AU_ABC: Pirates of The Emerald Dawn - Chapter 10
Title: Pirates of The Emerald Dawn - Chapter 10: Healing (10/11)
Author: Aranel Took
Fandom/Claim: DC Comics, Hal Jordan/Kyle Rayner
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex and violence)
Prompt: P - Pirates for au_abc Challenge.
Words: 2,542
Summary: Elseworlds. Kyle Rayner is captured by the notorious pirate Captain Hal Jordan.
Chapter 10 - Healing
Kyle opened his eyes, the dream fading away in a flash of green. He remembered Wayne’s cold voice telling him he was going to die and he remembered Hal’s face, pale with fear. Am I dead? Or was it all just a dream?
He blinked and looked around. He was back on the ship in their bed and his whole body hurt, especially his belly. So he must still be alive. But he couldn’t remember how he got back to the Emerald Dawn.
He turned his head. Hal was sitting next to him, elbows resting on the bed and his head bowed into his hands. He saw that Hal now wore a green lantern ring, too, and Kyle smiled. His limbs felt like lead, but he managed to move his hand far enough to touch Hal’s arm.
Hal’s head jerked up and he stared at Kyle. He looked exhausted. His eyes were red and ringed by dark circles. His hair was a wild mess, as if he’d been running his fingers through it too much, and dried blood was matted in it.
Hal sucked in his breath and reached out to gently touch Kyle’s face. “I thought I’d lost you, love,” he whispered, his voice shaking. He leaned over to kiss him softly, his lips wet against Kyle’s parched mouth, then he stood. “I’ll go get Soranik.”
Kyle didn’t want him to go, but he could only gasp out a weak protest as Hal raced from the room. He looked down at his body. His ribs were bound and every breath came with a stab of sharp pain. His belly was felt like someone had punched him. His head was throbbing and he was sure his entire body was one big bruise.
Soranik came in, a worried Hal behind her. She sat in the chair Hal had vacated. “How are you feeling?”
He did his best to lick his lips. then opened his mouth. “Hurts,” he gasped.
“Get him some water, Captain,” Soranik said over her shoulder.
Hal hurried away again and Soranik bent close to him, laying her hand on his shoulder. “You are a mess, my dear,” she said softly. “It’s a wonder you’re still alive.”
“Feel … like it,” Kyle whispered.
Hal came back with a copper cup full of water. Soranik moved aside so Hal could sit down. He carefully slid his arm under Kyle’s shoulders to lift his head up to drink.
Kyle ignored the pain, just glad to get some water on his parched tongue. He drank down the cup, then Hal eased him back onto the pillow. “How are you?” he asked, lightly brushing his fingers through Kyle’s hair.
“Fine.” Kyle forced a smile on his face. He didn’t know if Soranik had told Hal he was lucky to be alive, and he didn’t want to worry him anymore. Hal already looked worried enough and it was disconcerting to see him like that. Captain Hal Jordan wasn’t supposed to be afraid of anything. He lifted his hand to touch Hal’s face … and noticed his own ring was gone. He frowned. “Where’s my ring?”
Hal shook his head. “I don’t know. You didn’t have it when we found you.” He turned his head to kiss Kyle’s palm. “It’s no matter. We can make you a new one.”
“What if someone finds it?” Kyle wracked his brain, trying to remember what had happened to it. He’d had it when they rescued Hal, he was sure of that, but that was the last thing he really remembered. The ring … where was the ring…?
Something fluttered in his stomach and worked it’s way up towards his throat. He swallowed hard. “I … I’m going to be sick.”
Hal picked up the chamber pot and helped Kyle roll to his side. Kyle coughed painfully and then the little bit of water he had drank came back up, along with something hard that dropped into the pot with a metallic clink. Hal looked into the pot, then up at Kyle, a weary smile on his face. “Well, we seem to have found your ring.”
* * *
Kyle sighed and closed his eyes. He was still tired, although he had slept away most of the day, but overall he was feeling much better than he had this morning. He should be dead - or dying - but instead he was healing at an amazing rate. Already his wounds were closing and his bruises were fading. Even the belly wound was healing, with no sign of going septic. He moved his thumb to rub the ring on his finger. Hal had cleaned it up and refreshed its light from the lantern for him, so it had a slight glow again. As near as they could figure, it had protected him from the fatal injuries, just like the lantern did for the ship, and now the ring was healing him.
