Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Barracks ❯ Part 42 ( Chapter 42 )
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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: 04.17.2012 | Pages: 6 | Words: 9.0K | Visits: 312 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.17.2012 | Pages: 6 | Words: 9.0K | Visits: 312 | Status: Work In Progress
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 - (Kandar)
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 42
Goten was singing an old war song. His jarring voice was making Edesha’s ears bleed. Any other time, the warrior would have told him to shut up, but now, while the two were staggering down the seemingly endless hall to their cabin, he joined in. Their loud voices filled the corridor, flowing into every nook and cranny tempting the residents of Starcut to leave their warm bunks and punch them both out.
It was half past one in the morning and the two of them were returning from Adriel’s party. The arms they had around each other’s shoulders were for balance, rather than an expression of their undying friendship. The roommates kept howling in song until they reached their cabin. Then both of their minds became preoccupied with the need to remember the key code. Goten gave up first and started fumbling through his pockets. He retrieved the card and drew it over the slot, opening the door.
Edesha was almost a whole head taller than Goten and it was him who nearly dragged the third-class into their cabin. The younger male stumbled, fell, and both of them rolled over the floor.
“Eowchfuck!” Edesha growled when his healing arm scraped against the floor.
Goten cursed when his head banged against the computer tower under the desk. He blinked his eyes at the metallic box. There was a tiny black switch on its side. Goten reached out and flipped it. Nothing happened.
“You okay?” Edesha asked, trying to crawl backwards from under the table. “Fuck!” he howled when he tried to stand up too early and knocked his head against the desktop. He dropped back onto Goten, his chin hitting the younger male’s chest.
Goten patted his head soothingly. Edesha grumbled in response. He lifted himself up with his good hand. The warmth wafting from the body underneath him made him falter. It took a few seconds for the third-class to notice the soldier’s heated gaze. He made no attempt to move away, and Edesha shifted sideways, then his hand slid south to cup him through his trousers. The younger male’s body tensed while Edesha’s fingers stroked him through the fabric.
Goten wasn’t resisting, and Edesha leaned in to press their mouths together. Their tongues met in a sloppy, drunk dance. When the younger male turned his head aside, breaking the kiss, Edesha’s mouth went to his neck and then deeper under the collar to graze his collarbone.
Goten turned to his side, trying to free himself from Edesha’s massaging hand, and the soldier’s teeth clashed against his collarbone painfully. The third-class gasped, his face contorting in pain.
“S-sorry,” Edesha said. There was a short but bright red line on Goten’s right collarbone. Two tiny droplets of blood had appeared.
“Get off,” the third-class answered.
Edesha’s eyes met the younger male’s. “You sure?” he asked seductively.
The heated, half-drunk expression on Goten’s face wasn’t convincing. Edesha was certain that the younger male wouldn’t mind some fun, but he was insistently pushing at his chest, trying to free himself. Edesha held him down bodily. He wanted Goten, and the need to have him hadn’t lessened a bit since he had first tried to court him.
“I don’t think Reyn will like this,” Goten warned him. In reality, he had no idea how Reyn would react to him sleeping around and, at the moment, testing the waters didn’t interest him at all. He was reluctant to use force, however, and hoped to talk Edesha into letting him go.
The mentioning of the other man’s name sobered Edesha up. It piqued his possessiveness, but it also made him reluctant and uncertain – Reyn was his friend, and a much more powerful man to boot. It didn’t pay to cross him. It would certainly be satisfying to have Goten, though.
Goten grunted when Edesha rolled off him. Wordlessly, the soldier clambered backwards from under the table, went to his bed, kicked his boots off, and lay down. The third-class went to his own bed, undressed, and was out in a minute.
He slumbered until it was time to go and watch over the patients in the medical room. There he spent his time playing cards and nursing his hangover. He had expected Reyn to pay him a visit, but the man hadn’t come. He was probably still sleeping after doing his nightly check up. The Human kid had been a nuisance too – it appeared that he had gone to sleep and then woke up from a nightmare to see that it was dark and that the cabin was empty. He’d had a panic attack. He had been so panicky that he forgot how he had been taught to open the door and call for the lights. He flounced about in the darkness, trashing the cabin and earning a handful of sizable bruises, until a passerby heard his shouts and found one of the crew to let him out. Seeing other people calmed him down a bit, but he was still crying and shaking when he and Reyn appeared.
Yawning, Goten shuffled the cards; he had lost this round. He still owed Reyn a blowjob. It was a debt he was looking forward to repaying. These past few days he had been thinking about sex and its variations nonstop. He felt he was being too obsessive about it, but he also believed that it was only natural since he was fresh to everything Reyn showed to him. He had also started seeing the other men in the crew as sexual targets. Except that, obviously, they couldn’t be his sexual targets since everyone, apart from Reyn, was second-class. He was a little bit confused by all of this.
Goten started dealing. Tom had fallen asleep again, and the third-class decided to leave him be. Now it was him, Andrew, and Daniel playing. Tom’s health was getting better. The doctor said that there was no danger to his life anymore. Most of the wires had been removed from him, and his bed as well. The unconscious Nondren’s brains were slowly deteriorating. His pal, however, was recovering quickly, and yesterday he had been awarded with ki-cuffs. Goten felt more at ease now as he wasn’t required to watch over him so strictly anymore.
Daniel’s broken leg was healing successfully and he was bubbly and in high spirits, as usual. He mostly talked about that wonderful girlfriend of his he had on Earth and how he was missing her. He talked about how he was going to marry her and have a bunch of beautiful kids. Goten was getting annoyed by the incessant blabbering. But it was only because he was quite pessimistic about all of this happening in the near future. He also suspected that the idea of marriage and settling down had struck Daniel only after he had miraculously survived the ordeal with the pirates. It was more likely that, since he had been away for almost five months and probably hadn’t expressed any intention of tying the knot with her before, Daniel’s woman had already found someone else, someone she considered more reliable. Goten said nothing of his doubts to Daniel, though. Those were only his thoughts, after all. It could happen that, in spite of everything, she would gladly accept his proposal.
Andrew had been released from the medical bay two days ago, actually told to get out as soon as his arm started getting better, but had returned yesterday in the morning with a higher than normal temperature. He also said he rather liked the company.
“You suck today,” Andrew told Goten after they had played for about an hour.
“Yes, I suck today,” Goten agreed. “With a bit of luck,” he added, reaching out for the near-empty bottle he had brought with him to the medical room. Andrew gave him a confused look, and Goten gave him a hearty smile in return. It didn’t seem that the translator managed to objectively interpret what he’d said. That was just as well. Goten drained the bottle till the last drop. He was starting to feel hungry and hoped that soon either Tamahi or Yereli would come and he would be able to go to the canteen for lunch.
