by Mark Alders
Emerson flashed a smile. "Just get on with the job." But to Ely the words were nowhere near as poisonous as they were a few moments ago. Had Emerson softened now that he was in Ely's presence? Or was what he said earlier all an act, just like what Kale did. Ely was confused.
"Sure thing."
Again, after much adjusting and re-adjusting, the ion-reactor mix needed to keep the shuttle from becoming a fireball inside the Mandrake's emissions was achieved. The final result was one-hundred percent ion power with twenty percent enhanced by reactor power. That gave Ely plenty to use to boost the shields.
When done, and reasonably certain the shuttle was safe, he leaned back in his chair, knitting his fingers behind his head and taking in a deep breath. His hair, forehead and body was covered in sweat, both from the stress and the speed at which he had worked. Sure, the ride was as rough, the shuttle vibrating all over, the inertial dampeners at maximum, but at least they had done it.
Emerson leaned over once more, and said, "We make a great team." And with that he patted Ely on his knee.
Ely almost jumped out of the chair, having to grab for the control panel in desperation to stop himself from falling backwards and making an even bigger fool of himself. "Say what?"
Before Ely could ask for an explanation, Commander Okinawa appeared, Braden in tow. "Excellent job, cadet Ely, Cadet Emerson," he began. "Thanks to your quick thinking, the shuttle is able to remain with the Mandrake and perform the sensor sweep the captain so desperately wants. Perhaps now we can get some answers."
Ely and Emerson got to their feet, saluting the commander. "Yes, sir," they chimed together.
The man circled them, a beaming smile on his lips. He was clearly pleased. "We won't be able to get back into the shuttle bay until we can sort out what's going on with this energy field. Looks like we're all in for the long haul. I suggest you both get some rest, I don't want tired men on my watch." He paused to pat Ely and Emerson on their shoulders in turn. "There are three cabins on board. Cadet Braden here tells me you're a couple, so both of you can have the second cabin. I will take the first, while Cadet Kale and Cadet Braden can have the other. Now get to it, I'll wake you in six hours."
Ely was dumbfounded. He got the distinct feeling everyone was in on something and he wasn't. Had Braden set him up, too? Offering Ely to join in with Carl as a test? Had Emerson only pretended to be angry after all this time, just to punish him?
Before he could sort out any of the questions that swam in his mind, Emerson grabbed him by his hand and led him out of the engineering compartment.
Chapter Nine
About half way along the corridor that housed the ladder that led up to the main work areas and cabins of the shuttle, Ely pulled his hand out of Emerson's grip. "What the fuck's going on here, Emerson?"
Emerson stared deep into Ely's eyes, that magical twinkle had returned. "Giving you a lesson you'll never forget, that's what."
"You…you set me up, didn't you?"
Emerson let out a laugh. "I sure did. I told you when you asked me out that I would be mighty pissed off if I found out you were having me on. At first I did think such a thing, and I was going to dump you and never speak to you again. Then Kale came and saw me, and after talking to him, I realised that you were genuine and you'd only suffered from putting your foot firmly in your mouth."
"Yeah, I'm famous for that, didn't you know."
Emerson grabbed both of Ely's hands, drawing him close. "At any rate, I decided to give you a chance to redeem yourself, so I asked Kale and Braden to help me. I think you know the result of all that, don't you?"
"I sure do." Ely couldn't help but add respect to the long list of things he admired about Emerson. Getting Braden to do such a thing wouldn't have been an easy task, especially considering Ely didn't exist in his mind up until yesterday. He could just imagine the look on Braden's face as Emerson told him his plan.
Emerson came to plant a kiss onto Ely's lips. A kiss Ely had wanted so bad all day. He closed his eyelids, letting the contact of skin on skin take him away for a moment, his head spinning with giddy delight.
Ely took his hands from Emerson's so he could embrace him tight. The warmth of him as his body pressed closer consumed his thoughts with both pleasure and relief.
For the longest time they held each other, lips on lips, body against body. Then Emerson slipped in his tongue, Ely's stomach turned and again his mind became a storm of enjoyment. For an eternity and beyond, they deepened their kiss to a level Ely thought would have never happen only moments ago. When parted, Emerson said, "And you passed my test with flying colours."