He wasn’t the only one who was healing. He glanced at the man gently snoring beside him. Hal’s injuries were healing as well. None of them were as serious as Kyle’s, but Soranik was still worried about him. She had told Kyle that Hal hadn’t slept at all since they’d brought him back. He’d spent every moment sitting by Kyle’s side, pushing himself to exhaustion. And even after Kyle was awake and showing improvement, Hal was still on edge, refusing to sleep. So Soranik had added a concoction of herbs to his rum to force him to sleep.
He heard footsteps in the cabin and looked up. Guy was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, John right behind him. He smiled at his friends. “Come in.”
“We can come back later if he’s sleeping,” John said, nodding towards Hal.
Kyle shook his head. “You won’t wake him. Soranik spiked his rum.”
Guy snickered. “She’s sneaky like that.” He came in and sat on the chair, while John sat on the edge of the bed. “Feeling better, kid?”
Kyle smiled and nodded. “Much better.” In the light from the port hole, Kyle noticed the large, faded bruise around Guy’s eye. He didn’t remember Guy getting hit, so it must have been on the way out. “What happened to your face? Did you have to fight your way out of the prison?”
Guy glanced at John, then shook his head. “Nah. This is from Hal.”
Kyle’s eyes widened. “Hal hit you?”
“He probably would have killed me if Kilowog hadn’t pulled him off me.” He wagged his finger at Kyle. “So think about that the next time you pull some trick that makes me leave you in danger.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Kyle frowned. Hal hadn’t told him what had happened in Port Royal, always finding an excuse to put it off. “So what happened after you left me? My memory is pretty hazy.”
“We got back to the ship without any difficulty,” John said. “Your distraction worked. And as soon as Hal regained consciousness, he wanted to see you.”
Guy sighed. “And I volunteered to be the one to tell him that you stayed behind to distract the guards. He was barely conscious and he still just about took my head off for leaving you there. Then he insisted on going to get you, no matter how much Soranik tried to tell him he needed to rest. So we made more rings and a bunch of us went back. Luckily we did, because it looked like Wayne was about to butcher you.”
Kyle frowned, trying to remember. Everything from that time was a blur. He had vague memories of a silver knife. But it was in Hal’s hand, not Wayne’s. “Did Hal kill him?”
Guy shook his head. “No. I convinced him we didn’t need the Navy on our tail over killing some jackass. We needed to get out of there and get you to safety. That convinced him not to kill Wayne … for now anyway. Hal just smashed his nose real good. Knocked him out in one punch!” Guy grinned. “Bruce Wayne won’t be going to any fancy dress parties anytime soon.”
Kyle blew out a sigh of relief and reached over to grasp Hal’s hand. Killing someone of Bruce Wayne’s status would have put every ship in the Navy on the hunt for Hal. He smiled at Guy. “Thanks for stopping him. I don’t want him getting into even more trouble just because of me.”
“Kid, the only thing that stopped him is knowing he’d put you in danger if he killed Wayne. He’d do anything to protect you. I’ve never seen Hal afraid of anything until I saw him watching Soranik work on you. If you had died, there would have been nothing any of us could have done to stop him. Hal would have gone back to kill Wayne in the slowest and most painful way possible, I can guarantee that.”
Kyle frowned. “He’d put the crew in danger because of me?”
“Yeah, kid, he would have.” Guy glanced over at Hal. “I’ve known Hal my whole life, I love him like a brother, but I have to say that he is the most selfish and arrogant man I’ve ever met. And you are the one person he loves more than himself.”
* * *
“You don’t have to coddle me, you know.” Kyle glared at Hal, awake from his forced nap and back to hovering over him like a mother hen. Hal had been furious when he woke up from his drug-induced sleep, but Kyle had suspected that would happen so he insisted that they blame him for the idea. Hal had grumbled some, but at least nobody got punched in the face again. “Don’t you have a ship to run?”
“Guy can handle things.” Hal paced a few more times, then sat in the chair next to the bed. “You shouldn’t have come back for me, Kyle.”
“Too late now.” He grinned at Hal. “It looks like I’m stuck with you.”
Hal didn’t smile back. “I’m serious, Kyle. You had no business being in that fort. And-”
“Hal!” He reached over to take Hal’s hand. “I’m fine. Truly.” And he was feeling better. It was hard to believe he’d been on death’s doorstep last night.
