Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Barracks ❯ Part 41 ( Chapter 41 )
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By: chayron 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.24.2012 | Pages: 6 | Words: 7.6K | Visits: 307 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.24.2012 | Pages: 6 | Words: 7.6K | Visits: 307 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z – it belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I am not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: Alternate Universe. Yaoi (male x male). Goten x Trunks and vice versa. Other pairings.
A/N: Starcut’s crew members:
1.Captain
2.Backup Captain
3.Master Sergeant
4.Navigator - (Adriel)
5.Communications Specialist - (Sildara)
6.Programmer - (Rokunda)
7.Gunnery Sergeant - (Monteira Fawa)
8.Arms Specialist – (Hazel)
9.Arms Specialist – (Mandro)
10.Flight Officer - (Reyn Dueri)
11.Flight Officer - (Jadenas Ealt)
12.Head Engineer - (Nohail Ofura)
13.Maintenance Technician – (Mirun)
14.Maintenance Technician – (Landan)
15.Doctor - (Tamahi)
16.Medic - (Yereli)
17.Head Cook
18.Cook
19.Soldier - (Edesha)
20.Goten
Barracks
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by quatreofdoom
Part 41
Keeping his eyes on Goten and Reyn in the middle of the training room, Monteira leaned against the wall. The youngest crew member was still fumbling around with his armor, trying to buckle his left shoulder strap. There was something wrong with the clasp. Finally, the flight officer lost his patience and fastened it for Goten with a jarring click.
“You’ve probably broken it,” Goten said, staring at his left shoulder, wondering how he was going to take the armor off. He soon gave up as his eyes started watering from looking at the clasp from such a close range.
“All the better,” Reyn said. “We’ll either fix it or throw it away.” He powered up, a circle of dust whooshing away from him.
Goten was still uncertain about this, but he powered up as well. He had sparred using his ki plenty of times, but the accident on the base had somehow made him reluctant to use it. Goten frowned. This had better not be some kind of mental trauma or he would be getting his ass kicked by anyone whose power level exceeded two thousand. Well, at least that excluded third-classes.
Waiting for the other to attack first, they circled each other. Reyn went off first, suddenly appearing in front of Goten. The younger male jumped away from him, his roundhouse at the ready, catching Reyn in the chest. The flight officer flew backwards before he could crash to the floor. Goten went after him. However, Reyn had had enough time to regain his balance and defended himself from the younger male’s fists easily. He blocked and caught Goten’s left wrist. Before he could truss his arm up, Goten’s right leg flew at Reyn’s ear. Not letting go of Goten’s arm, the flight officer spun away to avoid it. He tugged and dragged Goten, turning him around, pushing him into the wall face-first, but the younger male’s elbow flew back into Reyn’s chest. He staggered away and Goten used the opportunity. He turned sideways, his leg shooting backwards, hitting the flight officer’s chin, making his head roll back, something in his neck clicking dangerously. Goten’s leg froze in midair.
Holy shit.
Both of them stared at each other, their eyes wide. Since both of them had their ki-shields on and kept the same power level, blows shouldn’t hurt. And they didn’t. They could stun each other, make their heads spin, but there was a very low risk of something breaking. The worst that could happen was them earning a few light bruises. Theoretically. Realistically… Realistically, Goten had nearly taken the other man’s head off.
Reyn turned his head this way and that. It didn’t seem that there was something wrong. Goten lowered his leg to the ground and motioned for Reyn to come at him. The flight officer’s right fist flew at Goten’s face with speed. The younger male kicked out, diverted it aside with his right foot, the force of his kick making Reyn spin. He felt Goten’s right foot connect with his back, sending him all the way towards the opposite ki-proof wall. The flight officer managed to land on it with his feet, then pushed himself off it. Flinging himself backwards, he dropped to the floor so that he was now facing Goten. The younger male immediately tried to kick his head off again. Reyn fell into a crouch, straightened and punched Goten while he was still turning back to face him. His fist only grazed Goten’s left cheek as he had quickly transferred his weight to his right foot, leaning away. Reyn grunted when the other third-class used the opportunity and kicked him in the stomach with his left leg. Goten was very quick with his legs and it was even more impressive when he used his ki.
Reyn’s back hit the floor, but he was already rolling aside when Goten’s foot slammed into the ground where his head was two milliseconds ago. He rolled over again and again until there was enough time for him to try to get to his feet. Still, he didn’t have enough time to react when Goten’s knee caught him in the shoulder. His back hit the wall and he whirled aside, Goten’s foot whooshing just a few centimeters past him. Reyn pushed himself off the wall with his palms, circling Goten, and now suddenly appearing behind him. He punched out, but the younger male was already leaning back and aside, his knee colliding with the flight officer’s stomach. He grabbed Reyn by his head and would have rammed his knee into the flight officer’s face, but he protected it with his forearms.
Goten was tossed back when Reyn suddenly punched him in the stomach. He blocked and diverted the next punch with his right hand, already turning, his right sidekick catching Reyn in his ribs. The flight officer stumbled, lost precious time, and the same right leg whooshed upwards and then back down again, hitting the side of his face. Reyn fell, trying to roll out of the younger male’s way, but the other male kicked him mercilessly all the way across the training room.
“F-fuck!” Reyn gasped as his back hit the wall, air rushing out of his lungs. Goten was right in front of him in a moment, and he blindly kicked at him. The youth grabbed his leg, lifted him and banged him against the wall. He intended to repeat that again but Reyn’s other foot caught him in the face, making him let go and throwing him backwards.
Goten ducked and Reyn’s foot whooshed above his head. He kicked at the other man’s left leg and Reyn nearly landed on his back, managing to catch himself and roll over at the last second. He avoided Goten by simply jumping away. He punched the younger male in the face, making him stagger, then kicked at his stomach. The youth stopped his fall half-way across the hall. He flew back at him. Reyn blocked Goten’s high kick, moved forward, and elbowed him in the chest.
Fighting for breath, Goten blocked the next attack by grabbing Reyn by his fist and punching him in the face with the other hand. His leg shot out to sweep Reyn’s feet from under him and he crashed to the floor onto his back. Goten didn’t let go of him, following, his knee suddenly pressing against the older male’s windpipe.
“I surrender,” Reyn gasped out after a pause. The pressure on his neck disappeared immediately, Goten moving away from him, holding his hand out.
“Well, that was short but impressive,” Monteira said, on the verge of clapping, but restraining himself. He watched his roommate taking the proffered hand and getting to his feet. “Actually, I don’t think there’s much difference from when you don’t use your ki. Only that this is more difficult to follow.”
Goten and Reyn had to agree with that. They could fly, but the training room was too small for that unless one liked constantly bumping into the walls and ceiling. All they could use flying for was to stop themselves from being flung into the walls by their opponent. It also hurt less.
The flight officer turned to look at Goten, who was now trying to unbuckle his armor. Was this it? He had expected at least one more round. Goten didn’t seem to be tired either. His breathing rate had increased but he didn’t even appear to be flushed.
“One more time?” Reyn suggested.
Goten shook his head. “I still have to clean the toilets. Later. Damn it!” he growled in frustration when the buckle on his left shoulder didn’t even budge. “You really broke it!”
“Let me take a look.” Reyn inspected the clasp, tugging at it forcefully a few times. It really was stuck. That didn’t really bother him. Now he was much more bothered by Goten’s proximity. He could hear Goten’s breathing right above his left ear, could feel its warmth. Fumbling a little, he unbuckled the other shoulder and the clasps at Goten’s waist. “Raise your arms,” he instructed, feeling somewhat awkward. Goten did as he was told, and Reyn pulled the armor off over his head. “Here, wasn’t so difficult.” He stepped away and held the armor out for the younger male to take. He faltered at the look on Goten’s face. The youth was watching him carefully, his eyes reflecting aroused interest.
When Goten reached out for the armor, Reyn didn’t let go of it. Instead, his other hand rose to brush over the side of Goten’s neck. The careful touch was unexpected to the younger male, startling him, but he didn’t move away and the hand slid further behind, cupping his nape, slowly drawing him closer. Goten didn’t resist.
The youth closed his eyes when Reyn’s mouth covered his. The kisses were tentative at first, but seeing how Goten had closed his eyes and was readily responding, Reyn deepened them. Goten found that the flight officer tasted a little bit like coffee and the cutlets they’d had for dinner.
A soft ping indicated that Monteira had tactfully left the training room.