Goten lost again. He now owed Andrew ten and Daniel five credits. He was going to go bankrupt at this rate. He was indebted to practically everyone on Starcut since he couldn’t cash his credit card. He was saved from any further losses by Tamahi, who took over watching the patients.
The third-class came to the canteen late, when almost everyone else had already eaten. He had his meal and was then employed as a dishwasher. He wished they would finally acquire a mechanical one. Once, he had asked the head cook about it, and it appeared that they’d had a few in the past. One, when the ship had been maneuvering, fell over and tore all the pipes out of the wall, flooding the kitchen and other compartments. The new dishwasher choked when it was overfilled with washing powder. The maintenance technicians had cleaned it out, but then they didn’t secure it to the floor properly and it fell over just like the previous one. The crew thought it looked strange to fill in requests for dishwashers so often, and so they didn’t.
Five Humans were helping to wash the dishes and clean fish for dinner. They offered their help frequently and the head cook never refused. Goten had also heard that there were women who washed clothes for the wounded. The captain, obviously, encouraged that.
The usual Human couple was helping clean the fish. Goten had talked to them a few times and knew that they had recently married and had been returning from their honeymoon. They were happy to have both survived the ordeal and it showed: instead of moaning and mourning, they made themselves useful where they could. Goten believed that it was partly guilt for how happy they were to still have each other. In any case, he liked them.
It took one hour for all of them to ready everything for dinner. Reyn didn’t appear in the kitchen and, bored, Goten went to the training room. He found Edesha there, doing one-handed push-ups. They met each other’s eyes awkwardly. The backup captain was also there, going through a complicated range of exercises.
Edesha stopped his push-ups and sat up. He opened his mouth, but his brain couldn’t agree on what he wanted to say, thus he closed it again. He watched Goten warming up.
“Want to spar?” the backup captain asked Goten.
Goten gave him an interested look. Goten’s usual sparring partner was Reyn, as nobody else ever volunteered and he didn’t ask them. He’d had one spar with Jadenas, but it had been a waste of time. Goten suspected that the quick outcome of his fight with Jadenas was one of the reasons nobody approached him. He and Reyn were on a different level. He had noticed, though, that Reyn did spar with his crewmates. Whether it was to amuse himself or them, Goten didn’t know.
Goten hadn’t interacted much with the backup captain. Actually, they had hardly spoken. The third-class suddenly realized that he didn’t even know the man’s name.
“Umm…” Goten said doubtfully. “Okay, sir.”
“No ki.”
“Alright, sir,” Goten agreed, taking his fighting stance.
Edesha chuckled when three seconds later the backup captain whooshed past him and hit the wall. Kandar was good at fighting, but this was going to go as it always went while sparring against Goten or Reyn. The older man had already known that before suggesting it to Goten. He must have wanted to see the difference for himself.
“Are you okay, sir?”
“Oh, gods,” the older man shook his head in disbelief while getting to his feet, “this pup’s piss really asked me if I’m okay…”
Edesha rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he does that. Frustrating to no end.”
“Well, I can shout for you to die faster. Would you prefer that, sir?”
“You’re one cheeky bastard, aren’t you?”
Goten gave the backup captain a morose look. What the hell did people want from him? He was doing his best to be cautious. Goten watched the older man advancing. Whatever. If he wanted to be beaten up, then he was going to be beaten up.
“That’s more like it,” Kandar said when the look on Goten’s face hardened. “Respect your opponents, you shitpiss.”
“Insults don’t really work on me, sir.”
“Really? A pity, that.”
“Liar.”
Goten turned his head to see Reyn leaning against the wall, his forearms crossed. The flight officer grinned at him. When did he enter?
Goten rolled his eyes. Surely Reyn understood that he couldn’t fight the backup captain seriously. There was just no point – the man was too slow, like all second-classes.
He and the backup captain faced each other again. Goten blocked the man’s blow and, stepping to the left, punched the man in the side. The backup captain grabbed at his side and dropped to one knee with a loud curse. The next thing Goten knew, he was suddenly being swept off his feet. He caught himself on his hands and instantly rolled away from the other man so as to avoid a headlock. Whisking aside, he stood up, but the backup captain wasn’t going after him. He was just rubbing at his side, watching him.
“I told you not to get too cocky,” Reyn said, amused.
“I am not,” Goten protested. But he probably had been. Goten frowned at the thought. He heard Reyn laugh at his reaction.
The backup captain was first to come at him again. The third-class defended himself easily from the flurry of his attacks. He mostly avoided them by leaning away or shifting aside. It lasted for about fifteen seconds before he grabbed the older man’s hand, tugged him onward, and rammed his knee in the man’s stomach. The backup captain gasped and choked, bending forward. But before Goten could retreat, Kandar suddenly leaned away, and gaining momentum, rammed his head into the third-class’s stomach. Goten had sensed what he intended to do and tried to move backwards while lowering his arm to protect his midsection. It did the trick, but the older male’s weight forced him to the ground.
They rolled over a few times, grappling, then Goten lost his hold on his opponent and yelped in pain as his right hand was trussed up behind his back. He had never been very good at wrestling and it was obvious that the other man was much more skilled than him. And then Goten figured out what was unusual about the backup captain – the man was incredibly good at tolerating pain. However, the knowledge had come too late.
“One more round?”
Goten shook his head in refusal. “Maybe another time.”
The backup captain offered, but it was obvious that Goten didn’t care much for a rematch. He had lost and that was it. Indeed, just as Edesha had said, their youngest crewman wasn’t very competitive. It was good, for Reyn knew that there was a great possibility that otherwise they would have already killed each other. Now, they could coexist, and, what more, it was a pleasant coexistence.
The flight officer suddenly became aware that it was still strangely silent in the hall, neither Goten nor Kandar talking. Then he took note of Goten’s red face.
“You liked that, huh?” the backup captain smirked, laughing. He twisted Goten’s forearm more firmly, grinding him harder against the floor.
“I didn’t,” Goten grunted, his face reflecting mortification. “Sir?” he added unsteadily when the backup captain showed no intention of letting him go. The third-class was aware of everyone’s eyes on him and, to his horror, it as much excited him as terrified him. He had been thinking about sex so much lately that he was unconditionally reacting to the older male’s proximity. He would probably get hard if someone punched him also.
“It seems you’re lying to me,” the backup captain chuckled. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Reyn was about to step in, so he let go of Goten’s arm and moved away. The flight officer gave him a dark look but said nothing.
Goten sat up. He was embarrassed but there was also anger in his eyes. The other man was only teasing him, and the third-class understood that, but it irked him anyway. The whole situation was irritating.
When Edesha and the backup captain left, Reyn turned his attention back to Goten. “Stop sulking, you idiot. Next time you just plant him face-first into the wall and that will take care of it.”
The younger male gave him a grim look. “I just tried. Didn’t work.”