“You could have died!” Hal squeezed his hand. “The ring protected you, helped you survive your injuries, but its light was fading.”
“But the ring worked,” Kyle said. “I’m still alive, aren’t I?”
Hal looked down and ran his thumb over the back of Kyle’s hand.“You should never have put yourself in danger in the first place. Especially not for me.”
Kyle opened his mouth to protest, but realized it was a losing battle. Hal was bound and determined to wallow in his guilt. “Fine. Next time I need to break you out of a prison, I’ll ask your permission first.”
He thought for sure Hal would argue back, but the captain didn’t say anything, just kept his eyes on the hand he held in his grasp.
Kyle rolled to his side and reached up to run his fingers through Hal’s hair. “I can take care of myself, Hal. You can’t dictate what I choose to do with my own life. I’ve had enough of people doing that to me.”
Hal nodded. “I know.” He lifted Kyle’s hand to his lips, kissing his palm. “I do it because I love you. Can you understand that?”
Kyle smiled and brushed his fingers over Hal’s cheek. “Of course I do, as annoying as it is. I love you, too.”
Hal kissed Kyle’s hand again, then stood up. “I need to get back up on deck. I’ll have Soranik come keep you company.”
Kyle frowned, watching Hal hurry out of the cabin. Hal seemed … odd. Distant. Like something was weighing heavily on him. He sighed. Well in a few days they would be in Havana. Maybe some shore leave would do Hal some good.
* * *
“Kyle, we shouldn’t.”
Kyle sighed in frustration then renewed his efforts, sliding his hand down Hal’s belly to grasp his cock. It had been four days since Kyle was injured and though he had been feeling better by the second day, Hal kept avoiding him. He would find something to keep him occupied late into the night, then would do no more than wrap his arms around Kyle as he slept, claiming he didn’t want to disturb Kyle’s recovery. And now Kyle was tired of it. He was fully healed - hell, he was alive! - and he wanted to celebrate it in an appropriate manner. “I want to,” he mumbled into Hal’s chest, flicking his tongue over salty skin. “And I’m fine.” He thrust his own cock against Hal’s thigh. “Very fine,” he murmured.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Kyle.”
Kyle groaned and lifted his face to look at Hal. “You’re not going to hurt me. See?” He took Hal’s hand and pressed it to the scar on his abdomen. “It’s all healed. My bruises are gone, my bones are knit-I don’t even have so much as a headache anymore. The ring took care of everything.” He scooted up to kiss Hal’s mouth. “Though, I do have a few new aches that only you can help me with. Right here.” He moved Hal’s hand down to his cock and ground against it a few times. “I want you,” he sighed, pressing his face into the crook of Hal’s neck. “I want you to fuck me.” He ran his tongue along Hal’s collarbone and smiled when his lover gasped and shivered. Kyle lifted his head again to look into Hal’s eyes. “Or I can fuck you. Whichever you prefer.”
Hal sighed and combed his fingers through Kyle’s hair. “You tell me if I hurt you.” Kyle nodded and then Hal rolled over so he was on top. He settled between Kyle’s thighs, their cocks pressed together.
Kyle ran his hands over Hal’s back. Hal was upset about nearly losing him, but he had come so close to losing Hal as well. What if he’d never met Mogo, had never gotten the ring…? Kyle wrapped his arms around Hal’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him. “How do you want to do this?” Kyle whispered against his mouth.
“Just like this,” Hal said. He ground against Kyle, sliding their cocks together, and bent his head to kiss him. Kyle opened his mouth to Hal’s kisses - gentle at first, but then growing more possessive and needy. “I was so afraid I lost you,” Hal murmured when they stopped to breathe.
“I thought I’d lost you, too.” Kyle wrapped his legs around Hal, pulling him close, grinding his cock up into Hal’s belly. “I wasn’t going to stay … on the ship without you.” His breath quickened and he felt the ache of an orgasm building. “I couldn’t stay … here … without you. I … uh, God! Hal! …” He thrust harder, the orgasm close now. “I love you,” he gasped and then he climaxed, muffling his shouts in Hal’s shoulder.
Before Kyle could catch his breath, Hal came, thrusting hard against Kyle, grunting with the effort. “I love you,” he said afterward into Kyle’s ear. “Always remember that. No matter what.”
