When We Met, Chapter 3
Title: When We Met
Pairing: Eventual Ace/Spanners
Beta: techh_ism and my gf
Chapters: 3 of 15?
Rating: R
Summery: Before Ace went Dimension hopping he met a young scouser. One meeting changed their lives forever.
Disclaimer: Red Dwarf isn't mine, and Ace and Spanners are sadly the property of Grant Naylor.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise they ended up this way. Lister thought in retrospect he should’ve seen this coming since the moment he saw Ace.
It had been almost a year since Ace’s last visit. Lister kept his promise and began studying, which was incredibly boring until Ace’s friend stopped by to teach him the hands on technique to fixing everything he saw.
Now Lister could fix every kitchen and bathroom appliance, replace a socket, and repair most of a car by himself. He owed Ace a lot. But that wasn’t why he was on his knees at the moment.
The visit started off as innocent as the last one, but during their catch-up conversation in the orphanage garage Lister spilled an open can of lager on Ace’s shirt and pants. He was trying to show Ace what he learned, but the normal mechanic had left his lager dangerously close to the edge of the shelf, and Lister’s elbow happened to knock right into it.
Lister grabbed an oily rag and tried to wipe off the lager, only to freak as he got oil on Ace’s clothes. He grabbed a cleaner rag, dropped to his knees, ignoring Ace’s protests, and began to try to get the oil stain out.
Lister froze as he felt something twitch under the cloth, and realized he was trying to wipe oil from right above Ace’s crotch. It took him a second to realize his face was parallel to it, his hand still right above it.
“Dave, you don’t have to. I have a change of clothes back at the base. It’s fine, ol’ boy.”
Lister wasn’t stupid. He was sixteen. Ace was twenty-two. There was a wide age gap, but he felt that twitch. And his own twitch.
Lister was far from a virgin, but he never even thought of being with a man until he met Ace. He’d never admit how many socks he wasted thinking about the man over the last year. His face flushed at the memories.
Lister looked up at Ace’s face, which was considerably flushed. He licked his lips, “There’s lager and oil ever’where. Ya should change.”
“I think I’ll be alright, Davey-boy. A little oil and lager won’t kill me.” Despite being flustered, Ace’s voice was still steady, but Lister could hear that his voice was a pitch higher.
Lister glanced around, they were alone, and the garage door was closed. Lister felt his own erection twitch again. “I think ya should take ‘em off so they don’ stain.”
“I don’t think I should. I think that would be a bad idea.” Ace said, firmly, his left hand grabbed Lister under his armpit to pull him up.
This did not work for Ace, as Lister’s leg had fallen asleep, and he tripped falling on the older man. There was a crash, and both of them lay in a pile of tools, Lister on top of Ace.
Their eyes locked. Lister started to lean in, but Ace pushed him away. Lister sat up, so he was straddling Ace’s waist, “What did I do wrong?”
Ace let his head drop to the concrete floor, “You’re sixteen. I’m twenty-two. You barely know me.”
“Not true.”
Ace lifted his head, an eyebrow raised.
“Okay, I’m sixteen, but I do know ya. Last time ya visited we talked a lot. And we’ve been talkin’ fer months through tha post.”
“What’s my last name?”
Lister was silent. He knew this. Ace sent him letters, but he realized they were simply signed ‘Ace’ or ‘Arnold’. And when Lister would respond he would sign it to ‘Ace’. “Okay, but ya dun know my last name.”
“Lister. Dave Lister. Lew told me after he met you for tutoring.”
“Then what’s yers?” Lister’s brows furrowed together angrily.
“Rimmer. Arnold Judas Rimmer. Friends call me Ace. Nice to meet you, Dave. Now will you get off me?”
Lister felt another twitch below him. He tried to keep his blood in the upper head. “Rimmah? Nice name. And how is Judas a middle name?”
“My parents are interesting people.” Ace sat up, pushing Lister off him, and stood. Lister almost hit his head on the car. “You alright?”
Lister didn’t meet his eyes. “I guess. I jus dun understand why.”
“‘Why?’ what?”
“I felt it, Ace.” Lister said simply.
Ace’s face lit up, and he didn’t look Lister in the eye. “I dun know wa’ you mean, ol’ boy.”
“Ya know, Ace. I owe ya. Ya introduced me ter Lew. I learned so much in tha last year thanks to ya.” Lister sat up, retaking his position parallel to Ace’s crotch. He bit his lip, fingers shaking, and reached for the zipper.