Reyn sighed. “Do you want to have a spar with me to get that sour taste of defeat out of your mouth?” he suggested.
Goten’s treacherous mind immediately threw up a few panoramas where Reyn was giving him a blowjob. It was not what Reyn was offering, though. Still, it didn’t stop him from imagining Reyn keeping him in a headlock or pinning him down to the ground while their bodies were rubbing against each other insistently. Goten’s softening cock gave a few defiant twitches, making the third-class curse inwardly. Goten looked back at Reyn and, from the wide grin on the flight officer’s face, it was obvious he knew what kind of thoughts were whirling in the younger male’s mind.
“I’d rather you joined me in the showers instead,” Goten suggested quite shamelessly, surprising himself. It was only too obvious that he was dying for it.
Reyn didn’t think twice before accepting the invitation. “Sure.” His eyes traveled to Goten’s tented crotch. “I should go on missions more often, it seems.”
“Don’t be an asshole.”
The older male chuckled. “Can’t you just humor me?”
“I think you are pretty capable of that on your own.”
Reyn left it at that, watching Goten getting up off the floor. The younger male was embarrassed.
“Stop staring.”
“I think you like it when I do.”
“I don’t,” Goten denied, but without much conviction.
“Do you want me to walk in front of you?” Reyn asked, indicating to Goten’s crotch with his eyes.
“Yeah, that would be a big help.”
The best way out was simply to jerk off now, in the training room. However, Reyn showed no intention of helping him out; he was obviously more interested in the prospective action in the showers. And Goten was simply too shy to initiate anything on his own.
With Reyn walking in front of him, Goten went to his cabin, where he took a towel and a change of clothes. He had expected his arousal to subside by the time he found all he needed, but the anticipation kept him at half-mast. Despite that, he refused to allow Reyn to escort him further since now he could use clothes to cover his state and avoid upsetting elderly Human women on board. It was a mystery to Goten and most of the other crewmembers why they found naked or half-naked Saiyan bodies so offensive. As far as he had seen, there were no big differences between Human and Saiyan bodies except the tails. Was that it? The tail?
Goten’s tail made a few lazy twirls behind him while he pondered on that. Or were they afraid to be devoured? The third-class sniggered. It was true that all of them were deprived of females, but Saiyans didn’t particularly care for Human women. They would surely do willing ones, but pursuing or/and raping one hardly ever happened.
Then he wondered whether consensual copulation with a Human female could ever be rewarding. He wasn’t knowledgeable, but a Saiyan male would always have to hold back, wouldn’t he? Otherwise, the female might end up badly bruised or with a few broken ribs. His thoughts went to the prince and his mother, then to the prince’s father, probably one of the strongest men in the universe. How the hell did they do it?
And why the hell was he thinking about it?
There was also the fact to consider that Saiyan females never went for Human males. He had neither seen nor heard such a thing. It was not only their choice. Goten was pretty certain that any Human male who dared touch a Saiyan female would be silently disposed of. There was a shortage of Saiyan women, but it was more than that. It was male ego. In fact, Goten was sure that if a Human male flirted with a Saiyan female in front of him, he would probably try to usurp the female, even if he wasn’t interested in her. He wouldn’t go so far as to beat him up, but he would try to make the Human leave.
Human males, though, didn’t particularly care about their women. If a Saiyan liked one, with her consent, he could freely take her. Or if their female liked a Saiyan male, she was free to pursue him. And there were a few females on Starcut who seemed to be enjoying the company of Saiyan males. Goten was certain that they didn’t mind him or the other crewmen walking around half-dressed; they would probably even prefer them to walk around naked. From time to time, he would catch them gazing at him and his friends longingly. Indeed, Goten was of opinion that, in comparison to their usually scrawny males, tall and sinewy Saiyan bodies boasted a much better view.
When Goten reached the showers, Reyn still wasn’t there. Goten thought about waiting for him, but then decided - against all odds - that he would be less self-conscious if he didn’t need to take his clothes off under Reyn’s watchful eyes. So he chose the farthest stall in the room, undressed quickly, and got under the spray.
There were three more people in the showers and the running water drowned out all sounds. Goten sensed, rather than heard, someone’s presence near him, but still gasped and jolted when his back was touched.
“Don’t do that,” he admonished Reyn, who was now grinning at his skittishness. The third-class blinked and wiped at his eyes to get the water and shampoo out of them. “Damn,” he grunted when the shampoo started stinging his eyes. He scooped up water from the flowing stream to cleanse them.
“My bad.” Reyn’s gaze slid over Goten’s bare shoulders, then darted to his crotch and rose up again. “You don’t waste time, do you?” he said, staring at Goten thoughtfully.
The other third-class shrugged. He turned away from Reyn to continue washing the shampoo out of his hair. The flight officer took off his scouter and put it together with Goten’s belongings in the container on the shower wall. He undressed and arranged his boots next to the younger man’s.
Goten tensed when two strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind. It wasn’t unexpected, in fact, it was welcomed, but he wasn’t used to that kind of closeness. Goten’s back leaned into the flight officer’s chest obediently when he was tugged from under the shower spray and into his body. He was getting hard again.
“Let’s get your ‘shower fantasy’ fulfilled,” Reyn said softly into Goten’s ear, making the other male blush furiously. “So how do you imagine doing that boy? Or is it him who does you?”
So he hadn’t forgotten the young man in the porn magazine with bent and tattered pages… Goten’s blush became so deep that his face was now the color of a boiled crayfish.
“Well?” Reyn inquired, bending his head to press his lips to Goten’s wet shoulder. He pushed the younger male deeper under the shower.
“I do him,” Goten admitted with a slight stutter. He reached out for the knob to lessen the water cascade so that now its warm flow reached only his stomach.
“Is that so?” the other third-class drawled ponderously.
Goten said nothing, but Reyn hadn’t expected him to answer. His body was tingling with anticipation while Goten’s was taut with bewildered eagerness. Goten’s skin was damp but, even if diluted, the smell of the younger male’s arousal was clear in the air. It was most inviting.
“Say, Goten,” Reyn asked, his hands slowly running up and down the other third-class’s sides. “Wh-” He fell silent while his right palm glided over Goten’s solar plexus. Then he turned the younger male around to face him. They were almost the same height and build, which made it convenient for them to kiss. Believing that this was what Reyn wanted, Goten leaned in. The older male, though, moved his head aside. Absently, his index finger traced Goten’s collarbone. He had intended to keep quiet about it, but it was bothering him too much.
“What’s that?”
Goten lowered his head, trying to see what Reyn was pointing at. He couldn’t. But he didn’t need to as his memory suddenly supplied him with the answer to what the older male was indicating. He felt the flight officer’s fingertips circle the bruise Edesha had left.
“Must be from the spar with the backup captain.”
The expression on Reyn’s face didn’t change, but something shifted in his eyes, and Goten knew that he didn’t believe a word of what he had said.