His hand still massaging the younger man’s nape, Reyn moved his face away from Goten’s. Goten opened his eyes to stare at him. He tugged at the armor in Reyn’s hand, but the flight officer didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned in again. This time, Goten shifted away, his palms pressing against the older man’s shoulders to keep him away.
“You know,” Goten said, turning his head aside, avoiding Reyn’s questioning gaze, “you laughed, but that man… I think it’s mutual. He’s still keeping an eye on me.”
Reyn watched him silently. He didn’t know which theoretical boyfriend of his Goten meant and he wasn’t particularly interested. He doubted Goten was very interested either. This was just settling a score. “I did apologize for that,” Reyn grunted out.
Goten’s finger’s dug into Reyn’s shoulders. “You didn’t really mean it.”
The flight officer gave him a scornful look. “No, I didn’t,” he said, his patience snapping. “Both of your hypothetical boyfriends are a bloody nuisance to me; I was just being well-mannered with my own potential boyfriend when I apologized. In fact, I don’t give a damn about them or your attachment to them. Let me tell you why that is. It’s that, besides being a nuisance to me, both of them are a bloody nuisance to you as well. You don’t take them seriously, so why should I? You say it’s mutual. Well, that very fact seems to trouble you more than I’ve ever seen you troubled. You are insecure. And I seriously won’t do anything to help you feel more secure about any of them. They can go to hell for all I care, and you have my promise that I’ll do my best to thwart those relationships.”
Goten stared at him for a few seconds, processing the tirade. Reyn wondered whether Goten was going to punch him or just walk away. He had probably screwed up, royally.
Oh, fuck it. He had told the truth anyway.
“You’re an asshole,” Goten summed up finally, a grin stretching over his lips.
“No bigger than you are, honey,” Reyn said, the last word dripping with sarcasm.
“Yeah…” Goten agreed. “And I think you win because you’re, at least, an honest asshole. I kinda like that. And don’t call me ‘honey’ ever again or I’ll break your arms.”
“I wouldn’t even dream of it.”
Goten could feel the warmth spreading over his back from where Reyn’s left hand was touching him. Reyn’s presence was strong and, despite the fact that it made Goten somewhat uneasy to know that the flight officer knew and understood him probably even better than he understood himself, it also made him feel good and assured, and it made him think that he wanted to stay like this for much longer.
Reyn grunted in unexpectedness when Goten suddenly let go of the armor and punched him lightly on the shoulder. Then his arm dropped back to his side.
“I…” Goten muttered, lowering his face to hide his embarrassment. “You know, I think I like Kyon because of who he is, but mostly it’s because of how he feels about me. It’s kind of…complicated…selfish, too. It would probably work out between us, and maybe for quite some time. But I think there’s a limit to how much and how long I can be affectionate in a relationship like that. I would probably start looking for an excuse to break up pretty soon since I’d just feel guilty.
“Now the other guy… You’re right. I’m troubled. He’s nothing but trouble. An even bigger problem is that I can’t seem to stop thinking about him. I wish I could just bang my head against a wall and forget him. But it doesn’t work that way.”
“That’s not something I want to hear,” Reyn said. Despite the fact that he was both surprised and appreciative of Goten’s unexpected openness with him, he realized that there was a limit as to how detailed he wanted the younger male’s confessions to be.
“Well, it’s not something I want either,” Goten grunted. “He’s an elite, Reyn. And it’s… Well, all of it is just stupid.”
Reyn blinked at him. “Oh, man,” he groaned in a few seconds. “Goten, you twit.”
Goten’s response was stubborn silence, and Reyn had an urge to smack him upside the head. “I guess he doesn’t know that you’re a third-class, does he?”
Awkwardly, still not meeting Reyn’s eyes, Goten rubbed his chin. “Well, the problem is that he does know. He’s known all along. I don’t think I’d care much for him if he didn’t know.”
Reyn laughed out in unexpectedness and disbelief. “Is he an idiot? Why is he pursuing you? Doesn’t he know how troublesome and complicated he can make your life?”
Goten shrugged.
“That’s one selfish bastard,” Reyn summed up.
“That he is,” Goten agreed. “So, on one hand I have a selfish bastard and on the other hand I have an honest one.”
“And there’s an idiot in the middle,” Reyn said with a sigh, pointing at Goten’s chest with his index finger. Staring at Goten’s red face, he lowered his hand. “So can we now, please, fuck finally?”
Goten burst out laughing. “Didn’t you hear anything I just said?” he asked, grinning.
“Well, sure I did. I think it was something about how you were supposed to clean the toilet and us sparring tomorrow.”
“Liar. I never promised to spar with you.”
Reyn gave him a serious look. “Goten, I don’t care much for the drama and tangled relationships you seem to be so fond of.” Reyn dropped the armor to the floor, his hands seizing Goten’s waist, drawing him close. He was unaware that the younger male was abruptly overtaken by the dilemma of whether to lift his hands to Reyn’s shoulders to gain some personal space, or just leave them hanging at his sides. “I’m here. Now,” Reyn continued. “You can think again when you meet them. If you meet them. And, who knows, maybe by the time you meet them, you won’t even remember them.”
Goten offered him a lopsided grin. “You’re quite full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Anything to get you into the sack.”
Goten chuckled.
“Everything’s fair in love and war. It’s an old Terran saying,” Reyn explained when it seemed that Goten was pondering on that. The flight officer shook his head. “Goten, there are no such things as ‘I saw him first’ or ‘I met him first’. It doesn’t work that way. I’m certain that both those theoretical boyfriends of yours knew that. And while the only thing they seem to be capable of is chewing each other out in your cookbook, I want to take a much more direct approach. It’s their problem that they aren’t here now.”
“This doesn’t really sound fair.”
“Life’s a bitch, Goten. You take what you can, and I’ll take my chances.”
“If I let you.”
“If you let me,” Reyn agreed, his fingers squeezing the younger man’s waist more firmly.
“Mmm… I’m very tempted to let you.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
Goten’s face reddened lightly. Well, yes, that was easy to figure out. He felt like he was losing out to Reyn a little. The flight officer was radiating self-confidence, he always was. And you couldn’t hate him because it was never arrogance, far from that. It was just that Reyn was straightforward to the point and set in his goal. The only thing you could blame him for was his uncouth bluntness. However, that was the very thing that had attracted Goten to him. That and…
The younger male stared at Reyn, who was watching him expectantly, his hands still firmly set on his waist. He was waiting for some sort of sign that Goten had finally come to a decision. When Reyn’s mouth covered his again, it was clear that once it had been made, it hadn’t gone unregistered.
No words had been exchanged, but Reyn had felt the change in Goten’s resolution almost physically. One moment the youth was unapproachable, and the next second it seemed as if all defenses went down.
The kiss was greedy, forceful. Reyn’s right hand slid up Goten’s back, rumpling his shirt. It lingered on his nape, then dove into his still quite short hair to grip it firmly. Goten gasped softly, his own hands rising to grasp at Reyn’s shoulders for support.
Never ceasing to kiss Goten, the flight officer pulled at the younger male’s shirt impatiently, and Goten unwound his tail to give him access. Reyn’s fingers slipped underneath to caress his sides and stomach. He could feel Goten shivering under his touch and wasn’t certain whether it was desire or cold fingers. He doubted the latter since they had just sparred and the heat from the exercise was still there, now building up into something different.
The younger male’s body seized and he inhaled sharply when his other hand moved down to grab his ass. The next moment, though, Goten leaned into Reyn. Indeed, it seemed that he really loved his ass being fondled. He was probably moving too fast, but, at this point, Reyn didn’t care. He wasn’t going to skip this opportunity only to have Goten change his mind midway. It was probably better to go too fast, where Goten was dazed and breathless, than to give him enough time to think it over again; Goten had proven himself to be inconsistent in his decisions.
Goten felt his back press against the wall. Only then did he realize that Reyn had maneuvered them from the middle of the training hall to the spot close to the exit door. He broke the kiss and, out of breath, stared at Reyn. Thanks to Ranvera, he knew he wasn’t a great kisser, but Reyn didn’t seem to mind the fact.
The flight officer ran his hands down over Goten’s sides and the younger male closed his eyes. It felt good. Then Reyn started kissing him again. He was only half aware of his belt being unbuckled. He was already erect and this undoubtedly showed through his trousers. There was also that hand on his ass, massaging and kneading, making him squirm. The sound of a zipper being unzipped reached his ears, then he grunted when he was grasped and pulled out of his trousers and underwear. He bucked instinctively, pushing himself slightly off the wall, his fingers digging into Reyn’s shoulders.
