( Captain's Capers )

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“But Mom!” Jim whined.  His phone was on the table displaying a holographic image of Jim’s frowning mother.  Eric just leaned back on the couch to watch his lover try to wheedle his way out of this one.

“No buts, Jamisen!  You promised your father and I that you would visit for the Builder’s Day last year.  And ( Read more... )

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Eric relaxed under the sun, relishing the soft breeze that blew over his face.  The sun and breeze were artificial, of course, but the Colony did know how to emulate it perfectly.

“There’s still some strawberries left,” Jim called from where he was investigating the dregs of their picnic basket.  He sprawled next to Eric ( Read more... )

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Jim was turning twenty-six in two more hours and everyone working in the Colony seemed to be having a problem.

It wasn’t the party.  The smallest storage hangar was cleared out and decorated already.  The cake had been ordered and delivered from Colony two.  Even a music set list had been created to pump out of the ( Read more... )

Eric lay on his back, panting helplessly as he fought for enough motor control to be able to take care of Jim.  Once he could see straight and close his fingers into a reliable fist, Eric grabbed the scissors waiting on the small table next to their shared bed and got to work.

The duct tape came away cleanly from the bed post and Jim ( Read more... )

Erections and space suits do not get along, Eric thought to himself sadly.  Sure, the suits still came with a diaper attachment for long term space walks, but what Eric really needed was a third hand to take care of his uncomfortable problem.

That, or he needed his navigator to shut up.

Eric tightened another bolt on the outer docking port ( Read more... )