Kyle kissed Hal and turned to cuddle against him. “I will,” he said sleepily. “Always.”
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Author: Aranel Took
Fandom/Claim: DC Comics, Hal Jordan/Kyle Rayner
Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex and violence)
Prompt: P - Pirates for au_abc Challenge.
Words: 2,542
Summary: Elseworlds. Kyle Rayner is captured by the notorious pirate Captain Hal Jordan.
Chapter 10 - Healing
Kyle opened his eyes, the dream fading away in a flash of green. He remembered Wayne’s cold voice telling him he was going to die and he remembered Hal’s face, pale with fear. Am I dead? Or was it all just a dream?
He blinked and looked around. He was back on the ship in their bed and his whole body hurt, especially his belly. So he must still be alive. But he couldn’t remember how he got back to the Emerald Dawn.
He turned his head. Hal was sitting next to him, elbows resting on the bed and his head bowed into his hands. He saw that Hal now wore a green lantern ring, too, and Kyle smiled. His limbs felt like lead, but he managed to move his hand far enough to touch Hal’s arm.
Hal’s head jerked up and he stared at Kyle. He looked exhausted. His eyes were red and ringed by dark circles. His hair was a wild mess, as if he’d been running his fingers through it too much, and dried blood was matted in it.
Hal sucked in his breath and reached out to gently touch Kyle’s face. “I thought I’d lost you, love,” he whispered, his voice shaking. He leaned over to kiss him softly, his lips wet against Kyle’s parched mouth, then he stood. “I’ll go get Soranik.”
Kyle didn’t want him to go, but he could only gasp out a weak protest as Hal raced from the room. He looked down at his body. His ribs were bound and every breath came with a stab of sharp pain. His belly was felt like someone had punched him. His head was throbbing and he was sure his entire body was one big bruise.
Soranik came in, a worried Hal behind her. She sat in the chair Hal had vacated. “How are you feeling?”
He did his best to lick his lips. then opened his mouth. “Hurts,” he gasped.
“Get him some water, Captain,” Soranik said over her shoulder.
Hal hurried away again and Soranik bent close to him, laying her hand on his shoulder. “You are a mess, my dear,” she said softly. “It’s a wonder you’re still alive.”
“Feel … like it,” Kyle whispered.
Hal came back with a copper cup full of water. Soranik moved aside so Hal could sit down. He carefully slid his arm under Kyle’s shoulders to lift his head up to drink.
Kyle ignored the pain, just glad to get some water on his parched tongue. He drank down the cup, then Hal eased him back onto the pillow. “How are you?” he asked, lightly brushing his fingers through Kyle’s hair.
“Fine.” Kyle forced a smile on his face. He didn’t know if Soranik had told Hal he was lucky to be alive, and he didn’t want to worry him anymore. Hal already looked worried enough and it was disconcerting to see him like that. Captain Hal Jordan wasn’t supposed to be afraid of anything. He lifted his hand to touch Hal’s face … and noticed his own ring was gone. He frowned. “Where’s my ring?”
Hal shook his head. “I don’t know. You didn’t have it when we found you.” He turned his head to kiss Kyle’s palm. “It’s no matter. We can make you a new one.”
“What if someone finds it?” Kyle wracked his brain, trying to remember what had happened to it. He’d had it when they rescued Hal, he was sure of that, but that was the last thing he really remembered. The ring … where was the ring…?
Something fluttered in his stomach and worked it’s way up towards his throat. He swallowed hard. “I … I’m going to be sick.”
Hal picked up the chamber pot and helped Kyle roll to his side. Kyle coughed painfully and then the little bit of water he had drank came back up, along with something hard that dropped into the pot with a metallic clink. Hal looked into the pot, then up at Kyle, a weary smile on his face. “Well, we seem to have found your ring.”
* * *
Kyle sighed and closed his eyes. He was still tired, although he had slept away most of the day, but overall he was feeling much better than he had this morning. He should be dead - or dying - but instead he was healing at an amazing rate. Already his wounds were closing and his bruises were fading. Even the belly wound was healing, with no sign of going septic. He moved his thumb to rub the ring on his finger. Hal had cleaned it up and refreshed its light from the lantern for him, so it had a slight glow again. As near as they could figure, it had protected him from the fatal injuries, just like the lantern did for the ship, and now the ring was healing him.
