Chaos Station 01 - Chaos Station

by Kelly Jensen

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” Zed gasped.

  Flick jerked his pants down farther. The head of Zed’s cock barely felt the chill of the air before Flick’s lips surrounded it. Zed ignored the earlier admonition and threaded his fingers through Flick’s hair, gripping the curls and pulling gently. His hips wanted to move, but his half-removed pants and Flick’s weight held him still, at the mercy of the other man’s lips...and tongue...

  “Fuck.” It sounded more like a whimper than a curse, but Zed didn’t care.

  Flick’s mouth was so hot and wet, the suction he added exactly right. He sucked down as much as he could, his tongue adding another layer of stroking, encouraging, enticing. He withdrew, only to start the process again, and again, until Zed was quivering for real, on the cusp of no return, pathetic noises falling from his lips as he begged for just a little more.

  * * *

  Felix couldn’t say he remembered the taste of Zed’s cock, but he remembered the feel of him in his mouth, the constrained urge to thrust, hips trembling beneath his hands, whimpers and whines sweeter than any song drifting past his ears. Having Zed quiver beneath him delivered a heady rush of adrenaline. Desire burned across his skin, a hot flush that shot straight to his groin. Tangled in a fold of his shorts, Felix’s cock ached, the scrape and pull of fabric against flesh as exciting as the tang of bitterness that touched his lips and tongue.

  He paused to watch the needy buck of Zed’s hips.

  “Whoa, boy,” he murmured, aware his breath would tickle the moistened erection seeking his mouth.

  “You’re killing me.”

  “Hush.”

  Zed twitched beneath another breath of air. Amused—and damned aroused—Felix bent to his task again, wrapping his hand around the lower half of Zed’s shaft, little finger nudging into his balls. Zed’s answering groan told him he’d used just the right pressure. Tongue swirling, he tasted Zed’s length, paying attention to the contours and the way his lips flowed over them, the jerk and release of Zed’s hips, the renewed grunts and groans.

  It was tempting to suck his way to victory, despite the ache of his jaw—it had been a while since he’d done something so intimate with a lover. But Felix wanted more than an exchange of blow jobs. He wanted the connection, all of it—what they’d had a couple of days before, what he’d all but tossed away when the afterglow had faded. He wanted to love all of Zed, not just his dick.

  Pulling away again, he ignored the throaty whine and poked his tongue into the groove between Zed’s balls and thigh. The tip of his tongue marked a trail, the scent of sleep-warmed skin and musk rising to meet him as Zed shifted—no, squirmed.

  He bit a fold of flesh and moved down to tease Zed’s inner thigh.

  “I’m dying.”

  “Tremble for me, Zed.”

  He did, legs shifting, knees flexing against the confines of his pants. Likely, his toes curled. The fingers wrapped around Felix’s head tugged at his hair. Growling softly, Felix tucked his face back between Zed’s legs, his tongue washing across his tight nuts to tickle the other thigh. He gave the straining erection a quick stroke and chuckled at the attendant groan.

  “You were never this much of a tease before.”

  “Had a bit of time to perfect my technique.”

  Better to acknowledge the years they’d been apart than to suggest he’d pined, thrown himself into inappropriate situations or avoided physical intimacy altogether, regardless of whether he’d done all of the above or not.

  Felix bit the other thigh gently and smiled as Zed cried out and clutched his head. Kissing his way back up over the thigh, Felix let his shoulder brush past Zed’s cock, so very aware of how it felt because of the incidental nudges against his own erection. He took a moment to revel in the scent of man, the combination of musk and sweat that always made his gut flip and his heart race, then took Zed’s cock into his mouth to deliver four hard, fast sucks, fingers gripping where his lips couldn’t reach. Felix lifted his head again and nearly crooned as Zed called out his name, each syllable stretched with need.

  “Feel-iix!”

  “Sing it, baby.”

  Zed’s hips bucked up and down and Felix felt his respond, pushing forward with the desperate need to find that cleft between Zed’s buttocks. God, he wanted to fuck him again, or maybe even make love to him—slowly, torturously, until both of them sang, the echo of their whines louder than the harsh pant of their breaths.