“Is that so?” he muttered, his hands sliding over Goten’s back and to his shoulder blades. His kneading fingers were making the sheen of dampness on Goten's skin concentrate into droplets and run down the other male’s back.
Even though Reyn tried to keep his face neutral, Goten could see that he was displeased – anger was simmering behind those dark eyes. And Goten couldn’t help feeling a sudden surge of delight washing over him.
Reyn’s eyebrows rose at the reaction. Slowly, he massaged the back of Goten’s neck. Then the flight officer used his fingers to tug at the younger male’s hair to raise his head. He looked at the other male’s flushed face. He noted how his wet hair was plastered to his head; Goten looked awfully young.
“You like it when I’m jealous?”
“Yes,” Goten admitted softly.
Reyn examined his face to make sure the other third-class wasn’t joking. “That’s good because I have a quite livid jealousy streak,” he admitted.
“That’s good.”
But was it? Goten talked shit, and he knew that, but with Reyn’s naked body pressed to him, he wasn’t interested in serious conversations; he had made his choice and wanted to finally get laid.
“Don’t let it bother you,” Goten said dismissively. “It was just a drunk moose.”
The corners of the flight officer’s lips quirked up. His finger traced the mark again. “With very sharp teeth,” he noted.
Goten opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he concentrated on something behind Reyn’s shoulder. Reyn turned his head to follow his gaze. A middle-aged Human male was staring at them, at Goten mostly, for he had previously been able to see only Reyn’s naked back. There was disdain on his face.
“Piss off, you scum!” Reyn growled.
The Human didn’t understand the words, but he retreated quickly at the clear threat in the flight officer’s voice. Surprised, Goten stared at the place the man had been a second ago. Reyn snorted in disgust.
“Umm… What was that about?”
Reyn snorted again. Goten didn’t seem to know, but many Human males had negative reactions to couples of the same sex. Saiyans could understand the distaste, but didn’t understand why it should bother the Humans so much. Nevertheless, it did, and there had been a few cases when a Saiyan male couple was ganged up upon. It was rare and usually done under the influence of alcohol or drugs since, often, it resulted in Humans being splattered around.
“Must be a new potential boyfriend of yours.”
Goten’s eyebrows rose in question, but Reyn wasn’t in the mood for explaining anything. Goten thought he would ask him later. Now he, just as Reyn, was much more interested in advancing towards the prospective sex. He turned around to shut the water off completely, then faced the other male again. He leaned forward and Reyn met him halfway, capturing his lips. The flight officer’s hands settled on the small of Goten’s back while Goten’s slid to wrap around the older man’s neck and shoulders. Goten got bold quickly, his tongue joining Reyn’s in action, making Reyn wonder if this was how Goten imagined kissing the boy from the magazine; he couldn’t believe he was getting jealous of a photo.
Sometime during the kiss Goten had started rubbing himself against Reyn. He wasn’t even aware of it as his thoughts were mostly occupied by the other third-class tongue fucking his mouth. One of Reyn’s hands had also left the small of Goten’s back and now was kneading a handful of his ass. He loved this too.
Reyn’s mouth left Goten’s lips to graze his shoulder. Reclining his head, Goten sighed contently. Reyn elicited a few more approving grunts from Goten, then raised his head to give a contemplative look to the teeth mark on Goten’s collarbone.
“Eowch!” Goten grunted when Reyn sucked at the side of his throat quite forcefully. Leaning away from the flight officer, he rubbed at his neck to soothe the bruised skin. “What are you doing?”
“Making a point.”
“Ma-? Oh. Alright.”
Reyn chuckled, amused by Goten’s meek reaction. It was obvious that he felt guilty. Good.
“So what comes after this?” Reyn asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His other hand slid to Goten’s backside to join the first and he squeezed firmly, mashing their lower bodies together, making the younger male gasp.
“U-usually,” Goten breathed out. “Usually, at about this time, I plaster him into the wall and fuck the shit out of him.”
“Hmm…” Reyn couldn’t help himself, leaning in to steal one more kiss from Goten. “That might appear a little bit complicated, considering the circumstances,” he said once their mouths parted again.
“What circumstances?”
The circumstances of me wanting to fuck you into oblivion, Reyn thought. He said nothing, though, instead continuing to caress the younger male’s body. Goten’s skin was almost dry already, his hair not so damp anymore either. Reyn pulled a little away, leaving enough space between them so he could graze on Goten’s chest. He felt the younger third-class tense up, but he wasn’t interested in the bite mark anymore. He held Goten by his sides to steady him when he wrapped his lips around his nipple. He sucked on it lightly. It soon hardened, but nothing else happened at first, Goten not showing any reaction. Then, after a few moments of teasing it with his tongue and teeth, he felt the younger male’s forehead fall to rest against his shoulder. Goten’s soft moan right at his ear went straight to his groin. Reyn’s left hand reached out for the other nipple.
“Mmnn…” Goten moaned breathless, forgetting that there were other people in the showers. Reyn wanted to remind him, but the moan had been quiet and the running water would drown out the sounds. Besides, he rather hoped the younger male would moan more.
Goten was rubbing himself against Reyn while the man was tweaking his right nipple between his fingers. He gasped again when Reyn let go of it and rolled it under his palm. His breathing was becoming shallower. He was aware that Reyn was no less aroused, the man’s heavy erection pressing against his.
It took time for the flight officer to notice that, while he had carelessly been playing with the other man’s nipples, Goten had pushed him against the wall. The younger male had probably done it unconsciously, but now was holding him pressed to the wall, rubbing against him, gauging his reaction from under half-lidded eyes. Overtaken by a sudden impulse, Reyn grabbed him by the back of his head and smashed their lips together. Goten could feel the older male grinning against his mouth, but didn’t know what it was about and, at the moment, wasn’t too much interested. Reyn was caressing his back, his own hips now undulating against Goten’s.
All of it felt incredibly good and Goten wasn’t aware that the hand that had previously been groping his backside had returned and was now dangerously close to the crack. Goten’s eyes shot open, widening at the feel of something slick sliding into his ass. He grunted in discomfort, but the finger didn’t even falter and slipped all the way in. So this was what the bastard had been grinning about.
“Don’t tense up like that,” Reyn whispered into Goten’s ear, biting on his earlobe. He withdrew his finger from the younger male almost completely, then pushed it back in. Goten grunted again. Reyn paid him no attention, withdrew his digit, added one more, and thrust them back in.
“It feels strange, doesn’t it?” Reyn asked, his left arm wrapping around Goten’s shoulders and back more firmly, to keep Goten in place when the younger male tried to shift away from him. He scissored his fingers inside the other man. He pushed his digits upwards and, in response, Goten’s body rose upwards as well, now standing on tiptoes. Reyn had expected that and simply changed their positions: he pushed Goten away from himself, turned him around, planted his palm on the younger male’s back, bent him forward, and set his left foot in front of Goten’s so as to prevent him from flattening himself against the shower wall. He moved Goten’s tail out of his way and pushed his fingers back into the man.