The flight officer’s other hand let go of his butt, and the man started fumbling with his own belt and trousers. Goten felt that there was something he should be doing too, but, with Reyn stroking him and occasionally grazing at and sucking on his neck, he wasn’t capable of much thought. He was only aware of the other male’s hand on his cock, the proximity of his body, and the short puffs of hot air against his damp neck.
Soon Reyn was stroking both of their erections in his hand. Breath was rushing in and out in short gasps past Goten’s lips and he licked his lips to wet them. He was still holding onto Reyn’s shoulders, his eyes shut. His hips were following the rhythm the flight officer had set.
“Uhn.”
Surprised, Reyn looked down past Goten’s head which had suddenly pressed against his shoulder. True enough, Goten had come without any warning, decorating his uniform in a wet spray. He could feel Goten panting for breath while he was softening in his hand. The smell of come reached his nostrils.
“Are you always this fast?”
The younger male refused to raise his head but, from his red ears, Reyn could tell that Goten had flushed brilliant crimson. Except for their increased breathing, it was silent for a few seconds.
“Is that a problem?”
The voice was rough, inquiring, uncertain, but there was also steel underneath. There was an unsaid, but a very definite, “and” at the beginning of that question and an even more unambiguous warning at the end of it.
“No, not really,” Reyn said. “Unless you decide to keep doing that to my uniforms.”
Goten looked down at Reyn’s stomach where he was graced by the sight of the other man’s still erect cock with a glistening head and his own softening one, both in the flight officer’s palm. His eyes then rose upwards to his chest where he spotted the problem.
“Ah, shit.”
Goten was aware of Reyn’s interested eyes on him.
“Don’t sweat it.” The flight officer could tell that it had never occurred to Goten to warn him that he was about to come. The reason might have been that he hadn’t even known he had been about to come. He found this more interesting than the wet spots on his uniform.
Reyn’s mouth pressed against Goten’s lips and, a little unsteady, he answered the kiss. He grunted and tried to shy away when the flight officer’s palm stroked them again. He backed into the wall. He was still too sensitive. Goten’s fingers twitched on Reyn’s shoulders when he gave one more stroke, then one of the younger male’s hands snuck down to cover Reyn’s in attempt to stop him from repeating his actions. The flight officer let go of them at once, leaving only Goten’s hand between them, and then Goten understood what had been expected of him. For the hundredth time today, he flushed red at his inexperience.
As if sensing his thoughts, Reyn pressed another kiss to his lips with a good-natured chuckle. Goten’s grip on him tightened as he was both encouraged and challenged by the soft laughter. He started stroking, slowly at first, then picking up the pace.
The older male tugged at his waist and, guessing at what he wanted, Goten moved a step away from the wall. The hands, however, slid down, together with Goten’s trousers and underwear. Reyn’s palms squeezed the bare globes with approval.
It was rewarding to feel Reyn lean into him, to hear his breath quickening, his hips fervently following his fist. Reyn’s hands on his ass were gripping him firmly, not letting go. Helpless grunts slipping from his lips, punctuating the older man’s pleasure, making Goten hard again. He felt powerful, in control, while he stroked the two of them.
At some point, Reyn let go of his ass and began unbuttoning his shirt, then slid it off his shoulders. Had he been supposed to take it off for Reyn? But the flight officer hadn’t touched his. Well, in any case, Goten preferred a bare-chested Reyn anyway. He understood what the shirt was for when Reyn covered their erections with it and came with a soft grunt. Goten felt silly for a few seconds, then also spurted into the shirt.
Tiredly, Goten leaned against the wall. He had come twice, but he didn’t feel the satisfaction he thought he should. He couldn’t help thinking that Reyn must be disappointed in him. There was something humiliating in that, even though he understood that his being inexperienced was only natural.
With his shirt, Reyn gave Goten’s soft member a few swipes to clean it, then took care of himself. He wasn’t certain what was with the look on the younger male’s face. The frustration Goten was radiating only increased while they were belting their trousers.
Reyn gave him a curious look, meeting Goten’s stubborn eyes. Reyn couldn’t help cuffing him over the back of his head. Goten stared at him in surprise, then blushed again. It seemed that Reyn knew what was in his head.
Goten avoided his eyes and went to pick up his armor off the floor. He was even more embarrassed to find out that his feet were shaky. He tottered over and picked up the armor. He turned around in time to see the flight officer wrapping up his shirt into a bundle.
“I hear the washing-machine isn’t working.”
The comment made Reyn’s eyebrows rise. He nearly asked whether Goten was offering to wash his shirt for him, then decided that it wasn’t the case and let the comment slide. Goten could be really interesting sometimes.
“Want me to help you out with your latrine duty?”
“Mm. Sure. Thanks.”
The hesitation was only momentary, but it was there, and the flight officer wondered whether he should have given the younger male more space instead. He didn’t really want to though.
They hadn’t talked after what happened in the training room. There probably wasn’t much to talk about either: Reyn had been pursuing him, and he had conceded. Yesterday, while he had been cleaning the toilets and had Reyn washed his shirt, he realized that he indeed felt comfortable with Reyn at his side. They had hardly spoken, but he found the silence to be easy on his ears.
He had liked the hand job too, Reyn’s and his own. Actually, he was looking forward to some more. Only that he wasn’t certain how and where he should suggest it to Reyn. For now, though, he had to go and watch over the patients in the medical room.
The Nondren gave Goten a morose look when he entered the room. The third-class thought that probably he expected to be tied up again. That would have come true, but it was only Andrew who wanted to play cards today, thus the games were called off, leaving the other patients to their rest and Goten to his boredom.
It was a pretty exciting boredom, though, since Goten kept on mentally replaying his and Reyn’s encounter in the training room. He tried to calm himself down since it aroused him, nonetheless, his thoughts continued to travel to his fantasy land where, first, Reyn gave him a hand job and then sucked him off. Further contemplation on if he would be allowed to do the flight officer was interrupted by the Nondren asking for water.
Five hours later, when Goten’s watch was about to end and he couldn’t wait to find Reyn, Adriel dropped by. There was a sly look on his face, and Goten knew that no matter what they talked about, in the end, there was only one reason why he had come to visit him.
“Want to a party?” the navigator offered.
Goten’s face brightened. “Sure. When?”
“Tonight at ten. My cabin.”
Goten nodded. “I’ll be there.”
“What about Reyn?”
“What about him?”
“Will he come?”
“How should I know? Ask him.”
Adriel was squirming about, full of excitement and energy, as if he had devoured an entire bowl of sugar. “You know what I’m asking about,” he said reproachfully.
Goten gave him an uncomprehending look. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, stop bullshitting me. So are you two…?” He didn’t finish his oral description, instead expressing the thought in a gesture of two fingers joined together.
“What? Knitting?” Goten wondered.
“Stop it, you bastard. Are you his man now?”
“Is this what he’s saying?”
“No, that’s what Monteira is saying. Reyn told me to get lost.”
“And this is why you came to me.”
Adriel gave him an excited grin. “Yup!”
“Don’t tell me you threw this party in our honor?”
“Well, yeah, sorta. But there won’t be much point in it if you don’t bring Reyn; he wasn’t really keen on going.”
“Now neither am I.”
“Oh, c’mon!”
Goten rolled his eyes. He could understand Adriel’s curiosity, but instead of finding it funny, he was rather annoyed by it. Then he became aware of a suddenly dark look on the navigator’s face.
“Have you told him who his rival is?”
Goten leaned away in unexpectedness. “Rival?” he repeated, even though he knew perfectly well who Adriel meant. “I wouldn’t put it that way,” he said after a pause.
“How would you put it then?”
There was something amused and mocking in Adriel’s voice, and Goten didn’t like that. Nonetheless, the navigator was probably right. Even though, to Goten’s mind, it seemed absurd. His heart, however, agreed with Adriel’s words. Or maybe it was just something Goten irrationally wished for. The third-class wasn’t certain about that.
“I think you’re taking this too seriously,” Goten said finally.
Adriel shrugged. “Probably. It will work out in the end. One way or another,” he added. “But will it work out the way you want it to?”
“Oh, gods, Adriel,” Goten complained. “We can be dead tomorrow. Probably nothing will work out the way I want it! I’ll be most content if I survive this war.”
“True,” the navigator agreed. “So will you come to the party?”
“Yes, I will. Now leave me alone.”
Adriel was on his way out when the door pinged softly and Reyn stepped in. His eyebrows rose at the lewd grin the navigator gave him.