Instantly his hands were stopped by Ace, who looked frustrated. “You’re sixteen. I don’t want to take advantage. You don’t owe me anything.”
“You’re not. And I want ter do this.” He pushed Ace’s hands off, and pulled the zipper down. The garage was silent. Lister could hear his heart pounding, as he pulled down Ace’s pants, pulling the man’s erection out. He heard Ace’s breathing hitch.
Lister took a deep breath, and nervously placed the cock in his mouth. Never having done this, he took in too much and choked. He felt Ace’s hand on his face, pulling him back “Go slowly. Take in what you can, you don’t want to choke, old love.”
Lister swallowed, carefully grasping Ace’s shaft, and began to pump his hand up and down. Nervously, Lister licked the head, before taking back it back in his mouth. He was really unsure of what to do next, but having received a blow job before, Lister began to use his tongue they way his friend’s sister did a few weeks ago. He began to slowly suck while fumbling with the shaft. He felt Ace’s hand press into his curls, as the man let out a hiss of a moan.
Unsure of how to continue, Lister allowed his instinct to lead him. He took in more of Ace’s cock, careful not to choke. Running his tongue along the length, Lister began to suck, his other hand slipping into his own jeans. Lister bobbed his head, while trying to simultaneously pleasure himself, moving faster and faster, making it difficult, he had forced himself to concentrate. It was hard to not touch Ace’s cock with his teeth, especially when he hit his own orgasm.
Ace gripped Lister’s hair, almost pulling out the coarse curls, as he came fully into Lister’s mouth. Lister choked, unable to swallow, and had to pound himself on his chest as Ace slid to the floor. With nothing else to drink to quell his coughing, Lister grabbed the quarter full can of lager and downed it. It was warm, but not all that bad.
One last cough, and his watering eyes met Ace’s, “You alright, Davey-boy?”
“…yea.” Lister coughed again, “I’m fine, just choked.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to swallow.” Ace said, running a hand through his hair, his chest finally stopped heaving.
A laugh escaped Lister’s lips as once again his face began to flush. Their eyes met, “What now?”
Ace’s eyebrow shot up, “What do you mean, ol’ boy?”
“Well, I just gave ya a blow job in a dirty garage.”
“You did. It was a good one too, for your first blow job that is.” Ace grinned.
For whatever reason, the fact that Ace had gotten other blow jobs bothered Lister greatly. His eyes fell to the dirty floor, which was now stained with his own semen.
“Did you think that we’d be couple?” Ace asked.
Lister didn’t answer, he wasn’t sure what he wanted, but to go back to being sort-of friends bothered him.
“I still have a year at the Academy, Dave. After I get in the Corp I’ll have planet leave more than twice a year.”
“Twice?”
“Well, I have friends and family to visit for my first planet leave, I saved my second one for you.”
“How often will ya have planet leave in tha Corp?”
“At least once every two months, and I’m not keen on going to see my family on Io, just between you and me.”
Lister remembered in a letter Ace told him how he and family started getting along worse now that he was in the Academy. Ace had told him how much he hated his family’s values of ‘Winning isn’t everything, but losing is nothing.’ That’s probably why he doesn’t want ter see ‘em.
“I’ll be seventeen next year.” Lister stated simply, not wanting to ask Ace if his situation with his family had gotten worse.
“Maybe then something can start. But I don’t see how it can be possible until then.”
Lister hesitated, “Do…ya want…sumthin’ ter start?”
Ace gave him a gentle smile; he leaned forward, kissing Lister quickly on the lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it if it does, Dave.”
Lister couldn’t help but grin. Before Ace could sit back, he kissed the man. Placing his hands on either side of Ace’s cheeks, he deepened the kiss. He felt Ace’s arms wrap around his back, pulling Lister closer.
It was electrifying. Lister had been with a good number of people. He kissed all of them, it was never like this. His fingers dug into Ace’s short hair, the other gripping the uniform.
They slipped, Ace fell on top of Lister, but their lips stayed connected. Ace tasted like cigarettes and a type of fish- kippers?, Lister couldn’t get enough.
The sound of shouting from inside the orphanage snapped them both out of it. By the time Lister comprehended what happened, Ace was already standing, and his pants zipped back up.
“Wow…” Lister said, grinning, and zipping up his own pants.
Ace smiled at him. It wasn’t the same grin he always gave, but Lister felt as though he was punched in to stomach by the force of it.