He wasn’t the only one who was healing. He glanced at the man gently snoring beside him. Hal’s injuries were healing as well. None of them were as serious as Kyle’s, but Soranik was still worried about him. She had told Kyle that Hal hadn’t slept at all since they’d brought him back. He’d spent every moment sitting by Kyle’s side, pushing himself to exhaustion. And even after Kyle was awake and showing improvement, Hal was still on edge, refusing to sleep. So Soranik had added a concoction of herbs to his rum to force him to sleep.
He heard footsteps in the cabin and looked up. Guy was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, John right behind him. He smiled at his friends. “Come in.”
“We can come back later if he’s sleeping,” John said, nodding towards Hal.
Kyle shook his head. “You won’t wake him. Soranik spiked his rum.”
Guy snickered. “She’s sneaky like that.” He came in and sat on the chair, while John sat on the edge of the bed. “Feeling better, kid?”
Kyle smiled and nodded. “Much better.” In the light from the port hole, Kyle noticed the large, faded bruise around Guy’s eye. He didn’t remember Guy getting hit, so it must have been on the way out. “What happened to your face? Did you have to fight your way out of the prison?”
Guy glanced at John, then shook his head. “Nah. This is from Hal.”
Kyle’s eyes widened. “Hal hit you?”
“He probably would have killed me if Kilowog hadn’t pulled him off me.” He wagged his finger at Kyle. “So think about that the next time you pull some trick that makes me leave you in danger.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Kyle frowned. Hal hadn’t told him what had happened in Port Royal, always finding an excuse to put it off. “So what happened after you left me? My memory is pretty hazy.”
“We got back to the ship without any difficulty,” John said. “Your distraction worked. And as soon as Hal regained consciousness, he wanted to see you.”
Guy sighed. “And I volunteered to be the one to tell him that you stayed behind to distract the guards. He was barely conscious and he still just about took my head off for leaving you there. Then he insisted on going to get you, no matter how much Soranik tried to tell him he needed to rest. So we made more rings and a bunch of us went back. Luckily we did, because it looked like Wayne was about to butcher you.”
Kyle frowned, trying to remember. Everything from that time was a blur. He had vague memories of a silver knife. But it was in Hal’s hand, not Wayne’s. “Did Hal kill him?”
Guy shook his head. “No. I convinced him we didn’t need the Navy on our tail over killing some jackass. We needed to get out of there and get you to safety. That convinced him not to kill Wayne … for now anyway. Hal just smashed his nose real good. Knocked him out in one punch!” Guy grinned. “Bruce Wayne won’t be going to any fancy dress parties anytime soon.”
Kyle blew out a sigh of relief and reached over to grasp Hal’s hand. Killing someone of Bruce Wayne’s status would have put every ship in the Navy on the hunt for Hal. He smiled at Guy. “Thanks for stopping him. I don’t want him getting into even more trouble just because of me.”
“Kid, the only thing that stopped him is knowing he’d put you in danger if he killed Wayne. He’d do anything to protect you. I’ve never seen Hal afraid of anything until I saw him watching Soranik work on you. If you had died, there would have been nothing any of us could have done to stop him. Hal would have gone back to kill Wayne in the slowest and most painful way possible, I can guarantee that.”
Kyle frowned. “He’d put the crew in danger because of me?”
“Yeah, kid, he would have.” Guy glanced over at Hal. “I’ve known Hal my whole life, I love him like a brother, but I have to say that he is the most selfish and arrogant man I’ve ever met. And you are the one person he loves more than himself.”
* * *
“You don’t have to coddle me, you know.” Kyle glared at Hal, awake from his forced nap and back to hovering over him like a mother hen. Hal had been furious when he woke up from his drug-induced sleep, but Kyle had suspected that would happen so he insisted that they blame him for the idea. Hal had grumbled some, but at least nobody got punched in the face again. “Don’t you have a ship to run?”
“Guy can handle things.” Hal paced a few more times, then sat in the chair next to the bed. “You shouldn’t have come back for me, Kyle.”
“Too late now.” He grinned at Hal. “It looks like I’m stuck with you.”
Hal didn’t smile back. “I’m serious, Kyle. You had no business being in that fort. And-”
“Hal!” He reached over to take Hal’s hand. “I’m fine. Truly.” And he was feeling better. It was hard to believe he’d been on death’s doorstep last night.