Ely couldn't speak at first, lost in Emerson's presence, his tongue tingling from all of his attention. Finally, after he cleared his throat, staring deep into Emerson's beautiful eyes, wanting to get lost within them forever, he said, "I'm…so glad…I did, Emerson. I was so beside myself I couldn't function without thinking of you."
"I know." Emerson kissed Ely again. Once more he was consumed with the man's touch, every fibre of his being, from sinew to neuron, now only functioned for Emerson. "Oh, and you can call me Sonny."
Ely licked his lips, the taste of Emerson still vivid. "Well, you can call me whatever you like, Sonny."
Emerson let out a chuckle. "I think I can graduate you from fuck head."
"Gee, thanks."
"Now take me to our cabin before Commander Okinawa catches us in the corridor. He was adamant we get some rest."
"We're not going to go to sleep straight away, are we?"
Emerson patted Ely on his buttocks. "Depends on how well you behave, my dear Ely."
Ely smiled. "I'll be good, I promise."
"Who said I want you to be good?" Emerson led Ely to the ladder, letting him go first, getting a good feel of his backside as he climbed up to the main deck. "Just don't say anything that will make me call in any favours from Kale and Braden again."
Ely looked down. Emerson was close behind him, his face ignited with a cheeky smile. "How did you pull that off, by the way?"
"I'll tell you about it someday. But not now. Now I have other ideas."
Ely and Emerson were soon inside cabin two, their appointed quarters. The room was as sparse as could be imagined, but it had two single cots and a small chest of drawers. On the drawers, a lamp and a box of syn-tissues. Much to Ely's delight, the beds could be joined to make a double, the box springs moved together and the single mattresses zipped.
Many couples worked on starships, so the military accommodated that as best they could. After all, that sort of thing was to be expected, especially seeing as tours lasted years at a time in deep space. To couples who were registered, they then got couple quarters. Something Ely would eventually want to have with Emerson, all things going well from now on. As an added bonus, after a thorough medical, registration meant that skin seal could be considered an option not a necessity. Except for straight couples, they had to go through the extra hoop of applying for a breeder's license if they wanted to perform any sexual activity without protection.
On deep space tour ships, the military rarely gave out such a license. Sure, it happened, there were crèche's and schools on board, but still, Ely didn't know of too many military brats running around. Thankfully, he never had to worry about such things, his sexuality seeing to that.
Emerson had gone to one of the cots, pushing it toward the other. Seemed he had the same idea as Ely had as soon as the cabin door was opened and the full view of their cabin was realised.
"I'll give you a hand," Ely said, coming to the other cot and pushing it. Moments later, both beds were joined and the bedclothes in place. Ely leaned over and kissed Emerson. "I brought the skin seal this time."
Emerson smiled. "And I brought a couple of things that will enrich our time together, too."
"Really? What?"
"Patience. You'll see in a moment."
Ely pulled out the can of skin seal from his bag, throwing the canister onto the cot. An item he wa
s sure glad he packed, even though at the time he didn't think he'd have a snowball's chance in hell of using it. How things change. He unpacked his pillow, too. "I sure love how away missions require bags to be packed, makes a man prepared for anything, doesn't it?"
Emerson let out a laugh. "Just stop your jabbering and get your clothes off, Ely. I've been hanging out for you to continue where we left off. You have a rather interesting promise to keep, now haven't you?" Emerson's voice was filled with lust and his gaze roved over Ely as he began to disrobe.
While Ely took off his clothes, his mind went through the events of last night. Most of the time since then he had been thinking about how to get Emerson back, and what he could have done differently, not of what happened.
Then Ely remembered.
The man was kinky, that was certain. Before he put his foot into his mouth, Ely was about to lick Emerson's sweet arsehole before using his dildo to soften him up for the pounding he had been working up to since buying him that drink.
Ely smiled, but chose to remain silent. Besides, the sight before him was more than enough to feast on. Emerson had unzipped his duffel bag, producing the dildo in question and a tube of lubricant. This time Ely didn't even entertain the idea of mentioning Braden in any way, shape or form. He didn't want anything to spoil this moment.