“Off with you,” Reyn said, moving away from the door. Wordlessly, with a grin on his face, Adriel bounced past him and through the door. “The party?” Reyn asked Goten once the navigator left.
“The party,” Goten confirmed solemnly.
“Where’s Tamahi? Shouldn’t he be here already?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“There’s a mountain of unwashed dishes in the kitchen. They won’t wash themselves.”
Goten groaned mentally. “You can’t expect to seduce anyone with that pick up line,” he complained.
Reyn chuckled. “Not anyone, no. But it will work on you, won’t it?”
“But that’s only because I’m easy.”
The flight officer sniggered at that. He was about to say something, but then Tamahi entered the room. Reyn motioned for Goten to follow him.
“I think I’m the one who works most on this ship,” Goten half-boasted and half-complained to Reyn on their way to the kitchen.
The older man rolled his eyes at the ceiling. “I’ll ask Edesha to switch cabins with me for tonight,” he said. “I’m certain he will agree.”
Goten grinned. “Now you’re talking!”
“You really are easy, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah!”
Goten was still rather stunned at how fast it all had progressed to a blowjob. One moment, they were washing dishes and talking to their crewmates, and then Reyn was unzipping his trousers. Again, Goten cast a frantic look around the kitchen and over the counter to the canteen. It was all empty, indeed, just as it had been a few minutes ago, but… And to think that he had thought he would need to talk Reyn into it…
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Goten grunted out, his body tense. “Someone might come in.”
Reyn raised his face to look at the younger male’s half-lidded eyes. Goten seemed uncomfortable, a little skittish, but his dark eyes shone with eagerness nonetheless. “So what?”
“What do you mean ‘so what’? Well, sure, it’s not you who has his trousers down, b-”
“I locked the door,” Reyn said, his attention returning to Goten’s half-hard length.
Relaxing a little, Goten tugged at the older man’s hair reproachfully. Reyn liked teasing him, he knew that. “Wouldn’t it be much more comfort-ah!-able to do this in my cabinnnnh?”
“Yes, it would’ve been,” Reyn grumbled, “but then you decided to go to that damn party. Why the hell are you going there?”
“And why the hell nnn-not?”
“Maybe because it’s a mockery to us?”
“A pa-ah!-rty is a party. I like parties.”
Reyn muttered something under his breath. “Well, the thing is, I have to get up at three for an inspection. I can’t wait for you that long.”
“Why not co-ohhh-me together?”
“And what the hell would it change? Or are you an exhibitionist at heart?”
Goten’s thoughts went back to the memory of the cook publicly riding Nohail’s cock in one of those parties. He thought about it, then imagined himself in their place. He wouldn’t do that in a sober state, but…
“Oh, damn, you really are!” Reyn grunted, the evidence hard and twitching right before his eyes.
Goten blushed. “Mmm… Does it matter?”
The flight officer gave him a look. “Well, it doesn’t really bother me, but I prefer privacy. It’s just a matter of preference.”
“So you’d rather not?”
“I’d rather not,” Reyn confirmed. “Especially if those are people I know.”
“Okay. If th-”
“Stop talking. You’re distracting me. And yourself, too.”
Goten quieted. In fact, talking made him less nervous. He closed his eyes again, lowering his head a little. He exhaled shakily when the flight officer finally took him into his mouth. His hand went to Reyn’s head automatically and then slid into his hair. He couldn’t believe how much pleasure these simple licks and nips had brought him. He soon found out that it brought even more pleasure to watch Reyn blowing him. He worried a little that Reyn would ask the same of him. He certainly would, and, despite the fact that he had watched heaps of porn, Goten’s mouth had never ever come close to a cock.
It was hot and wet and Goten wanted to push even deeper into Reyn’s mouth. He wasn’t allowed to though. The flight officer restrained him easily, his hands pressing against Goten’s hips firmly.
Reyn set a comfortable rhythm, but soon it wasn’t enough. Since Goten wasn’t allowed to move, he urged the flight officer by tugging at his hair. It didn’t work. Actually, Reyn did the opposite, moving away, the erection slipping out of his mouth. Goten grunted in disapproval, pulling at his hair more firmly, trying to make him return to what he had been doing. Reyn chuckled, his tongue sneaking out to lick at the head, then dip into the slit. Goten moaned softly. Spurred on by the sound, Reyn played more with the slit, then let the head slide back past his lips. It took a few more seconds, then Goten was pulling at his hair.
“I’m g-going to c-come,” he gasped out.
The flight officer was just in time to move away. The younger male shot like a bullet, his hand hardly catching the load. It was exciting to watch him come, but it was only too short. His quick bliss fading, Goten blinked his eyes and, sighing softly, let go of himself.
He was half-expecting for Reyn to comment on how fast he was again, but Reyn didn’t. Instead, he was giving Goten the questioning look he had been so worried about.
“Mm…” Goten muttered, looking at Reyn’s tented crotch. “I’m probably not very good at this.”
The older male’s searching eyes slid over Goten’s face. “Well, anything goes. Except teeth,” he warned.
Goten looked around for something to wipe his hands on. There were only towels and it was better to wash his hands instead of wiping them there. He stepped out of his trousers and went over to one of the sinks. It came to him, while he was washing his hands, that he must look funny with bare legs and boots on his feet. His flapping shirt was hardly covering his ass. He turned around and found Reyn watching him, curiously.
“Um.” Awkwardly, Goten turned the tap off. He dried his hands on the towel which hung nearest to the sink. Buttoning his shirt, he walked back to Reyn.
The flight officer stood there, waiting for him. There was something about his pose that suggested to Goten that he had absolute freedom to do to Reyn anything he was willing to try. The thought aroused Goten. His hands rose to Reyn’s waist to push him a few steps backwards. The flight officer felt his hips prop against the same table Goten had just climbed off of. The fire in the other man’s eyes made Reyn think that Goten was more dominant than he had at first believed.
The problem was, though, that once Goten had Reyn pressed to the table and in his control, he didn’t really know what he wanted to do. He wanted to kiss Reyn, but the thought was unpleasant too – the man had just had his cock in his mouth. He wanted to get into the other man’s trousers, but he wasn’t certain what he would do after.
Well, in any case, the first step was to unzip those trousers. It wasn’t so easy to free a man with a heavy erection. He fumbled a little with the zipper and felt Reyn grow even more. It was a good thing that, just as Reyn had said, anything went.
This time Goten had a better opportunity to take a good look at the older male’s penis. Reyn’s was thicker but somewhat shorter than his. Almost all of the head was visible; most of foreskin had already pulled away. The curls around the base were much thicker than Goten’s, whose pubic hair was sparse since he was very young and his body was still developing. It was going to take a few years for his to grow into a bush. Goten was also aware of the fact that Reyn was physically stronger than him. The difference wasn’t apparent at once, but they had fought enough times for both of them to know that.
Goten wrapped his fingers around the jutting length. The feeling was already familiar. He stroked carefully, cupping the sack with his other hand. Reyn spread his legs wider and leaned back, getting more comfortable on the table. If Goten continued stroking like that, he would need more lubrication.
Soon, clear droplets appeared on the tip, and Goten smeared them around. He quickly worked up enough interest and courage to try what Reyn had done to him. He leaned down to give the head a tentative lick. The other man’s musk was strong. He felt Reyn’s hand dive into his hair, stroking his scalp, encouraging him.
Both of them jolted when someone started knocking on the door. Goten was glad they hadn’t progressed further or he might have bitten Reyn. Waiting, they stared at each other. Goten licked his lips nervously.
“Ignore it,” the flight officer said huskily, his interest only on his unsatisfied lust.
Goten lowered his eyes. He brushed over the length with his lips, then opened his mouth to lick it. He leaned back when the pounding repeated.
“What the hell do you want?” Reyn growled out loudly.
A string of urgent gibberish wafted from behind the door.
“Humans,” Reyn spat distastefully.
Goten groped farther down the table, looking for the scouter he had taken off when Reyn had first started showing his attention. He put it on and set it for long distance interpreting and turned on the loudspeaker.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Derek is hysterical,” the voice called out. “Is Dueri in here?”
“Oh, fucking hell,” Reyn cursed. “Tell them I’ll come in a minute.”
Goten gave his erection a skeptical look. “You sure I can manage that?”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t.”
TBC
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Warnings: Alternate Universe. Yaoi (male x male). Goten x Trunks and vice versa. Other pairings.