Certainly, Goten could have protested the handling or fought him, but he did neither. He had seen it being done to others plenty of times. He was still uncertain but, even if it didn’t feel pleasant, it didn’t hurt either. Reyn’s fingers pushed in and out of him in an irregular pattern, then they touched his prostate, spreading warmth inside him.
“Found it,” Reyn stated while following Goten’s reactions.
Goten’s nod was hardly discernible.
It had started to feel good now, every rub and touch inside him making the warmth swell throughout his body and concentrate in his cock. Soon, he could only think about those fingers pushing in and out of him. In only a few minutes, Reyn had him rocking up and down on them.
It was obvious to the flight officer that Goten was going to come soon – earlier, he had planted his palms on the shower wall in front of him in order to support himself, and now his back was arched. His head was turned to the side while he was stifling his occasional moans. Goten reached down for his heavy cock, but Reyn brushed his hand aside, taking on the task himself.
“Umhn!” Goten gasped when Reyn’s fingers wrapped around him.
It took enormous self-control on Reyn’s part not to spear Goten onto his cock right then and there. He would have tried, in fact, if he had been certain of the younger male’s reaction. As it was now, his fingers pistoned in and out of Goten’s ass, his fist pumping him in the front.
Goten came with a soft grunt. His eyelids quivered while his back straightened. Pearly drops shot past the flight officer’s fingers and spattered the shower wall in short intervals. Reyn continued to stroke him to prolong his orgasm.
“Mnnn,” Goten hummed, turning around when he was able to think again. He leaned against the wall. Reyn, aware that by doing so Goten had smeared his seed all over his backside and sides, tugged him off it. The satisfied, dreamy look on Goten’s face made him look even younger than he was. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were puffy from the earlier kisses. He wrapped his arms around Reyn’s shoulders and drew him close for yet another sloppy kiss.
Reyn quickly broke the kiss and pushed himself away from the younger male. He forced a laugh. “So I gather you liked that?”
Goten gave him a content grin and nodded. “Uh-huh.” It took him a few moments to figure out why Reyn had moved away from him. The throbbing length pressed against Reyn’s stomach had to be most uncomfortable, as his had just been.
“I think I owe you a blowjob,” Goten said a little uncertain.
“I’d be most grateful if you returned your debt right now.”
“Sure.”
Goten maneuvered them so that now the flight officer was the one leaning against the same wall he had come against a minute ago, then squatted down in front of him. He ran his hands down Reyn’s thighs, feeling the skin's texture and the muscle underneath. Holding onto the older man’s hips, he concentrated on the jutting length.
Reyn saw Goten’s tongue sneak out to touch the hot skin at its base. The lick was tentative, just as it had been the first time. Reyn watched him curiously, the other male’s indecision fueling his arousal even more. If one didn’t count the previous attempt at a blowjob, it was painfully obvious that Goten was doing this for the first time. Reyn could see that Goten was a tad troubled by his engorged erection.
“You don’t have to do it,” the flight officer said, even though he would have liked nothing better than to shove Goten’s head forward and fuck his mouth until he came.
“I want to,” Goten said with defiance in his voice. He still seemed reluctant, but then, with resolution, he bent his head and his swollen lips wrapped around the leaking head. He closed his eyes so as not to stare at the other man’s pubic hair and tried sucking. Soon he took more of the length into his mouth. Reyn rewarded his efforts by playfully ruffling his hair and stroking his scalp.
It took Goten about a minute to figure out what Reyn enjoyed most. It appeared that it was practically the same what he had enjoyed when the older male had done it to him. He just had to bob his head up and down, keep it wet and slippery, and not forget to use his free hand to both stimulate the part of the erection his mouth couldn’t reach and gently rub the balls.
It wasn’t easy, to do all that at once and, at the same time, avoid scraping the tender skin with his teeth. Reyn also liked watching him, too. Goten kept blushing when their eyes met and either closed them or tried to look away.
The musk was strong, even stronger than he had expected, but soon Goten found out that, instead of being repulsed by it, he was excited. Combined with the lingering smell of his own come, it was making a strange but very arousing blend. He moved his head back and forth while Reyn kept a hold of his hair. He didn’t try to regulate the depth, about which Goten was glad.
Nonetheless, at some point, when Reyn was nearing his climax, he had to restrain the flight officer’s hips as he started forcefully pushing into his mouth, choking him. From that point on, it didn’t take long for the older man to come. He pulled Goten’s head away and aside as his orgasm rushed over him.
Goten kept on stroking him to prolong his pleasure, just as Reyn had done for him. Once the flight officer’s shoulders relaxed and he opened his eyes, Goten gave him a questioning look, inquiring for the assessment of his hard work. Laughing softly at his eagerness, Reyn wrapped his fingers around the back of Goten’s neck and maneuvered him up to his feet. He drew his head close for a kiss. The younger male faltered and turned his head aside. Reyn, however, forced it back and kissed him fully on the mouth, surprising Goten by not being revolted at all. It was a form of thanks and a reward and Goten accepted it.
They broke the kiss when Reyn noticed goosebumps on Goten’s legs from the cold water on the bottom of the shower stall. He also took note of the younger man’s reddish knees. Reyn maneuvered them closer to the shower head and turned on the water. When Goten yelped and pushed them from under the fountain of ice-cold water, he realized that his thinking capacity had been reduced to a three-year-old’s. His brain seemed to turn into mush when with Goten. Alarming.
Chuckling, Reyn pressed his lips to Goten’s temple. “Sorry.”
Gradually, the spray turned warm and Reyn maneuvered them back under the shower. Goten warmed up quickly, and Reyn reached for the sponges in the container against the wall. He grimaced at the slimy feel and groped around. He retrieved the universal washing liquid. The sides of the plastic bottle were smeared with colorless texture. Goten stared at the bottle. So this was what Reyn had used for lubricant.
“Oh, fucking hell,” Reyn said remembering that he had put his scouter in there. He shoved the bottle into Goten’s hands and groped around in the container. Quietly, he retrieved the dripping scouter out of the container. “I fucked it up,” he said, staring at it morosely. It was blinking haphazardly, showing bizarre hieroglyphs and signs.
“How much does it cost?” Goten asked immediately, alarm clear in his voice.
The flight officer looked at him strangely. It was not the first time that he had noticed that money seemed to be Goten’s sore spot. “I have no idea,” Reyn said. He tossed the useless scouter further into the shower room and onto the floor. He had been in such a hurry to lay his hands on Goten that hadn’t capped the bottle properly and it had fallen over and spilled. Served him right.
