cling to his chest. He was sweating in places that made him wish he wasn't wearing leather pants at that moment. "Why isn't AJ doing this?"
"Because, if AJ knew we were transporting Palmer Ale, he would have drank it all by now," Brian strained as he tried not to drop the crate on their feet. He really didn't want Justin helping, but Lance was the only one who could lift one of these with ease and where Lance goes Justin has to go.
Lance had already moves twice as many as Brian and Justin had. Lance didn't need any help lifting the ale thanks to his alien DNA. One hand on opposite sides was enough for him to move a crate. He didn't even break a sweat. He hoped Justin wouldn't be too tired for some fun later. Although, Lance had a lot of fun while Justin was asleep before.
"These will help pay to repair at least one airlock." Brian helped lower the last crate before wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead. He wanted some of the security to help load the crates, but didn't want anyone tipping AJ off. By the time he got a team to escort the cargo, it would be too late for AJ to commandeer any ale. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to shower and change before delivering these."
Lance watched Brian leave, and then looked over at his sweaty lover. Justin was exhausted, laid out on a crate marked fragile, tank top pulled off, and coated in sweat. Lance couldn't help the smile from forming on his face as he stalked over to Justin. "I thought he'd never leave."
Justin was just too exhausted to feel Lance approaching. His chest and stomach slowly raised and fell with each breath. He was the unsuspecting and vulnerable prey. Lance really liked him this way.
Lance grabbed him by the waist and flipped him over face down. He barely gasped in surprise when Lance yanked his leather pants down, exposing his pale ass. If he could think, Justin probably would have realized this was the reason Lance didn't give him any boxers this morning.
Justin moaned when he felt Lance's warm wet tongue slide the length of his ass crack. He lifted his ass into the air, to give Lance better access and the probing tongue searched for his asshole. He would have spread his legs, if Lance had pulled his leather pants down farther, instead of just exposing his ass.
Lance wasted no time finding and exploring Justin's opening with his tongue. He could tell that his saliva was thicker as it lubed Justin for some fun. Yes, just another perk of being part super sexual alien. He was surprised how quickly Justin loosened for him. He wanted to play with Justin a little longer, but his hard dick was painfully trapped in his leather pants.
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The Independent Spirit, Bridge:
AJ ran onto the bridge and looked around frantically. "Have you seen Brian?"
Pink looked up from the security console and smiled sweetly. AJ looked like he had an itch to scratch... Or stroke as the case maybe. "Nope. Maybe he's taking a nice hot shower with lots of soap..."
Suddenly, AJ imagined Brian naked and dripping with suds. He groaned. "That's not funny."
- Well, if you had bothered to ask me, I would have told you the same thing. - Howie butted in and showed a video feed of Brian taking a shower on the main view screen.
AJ's jaw dropped as Brian slick ass came into focus. He stood there, frozen for a second, before bolting off the bridge.
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T.I.S., Elevator 2:
"What's so special about Palmer Ale?" Nick really wasn't interested. He leaned against the side of the lift, with his head tilted to the side, and tried not to fall asleep standing up.
"It's hard to come by out on the boarders. People say that it increases you libido and fertility." Kevin leaned against the opposite wall to of the lift. He couldn't help gaze up and down his blonde lover's tall slim body.
"Oh, really?" Nick's blue eyes perked up. He was suddenly very interested in Palmer Ale, now.
"Well, that's what people say. Not that we need any help in those departments," Kevin smirked, took a few steps across the lift and pinned Nick against the wall. "We don't need any help with sex. Do we?"
Nick closed his eyes and whimpered as Kevin ground their aching dicks against each other. He almost came in his tight leather pants. When he opened his eyes to beg for more, he couldn't speak because he got lost in those beautiful green eyes. His mouth hung open and inviting, so Kevin kissed him.
They were so caught up in each other that they didn't hear the elevator doors open. The doors waited for them to notice they had arrived at Cargo Bay Two. It took about three minutes before Howie finally made a chime sound and shocked them back to reality.