A/N: Starcut’s crew members:
1.Captain
2.Backup Captain
3.Master Sergeant
4.Navigator - (Adriel)
5.Communications Specialist - (Sildara)
6.Programmer - (Rokunda)
7.Gunnery Sergeant - (Monteira Fawa)
8.Arms Specialist – (Hazel)
9.Arms Specialist – (Mandro)
10.Flight Officer - (Reyn Dueri)
11.Flight Officer - (Jadenas Ealt)
12.Head Engineer - (Nohail Ofura)
13.Maintenance Technician – (Mirun)
14.Maintenance Technician – (Landan)
15.Doctor - (Tamahi)
16.Medic - (Yereli)
17.Head Cook
18.Cook
19.Soldier - (Edesha)
20.Goten
Barracks
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by quatreofdoom
Part 41
Keeping his eyes on Goten and Reyn in the middle of the training room, Monteira leaned against the wall. The youngest crew member was still fumbling around with his armor, trying to buckle his left shoulder strap. There was something wrong with the clasp. Finally, the flight officer lost his patience and fastened it for Goten with a jarring click.
“You’ve probably broken it,” Goten said, staring at his left shoulder, wondering how he was going to take the armor off. He soon gave up as his eyes started watering from looking at the clasp from such a close range.
“All the better,” Reyn said. “We’ll either fix it or throw it away.” He powered up, a circle of dust whooshing away from him.
Goten was still uncertain about this, but he powered up as well. He had sparred using his ki plenty of times, but the accident on the base had somehow made him reluctant to use it. Goten frowned. This had better not be some kind of mental trauma or he would be getting his ass kicked by anyone whose power level exceeded two thousand. Well, at least that excluded third-classes.
Waiting for the other to attack first, they circled each other. Reyn went off first, suddenly appearing in front of Goten. The younger male jumped away from him, his roundhouse at the ready, catching Reyn in the chest. The flight officer flew backwards before he could crash to the floor. Goten went after him. However, Reyn had had enough time to regain his balance and defended himself from the younger male’s fists easily. He blocked and caught Goten’s left wrist. Before he could truss his arm up, Goten’s right leg flew at Reyn’s ear. Not letting go of Goten’s arm, the flight officer spun away to avoid it. He tugged and dragged Goten, turning him around, pushing him into the wall face-first, but the younger male’s elbow flew back into Reyn’s chest. He staggered away and Goten used the opportunity. He turned sideways, his leg shooting backwards, hitting the flight officer’s chin, making his head roll back, something in his neck clicking dangerously. Goten’s leg froze in midair.
Holy shit.
Both of them stared at each other, their eyes wide. Since both of them had their ki-shields on and kept the same power level, blows shouldn’t hurt. And they didn’t. They could stun each other, make their heads spin, but there was a very low risk of something breaking. The worst that could happen was them earning a few light bruises. Theoretically. Realistically… Realistically, Goten had nearly taken the other man’s head off.
Reyn turned his head this way and that. It didn’t seem that there was something wrong. Goten lowered his leg to the ground and motioned for Reyn to come at him. The flight officer’s right fist flew at Goten’s face with speed. The younger male kicked out, diverted it aside with his right foot, the force of his kick making Reyn spin. He felt Goten’s right foot connect with his back, sending him all the way towards the opposite ki-proof wall. The flight officer managed to land on it with his feet, then pushed himself off it. Flinging himself backwards, he dropped to the floor so that he was now facing Goten. The younger male immediately tried to kick his head off again. Reyn fell into a crouch, straightened and punched Goten while he was still turning back to face him. His fist only grazed Goten’s left cheek as he had quickly transferred his weight to his right foot, leaning away. Reyn grunted when the other third-class used the opportunity and kicked him in the stomach with his left leg. Goten was very quick with his legs and it was even more impressive when he used his ki.
Reyn’s back hit the floor, but he was already rolling aside when Goten’s foot slammed into the ground where his head was two milliseconds ago. He rolled over again and again until there was enough time for him to try to get to his feet. Still, he didn’t have enough time to react when Goten’s knee caught him in the shoulder. His back hit the wall and he whirled aside, Goten’s foot whooshing just a few centimeters past him. Reyn pushed himself off the wall with his palms, circling Goten, and now suddenly appearing behind him. He punched out, but the younger male was already leaning back and aside, his knee colliding with the flight officer’s stomach. He grabbed Reyn by his head and would have rammed his knee into the flight officer’s face, but he protected it with his forearms.
Goten was tossed back when Reyn suddenly punched him in the stomach. He blocked and diverted the next punch with his right hand, already turning, his right sidekick catching Reyn in his ribs. The flight officer stumbled, lost precious time, and the same right leg whooshed upwards and then back down again, hitting the side of his face. Reyn fell, trying to roll out of the younger male’s way, but the other male kicked him mercilessly all the way across the training room.
“F-fuck!” Reyn gasped as his back hit the wall, air rushing out of his lungs. Goten was right in front of him in a moment, and he blindly kicked at him. The youth grabbed his leg, lifted him and banged him against the wall. He intended to repeat that again but Reyn’s other foot caught him in the face, making him let go and throwing him backwards.
Goten ducked and Reyn’s foot whooshed above his head. He kicked at the other man’s left leg and Reyn nearly landed on his back, managing to catch himself and roll over at the last second. He avoided Goten by simply jumping away. He punched the younger male in the face, making him stagger, then kicked at his stomach. The youth stopped his fall half-way across the hall. He flew back at him. Reyn blocked Goten’s high kick, moved forward, and elbowed him in the chest.
Fighting for breath, Goten blocked the next attack by grabbing Reyn by his fist and punching him in the face with the other hand. His leg shot out to sweep Reyn’s feet from under him and he crashed to the floor onto his back. Goten didn’t let go of him, following, his knee suddenly pressing against the older male’s windpipe.
“I surrender,” Reyn gasped out after a pause. The pressure on his neck disappeared immediately, Goten moving away from him, holding his hand out.
“Well, that was short but impressive,” Monteira said, on the verge of clapping, but restraining himself. He watched his roommate taking the proffered hand and getting to his feet. “Actually, I don’t think there’s much difference from when you don’t use your ki. Only that this is more difficult to follow.”
Goten and Reyn had to agree with that. They could fly, but the training room was too small for that unless one liked constantly bumping into the walls and ceiling. All they could use flying for was to stop themselves from being flung into the walls by their opponent. It also hurt less.
The flight officer turned to look at Goten, who was now trying to unbuckle his armor. Was this it? He had expected at least one more round. Goten didn’t seem to be tired either. His breathing rate had increased but he didn’t even appear to be flushed.
“One more time?” Reyn suggested.
Goten shook his head. “I still have to clean the toilets. Later. Damn it!” he growled in frustration when the buckle on his left shoulder didn’t even budge. “You really broke it!”
“Let me take a look.” Reyn inspected the clasp, tugging at it forcefully a few times. It really was stuck. That didn’t really bother him. Now he was much more bothered by Goten’s proximity. He could hear Goten’s breathing right above his left ear, could feel its warmth. Fumbling a little, he unbuckled the other shoulder and the clasps at Goten’s waist. “Raise your arms,” he instructed, feeling somewhat awkward. Goten did as he was told, and Reyn pulled the armor off over his head. “Here, wasn’t so difficult.” He stepped away and held the armor out for the younger male to take. He faltered at the look on Goten’s face. The youth was watching him carefully, his eyes reflecting aroused interest.
When Goten reached out for the armor, Reyn didn’t let go of it. Instead, his other hand rose to brush over the side of Goten’s neck. The careful touch was unexpected to the younger male, startling him, but he didn’t move away and the hand slid further behind, cupping his nape, slowly drawing him closer. Goten didn’t resist.
The youth closed his eyes when Reyn’s mouth covered his. The kisses were tentative at first, but seeing how Goten had closed his eyes and was readily responding, Reyn deepened them. Goten found that the flight officer tasted a little bit like coffee and the cutlets they’d had for dinner.
A soft ping indicated that Monteira had tactfully left the training room.
His hand still massaging the younger man’s nape, Reyn moved his face away from Goten’s. Goten opened his eyes to stare at him. He tugged at the armor in Reyn’s hand, but the flight officer didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned in again. This time, Goten shifted away, his palms pressing against the older man’s shoulders to keep him away.
“You know,” Goten said, turning his head aside, avoiding Reyn’s questioning gaze, “you laughed, but that man… I think it’s mutual. He’s still keeping an eye on me.”
