Wild Passions

by A Storm Moon Press Anthology

  "This is going to be a pain to get off," said Panos.

  Jason responded with an absent-minded 'uh-huh'; his mind was too occupied thinking about a solution to the problem of the scales. Eventually he came up with an idea. He wasn't sure whether it would work or not, but it was all he had. He walked across to the kitchen drawer and took out a pair of scissors.

  "Cut your pubes off," he said, handing Panos the scissors.

  "Are you kidding?"

  Jason shook his head and applied another coat of modeling clay to the scales.

  By the time Panos had finished snipping there was a large ball of black pubic hair on the table.

  "Perfect," said Jason.

  At that moment, the telephone rang and the smiles dropped from both their faces. Jason looked nervously at Panos, and then walked across the kitchen to answer it.

  It was The Gazette, the local rag that had published the photos.

  "I thought we'd be hearing from you," said Jason. "Do you realize that we're discussing legal action against you and whichever low-life sold you those photos?"

  The voice on the other end, Mr. Thom Jeffries, the editor, paused. "On what grounds?"

  "On the grounds that the photos are obviously fakes, bad ones at that, and by printing them, you have put an innocent man in danger."

  "We have a signed affidavit from the person who took those photos, and unless you can prove that they are indeed fakes, then we are within our rights to print them. What's more, we intend to sell them to other agencies."

  "Well, you go ahead, and we'll sue you for so much that you'll have to close down that little gossip rag you write. You won't even have enough left over for bus fare."

  Jason frowned as the man on the other end laughed.

  "You certainly can talk a good story," said Thom Jeffries, "but can you put your money where your mouth is?"

  Jason pressed the button and hung up the cocky editor.

  "We've got to work fast. That was The Gazette, and I have a feeling they'll be heading right over."

  Jason began dabbing the paint on, but soon realized that he had matched the paint up to the color of Panos' skin, but the slightly darker modeling clay made the color of the paint slightly darker, too. In a panic, he added some white and eventually got the shade as perfect as it was ever going to be. With all the attention to detail of a Michelangelo, he dabbed the paint on with a sponge, and then pressed the pubic hair into the paint so that when it dried it would trap the hair.

  "You're getting a haircut," said Jason. "Not enough pubes here to do what I need to do."

  "You could always try my arse crack," said Panos.

  "At least you haven't lost your sense of humor."

  "Says who?" said Panos.

  Jason kissed Panos on the lips, and then started cutting his hair. With some more painting and more hair transplanting, Panos was looking more and more like a stereotypical Greek man: hairy. But the hair did cover up the lumps caused by the scales, mostly, and with Jason's attention to detail, you couldn't tell the difference between Panos' natural skin and the skin Jason had created for him.

  And in the nick of time.

  Jason had just stepped back to admire his handiwork when the front doorbell rang.

  "Now, let me handle this," he said. "And try not to move too much. That stuff is liable to crack. Hopefully, we can get it all off you in a few minutes. In the mean time, take the laundry basket out and when you hear us coming around the side, start taking the clothes off the line. I want them to catch us 'unaware'. Stay in your shorts. They have to see you topless, and try and keep your front to them. It's more impressive, artistically, than the back."

  "You're so smart," said Panos with a nervous smile. "You think of everything."

  "I hope so," said Jason. "Now off you go."

  Jason walked to the front door and opened it.

  "We're here to interview a Mr. Panos Dimitriadus."

  Jason noticed three reporters lurking behind the one who had knocked, and a small group of casual onlookers waiting on the footpath.

  "What could you possibly want to interview him about? Have you got any idea how bloody ridiculous this all is?" Jason demanded.

  "Nevertheless, we'd like to see Mr. Dimitriadus ourselves."

  Jason sighed and pretended to relent. "All right, then," he huffed. "Make it short. We've got things to do. I think he's out back." Jason closed the door behind him and led the small gaggle of excited journos around the side of the house. "Panos, we've got visitors. They want to talk to you."