  Zed pulled his hand from Felix’s hair and gripped his shoulder. He applied enough pressure to halt the tease, holding Felix centimeters away from his cock. Felix glanced up to find his lips curved in a wicked smile.

  “Wanna play, do you?” Zed said.

  Uh-oh.

  It seemed Zed merely shrugged. Then the world turned, bed disappearing, and Felix found himself flipped onto his back, arms upraised and pinned. A short cry jolted from his throat, the panic of being confined catching him despite the arousal thrumming through his veins, the scent of Zed so strong in his nose, the beloved face hovering over his.

  Felix tried to pull away from the edge of his fear. He took deep breaths, worked his features into something not strained; remembered he was aroused, damn it, not frightened. He focused on the steady beat of his pulse, the smell of soap and sweat, the hint of sex. Zed’s breath washed across his lips and down over his neck and teeth scraped at his collarbone, but the tight grip of fingers that felt like iron around his wrists defeated him. Felix bucked and strained.

  Zed pulled away in another sudden movement, and the absence of pressure was almost worse than the previous weight. Felix flinched against the void and opened his eyes to find Zed staring at him, sensuous mouth in a tight line, forehead wrinkled with concern.

  “You okay?”

  Felix prepared to shrug off his moment of panic, pretend he liked it rough. The dark question in Zed’s gaze forced the truth from his lips. “You...found my off switch.”

  He pulled his arms over his chest in a protective cross. Zed looked down, and his steely gaze narrowed on the bands of scar tissue around Felix’s wrists. He reached out to trace one, blue eyes lifting to ask permission first. Felix gave it with a nod. The calloused fingertip touched him so gently, Felix barely felt it.

  “I’m sorry,” Zed murmured, his expression closing, all traces of humor and lust fleeing.

  “Don’t be.” Felix caught Zed’s hand and tugged him forward. “C’mere.”

  Zed came reluctantly, his weight shifting so that he no longer pinned Felix’s legs. Felix caught him behind the neck and pulled his head down, his mouth close enough to kiss. Lifting his chin, he flicked his tongue across Zed’s full lips and kissed him gently.

  “I never start anything I don’t intend to finish,” he said, his mouth moving over Zed’s so that the words caressed the other man’s lips.

  Zed leaned into him again, capturing his lips in a deeper kiss, tongue thrusting between. Felix closed his eyes and gave in to the weight pressing down over him, the lock of lips, the hand closing over his shoulder. It’s Zed, just Zed. He forced away the fear of being trapped, the oily sensation of dread, and invited Zed to possess him. He grasped Zed’s erection, fingers wrapping around the warm length. Zed’s groan pushed through into his mouth, interrupting their kiss.

  Felix squeezed. “I want you.”

  “Jesus...”

  Felix kissed him again. “I need you.” He nodded toward the shelf. “Get the lube.”

  Zed’s eyes narrowed, obvious desire darkening his gaze, but his smile didn’t match. Felix could see the war waging behind his features, the concern that pulled him in two different directions.

  Felix coaxed his dimple to life, knowing the effect it had always had on Zed. “I gave you an order, soldier.”

  Zed relaxed. His eyes, still heavy-lidded, warmed and his smile softened. “Sir, yes, sir,” he whispered, the echo of their previous encounter more of a thrill than the actual words. Just like that, they’d started something new. He sat bac
k and reached for the shelf, then got off of Felix’s legs and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. Felix pushed them down to his knees, and kicked them off. Zed’s hand caught one of his upraised knees in a gesture so casual, yet practiced, it seemed they had been doing this for years. The coil of tension in Felix’s gut loosened.

  “So I’m going to guess it’s been a while for you too.”

  Since he’d bottomed, yeah. Felix answered with a coy smile.

  Zed laughed. “You are such a fucking tease. I should leave you here with your balls aching.”

  Felix peered down at his jaunty erection and reached around it to cup his nuts, which had started to ache. “You’d be punishing yourself as well.”

  “I could jack off in the shower.”

  “While thinking of me?”

  Zed tossed the tube back toward the shelf and leaned forward. “So full of yourself,” he murmured before catching a nipple with his teeth.