“You could have died!” Hal squeezed his hand. “The ring protected you, helped you survive your injuries, but its light was fading.”
“But the ring worked,” Kyle said. “I’m still alive, aren’t I?”
Hal looked down and ran his thumb over the back of Kyle’s hand.“You should never have put yourself in danger in the first place. Especially not for me.”
Kyle opened his mouth to protest, but realized it was a losing battle. Hal was bound and determined to wallow in his guilt. “Fine. Next time I need to break you out of a prison, I’ll ask your permission first.”
He thought for sure Hal would argue back, but the captain didn’t say anything, just kept his eyes on the hand he held in his grasp.
Kyle rolled to his side and reached up to run his fingers through Hal’s hair. “I can take care of myself, Hal. You can’t dictate what I choose to do with my own life. I’ve had enough of people doing that to me.”
Hal nodded. “I know.” He lifted Kyle’s hand to his lips, kissing his palm. “I do it because I love you. Can you understand that?”
Kyle smiled and brushed his fingers over Hal’s cheek. “Of course I do, as annoying as it is. I love you, too.”
Hal kissed Kyle’s hand again, then stood up. “I need to get back up on deck. I’ll have Soranik come keep you company.”
Kyle frowned, watching Hal hurry out of the cabin. Hal seemed … odd. Distant. Like something was weighing heavily on him. He sighed. Well in a few days they would be in Havana. Maybe some shore leave would do Hal some good.
* * *
“Kyle, we shouldn’t.”
Kyle sighed in frustration then renewed his efforts, sliding his hand down Hal’s belly to grasp his cock. It had been four days since Kyle was injured and though he had been feeling better by the second day, Hal kept avoiding him. He would find something to keep him occupied late into the night, then would do no more than wrap his arms around Kyle as he slept, claiming he didn’t want to disturb Kyle’s recovery. And now Kyle was tired of it. He was fully healed - hell, he was alive! - and he wanted to celebrate it in an appropriate manner. “I want to,” he mumbled into Hal’s chest, flicking his tongue over salty skin. “And I’m fine.” He thrust his own cock against Hal’s thigh. “Very fine,” he murmured.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Kyle.”
Kyle groaned and lifted his face to look at Hal. “You’re not going to hurt me. See?” He took Hal’s hand and pressed it to the scar on his abdomen. “It’s all healed. My bruises are gone, my bones are knit-I don’t even have so much as a headache anymore. The ring took care of everything.” He scooted up to kiss Hal’s mouth. “Though, I do have a few new aches that only you can help me with. Right here.” He moved Hal’s hand down to his cock and ground against it a few times. “I want you,” he sighed, pressing his face into the crook of Hal’s neck. “I want you to fuck me.” He ran his tongue along Hal’s collarbone and smiled when his lover gasped and shivered. Kyle lifted his head again to look into Hal’s eyes. “Or I can fuck you. Whichever you prefer.”
Hal sighed and combed his fingers through Kyle’s hair. “You tell me if I hurt you.” Kyle nodded and then Hal rolled over so he was on top. He settled between Kyle’s thighs, their cocks pressed together.
Kyle ran his hands over Hal’s back. Hal was upset about nearly losing him, but he had come so close to losing Hal as well. What if he’d never met Mogo, had never gotten the ring…? Kyle wrapped his arms around Hal’s neck and pulled him down to kiss him. “How do you want to do this?” Kyle whispered against his mouth.
“Just like this,” Hal said. He ground against Kyle, sliding their cocks together, and bent his head to kiss him. Kyle opened his mouth to Hal’s kisses - gentle at first, but then growing more possessive and needy. “I was so afraid I lost you,” Hal murmured when they stopped to breathe.
“I thought I’d lost you, too.” Kyle wrapped his legs around Hal, pulling him close, grinding his cock up into Hal’s belly. “I wasn’t going to stay … on the ship without you.” His breath quickened and he felt the ache of an orgasm building. “I couldn’t stay … here … without you. I … uh, God! Hal! …” He thrust harder, the orgasm close now. “I love you,” he gasped and then he climaxed, muffling his shouts in Hal’s shoulder.
Before Kyle could catch his breath, Hal came, thrusting hard against Kyle, grunting with the effort. “I love you,” he said afterward into Kyle’s ear. “Always remember that. No matter what.”
Kyle kissed Hal and turned to cuddle against him. “I will,” he said sleepily. “Always.”
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