  Panos looked over at the small crowd and said, "Hello". He took a couple of steps forward, but kept a safe distance away.

  However, upon seeing Panos shirtless for themselves, none of the journalists knew what to say.

  "So what can I do for you?" asked Panos.

  Jason gave the assembled group a 'Well, then?' look and stuck his thumbs into the pockets of his shorts.

  "We just came to check out a story, which, as you know, concerns you, but I guess there is no story."

  Jason rolled his eyes. "Now will you go and leave us in peace?"

  The man who was leading the party turned to leave, but a feisty young red-haired girl, probably fresh from university, stepped forward with her Dictaphone held out at arm's length. "How do you account for the picture of yourself with scales and gills, then?" she asked, her tone accusatory.

  "As far as I'm concerned, I don't have to account for anything. I'm just a normal guy, minding my own business and wishing that other people would do the same."

  Jason beamed. He couldn't have said it better himself.

  "Now, if you would kindly get off my property and leave us to get on with our weekend, I'd be very grateful," said Panos.

  The red-haired girl spun around on the spot and walked off in a huff with the others trailing after her. Then, just before they disappeared around the side of the house, one of the male journalists turned and snapped a picture of Panos and Jason as they walked back to the house.

  "Let them take their pictures," said Jason.

  "I can't wait to get this stuff off," said Panos. "It's damned itchy."

  "Just leave it on for a bit longer," suggested Jason. "We want to be sure that everyone's satisfied. It took so long to get it all on, and I'm not sure I could do such a good job a second time."

  Jason started cleaning up the mess he'd made while Panos put the kettle on.

  "Tea or coffee, babe?"

  "Coffee, thanks," replied Jason.

  At that moment there was another knock on the front door.

  "Let me get this one," said Panos.

  Jason didn't know if that was such a good idea. The make up job looked great from a distance but risked failing any close up inspection.

  "Mr. Panos Dimitriadus?" said a voice.

  Jason couldn't hear the reply.

  "I'm Mr. Jeffries from The Gazette. My reporter told me of the horrible mix up, and I'm here to apologize in person."

  And to see for yourself, thought Jason.

  "Please accept my apologies on behalf of myself and my staff for any inconvenience. I can see now that it was all a stupid mistake and a lesson for us to research our news items a little more thoroughly."

  Jason heard the door close and footsteps coming back to the kitchen.

  "Did you hear all that?" asked Panos.

  "I sure did. I knew he'd be dropping by," said Jason. "Couldn't help himself. And I'd say he was out there all the time judging by the speed he got here after the others left."

  "So can we get all this muck off me now?" asked Panos.

  Jason smiled. "I reckon we can."

  They walked into the bathroom, stepping out of their shorts and getting under the warm spray of the shower. Two pairs of hands peeled and pulled and scrubbed at Jason's masterpiece, and great globs of modeling clay, paint, and pubic hair dropped to the tiled shower floor, forming a slick around their feet.

 
"We might have to call a plumber in to get this drain unblocked by the time we've finished," said Jason.

  "I hope he's hot," added Panos.

  Jason gave him a playful slap on the arse. "How are your gills? Did we get all the stuff out?"

  Panos gave them a final going over with the bar of soap. "I think they're okay. I'll head out for another swim tonight. That'll get rid of anything that we've missed."

  Then Jason noticed a strange expression come over Panos' face. "What?' he asked.

  Panos wrapped his arms around Jason's waist. "I forgot to tell you how wonderful you are. I've been acting like a total dick, and you've been there taking care of me. Thank you."

  Panos pulled Jason closer and kissed him firmly on the lips. Jason's cock was already hard and pressing against Panos' stiff cock. Their erect nipples rubbed gently against each other as their kisses grew more and more passionate. Jason placed a hand on the back of Panos' head, pulling it closer to his, while the other hand rested in the small of Panos' back. At the same time, he could feel Panos place both hands on his arse cheeks, massaging them and pulling them apart so that the warm water trickled down over his arsehole. Then their hands were all over each other's muscular bodies pulling, grabbing, squeezing. Their kisses hot, their passion burning. Their hips grinding together, one cock massaging the other.