Reyn retrieved the sponges, then took a look at their uniforms. Goten’s was fine as it had been on the very bottom of the container, but his own had random circular blotches of wetness. He hung both of their uniforms on the corner of the shower stall wall. Goten gave the wall a mistrustful look – it was probably all wet.
They had intended to wash themselves quickly, but the shower had turned into a prolonged massage session. Reyn had ended up washing not only himself but Goten as well. By the time he had finished rubbing Goten dry with his towel, both of them were aroused again. It was obvious that Goten was positively interested in taking the activities further, but Reyn was planning for more than that.
“Tonight, in your cabin,” Reyn promised Goten when the younger male started drying him with the towel. Goten was bent on returning the favor as good as he had gotten it. Goten looked a bit disappointed when the flight officer took the towel from him and continued drying himself on his own.
“Shall I talk to Edesha, then?” Goten asked.
“Nah, I will do it – I intended to have a talk with him anyway.”
It became apparent to Goten that Reyn had a pretty clear idea who had left those teeth marks on his collarbone. “Um,” he hummed, being not capable of saying anything more.
Edesha sat up straighter in his chair. He could bet he knew what kind of business it was; he had been careless. “Yes?”
Reyn’s index fingers pointed at his collarbone where they drew a circle. “This. Are you trying to mark him?”
Edesha cursed inwardly. Reyn had misunderstood. Well, not quite. It was pointless to deny, though. The soldier shook his head. “No, I’m not. It was just an accident.”
Reyn was giving him a sharp look. “I thought we had an understanding?”
“Oh, we still do: I understand that you want him, and you understand that I want him, too.”
The flight officer’s eyebrows rose a fraction. Edesha was openly challenging him. “He’s mine.”
Edesha chuckled. He shook his head. “He isn’t yours. As far as I know, he isn’t anyone’s.”
“I’m working on that.”
“I’m working on that, too.”
Reyn gave his friend a grim smile. Edesha returned it. He was too stunned to move when Reyn’s hand suddenly shot out to grab him by the front of his shirt. His body left the chair almost by itself, his back suddenly hitting the wall painfully, Reyn’s forearm pressing against his neck to keep him in place. His feet dangling a few centimeters above the floor, he stared at Reyn. He had made it seem so simple and easy, holding him in place effortlessly.
“Then I suggest you stop working on that,” Reyn warned him.
Reyn wasn’t pissed off, he was just making a point. They stared at each other for some time, then Edesha nodded. He had already decided to leave Goten alone beforehand. He had simply been interested in what Reyn’s reaction to a rival would be. He had never seen Reyn going after someone. It appeared that he was incredibly assertive. Edesha had no doubt that, if he continued to court Goten, Reyn would openly challenge him to a fight for the younger male. And the duel would end up with more than a few broken bones; Reyn had a nasty streak once crossed.
“You don’t need to worry,” Edesha said after the flight officer had let go of him. He rubbed his bruised throat. “I was drunk.”
“That’s not a valid excuse. Next time I see you attempt something, I’ll beat the crap out of you.”
“What about him? What if it’s him who attempts something? Will you beat the crap out of him, too?”
“What the hell are you implying here? I’ve never been violent with my partners. And even if I were, beating Goten would never work; he would fight back.”
“Yeah, fight back and then leave you in a blink.” Edesha shrugged. He flopped back onto his chair. “Well, you have my promise.” He gave Reyn a look. “Actually, he’s already devoted to you.”
Reyn sat down on Edesha’s bed. “He’s just using me as an excuse.”
“Hmm? Why are you so sure?”
The flight officer looked over at Goten’s unmade bed; Edesha’s scruffiness was rubbing off on the third-class, it seemed. “I just am.”
“He’s been incredibly turned on lately, agitated even. He’s practically reeking of it,” Edesha pointed out casually. “Even the spar with…”
“Yes, I’ve noticed.”
Reyn considered what he should say in answer to Edesha’s questioning look. In short, Edesha was asking why Goten had suddenly become so sexually oriented. Reyn was reluctant to share his discoveries since he felt possessive of Goten. On the other hand, he didn’t think there was any harm in it.
“He’s a virgin.”
For a moment, Edesha was astonished. “Seriously? How old is he, again?”
“Yeah, seriously. And he’s quite self-conscious about it.”
“Huh. Why? Is there something wrong with him?”
“No, I don’t think so. He seems perfectly normal to me. It’s just that he’s a late bloomer. He’s probably been ridiculed about it, too. You know how schools are.”
“Huh. You don’t say…” Then a large grin stretched over Edesha’s face. “So now he’s discovered the pleasures of the flesh. And he’s hooked.”
“You could say that.”
“I see. That makes sense now. And I was already thinking he’d overdosed on something.”
“Anyway, I would be grateful to you for all eternity if you could just disappear from this cabin for tonight.”
Edesha grinned at him. “Well, that’s just downright insulting.”
“Yeah. Just go to my cabin or something. Just make sure not to scare the Human kid.”
“So in addition to being tossed out of my cabin, I am also to be a nanny? Reyn, man, you will owe me a month’s pay.”
“A day’s.”
“Deal.”
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 - (Kandar)
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 42
Goten was singing an old war song. His jarring voice was making Edesha’s ears bleed. Any other time, the warrior would have told him to shut up, but now, while the two were staggering down the seemingly endless hall to their cabin, he joined in. Their loud voices filled the corridor, flowing into every nook and cranny tempting the residents of Starcut to leave their warm bunks and punch them both out.
It was half past one in the morning and the two of them were returning from Adriel’s party. The arms they had around each other’s shoulders were for balance, rather than an expression of their undying friendship. The roommates kept howling in song until they reached their cabin. Then both of their minds became preoccupied with the need to remember the key code. Goten gave up first and started fumbling through his pockets. He retrieved the card and drew it over the slot, opening the door.
Edesha was almost a whole head taller than Goten and it was him who nearly dragged the third-class into their cabin. The younger male stumbled, fell, and both of them rolled over the floor.
“Eowchfuck!” Edesha growled when his healing arm scraped against the floor.
Goten cursed when his head banged against the computer tower under the desk. He blinked his eyes at the metallic box. There was a tiny black switch on its side. Goten reached out and flipped it. Nothing happened.
“You okay?” Edesha asked, trying to crawl backwards from under the table. “Fuck!” he howled when he tried to stand up too early and knocked his head against the desktop. He dropped back onto Goten, his chin hitting the younger male’s chest.
Goten patted his head soothingly. Edesha grumbled in response. He lifted himself up with his good hand. The warmth wafting from the body underneath him made him falter. It took a few seconds for the third-class to notice the soldier’s heated gaze. He made no attempt to move away, and Edesha shifted sideways, then his hand slid south to cup him through his trousers. The younger male’s body tensed while Edesha’s fingers stroked him through the fabric.