Reyn watched him silently. He didn’t know which theoretical boyfriend of his Goten meant and he wasn’t particularly interested. He doubted Goten was very interested either. This was just settling a score. “I did apologize for that,” Reyn grunted out.
Goten’s finger’s dug into Reyn’s shoulders. “You didn’t really mean it.”
The flight officer gave him a scornful look. “No, I didn’t,” he said, his patience snapping. “Both of your hypothetical boyfriends are a bloody nuisance to me; I was just being well-mannered with my own potential boyfriend when I apologized. In fact, I don’t give a damn about them or your attachment to them. Let me tell you why that is. It’s that, besides being a nuisance to me, both of them are a bloody nuisance to you as well. You don’t take them seriously, so why should I? You say it’s mutual. Well, that very fact seems to trouble you more than I’ve ever seen you troubled. You are insecure. And I seriously won’t do anything to help you feel more secure about any of them. They can go to hell for all I care, and you have my promise that I’ll do my best to thwart those relationships.”
Goten stared at him for a few seconds, processing the tirade. Reyn wondered whether Goten was going to punch him or just walk away. He had probably screwed up, royally.
Oh, fuck it. He had told the truth anyway.
“You’re an asshole,” Goten summed up finally, a grin stretching over his lips.
“No bigger than you are, honey,” Reyn said, the last word dripping with sarcasm.
“Yeah…” Goten agreed. “And I think you win because you’re, at least, an honest asshole. I kinda like that. And don’t call me ‘honey’ ever again or I’ll break your arms.”
“I wouldn’t even dream of it.”
Goten could feel the warmth spreading over his back from where Reyn’s left hand was touching him. Reyn’s presence was strong and, despite the fact that it made Goten somewhat uneasy to know that the flight officer knew and understood him probably even better than he understood himself, it also made him feel good and assured, and it made him think that he wanted to stay like this for much longer.
Reyn grunted in unexpectedness when Goten suddenly let go of the armor and punched him lightly on the shoulder. Then his arm dropped back to his side.
“I…” Goten muttered, lowering his face to hide his embarrassment. “You know, I think I like Kyon because of who he is, but mostly it’s because of how he feels about me. It’s kind of…complicated…selfish, too. It would probably work out between us, and maybe for quite some time. But I think there’s a limit to how much and how long I can be affectionate in a relationship like that. I would probably start looking for an excuse to break up pretty soon since I’d just feel guilty.
“Now the other guy… You’re right. I’m troubled. He’s nothing but trouble. An even bigger problem is that I can’t seem to stop thinking about him. I wish I could just bang my head against a wall and forget him. But it doesn’t work that way.”
“That’s not something I want to hear,” Reyn said. Despite the fact that he was both surprised and appreciative of Goten’s unexpected openness with him, he realized that there was a limit as to how detailed he wanted the younger male’s confessions to be.
“Well, it’s not something I want either,” Goten grunted. “He’s an elite, Reyn. And it’s… Well, all of it is just stupid.”
Reyn blinked at him. “Oh, man,” he groaned in a few seconds. “Goten, you twit.”
Goten’s response was stubborn silence, and Reyn had an urge to smack him upside the head. “I guess he doesn’t know that you’re a third-class, does he?”
Awkwardly, still not meeting Reyn’s eyes, Goten rubbed his chin. “Well, the problem is that he does know. He’s known all along. I don’t think I’d care much for him if he didn’t know.”
Reyn laughed out in unexpectedness and disbelief. “Is he an idiot? Why is he pursuing you? Doesn’t he know how troublesome and complicated he can make your life?”
Goten shrugged.
“That’s one selfish bastard,” Reyn summed up.
“That he is,” Goten agreed. “So, on one hand I have a selfish bastard and on the other hand I have an honest one.”
“And there’s an idiot in the middle,” Reyn said with a sigh, pointing at Goten’s chest with his index finger. Staring at Goten’s red face, he lowered his hand. “So can we now, please, fuck finally?”
Goten burst out laughing. “Didn’t you hear anything I just said?” he asked, grinning.
“Well, sure I did. I think it was something about how you were supposed to clean the toilet and us sparring tomorrow.”
“Liar. I never promised to spar with you.”
Reyn gave him a serious look. “Goten, I don’t care much for the drama and tangled relationships you seem to be so fond of.” Reyn dropped the armor to the floor, his hands seizing Goten’s waist, drawing him close. He was unaware that the younger male was abruptly overtaken by the dilemma of whether to lift his hands to Reyn’s shoulders to gain some personal space, or just leave them hanging at his sides. “I’m here. Now,” Reyn continued. “You can think again when you meet them. If you meet them. And, who knows, maybe by the time you meet them, you won’t even remember them.”
Goten offered him a lopsided grin. “You’re quite full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Anything to get you into the sack.”
Goten chuckled.
“Everything’s fair in love and war. It’s an old Terran saying,” Reyn explained when it seemed that Goten was pondering on that. The flight officer shook his head. “Goten, there are no such things as ‘I saw him first’ or ‘I met him first’. It doesn’t work that way. I’m certain that both those theoretical boyfriends of yours knew that. And while the only thing they seem to be capable of is chewing each other out in your cookbook, I want to take a much more direct approach. It’s their problem that they aren’t here now.”
“This doesn’t really sound fair.”
“Life’s a bitch, Goten. You take what you can, and I’ll take my chances.”
“If I let you.”
“If you let me,” Reyn agreed, his fingers squeezing the younger man’s waist more firmly.
“Mmm… I’m very tempted to let you.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
Goten’s face reddened lightly. Well, yes, that was easy to figure out. He felt like he was losing out to Reyn a little. The flight officer was radiating self-confidence, he always was. And you couldn’t hate him because it was never arrogance, far from that. It was just that Reyn was straightforward to the point and set in his goal. The only thing you could blame him for was his uncouth bluntness. However, that was the very thing that had attracted Goten to him. That and…
The younger male stared at Reyn, who was watching him expectantly, his hands still firmly set on his waist. He was waiting for some sort of sign that Goten had finally come to a decision. When Reyn’s mouth covered his again, it was clear that once it had been made, it hadn’t gone unregistered.
No words had been exchanged, but Reyn had felt the change in Goten’s resolution almost physically. One moment the youth was unapproachable, and the next second it seemed as if all defenses went down.
The kiss was greedy, forceful. Reyn’s right hand slid up Goten’s back, rumpling his shirt. It lingered on his nape, then dove into his still quite short hair to grip it firmly. Goten gasped softly, his own hands rising to grasp at Reyn’s shoulders for support.
Never ceasing to kiss Goten, the flight officer pulled at the younger male’s shirt impatiently, and Goten unwound his tail to give him access. Reyn’s fingers slipped underneath to caress his sides and stomach. He could feel Goten shivering under his touch and wasn’t certain whether it was desire or cold fingers. He doubted the latter since they had just sparred and the heat from the exercise was still there, now building up into something different.
The younger male’s body seized and he inhaled sharply when his other hand moved down to grab his ass. The next moment, though, Goten leaned into Reyn. Indeed, it seemed that he really loved his ass being fondled. He was probably moving too fast, but, at this point, Reyn didn’t care. He wasn’t going to skip this opportunity only to have Goten change his mind midway. It was probably better to go too fast, where Goten was dazed and breathless, than to give him enough time to think it over again; Goten had proven himself to be inconsistent in his decisions.
Goten felt his back press against the wall. Only then did he realize that Reyn had maneuvered them from the middle of the training hall to the spot close to the exit door. He broke the kiss and, out of breath, stared at Reyn. Thanks to Ranvera, he knew he wasn’t a great kisser, but Reyn didn’t seem to mind the fact.
The flight officer ran his hands down over Goten’s sides and the younger male closed his eyes. It felt good. Then Reyn started kissing him again. He was only half aware of his belt being unbuckled. He was already erect and this undoubtedly showed through his trousers. There was also that hand on his ass, massaging and kneading, making him squirm. The sound of a zipper being unzipped reached his ears, then he grunted when he was grasped and pulled out of his trousers and underwear. He bucked instinctively, pushing himself slightly off the wall, his fingers digging into Reyn’s shoulders.
The flight officer’s other hand let go of his butt, and the man started fumbling with his own belt and trousers. Goten felt that there was something he should be doing too, but, with Reyn stroking him and occasionally grazing at and sucking on his neck, he wasn’t capable of much thought. He was only aware of the other male’s hand on his cock, the proximity of his body, and the short puffs of hot air against his damp neck.