Which was a good thing. Once Emerson had retrieved what he desired from his bag, he slipped off his shirt and began to unbutton his trousers. Ely came onto the cot, now naked and as aroused as he had been all those hours ago. Every inch of his erection throbbing for Emerson, pre-cum already glistening at the end of his piss slit.
The silence remained between them.
Then again, nothing needed to be said, except a gasp passing from Ely's lips when Emerson freed his dick from his underwear. He was erect, too, his foreskin unable to keep his bulging head covered. He was as massive as Ely remembered.
Ely reached out and grabbed Emerson around his waist. His smooth, perfect white skin was so inviting, so appealing that Ely wanted him more than anything.
In the next instant, Emerson came to fall into Ely's arms, pressing himself against him, their skin on skin contact electric. Soon, they were all arms and legs and roving kisses and gasps and moans that filled the cabin with their passion.
Ely's mind span with the rising pangs of ecstasy created by their touch upon each other. Emerson's beautiful and slender hands wandered all over his back and buttocks, nails raking. Emerson kissed him deep. A kiss that was even more intense and passionate than the one in the corridor. Over and over their tongues touched, darted away and contacted again. Ely was consumed by the taste of his lover, the attention he received. His lips tingling and his mind thinking of nothing but intense relief that he was in Emerson's arms, the object of his desire.
When parted, Emerson came off Ely and reached for the skin seal. He applied the spray to both their dicks. Ely smiled. That meant one thing, Emerson wanted him to suck him off, take that monster that lived happily between his legs into his hungry mouth.
Ely didn't need any encouragement. He slid down Emerson, roving his tongue around his pink, aroused nipples. Then, when satisfied he had given that part of him enough attention, he moved down his chest, toward his navel. When wet trails had been left all across Emerson's body, like glistening rivers, Ely went down to his pubes.
Emerson's hair above his dick was thick and black and smelled like musk and sweat and a hint of whatever he had used to shower with this morning. Ely's mouth watered as he took in more of his lover's scent, burying his nose in the hair while grabbing his thick, long cock.
Seconds later, Ely was at Emerson's fully engorged dick, licking around his piss slit in preparation to take him all. He looked up to Emerson. His stomach was quivering and he played with his own nipples. A sight that pleased Ely, reassured him that so far everything was being done right. The man offered a slight nod, more than enough for Ely to know that he had permission to proceed.
Ely opened his mouth as wide as he could, taking Emerson's cock into it, rolling his tongue all over his shaft, making sure he pulled at the root of him so that his foreskin was retracted and he could get to as much sensitive skin as he could.
Emerson let out a yelp and those gentle quivers that had moved his stomach, now coursed through his whole body. Again Ely felt encouraged. He sucked and slurped, but not before he jiggled Emerson's length in his mouth, pushing him to one side of his uvula so that he could take him in as far as he could without gagging.
For the longest time, Ely worked Emerson's cock, enjoying the sensation of the man's warmth, the man's virility within him. He continued to roll his tongue while he sucked, producing so much saliva that a lot escaped the seal of his lips and dribbled down his chin onto Emerson's balls.
Emerson also continued to let out his delight, whimpering and yelping in time with each push down Ely made on his length. "Oh, fuck, you're good, Ely. Oh fucking fuck!"
Then Ely decided to change his tactic. He pulled up, the slurp of Emerson's cock leaving his mouth loud in his ears. The man's length, all beautifully slick with his attention, veins bulging and his head a bright red, slapped against his stomach.
Ely licked down the length of his erection until he could take one of Emerson's balls into his mouth. He did so with a gentle action, rolling them with his tongue, careful not to hurt. When one had received enough attention, he proceeded to the next.
Within seconds, Emerson was writhing on the bed, his toes curled and his head thrust back, enjoying what Ely did to him. "I want you, Sonny."
Emerson came back to the moment with Ely's words. Sitting up, his cheeks flushed as bright red as his bulging head, his eyes sparkling how he loved them to be. This was heaven.