Pairing: Eventual Ace/Spanners
Beta: techh_ism and my gf
Chapters: 3 of 15?
Rating: R
Summery: Before Ace went Dimension hopping he met a young scouser. One meeting changed their lives forever.
Disclaimer: Red Dwarf isn't mine, and Ace and Spanners are sadly the property of Grant Naylor.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise they ended up this way. Lister thought in retrospect he should’ve seen this coming since the moment he saw Ace.
It had been almost a year since Ace’s last visit. Lister kept his promise and began studying, which was incredibly boring until Ace’s friend stopped by to teach him the hands on technique to fixing everything he saw.
Now Lister could fix every kitchen and bathroom appliance, replace a socket, and repair most of a car by himself. He owed Ace a lot. But that wasn’t why he was on his knees at the moment.
The visit started off as innocent as the last one, but during their catch-up conversation in the orphanage garage Lister spilled an open can of lager on Ace’s shirt and pants. He was trying to show Ace what he learned, but the normal mechanic had left his lager dangerously close to the edge of the shelf, and Lister’s elbow happened to knock right into it.
Lister grabbed an oily rag and tried to wipe off the lager, only to freak as he got oil on Ace’s clothes. He grabbed a cleaner rag, dropped to his knees, ignoring Ace’s protests, and began to try to get the oil stain out.
Lister froze as he felt something twitch under the cloth, and realized he was trying to wipe oil from right above Ace’s crotch. It took him a second to realize his face was parallel to it, his hand still right above it.
“Dave, you don’t have to. I have a change of clothes back at the base. It’s fine, ol’ boy.”
Lister wasn’t stupid. He was sixteen. Ace was twenty-two. There was a wide age gap, but he felt that twitch. And his own twitch.
Lister was far from a virgin, but he never even thought of being with a man until he met Ace. He’d never admit how many socks he wasted thinking about the man over the last year. His face flushed at the memories.
Lister looked up at Ace’s face, which was considerably flushed. He licked his lips, “There’s lager and oil ever’where. Ya should change.”
“I think I’ll be alright, Davey-boy. A little oil and lager won’t kill me.” Despite being flustered, Ace’s voice was still steady, but Lister could hear that his voice was a pitch higher.
Lister glanced around, they were alone, and the garage door was closed. Lister felt his own erection twitch again. “I think ya should take ‘em off so they don’ stain.”
“I don’t think I should. I think that would be a bad idea.” Ace said, firmly, his left hand grabbed Lister under his armpit to pull him up.
This did not work for Ace, as Lister’s leg had fallen asleep, and he tripped falling on the older man. There was a crash, and both of them lay in a pile of tools, Lister on top of Ace.
Their eyes locked. Lister started to lean in, but Ace pushed him away. Lister sat up, so he was straddling Ace’s waist, “What did I do wrong?”
Ace let his head drop to the concrete floor, “You’re sixteen. I’m twenty-two. You barely know me.”
“Not true.”
Ace lifted his head, an eyebrow raised.
“Okay, I’m sixteen, but I do know ya. Last time ya visited we talked a lot. And we’ve been talkin’ fer months through tha post.”
“What’s my last name?”
Lister was silent. He knew this. Ace sent him letters, but he realized they were simply signed ‘Ace’ or ‘Arnold’. And when Lister would respond he would sign it to ‘Ace’. “Okay, but ya dun know my last name.”
“Lister. Dave Lister. Lew told me after he met you for tutoring.”
“Then what’s yers?” Lister’s brows furrowed together angrily.
“Rimmer. Arnold Judas Rimmer. Friends call me Ace. Nice to meet you, Dave. Now will you get off me?”
Lister felt another twitch below him. He tried to keep his blood in the upper head. “Rimmah? Nice name. And how is Judas a middle name?”
“My parents are interesting people.” Ace sat up, pushing Lister off him, and stood. Lister almost hit his head on the car. “You alright?”
Lister didn’t meet his eyes. “I guess. I jus dun understand why.”
“‘Why?’ what?”
“I felt it, Ace.” Lister said simply.
Ace’s face lit up, and he didn’t look Lister in the eye. “I dun know wa’ you mean, ol’ boy.”
“Ya know, Ace. I owe ya. Ya introduced me ter Lew. I learned so much in tha last year thanks to ya.” Lister sat up, retaking his position parallel to Ace’s crotch. He bit his lip, fingers shaking, and reached for the zipper.