Soon Reyn was stroking both of their erections in his hand. Breath was rushing in and out in short gasps past Goten’s lips and he licked his lips to wet them. He was still holding onto Reyn’s shoulders, his eyes shut. His hips were following the rhythm the flight officer had set.
“Uhn.”
Surprised, Reyn looked down past Goten’s head which had suddenly pressed against his shoulder. True enough, Goten had come without any warning, decorating his uniform in a wet spray. He could feel Goten panting for breath while he was softening in his hand. The smell of come reached his nostrils.
“Are you always this fast?”
The younger male refused to raise his head but, from his red ears, Reyn could tell that Goten had flushed brilliant crimson. Except for their increased breathing, it was silent for a few seconds.
“Is that a problem?”
The voice was rough, inquiring, uncertain, but there was also steel underneath. There was an unsaid, but a very definite, “and” at the beginning of that question and an even more unambiguous warning at the end of it.
“No, not really,” Reyn said. “Unless you decide to keep doing that to my uniforms.”
Goten looked down at Reyn’s stomach where he was graced by the sight of the other man’s still erect cock with a glistening head and his own softening one, both in the flight officer’s palm. His eyes then rose upwards to his chest where he spotted the problem.
“Ah, shit.”
Goten was aware of Reyn’s interested eyes on him.
“Don’t sweat it.” The flight officer could tell that it had never occurred to Goten to warn him that he was about to come. The reason might have been that he hadn’t even known he had been about to come. He found this more interesting than the wet spots on his uniform.
Reyn’s mouth pressed against Goten’s lips and, a little unsteady, he answered the kiss. He grunted and tried to shy away when the flight officer’s palm stroked them again. He backed into the wall. He was still too sensitive. Goten’s fingers twitched on Reyn’s shoulders when he gave one more stroke, then one of the younger male’s hands snuck down to cover Reyn’s in attempt to stop him from repeating his actions. The flight officer let go of them at once, leaving only Goten’s hand between them, and then Goten understood what had been expected of him. For the hundredth time today, he flushed red at his inexperience.
As if sensing his thoughts, Reyn pressed another kiss to his lips with a good-natured chuckle. Goten’s grip on him tightened as he was both encouraged and challenged by the soft laughter. He started stroking, slowly at first, then picking up the pace.
The older male tugged at his waist and, guessing at what he wanted, Goten moved a step away from the wall. The hands, however, slid down, together with Goten’s trousers and underwear. Reyn’s palms squeezed the bare globes with approval.
It was rewarding to feel Reyn lean into him, to hear his breath quickening, his hips fervently following his fist. Reyn’s hands on his ass were gripping him firmly, not letting go. Helpless grunts slipping from his lips, punctuating the older man’s pleasure, making Goten hard again. He felt powerful, in control, while he stroked the two of them.
At some point, Reyn let go of his ass and began unbuttoning his shirt, then slid it off his shoulders. Had he been supposed to take it off for Reyn? But the flight officer hadn’t touched his. Well, in any case, Goten preferred a bare-chested Reyn anyway. He understood what the shirt was for when Reyn covered their erections with it and came with a soft grunt. Goten felt silly for a few seconds, then also spurted into the shirt.
Tiredly, Goten leaned against the wall. He had come twice, but he didn’t feel the satisfaction he thought he should. He couldn’t help thinking that Reyn must be disappointed in him. There was something humiliating in that, even though he understood that his being inexperienced was only natural.
With his shirt, Reyn gave Goten’s soft member a few swipes to clean it, then took care of himself. He wasn’t certain what was with the look on the younger male’s face. The frustration Goten was radiating only increased while they were belting their trousers.
Reyn gave him a curious look, meeting Goten’s stubborn eyes. Reyn couldn’t help cuffing him over the back of his head. Goten stared at him in surprise, then blushed again. It seemed that Reyn knew what was in his head.
Goten avoided his eyes and went to pick up his armor off the floor. He was even more embarrassed to find out that his feet were shaky. He tottered over and picked up the armor. He turned around in time to see the flight officer wrapping up his shirt into a bundle.
“I hear the washing-machine isn’t working.”
The comment made Reyn’s eyebrows rise. He nearly asked whether Goten was offering to wash his shirt for him, then decided that it wasn’t the case and let the comment slide. Goten could be really interesting sometimes.
“Want me to help you out with your latrine duty?”
“Mm. Sure. Thanks.”
The hesitation was only momentary, but it was there, and the flight officer wondered whether he should have given the younger male more space instead. He didn’t really want to though.
ooOoOoOoo
In the morning, Goten was a little uncertain, but breakfast went past smoother than he had expected. Reyn appeared in the canteen with Derek and, since the room was bustling and there weren’t enough seats, the two of them sat down farther away.They hadn’t talked after what happened in the training room. There probably wasn’t much to talk about either: Reyn had been pursuing him, and he had conceded. Yesterday, while he had been cleaning the toilets and had Reyn washed his shirt, he realized that he indeed felt comfortable with Reyn at his side. They had hardly spoken, but he found the silence to be easy on his ears.
He had liked the hand job too, Reyn’s and his own. Actually, he was looking forward to some more. Only that he wasn’t certain how and where he should suggest it to Reyn. For now, though, he had to go and watch over the patients in the medical room.
The Nondren gave Goten a morose look when he entered the room. The third-class thought that probably he expected to be tied up again. That would have come true, but it was only Andrew who wanted to play cards today, thus the games were called off, leaving the other patients to their rest and Goten to his boredom.
It was a pretty exciting boredom, though, since Goten kept on mentally replaying his and Reyn’s encounter in the training room. He tried to calm himself down since it aroused him, nonetheless, his thoughts continued to travel to his fantasy land where, first, Reyn gave him a hand job and then sucked him off. Further contemplation on if he would be allowed to do the flight officer was interrupted by the Nondren asking for water.
Five hours later, when Goten’s watch was about to end and he couldn’t wait to find Reyn, Adriel dropped by. There was a sly look on his face, and Goten knew that no matter what they talked about, in the end, there was only one reason why he had come to visit him.
“Want to a party?” the navigator offered.
Goten’s face brightened. “Sure. When?”
“Tonight at ten. My cabin.”
Goten nodded. “I’ll be there.”
“What about Reyn?”
“What about him?”
“Will he come?”
“How should I know? Ask him.”
Adriel was squirming about, full of excitement and energy, as if he had devoured an entire bowl of sugar. “You know what I’m asking about,” he said reproachfully.
Goten gave him an uncomprehending look. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, stop bullshitting me. So are you two…?” He didn’t finish his oral description, instead expressing the thought in a gesture of two fingers joined together.
“What? Knitting?” Goten wondered.
“Stop it, you bastard. Are you his man now?”
“Is this what he’s saying?”
“No, that’s what Monteira is saying. Reyn told me to get lost.”
“And this is why you came to me.”
Adriel gave him an excited grin. “Yup!”
“Don’t tell me you threw this party in our honor?”
“Well, yeah, sorta. But there won’t be much point in it if you don’t bring Reyn; he wasn’t really keen on going.”
“Now neither am I.”
“Oh, c’mon!”
Goten rolled his eyes. He could understand Adriel’s curiosity, but instead of finding it funny, he was rather annoyed by it. Then he became aware of a suddenly dark look on the navigator’s face.
“Have you told him who his rival is?”
Goten leaned away in unexpectedness. “Rival?” he repeated, even though he knew perfectly well who Adriel meant. “I wouldn’t put it that way,” he said after a pause.
“How would you put it then?”
There was something amused and mocking in Adriel’s voice, and Goten didn’t like that. Nonetheless, the navigator was probably right. Even though, to Goten’s mind, it seemed absurd. His heart, however, agreed with Adriel’s words. Or maybe it was just something Goten irrationally wished for. The third-class wasn’t certain about that.
“I think you’re taking this too seriously,” Goten said finally.
Adriel shrugged. “Probably. It will work out in the end. One way or another,” he added. “But will it work out the way you want it to?”
“Oh, gods, Adriel,” Goten complained. “We can be dead tomorrow. Probably nothing will work out the way I want it! I’ll be most content if I survive this war.”
“True,” the navigator agreed. “So will you come to the party?”
“Yes, I will. Now leave me alone.”
Adriel was on his way out when the door pinged softly and Reyn stepped in. His eyebrows rose at the lewd grin the navigator gave him.
“Off with you,” Reyn said, moving away from the door. Wordlessly, with a grin on his face, Adriel bounced past him and through the door. “The party?” Reyn asked Goten once the navigator left.