Goten wasn’t resisting, and Edesha leaned in to press their mouths together. Their tongues met in a sloppy, drunk dance. When the younger male turned his head aside, breaking the kiss, Edesha’s mouth went to his neck and then deeper under the collar to graze his collarbone.
Goten turned to his side, trying to free himself from Edesha’s massaging hand, and the soldier’s teeth clashed against his collarbone painfully. The third-class gasped, his face contorting in pain.
“S-sorry,” Edesha said. There was a short but bright red line on Goten’s right collarbone. Two tiny droplets of blood had appeared.
“Get off,” the third-class answered.
Edesha’s eyes met the younger male’s. “You sure?” he asked seductively.
The heated, half-drunk expression on Goten’s face wasn’t convincing. Edesha was certain that the younger male wouldn’t mind some fun, but he was insistently pushing at his chest, trying to free himself. Edesha held him down bodily. He wanted Goten, and the need to have him hadn’t lessened a bit since he had first tried to court him.
“I don’t think Reyn will like this,” Goten warned him. In reality, he had no idea how Reyn would react to him sleeping around and, at the moment, testing the waters didn’t interest him at all. He was reluctant to use force, however, and hoped to talk Edesha into letting him go.
The mentioning of the other man’s name sobered Edesha up. It piqued his possessiveness, but it also made him reluctant and uncertain – Reyn was his friend, and a much more powerful man to boot. It didn’t pay to cross him. It would certainly be satisfying to have Goten, though.
Goten grunted when Edesha rolled off him. Wordlessly, the soldier clambered backwards from under the table, went to his bed, kicked his boots off, and lay down. The third-class went to his own bed, undressed, and was out in a minute.
ooOoOoOoo
It was breakfast time when Goten woke up with a splitting headache and a dry mouth. Edesha’s bed was already empty; he was probably eating. The thought of food made the third-class gag and he decided to skip his breakfast. He found a bottle of water he kept in his cupboard, drank nearly all of it, then lay back down again.He slumbered until it was time to go and watch over the patients in the medical room. There he spent his time playing cards and nursing his hangover. He had expected Reyn to pay him a visit, but the man hadn’t come. He was probably still sleeping after doing his nightly check up. The Human kid had been a nuisance too – it appeared that he had gone to sleep and then woke up from a nightmare to see that it was dark and that the cabin was empty. He’d had a panic attack. He had been so panicky that he forgot how he had been taught to open the door and call for the lights. He flounced about in the darkness, trashing the cabin and earning a handful of sizable bruises, until a passerby heard his shouts and found one of the crew to let him out. Seeing other people calmed him down a bit, but he was still crying and shaking when he and Reyn appeared.
Yawning, Goten shuffled the cards; he had lost this round. He still owed Reyn a blowjob. It was a debt he was looking forward to repaying. These past few days he had been thinking about sex and its variations nonstop. He felt he was being too obsessive about it, but he also believed that it was only natural since he was fresh to everything Reyn showed to him. He had also started seeing the other men in the crew as sexual targets. Except that, obviously, they couldn’t be his sexual targets since everyone, apart from Reyn, was second-class. He was a little bit confused by all of this.
Goten started dealing. Tom had fallen asleep again, and the third-class decided to leave him be. Now it was him, Andrew, and Daniel playing. Tom’s health was getting better. The doctor said that there was no danger to his life anymore. Most of the wires had been removed from him, and his bed as well. The unconscious Nondren’s brains were slowly deteriorating. His pal, however, was recovering quickly, and yesterday he had been awarded with ki-cuffs. Goten felt more at ease now as he wasn’t required to watch over him so strictly anymore.
Daniel’s broken leg was healing successfully and he was bubbly and in high spirits, as usual. He mostly talked about that wonderful girlfriend of his he had on Earth and how he was missing her. He talked about how he was going to marry her and have a bunch of beautiful kids. Goten was getting annoyed by the incessant blabbering. But it was only because he was quite pessimistic about all of this happening in the near future. He also suspected that the idea of marriage and settling down had struck Daniel only after he had miraculously survived the ordeal with the pirates. It was more likely that, since he had been away for almost five months and probably hadn’t expressed any intention of tying the knot with her before, Daniel’s woman had already found someone else, someone she considered more reliable. Goten said nothing of his doubts to Daniel, though. Those were only his thoughts, after all. It could happen that, in spite of everything, she would gladly accept his proposal.
Andrew had been released from the medical bay two days ago, actually told to get out as soon as his arm started getting better, but had returned yesterday in the morning with a higher than normal temperature. He also said he rather liked the company.
“You suck today,” Andrew told Goten after they had played for about an hour.
“Yes, I suck today,” Goten agreed. “With a bit of luck,” he added, reaching out for the near-empty bottle he had brought with him to the medical room. Andrew gave him a confused look, and Goten gave him a hearty smile in return. It didn’t seem that the translator managed to objectively interpret what he’d said. That was just as well. Goten drained the bottle till the last drop. He was starting to feel hungry and hoped that soon either Tamahi or Yereli would come and he would be able to go to the canteen for lunch.
Goten lost again. He now owed Andrew ten and Daniel five credits. He was going to go bankrupt at this rate. He was indebted to practically everyone on Starcut since he couldn’t cash his credit card. He was saved from any further losses by Tamahi, who took over watching the patients.
The third-class came to the canteen late, when almost everyone else had already eaten. He had his meal and was then employed as a dishwasher. He wished they would finally acquire a mechanical one. Once, he had asked the head cook about it, and it appeared that they’d had a few in the past. One, when the ship had been maneuvering, fell over and tore all the pipes out of the wall, flooding the kitchen and other compartments. The new dishwasher choked when it was overfilled with washing powder. The maintenance technicians had cleaned it out, but then they didn’t secure it to the floor properly and it fell over just like the previous one. The crew thought it looked strange to fill in requests for dishwashers so often, and so they didn’t.
Five Humans were helping to wash the dishes and clean fish for dinner. They offered their help frequently and the head cook never refused. Goten had also heard that there were women who washed clothes for the wounded. The captain, obviously, encouraged that.
The usual Human couple was helping clean the fish. Goten had talked to them a few times and knew that they had recently married and had been returning from their honeymoon. They were happy to have both survived the ordeal and it showed: instead of moaning and mourning, they made themselves useful where they could. Goten believed that it was partly guilt for how happy they were to still have each other. In any case, he liked them.
It took one hour for all of them to ready everything for dinner. Reyn didn’t appear in the kitchen and, bored, Goten went to the training room. He found Edesha there, doing one-handed push-ups. They met each other’s eyes awkwardly. The backup captain was also there, going through a complicated range of exercises.
Edesha stopped his push-ups and sat up. He opened his mouth, but his brain couldn’t agree on what he wanted to say, thus he closed it again. He watched Goten warming up.
“Want to spar?” the backup captain asked Goten.