Instantly his hands were stopped by Ace, who looked frustrated. “You’re sixteen. I don’t want to take advantage. You don’t owe me anything.”
“You’re not. And I want ter do this.” He pushed Ace’s hands off, and pulled the zipper down. The garage was silent. Lister could hear his heart pounding, as he pulled down Ace’s pants, pulling the man’s erection out. He heard Ace’s breathing hitch.
Lister took a deep breath, and nervously placed the cock in his mouth. Never having done this, he took in too much and choked. He felt Ace’s hand on his face, pulling him back “Go slowly. Take in what you can, you don’t want to choke, old love.”
Lister swallowed, carefully grasping Ace’s shaft, and began to pump his hand up and down. Nervously, Lister licked the head, before taking back it back in his mouth. He was really unsure of what to do next, but having received a blow job before, Lister began to use his tongue they way his friend’s sister did a few weeks ago. He began to slowly suck while fumbling with the shaft. He felt Ace’s hand press into his curls, as the man let out a hiss of a moan.
Unsure of how to continue, Lister allowed his instinct to lead him. He took in more of Ace’s cock, careful not to choke. Running his tongue along the length, Lister began to suck, his other hand slipping into his own jeans. Lister bobbed his head, while trying to simultaneously pleasure himself, moving faster and faster, making it difficult, he had forced himself to concentrate. It was hard to not touch Ace’s cock with his teeth, especially when he hit his own orgasm.
Ace gripped Lister’s hair, almost pulling out the coarse curls, as he came fully into Lister’s mouth. Lister choked, unable to swallow, and had to pound himself on his chest as Ace slid to the floor. With nothing else to drink to quell his coughing, Lister grabbed the quarter full can of lager and downed it. It was warm, but not all that bad.
One last cough, and his watering eyes met Ace’s, “You alright, Davey-boy?”
“…yea.” Lister coughed again, “I’m fine, just choked.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to swallow.” Ace said, running a hand through his hair, his chest finally stopped heaving.
A laugh escaped Lister’s lips as once again his face began to flush. Their eyes met, “What now?”
Ace’s eyebrow shot up, “What do you mean, ol’ boy?”
“Well, I just gave ya a blow job in a dirty garage.”
“You did. It was a good one too, for your first blow job that is.” Ace grinned.
For whatever reason, the fact that Ace had gotten other blow jobs bothered Lister greatly. His eyes fell to the dirty floor, which was now stained with his own semen.
“Did you think that we’d be couple?” Ace asked.
Lister didn’t answer, he wasn’t sure what he wanted, but to go back to being sort-of friends bothered him.
“I still have a year at the Academy, Dave. After I get in the Corp I’ll have planet leave more than twice a year.”
“Twice?”
“Well, I have friends and family to visit for my first planet leave, I saved my second one for you.”
“How often will ya have planet leave in tha Corp?”
“At least once every two months, and I’m not keen on going to see my family on Io, just between you and me.”
Lister remembered in a letter Ace told him how he and family started getting along worse now that he was in the Academy. Ace had told him how much he hated his family’s values of ‘Winning isn’t everything, but losing is nothing.’ That’s probably why he doesn’t want ter see ‘em.
“I’ll be seventeen next year.” Lister stated simply, not wanting to ask Ace if his situation with his family had gotten worse.
“Maybe then something can start. But I don’t see how it can be possible until then.”
Lister hesitated, “Do…ya want…sumthin’ ter start?”
Ace gave him a gentle smile; he leaned forward, kissing Lister quickly on the lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it if it does, Dave.”
Lister couldn’t help but grin. Before Ace could sit back, he kissed the man. Placing his hands on either side of Ace’s cheeks, he deepened the kiss. He felt Ace’s arms wrap around his back, pulling Lister closer.
It was electrifying. Lister had been with a good number of people. He kissed all of them, it was never like this. His fingers dug into Ace’s short hair, the other gripping the uniform.
They slipped, Ace fell on top of Lister, but their lips stayed connected. Ace tasted like cigarettes and a type of fish- kippers?, Lister couldn’t get enough.
The sound of shouting from inside the orphanage snapped them both out of it. By the time Lister comprehended what happened, Ace was already standing, and his pants zipped back up.
“Wow…” Lister said, grinning, and zipping up his own pants.
Ace smiled at him. It wasn’t the same grin he always gave, but Lister felt as though he was punched in to stomach by the force of it.