“The party,” Goten confirmed solemnly.
“Where’s Tamahi? Shouldn’t he be here already?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“There’s a mountain of unwashed dishes in the kitchen. They won’t wash themselves.”
Goten groaned mentally. “You can’t expect to seduce anyone with that pick up line,” he complained.
Reyn chuckled. “Not anyone, no. But it will work on you, won’t it?”
“But that’s only because I’m easy.”
The flight officer sniggered at that. He was about to say something, but then Tamahi entered the room. Reyn motioned for Goten to follow him.
“I think I’m the one who works most on this ship,” Goten half-boasted and half-complained to Reyn on their way to the kitchen.
The older man rolled his eyes at the ceiling. “I’ll ask Edesha to switch cabins with me for tonight,” he said. “I’m certain he will agree.”
Goten grinned. “Now you’re talking!”
“You really are easy, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah!”
ooOoOoOoo
“Uhn,” Goten gasped at the well-placed lick Reyn gave to his cock. He had his eyes closed while Reyn held him by his hips to prevent him from moving. Goten was half-sitting on one of the kitchen tables, supporting himself with his hands. His trousers had pooled down on the floor. He still had his shirt on, but it was unbuttoned so as not to get in the way.Goten was still rather stunned at how fast it all had progressed to a blowjob. One moment, they were washing dishes and talking to their crewmates, and then Reyn was unzipping his trousers. Again, Goten cast a frantic look around the kitchen and over the counter to the canteen. It was all empty, indeed, just as it had been a few minutes ago, but… And to think that he had thought he would need to talk Reyn into it…
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Goten grunted out, his body tense. “Someone might come in.”
Reyn raised his face to look at the younger male’s half-lidded eyes. Goten seemed uncomfortable, a little skittish, but his dark eyes shone with eagerness nonetheless. “So what?”
“What do you mean ‘so what’? Well, sure, it’s not you who has his trousers down, b-”
“I locked the door,” Reyn said, his attention returning to Goten’s half-hard length.
Relaxing a little, Goten tugged at the older man’s hair reproachfully. Reyn liked teasing him, he knew that. “Wouldn’t it be much more comfort-ah!-able to do this in my cabinnnnh?”
“Yes, it would’ve been,” Reyn grumbled, “but then you decided to go to that damn party. Why the hell are you going there?”
“And why the hell nnn-not?”
“Maybe because it’s a mockery to us?”
“A pa-ah!-rty is a party. I like parties.”
Reyn muttered something under his breath. “Well, the thing is, I have to get up at three for an inspection. I can’t wait for you that long.”
“Why not co-ohhh-me together?”
“And what the hell would it change? Or are you an exhibitionist at heart?”
Goten’s thoughts went back to the memory of the cook publicly riding Nohail’s cock in one of those parties. He thought about it, then imagined himself in their place. He wouldn’t do that in a sober state, but…
“Oh, damn, you really are!” Reyn grunted, the evidence hard and twitching right before his eyes.
Goten blushed. “Mmm… Does it matter?”
The flight officer gave him a look. “Well, it doesn’t really bother me, but I prefer privacy. It’s just a matter of preference.”
“So you’d rather not?”
“I’d rather not,” Reyn confirmed. “Especially if those are people I know.”
“Okay. If th-”
“Stop talking. You’re distracting me. And yourself, too.”
Goten quieted. In fact, talking made him less nervous. He closed his eyes again, lowering his head a little. He exhaled shakily when the flight officer finally took him into his mouth. His hand went to Reyn’s head automatically and then slid into his hair. He couldn’t believe how much pleasure these simple licks and nips had brought him. He soon found out that it brought even more pleasure to watch Reyn blowing him. He worried a little that Reyn would ask the same of him. He certainly would, and, despite the fact that he had watched heaps of porn, Goten’s mouth had never ever come close to a cock.
It was hot and wet and Goten wanted to push even deeper into Reyn’s mouth. He wasn’t allowed to though. The flight officer restrained him easily, his hands pressing against Goten’s hips firmly.
Reyn set a comfortable rhythm, but soon it wasn’t enough. Since Goten wasn’t allowed to move, he urged the flight officer by tugging at his hair. It didn’t work. Actually, Reyn did the opposite, moving away, the erection slipping out of his mouth. Goten grunted in disapproval, pulling at his hair more firmly, trying to make him return to what he had been doing. Reyn chuckled, his tongue sneaking out to lick at the head, then dip into the slit. Goten moaned softly. Spurred on by the sound, Reyn played more with the slit, then let the head slide back past his lips. It took a few more seconds, then Goten was pulling at his hair.
“I’m g-going to c-come,” he gasped out.
The flight officer was just in time to move away. The younger male shot like a bullet, his hand hardly catching the load. It was exciting to watch him come, but it was only too short. His quick bliss fading, Goten blinked his eyes and, sighing softly, let go of himself.
He was half-expecting for Reyn to comment on how fast he was again, but Reyn didn’t. Instead, he was giving Goten the questioning look he had been so worried about.
“Mm…” Goten muttered, looking at Reyn’s tented crotch. “I’m probably not very good at this.”
The older male’s searching eyes slid over Goten’s face. “Well, anything goes. Except teeth,” he warned.
Goten looked around for something to wipe his hands on. There were only towels and it was better to wash his hands instead of wiping them there. He stepped out of his trousers and went over to one of the sinks. It came to him, while he was washing his hands, that he must look funny with bare legs and boots on his feet. His flapping shirt was hardly covering his ass. He turned around and found Reyn watching him, curiously.
“Um.” Awkwardly, Goten turned the tap off. He dried his hands on the towel which hung nearest to the sink. Buttoning his shirt, he walked back to Reyn.
The flight officer stood there, waiting for him. There was something about his pose that suggested to Goten that he had absolute freedom to do to Reyn anything he was willing to try. The thought aroused Goten. His hands rose to Reyn’s waist to push him a few steps backwards. The flight officer felt his hips prop against the same table Goten had just climbed off of. The fire in the other man’s eyes made Reyn think that Goten was more dominant than he had at first believed.
The problem was, though, that once Goten had Reyn pressed to the table and in his control, he didn’t really know what he wanted to do. He wanted to kiss Reyn, but the thought was unpleasant too – the man had just had his cock in his mouth. He wanted to get into the other man’s trousers, but he wasn’t certain what he would do after.
Well, in any case, the first step was to unzip those trousers. It wasn’t so easy to free a man with a heavy erection. He fumbled a little with the zipper and felt Reyn grow even more. It was a good thing that, just as Reyn had said, anything went.
This time Goten had a better opportunity to take a good look at the older male’s penis. Reyn’s was thicker but somewhat shorter than his. Almost all of the head was visible; most of foreskin had already pulled away. The curls around the base were much thicker than Goten’s, whose pubic hair was sparse since he was very young and his body was still developing. It was going to take a few years for his to grow into a bush. Goten was also aware of the fact that Reyn was physically stronger than him. The difference wasn’t apparent at once, but they had fought enough times for both of them to know that.
Goten wrapped his fingers around the jutting length. The feeling was already familiar. He stroked carefully, cupping the sack with his other hand. Reyn spread his legs wider and leaned back, getting more comfortable on the table. If Goten continued stroking like that, he would need more lubrication.
Soon, clear droplets appeared on the tip, and Goten smeared them around. He quickly worked up enough interest and courage to try what Reyn had done to him. He leaned down to give the head a tentative lick. The other man’s musk was strong. He felt Reyn’s hand dive into his hair, stroking his scalp, encouraging him.
Both of them jolted when someone started knocking on the door. Goten was glad they hadn’t progressed further or he might have bitten Reyn. Waiting, they stared at each other. Goten licked his lips nervously.
“Ignore it,” the flight officer said huskily, his interest only on his unsatisfied lust.
Goten lowered his eyes. He brushed over the length with his lips, then opened his mouth to lick it. He leaned back when the pounding repeated.
“What the hell do you want?” Reyn growled out loudly.
A string of urgent gibberish wafted from behind the door.
“Humans,” Reyn spat distastefully.
Goten groped farther down the table, looking for the scouter he had taken off when Reyn had first started showing his attention. He put it on and set it for long distance interpreting and turned on the loudspeaker.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Derek is hysterical,” the voice called out. “Is Dueri in here?”
“Oh, fucking hell,” Reyn cursed. “Tell them I’ll come in a minute.”
Goten gave his erection a skeptical look. “You sure I can manage that?”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t.”
TBC
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