Nick was breathing fast, trying to catch the break Kevin sucked out of him. Kevin laughed, "Sorry, Howie. Just having a moment with my... Nick. What do I call you? You're not my husband... at least not yet. But I don't think I was to just call you my mate. It sounds so..."
"Animalistic? Primal?" Nick smiled at Kevin. Kevin slowly let him go and pulled back.
"We'd better hurry. We're late and Brian will be pissed if he had to move all those crates by himself." Kevin led Nick by the hand into the cargo bay. He stopped suddenly and blocked Nick's view, when he saw Lance fucking Justin on a crate. They really didn't need the image of Lance pinning Justin down while plowing away. He quickly turned to face Nick and push him back towards the elevator. "Looks like we're in luck, I think Brian found some help. Let's go."
Nick looked over Kevin's shoulder and his jaw dropped when he saw Lance plunge all the way into Justin and cum. He was happy that he didn't have to room with them. The shock wore off by the time the elevator doors closed and Nick couldn't help think things were going off in the wrong direction.
"Are... are we going to be like that... this," Nick pointed back and forth between himself and Kevin, "forever?"
"What do you mean?" Kevin asked as he saw Nick's face turn to worry and confusion.
"I mean... We almost had sex in the... this elevator. Then we walked in on..." Nick couldn't really complete a thought. He was flustered and concerned about what happened to him. Kevin slowly pulled him into a hug to comfort him. "It's not normal. We're turning into animals."
"It's ok. We're fine." Kevin tried to soothe Nick. "We're not animals. When we went through the mating process, we didn't have any control, but we do now. Sure, we're attracted to each other and horny all the time, but we have some self-control."
Kevin tried not to laugh. "I don't think Lance was fucking Justin while they helped Brian load the crates."
Nick blushed and buried his head into Kevin's neck. "I guess that would have been difficult to do."
By David/blueboxers
Pairing(s): Kevin/Nick, Lance/Justin
beta'd by None - all mistakes are my own... Sadly.
A/N: No plot, nor rhyme, nor reason. No real arc at this moment. I'm just putting some ideas down as I go. Oops, for got to post this in my own lj last night.
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17
18 | 19
Chapter 19
The Independent Spirit Docked at Jinx Station, Cargo Bay Two:
Justin grunted as he helped Brian load another heavy crate onto the waiting transport cart. He was tired and the sweat made his white tank top cling to his chest. He was sweating in places that made him wish he wasn't wearing leather pants at that moment. "Why isn't AJ doing this?"
"Because, if AJ knew we were transporting Palmer Ale, he would have drank it all by now," Brian strained as he tried not to drop the crate on their feet. He really didn't want Justin helping, but Lance was the only one who could lift one of these with ease and where Lance goes Justin has to go.
Lance had already moves twice as many as Brian and Justin had. Lance didn't need any help lifting the ale thanks to his alien DNA. One hand on opposite sides was enough for him to move a crate. He didn't even break a sweat. He hoped Justin wouldn't be too tired for some fun later. Although, Lance had a lot of fun while Justin was asleep before.
"These will help pay to repair at least one airlock." Brian helped lower the last crate before wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead. He wanted some of the security to help load the crates, but didn't want anyone tipping AJ off. By the time he got a team to escort the cargo, it would be too late for AJ to commandeer any ale. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to shower and change before delivering these."
Lance watched Brian leave, and then looked over at his sweaty lover. Justin was exhausted, laid out on a crate marked fragile, tank top pulled off, and coated in sweat. Lance couldn't help the smile from forming on his face as he stalked over to Justin. "I thought he'd never leave."
Justin was just too exhausted to feel Lance approaching. His chest and stomach slowly raised and fell with each breath. He was the unsuspecting and vulnerable prey. Lance really liked him this way.
Lance grabbed him by the waist and flipped him over face down. He barely gasped in surprise when Lance yanked his leather pants down, exposing his pale ass. If he could think, Justin probably would have realized this was the reason Lance didn't give him any boxers this morning.
Justin moaned when he felt Lance's warm wet tongue slide the length of his ass crack. He lifted his ass into the air, to give Lance better access and the probing tongue searched for his asshole. He would have spread his legs, if Lance had pulled his leather pants down farther, instead of just exposing his ass.
