Original Fiction: Spaceships and Pollen (793 words)
I was talking to micheal_collins who told me I should write some sci-fi since I usually don't. Then I made a joke about plant aliens and remembered Sheera's fascination with sex pollen. And you were poking me to write smut.
Then it all kind of came together and became this crack!smutfic that I probably wouldn't post if I actually thought about it so...
Title: Spaceships and Pollen
Word Count: 793
sellingpointsWarnings: Gay porn, sex pollen, cockpits, and global warming.
Acknowledgments: All mental trauma is my fault, and I blame some of the food I ate today. >> But not the pie.
Spaceships and Pollen
The shuttle wasn’t very pretty, but Lieutenant Connor McNeil was discovering that the upholstery in the cockpit was extremely soft against his bare skin. He was also quite happy to find out that the cadet who was assigned to accompany him knew his way around a man’s joystick and was feeling in the mood. Maybe this was why General McKenna only went on missions with people who’ve been stranded in space for a month or two…
Pants around his ankles, the Lieutenant closed his eyes as the cadet’s talented mouth descended along the length of his shaft and leaned back in his char. The cadet’s breath was hot against the cool recycled air that kept them alive, and the Lieutenant did not even care how many times he’s performed this particular service to ascend the ranks as quickly as he did; all McNeil knew was that Jacob was doing a damn fine job of it.
“Are you enjoying yourself sir?” The cadet asked, cupping the other man’s balls as he paused to take in the Lieutenant’s flushed face, brushing the tender skin with his thumb. Nobody would ever believe him if he told them he’d gotten the proud Lieutenant in this state, but it was worth it.
“There are better uses for your mouth.” He growled, fingers digging into the armrest on his chair.
Jacob smirked, running a trail of kisses up the other man’s bare chest, his hand sliding up and down the man’s cock lubricated by saliva and pre-ejaculation come. He used his other hand to put the Lieutenant’s hand against his ass. All of his friends say they would kill for his ass. “And this?”
McNeil moaned, breath catching in his throat as the cadet made his offer. “I don’t usually… do…thissssssss…..”
“Neither do I.” The cadet said truthfully. There was something about the Lieutenant’s obvious enjoyment that made him want more.
The Lieutenant wasted no time. He grabbed the hand that held his cock in midstroke and stood quickly, pushing the other man forward until he was half bent over the pristine control panel with all of its flickering lights. They kissed briefly, as Jacobs pants were removed, then the cadet was sliding a condom he had been keeping in his pocket for such an opportunity onto the Lieutenant’s cock.
Jacob gritted his teeth at the Lieutenant entered his body with only the thin layer of lube that came on the condom, bracing himself against the control panel even as the other man’s hand started rubbing his cock to the same rhythm as his thrusts.
Neither noticed the screen flashed that the proximity alarm had been turned off somewhere along the line, nor the approaching dot on the screen. They were too absorbed in the feel of each other, and the motion that brought them closer to their climax.
~^~^~
The scientists who had been monitoring the shuttle’s progress to the rendez-vous point with the plant aliens were quite puzzled when the warning systems and the com-link were deactivated almost simultaneously. Lieutenant McNeil was a stickler for detail, and the idea that he would not notice a significant error like that was simply bizarre. The shuttle had already established peaceful contact with the plant aliens the day before, gifts had been exchanged and promises made to meet the next day after consulting their supervisors. The proposed agreement was that the aliens would lend their strength to save the Earth from humanity’s mistakes in exchange for planting some of their cousins on fertile soil.
As the space shuttle did not acknowledge NASA’s calls and remote control of the navigations were disabled without explanation, they started to worry. When the shuttle suddenly started to weave from side to side, they started to panic. Then, it veered directly into the alien’s ship and crumpled like aluminum foil.
“What the hell!” General McKenna bellowed, looking at the equally stunned scientists. “McNeil’s our best pilot! What happened? What did those aliens give them?”
“Pollen from their home world sir,” one woman answered with wide eyes. “Lieutenant McNeil said it smelled extremely sweet.”
“They must have done something to his brain…” the general muttered, turning to the woman with wild eyes, “who accompanied him?”
“Um… Cadet Jacob Smith.” She answered, blushing.
Somebody groaned. “Maybe it wasn’t the aliens.”
“What?” The general asked coldly. “Why would a cadet with Smith’s reputation of excellence betray us?”
Quite a few people of various ranks shifted awkwardly in their seats. Nobody could meet the general’s eyes, and the others who knew Smith’s other reputation of excellence wisely kept their mouths shut. If Smith actually managed to seduce a stiff man like McNeil, then the lieutenant must have died happy and Smith would have had his legendary conquest.