  Jason clamped his mouth on Panos' hairy nipple and began to suck it. He took it between his teeth and flicked the fleshy nub with the tip of his tongue, producing long moans of ecstasy from Panos. He moved to the other nipple and sucked it, using his teeth and tongue to give equal amounts of pleasure and pain.

  Jason trailed kisses down over the hairy flesh covering Panos' pectoral muscle, and then over the scales and down to the massive cock, jutting straight up like a veined horn. He took the engorged cockhead into his mouth and sucked on it, tonguing the eye of the cock before running his tongue around the smooth edge. Already, he could taste the precome leaking out.

  He felt Panos place a hand gently on the back on his head as he slipped his mouth down the entire length of the shaft, stopping only when he could feel the bulbous helmet at the back of his throat and the light scratch of thick, black pubic hair around his lips. Slowly, he came back again, stopping just before the entire cock was out of his mouth, and then thrust forward once more to swallow Panos' cock completely. Back and forth he continued, completely enjoying the fact that he had part of his lover inside him and that he was providing pleasure for the one he had so deeply fallen in love with.

  Above him, he felt Panos lean over him. Still, he kept sucking the swollen muscle, not once breaking his rhythm. He flattened his tongue, caressing the cock and feeling every bump of every vein.

  He began to tickle Panos' large, dangling balls as he sucked, gently massaging them to increase the wonderful sensations his lover was no doubt feeling judging by the long, loud moans and grunts he could hear.

  "Oh baby, I'm getting close," said Panos, gently pushing Jason's head off his cock, and then slowly guiding him up into a standing position.

  Again they kissed, sucking each other's tongue and lips, bursts of warm breath exploding into each other's mouths.

  "Make love to me," said Jason. "I need you inside me."

  He turned around and braced himself against the tiled wall of the shower. He waited for Panos to lubricate his cock with the baby oil he had retrieved while Jason was sucking him. Even though they had made love at least half a dozen times before, the first touch of Panos' beautiful cock against his arsehole still made him quiver with anticipation.

  As Panos guided his prick into Jason, Jason arched his back, pushing his arse further onto the enormous shaft. A flood of warmth, off utter happiness, washed over him as he felt his lover slide deeper into him, filling him completely. Completely relaxed, he let his head fall back onto his shoulders, and a tiny moan left his lips.

  When he was all the way inside, Panos reached around and began to tweak Jason's nipples as his hips slowly and gently thrust forward and backward in a steady rhythm. Jason loved having his nipples played with, so between the sensation of having his lover buried so deeply inside him from behind and having his nipples played with, he was in absolute rapture. His whole body felt alive, as though it was surging with power. He felt like he could fly; just leap up and take off into the blue skies.

  For a while, Panos' fingers stayed at Jason's nipples, but then they began to roam, exploring the contours of Jason's muscular stomach while his lips kissed and tickled the back of Jason's neck.

  Jason took hold of his cock and began to stroke it. It was just one more sensation to add to the incredible, almost overwhelming collection of indescribable sensations he was experiencing already. As he noticed his cock dribbling precome, he ran a finger over the tip, spreading the slick, sticky gel over his swollen cockhead, and then down along the shaft, enabling his hand to more smoothly slide up and down its length.

  Panos was beginning to thrust into him faster and with more vigor. He kept his lips on Jason's neck, but only half-heartedly kissed him. Jason could tell it wouldn't be long before Panos filled him full of seed, a thought that always brought him to the brink of orgasm.

  He could hear Panos grunting in his ear and feel Panos' strong hands grab his hips. His own breathing had become deeper and faster. His heart raced in his chest, and there was a powerful sensation brewing in his loins, about to erupt. A few more thrusts from Panos, and he felt his arsehole tighten around Panos' cock. His whole abdomen tightened, and his cock head swelled to an even greater size.

  One almighty grunt, and he watched the first spurt of come shoot out of his cock. Great ropes of warm come shot out, spraying the tiles in front of him before sliding slowly down toward the floor.