Lance wasted no time finding and exploring Justin's opening with his tongue. He could tell that his saliva was thicker as it lubed Justin for some fun. Yes, just another perk of being part super sexual alien. He was surprised how quickly Justin loosened for him. He wanted to play with Justin a little longer, but his hard dick was painfully trapped in his leather pants.
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The Independent Spirit, Bridge:
AJ ran onto the bridge and looked around frantically. "Have you seen Brian?"
Pink looked up from the security console and smiled sweetly. AJ looked like he had an itch to scratch... Or stroke as the case maybe. "Nope. Maybe he's taking a nice hot shower with lots of soap..."
Suddenly, AJ imagined Brian naked and dripping with suds. He groaned. "That's not funny."
- Well, if you had bothered to ask me, I would have told you the same thing. - Howie butted in and showed a video feed of Brian taking a shower on the main view screen.
AJ's jaw dropped as Brian slick ass came into focus. He stood there, frozen for a second, before bolting off the bridge.
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T.I.S., Elevator 2:
"What's so special about Palmer Ale?" Nick really wasn't interested. He leaned against the side of the lift, with his head tilted to the side, and tried not to fall asleep standing up.
"It's hard to come by out on the boarders. People say that it increases you libido and fertility." Kevin leaned against the opposite wall to of the lift. He couldn't help gaze up and down his blonde lover's tall slim body.
"Oh, really?" Nick's blue eyes perked up. He was suddenly very interested in Palmer Ale, now.
"Well, that's what people say. Not that we need any help in those departments," Kevin smirked, took a few steps across the lift and pinned Nick against the wall. "We don't need any help with sex. Do we?"
Nick closed his eyes and whimpered as Kevin ground their aching dicks against each other. He almost came in his tight leather pants. When he opened his eyes to beg for more, he couldn't speak because he got lost in those beautiful green eyes. His mouth hung open and inviting, so Kevin kissed him.
They were so caught up in each other that they didn't hear the elevator doors open. The doors waited for them to notice they had arrived at Cargo Bay Two. It took about three minutes before Howie finally made a chime sound and shocked them back to reality.
Nick was breathing fast, trying to catch the break Kevin sucked out of him. Kevin laughed, "Sorry, Howie. Just having a moment with my... Nick. What do I call you? You're not my husband... at least not yet. But I don't think I was to just call you my mate. It sounds so..."
"Animalistic? Primal?" Nick smiled at Kevin. Kevin slowly let him go and pulled back.
"We'd better hurry. We're late and Brian will be pissed if he had to move all those crates by himself." Kevin led Nick by the hand into the cargo bay. He stopped suddenly and blocked Nick's view, when he saw Lance fucking Justin on a crate. They really didn't need the image of Lance pinning Justin down while plowing away. He quickly turned to face Nick and push him back towards the elevator. "Looks like we're in luck, I think Brian found some help. Let's go."
Nick looked over Kevin's shoulder and his jaw dropped when he saw Lance plunge all the way into Justin and cum. He was happy that he didn't have to room with them. The shock wore off by the time the elevator doors closed and Nick couldn't help think things were going off in the wrong direction.
"Are... are we going to be like that... this," Nick pointed back and forth between himself and Kevin, "forever?"
"What do you mean?" Kevin asked as he saw Nick's face turn to worry and confusion.
"I mean... We almost had sex in the... this elevator. Then we walked in on..." Nick couldn't really complete a thought. He was flustered and concerned about what happened to him. Kevin slowly pulled him into a hug to comfort him. "It's not normal. We're turning into animals."
"It's ok. We're fine." Kevin tried to soothe Nick. "We're not animals. When we went through the mating process, we didn't have any control, but we do now. Sure, we're attracted to each other and horny all the time, but we have some self-control."
Kevin tried not to laugh. "I don't think Lance was fucking Justin while they helped Brian load the crates."
Nick blushed and buried his head into Kevin's neck. "I guess that would have been difficult to do."