The general’s reproach died before it left his lips. The aliens had turned around, and his superiors would blame him for making humanity clean up its own mess.
Then it all kind of came together and became this crack!smutfic that I probably wouldn't post if I actually thought about it so...
Title: Spaceships and Pollen
Word Count: 793
sellingpointsWarnings: Gay porn, sex pollen, cockpits, and global warming.
Acknowledgments: All mental trauma is my fault, and I blame some of the food I ate today. >> But not the pie.
Spaceships and Pollen
The shuttle wasn’t very pretty, but Lieutenant Connor McNeil was discovering that the upholstery in the cockpit was extremely soft against his bare skin. He was also quite happy to find out that the cadet who was assigned to accompany him knew his way around a man’s joystick and was feeling in the mood. Maybe this was why General McKenna only went on missions with people who’ve been stranded in space for a month or two…
Pants around his ankles, the Lieutenant closed his eyes as the cadet’s talented mouth descended along the length of his shaft and leaned back in his char. The cadet’s breath was hot against the cool recycled air that kept them alive, and the Lieutenant did not even care how many times he’s performed this particular service to ascend the ranks as quickly as he did; all McNeil knew was that Jacob was doing a damn fine job of it.
“Are you enjoying yourself sir?” The cadet asked, cupping the other man’s balls as he paused to take in the Lieutenant’s flushed face, brushing the tender skin with his thumb. Nobody would ever believe him if he told them he’d gotten the proud Lieutenant in this state, but it was worth it.
“There are better uses for your mouth.” He growled, fingers digging into the armrest on his chair.
Jacob smirked, running a trail of kisses up the other man’s bare chest, his hand sliding up and down the man’s cock lubricated by saliva and pre-ejaculation come. He used his other hand to put the Lieutenant’s hand against his ass. All of his friends say they would kill for his ass. “And this?”
McNeil moaned, breath catching in his throat as the cadet made his offer. “I don’t usually… do…thissssssss…..”
“Neither do I.” The cadet said truthfully. There was something about the Lieutenant’s obvious enjoyment that made him want more.
The Lieutenant wasted no time. He grabbed the hand that held his cock in midstroke and stood quickly, pushing the other man forward until he was half bent over the pristine control panel with all of its flickering lights. They kissed briefly, as Jacobs pants were removed, then the cadet was sliding a condom he had been keeping in his pocket for such an opportunity onto the Lieutenant’s cock.
Jacob gritted his teeth at the Lieutenant entered his body with only the thin layer of lube that came on the condom, bracing himself against the control panel even as the other man’s hand started rubbing his cock to the same rhythm as his thrusts.
Neither noticed the screen flashed that the proximity alarm had been turned off somewhere along the line, nor the approaching dot on the screen. They were too absorbed in the feel of each other, and the motion that brought them closer to their climax.
~^~^~
The scientists who had been monitoring the shuttle’s progress to the rendez-vous point with the plant aliens were quite puzzled when the warning systems and the com-link were deactivated almost simultaneously. Lieutenant McNeil was a stickler for detail, and the idea that he would not notice a significant error like that was simply bizarre. The shuttle had already established peaceful contact with the plant aliens the day before, gifts had been exchanged and promises made to meet the next day after consulting their supervisors. The proposed agreement was that the aliens would lend their strength to save the Earth from humanity’s mistakes in exchange for planting some of their cousins on fertile soil.
As the space shuttle did not acknowledge NASA’s calls and remote control of the navigations were disabled without explanation, they started to worry. When the shuttle suddenly started to weave from side to side, they started to panic. Then, it veered directly into the alien’s ship and crumpled like aluminum foil.
“What the hell!” General McKenna bellowed, looking at the equally stunned scientists. “McNeil’s our best pilot! What happened? What did those aliens give them?”
“Pollen from their home world sir,” one woman answered with wide eyes. “Lieutenant McNeil said it smelled extremely sweet.”
“They must have done something to his brain…” the general muttered, turning to the woman with wild eyes, “who accompanied him?”
“Um… Cadet Jacob Smith.” She answered, blushing.
Somebody groaned. “Maybe it wasn’t the aliens.”
“What?” The general asked coldly. “Why would a cadet with Smith’s reputation of excellence betray us?”
Quite a few people of various ranks shifted awkwardly in their seats. Nobody could meet the general’s eyes, and the others who knew Smith’s other reputation of excellence wisely kept their mouths shut. If Smith actually managed to seduce a stiff man like McNeil, then the lieutenant must have died happy and Smith would have had his legendary conquest.
The general’s reproach died before it left his lips. The aliens had turned around, and his superiors would blame him for making humanity clean up its own mess.