  Felix gasped, then hissed as cool fingers touched him.

  “Relax.”

  The sensation of being touched so intimately soon overrode his fears. A groan rolled through Felix, dropping his head and shoulders back to the bed. Zed stroked him with a gentle sureness that had his hips rising, seeking the right angle, aiming for a certain connection.

  “Oh, yeah,” Zed said. “It has been a while.”

  “Just get on with it,” Felix said through gritted teeth. “I’m ready...”

  Zed hit the spot and Felix whined. He bit his lips to keep from whining again as Zed’s fingers withdrew. Felix wrapped a hand around his dick, the comforting warmth of his own fingers sending a pleasant shiver into his groin. Leaning forward, Zed grasped his hips and lifted him slightly; Felix didn’t panic, he groaned, ready to be moved any which way Zed wanted him, needing that hard cock inside him, those hips between his thighs.

  He hadn’t forgotten the pinch, the burn, but it still took him by surprise. Felix quickly forgot it as Zed inched forward, reminding him, again, why his ass clenched every time he looked at a handsome and well-muscled man.

  “Zed...”

  “You good?”

  Felix breathed out sharply. “Very good.”

  Zed kept the pace torturously slow, as if he’d suspected Felix’s earlier plan, and Felix stowed the impulse to plead, to ask his lover to fuck him, harder, faster. They’d done that. They might get to do it again. This...this was different. This was what he really wanted—hips rolling together, one knee hooked around Zed’s waist, his good hand wrapped around his lover’s hip, fingers curled into warm flesh. His broken hand flung up over his head, forgotten, because all that mattered was the connection between him and Zed.

  Felix lifted his chin as Zed leaned forward, both of them stretching toward a kiss that sealed the deal, then dropped back, neck arched and exposed to Zed’s lips. He shivered beneath kisses and nips that traveled across his shoulder. He bucked as the more acute angle of their hips touched off another thousand points of pleasure, Zed’s dick nudging his prostate again and again.

  “Oh, fuck...don’t stop.”

  “Wasn’t planning on it,” came the deep murmur.

  “I’d have to make you pay...”

  “I couldn’t stop now even if I tried.” Zed lifted away so that his elbows locked, holding him just above and in just the right position to begin the drive home.

  Felix groaned and grabbed his dick with a squeeze and a cry as Zed’s hips slammed forward harder, faster, harder still. Having apparently never fallen entirely out of sync, Zed’s climax triggered his own, his cock jerking in his hand as he came. Spots danced before his eyes before merging to occlude his view of anything but pleasure. Their cries no doubt informed the rest of the ship that the two old friends were awake and most definitely getting reacquainted.

  Between breathless and dizzying gasps, Felix laughed. He felt loose, so damned loose. He felt...free. Thought swirled slowly, nothing more important than the warmth spreading through his veins, the weight of Zed atop him, the pulse in his groin. The ever-attendant anger he carried inside had been buffed down to an indifferent nub. His fears were quiet. The closeness of Zed was all that mattered.

  Zed. Just Zed.

  “Zed—”

  Felix’s bracelet buzzed and rattled on the shelf above the bed. The wall unit chimed in and Elias’s voice issued from both, his message cutting sharply through the fabric of his afterglow.

  “Emma has left the ship.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  So much for celebratory sex.

  Zed stood on the bridge, arms crossed, trying not to glower at the rest of the crew. It wasn’t their fault that his afterglow had been rudely interrupted. No, that responsibility lay squarely on Emma’s shoulders.

  Fuck. Fuck!

  “It is unfortunate that Fixer did not place a tracking device on Ms. Katze,” Qek lamented.

  Flick slouched in his chair. “Didn’t think there was any need.”

  Elias clasped a hand to Flick’s shoulder and squeezed. “None of us did, man. You sure she didn’t send you a message?”

  “No, hell no, and why the fuck didn’t she?”

  “She took my stash.” Zed shifted uncomfortably as the crew turned to him. “The ones Ness wasn’t comfortable having in the med bay. I left my gear in the guest quarters last night. I didn’t figure...”