  The contractions around Panos' cock were the trigger for him to send a similar thick wad of cream up into Jason's arse. Jason felt himself being pulled backward so that Panos' cock was buried as far as it would go inside him. Each small thrust meant another jet of come inside him, and the more, the better.

  After they had both emptied their balls, they stood, joined, under the shower a while longer. Jason turned his head as far as he could to meet Panos' lips, and they kissed.

  "I love you," Panos whispered.

  The words made Jason feel as though his whole body was glowing with light. His cock twitched. His arsehole twitched, clenching around Panos' still semi-hard cock.

  "I love you, too," he said.

  For a while longer, they stood in a blissful embrace, and it was only the shower running cold that forced them apart.

  Panos leaned out and grabbed the two towels off the towel rack and, in between kisses, they dried each other.

  "What would you like to do this afternoon?" asked Jason.

  "I don't know," replied Panos. "Let's make something to eat, crack open a nice bottle of wine, and talk about the future."

  "Sounds like a perfect afternoon," said Jason.

  And it was.

  Jason Kim looked over the mission log his supervisors had sent down earlier that afternoon and stifled a sigh. Back to Perelan. Damn it, he knew that the Silver Star was the best ship for those particular runs--part container vessel and part upper-class cruiser--but that didn't make him like them any better. Admittedly, the cargo was good. There was always a high demand for luxuries on Perelan, and he never had a problem filling the hold while he was there, but the passengers... He could happily give them a pass. It was part of the deal, though, and while he was captaining a merchant vessel instead of a military starship these days, he always honored his deals. No pretending the life support couldn't handle an influx of people, no insinuating that their treatment of his highly-trained civilian staff was anything other than exemplary. In fact, it was likely his staff would do the civvy version of a mutiny if he refused passengers from Perelan, and Jason didn't want to deal with that.

  He sat back in his chair and glanced at the log again, charting courses and times in hi
s mind. He'd load fuel and foodstuffs for arrival at Ceyla City and pick up passengers there. That would include three Perels, who apparently had decided they wanted to finish their post-adolescent "tour of the 'verse" in high and expensive style. Following Ceyla City, they'd stop by Ishtar to load elegant, hand-crafted consumer goods that would be snapped up on Perelan, and then finally circle back to the vaunted planet itself, to drop off his three interlopers. After that, thank whoever his scheduler was, he was off-duty for a month. It was past time, too.

  "Orders come down the pipe, sir?" his second-in-command asked, smiling slightly. "Fluttering down to you like little angels from on high? Zipping along the information super conduit? Smacking into your brain at warp speed--"

  "Thank you for that series of outdated turns of phrase, Flo; you must have been saving them up for a while."

  "Yes, well, I like Old Earth idioms as much as the next person, sir."

  "Or far, far more than the next person."

  "Yeah, that." She peered at the screen with interest. "Where're we going?"

  "Ceyla, Ishtar, Perelan."

  "Money run," she noted, not at all put off by Jason's terseness. "Passengers?"

  "Whomever we can fit comfortably, but we're reserving three suites for some Perels coming aboard in Ceyla."

  "Oooh, they'll need them," Florence smirked. "Make sure they get the biggest beds available, too. Perels rarely sleep alone."

  "I'm well aware of their preferences."

  "They'll be good for business. Everyone wants to travel with a Perel..." Florence's voice trailed off as she remembered why Jason might not like to hear that. "Sorry, sir."

  "Water under the bridge, Flo."

  "Nice one," she congratulated him.

  "For you, I'm willing to make the effort." Jason looked over the mission log again. "The delivery for Ceyla should be arriving around fifteen hundred hours, local time. Can you handle the loading and pre-flight check? Make sure all the staff are on board and prepped?"

  "Absolutely, sir," Florence said immediately. "I'll let you know when everyone is settled and we're ready to head out. Go and do something relaxing. Have a bubble bath. Hit a punching bag. Holo-snipe something."