"Do it." Was all the man said with a voice so filled with lust that Ely knew he wouldn't be far off blowing his load. Ely smiled. He had done everything right.
He grabbed the dildo and lube, applying the ointment to his own dick and the toy's. Emerson didn't need any encouragement, he came up so he was on all fours on the cot, the familiar creak a welcome one.
Ely's vision was filled with the beautiful view of Emerson's buttocks and pink arsehole. Again, seeing his genitals dangling between his legs was one Ely could enjoy forever and ever. He reached out an cupped them, letting Emerson know he was ready.
Seconds later, he came to lick Emerson, starting at the back of his balls and working up until he was teasing the rim of his arsehole, grabbing his buttocks and pulling them open wider. Emerson gasped and arched his back, opening his legs as far as they could go without being uncomfortable.
Ely then licked his hole, moving in circles, making sure he kept his tongue as ridged as he could so as to give Emerson the full sensation of his attention. The feeling of his lover's arsehole skin against his working tongue, the musk he was enveloped within, all was enough to bring Ely to the edge. He pulled away, but not because he didn't want to continue, but because he wanted to keep going. How long he had licked him, he couldn't tell. All he knew was that Emerson was saturated in saliva, just like his cock and balls were earlier.
Ely caught his breath. His heart was racing, the blood rushing loud in his ears. He was near climax and had to stop, to take a moment to pause before starting over. He didn't want to blow his load before he even got his dick into Emerson, before he was surrounded by his tightness.
"You're hole is so sweet," Ely said, bringing the dildo to Emerson's arsehole.
"Oh, Ely." Emerson groaned some more. "You're wonderful."
Ely ran the tip of the dildo around Emerson's arsehole, getting as much lubricant on him as possible. He remembered his lover's advice from last night, making sure the action with the toy wasn't forceful enough for penetration, but to prepare. Again Emerson gasped. After a moment, he added, "You can push it in, if you like. I'm ready."
Ely did so. Making sure he went in with the dildo as slow as he could, give time for Emerson to accept the length of the toy without causing pain. It was f
ascinating, erotic and oh, so wonderful to see the head of the dildo disappear into Emerson's hole, stretching it.
Again, with care and slow, fluid movements, Ely worked the dildo to a gentle rhythm, pushing it in as far as he dared and pulling it out just enough so that the rim of its head became visible. He did this over and over, all the while Emerson let out cries of ecstatic joy, his balls swaying hypnotic in time with each push Ely made.
"Do you want more, my Sonny?"
Emerson didn't reply. Ely couldn't blame him, the man was in the throes of ecstasy. His whole body seemed to shudder, his breaths more like panting. Ely knew the time was right. He pulled out the toy, placing it onto the top of the chest of drawers. He sidled into position, grabbing Emerson's waist.
It was then Emerson said, "Oh, yes. Now, my Ely. Now!"
With that encouragement, Ely touched Emerson's arsehole with his dick. Emerson continued to let out his gasps, the sounds spurring Ely on. Within a blink of an eye, he sunk his length into his lover, his cock going in without effort. The dildo had well and truly prepared him for Ely's love.
Ely came to kiss Emerson on his back and neck while he built up his own rhythm, while his cock became surrounded by the heat of his lover's flesh. Now it was Ely's turn to gasp. He tingled all over. Nothing compared to having a man's arse, and Emerson's was one awesome arse.
Emerson turned his head, coming so he could kiss Ely. His face was bright red, his lips even more so. Soon they touched tongues and Ely knew he wouldn't be long before his climax would reach him. He could already feel his balls tighten, his stomach churn with wave upon wave of pleasure.
Ely pushed himself in as deep as he could go. His whole body was submerged in Emerson's love, just how he wanted it to be. The man let out more delicious yelps, filled the cabin with one clear message. Ely had done good.
Then it happened.
Ely let everything go and his whole body shuddered. Both of them panted as they kissed and writhed, their heated skin the bridge that joined them. More and more he felt his dick pulse as he released his load. The skin seal would stretch, capturing the fluid. But Ely didn't care about that. He wanted to make sure Emerson was happy.