  “Fuck. The super strong ones?” Eli scrubbed a hand over his short hair. “Perfect. Wonderful.”

  “That’s my fault,” Nessa said. “I should’ve locked them up. I just...if we ever got inspected by the AEF, it would be damned difficult to explain them away, you know? I figured Zed would be a better bet for keeping them hidden.”

  “Not your fault, Ness.” Elias glared at Zed as he spoke to the doctor.

  Yeah, yeah. My pills, my fault, got it.

  “So how many did she steal?” Flick asked.

  “Twenty.” Zed sighed. “At a thousand creds per, she could sell them, set herself up. Or maybe she’s like me. Hoarding up shit like that.” Just in case.

  “You willing to bet she’s not going to deal them?” Elias demanded. “‘Cause I’m not.”

  “What do you want us to do, Eli? Go after her? Maybe we should storm wherever the fuck Agrius is holed up and demand to see her? What?” Flick pushed out of his seat, his exasperation apparent.

  “Yeah,” Zed said softly.

  Flick rounded on him. “What the fuck, Zed? She doesn’t want to be saved.”

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  “Like hell it doesn’t. What are you going to do, kidnap her?”

  “You saw her last night!” Zed jerked his temper back, holding tight to the reins again before he continued speaking. “It’s only going to get worse, Flick. She killed innocent men and women. I want to help her...God, I want that. But if I can’t...”

  “You’re going to hand her over to the AEF,” Elias said, his voice subdued.

  “It is the most logical solution.” Even Qek’s clicks were quiet. “Agrius will continue to use her.”

  Flick watched all of them with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Fuck y’all for even thinking that.” He stabbed a finger in Zed’s direction. “And you especially!”

  Zed unfolded his arms and cast his hands out to his sides. “What do you want me to do, Flick? Either she’s going to deal those pills and endanger people, or she’s going to get into more violent situations with Agrius and kill people outright. I don’t have a choice.”

  All but vibrating with repressed rage, Flick stared at him. “Fucking AEF will—”

  “I know.” Zed’s throat was tight.

  Qek rose from her chair and tentatively slipped her long fingers across the back of Flick’s hand. “It is the most logical option, Fixer.”

  “Doesn’t make it right,” Flick whispered.

  “I agree. There is often a wide gap between the two.” She clicked, the sound as melodic as a lullaby. “However, the concept of right is subjective depending on the perspective one uses to
look at it. What is right for one party may be wrong for another. Her continued freedom may be right for Ms. Katze, but it would not be right for the innocent citizens of this station or elsewhere, were she to leave. From another perspective, her continued freedom would not be right for Ms. Katze, because it allows the Agrius cartel to continue to use her for their own needs and put her into situations that would encourage the further progression of her devolving state.”

  “Jesus, Qek, you’re giving me a headache.”

  Qek’s face wrinkled. “My apologies, Fixer.”

  “I get it, though.” Offering Qek a weary grimace, Flick dropped back into his seat. “I don’t like it, but I get it.”

  Zed forced his shoulders to relax. It wasn’t an enthusiastic agreement but he’d take it. “So we’ll go after her?”

  Flick closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of his chair. “Yeah. And give her to the AEF. If we have to.” His head snapped forward to glare at Zed. “But we’re not taking the fucking bounty.”

  “Agreed.”

  The comm pinged. Qek returned to her seat, clicking as she examined the incoming message. “It is an intra-station communication.”

  Zed stiffened. Had Brennan arrived early? Oh, fuck, he wasn’t ready.

  “The originating address has been obscured,” Qek said.

  So, not Brennan. His brother would have no need to obscure his address. That meant...

  “Agrius?” Ness asked.

  “Agrius,” Elias agreed. “Go ahead and answer it, Qek.” When the pilot nodded, he said, “Morning. This is Captain Elias Ido—”

  “We have something of yours.”

  Zed and Flick exchanged a glance.

  Elias leaned back in his chair, as though he was discussing something as casual as the latest sports scores. “If you’re talking about a certain ex-soldier, she decided she wasn’t one of ours this morning.”

  “That so? She was certainly singing a different tune when we caught up to her. Weren’t you, sweetheart?”