Goten gave him an interested look. Goten’s usual sparring partner was Reyn, as nobody else ever volunteered and he didn’t ask them. He’d had one spar with Jadenas, but it had been a waste of time. Goten suspected that the quick outcome of his fight with Jadenas was one of the reasons nobody approached him. He and Reyn were on a different level. He had noticed, though, that Reyn did spar with his crewmates. Whether it was to amuse himself or them, Goten didn’t know.
Goten hadn’t interacted much with the backup captain. Actually, they had hardly spoken. The third-class suddenly realized that he didn’t even know the man’s name.
“Umm…” Goten said doubtfully. “Okay, sir.”
“No ki.”
“Alright, sir,” Goten agreed, taking his fighting stance.
Edesha chuckled when three seconds later the backup captain whooshed past him and hit the wall. Kandar was good at fighting, but this was going to go as it always went while sparring against Goten or Reyn. The older man had already known that before suggesting it to Goten. He must have wanted to see the difference for himself.
“Are you okay, sir?”
“Oh, gods,” the older man shook his head in disbelief while getting to his feet, “this pup’s piss really asked me if I’m okay…”
Edesha rolled his eyes. “Yeah, he does that. Frustrating to no end.”
“Well, I can shout for you to die faster. Would you prefer that, sir?”
“You’re one cheeky bastard, aren’t you?”
Goten gave the backup captain a morose look. What the hell did people want from him? He was doing his best to be cautious. Goten watched the older man advancing. Whatever. If he wanted to be beaten up, then he was going to be beaten up.
“That’s more like it,” Kandar said when the look on Goten’s face hardened. “Respect your opponents, you shitpiss.”
“Insults don’t really work on me, sir.”
“Really? A pity, that.”
“Liar.”
Goten turned his head to see Reyn leaning against the wall, his forearms crossed. The flight officer grinned at him. When did he enter?
Goten rolled his eyes. Surely Reyn understood that he couldn’t fight the backup captain seriously. There was just no point – the man was too slow, like all second-classes.
He and the backup captain faced each other again. Goten blocked the man’s blow and, stepping to the left, punched the man in the side. The backup captain grabbed at his side and dropped to one knee with a loud curse. The next thing Goten knew, he was suddenly being swept off his feet. He caught himself on his hands and instantly rolled away from the other man so as to avoid a headlock. Whisking aside, he stood up, but the backup captain wasn’t going after him. He was just rubbing at his side, watching him.
“I told you not to get too cocky,” Reyn said, amused.
“I am not,” Goten protested. But he probably had been. Goten frowned at the thought. He heard Reyn laugh at his reaction.
The backup captain was first to come at him again. The third-class defended himself easily from the flurry of his attacks. He mostly avoided them by leaning away or shifting aside. It lasted for about fifteen seconds before he grabbed the older man’s hand, tugged him onward, and rammed his knee in the man’s stomach. The backup captain gasped and choked, bending forward. But before Goten could retreat, Kandar suddenly leaned away, and gaining momentum, rammed his head into the third-class’s stomach. Goten had sensed what he intended to do and tried to move backwards while lowering his arm to protect his midsection. It did the trick, but the older male’s weight forced him to the ground.
They rolled over a few times, grappling, then Goten lost his hold on his opponent and yelped in pain as his right hand was trussed up behind his back. He had never been very good at wrestling and it was obvious that the other man was much more skilled than him. And then Goten figured out what was unusual about the backup captain – the man was incredibly good at tolerating pain. However, the knowledge had come too late.
“One more round?”
Goten shook his head in refusal. “Maybe another time.”
The backup captain offered, but it was obvious that Goten didn’t care much for a rematch. He had lost and that was it. Indeed, just as Edesha had said, their youngest crewman wasn’t very competitive. It was good, for Reyn knew that there was a great possibility that otherwise they would have already killed each other. Now, they could coexist, and, what more, it was a pleasant coexistence.
The flight officer suddenly became aware that it was still strangely silent in the hall, neither Goten nor Kandar talking. Then he took note of Goten’s red face.
“You liked that, huh?” the backup captain smirked, laughing. He twisted Goten’s forearm more firmly, grinding him harder against the floor.
“I didn’t,” Goten grunted, his face reflecting mortification. “Sir?” he added unsteadily when the backup captain showed no intention of letting him go. The third-class was aware of everyone’s eyes on him and, to his horror, it as much excited him as terrified him. He had been thinking about sex so much lately that he was unconditionally reacting to the older male’s proximity. He would probably get hard if someone punched him also.
“It seems you’re lying to me,” the backup captain chuckled. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Reyn was about to step in, so he let go of Goten’s arm and moved away. The flight officer gave him a dark look but said nothing.
Goten sat up. He was embarrassed but there was also anger in his eyes. The other man was only teasing him, and the third-class understood that, but it irked him anyway. The whole situation was irritating.
When Edesha and the backup captain left, Reyn turned his attention back to Goten. “Stop sulking, you idiot. Next time you just plant him face-first into the wall and that will take care of it.”
The younger male gave him a grim look. “I just tried. Didn’t work.”
Reyn sighed. “Do you want to have a spar with me to get that sour taste of defeat out of your mouth?” he suggested.
Goten’s treacherous mind immediately threw up a few panoramas where Reyn was giving him a blowjob. It was not what Reyn was offering, though. Still, it didn’t stop him from imagining Reyn keeping him in a headlock or pinning him down to the ground while their bodies were rubbing against each other insistently. Goten’s softening cock gave a few defiant twitches, making the third-class curse inwardly. Goten looked back at Reyn and, from the wide grin on the flight officer’s face, it was obvious he knew what kind of thoughts were whirling in the younger male’s mind.
“I’d rather you joined me in the showers instead,” Goten suggested quite shamelessly, surprising himself. It was only too obvious that he was dying for it.
Reyn didn’t think twice before accepting the invitation. “Sure.” His eyes traveled to Goten’s tented crotch. “I should go on missions more often, it seems.”
“Don’t be an asshole.”
The older male chuckled. “Can’t you just humor me?”
“I think you are pretty capable of that on your own.”
Reyn left it at that, watching Goten getting up off the floor. The younger male was embarrassed.
“Stop staring.”
“I think you like it when I do.”
“I don’t,” Goten denied, but without much conviction.
“Do you want me to walk in front of you?” Reyn asked, indicating to Goten’s crotch with his eyes.
“Yeah, that would be a big help.”
The best way out was simply to jerk off now, in the training room. However, Reyn showed no intention of helping him out; he was obviously more interested in the prospective action in the showers. And Goten was simply too shy to initiate anything on his own.
With Reyn walking in front of him, Goten went to his cabin, where he took a towel and a change of clothes. He had expected his arousal to subside by the time he found all he needed, but the anticipation kept him at half-mast. Despite that, he refused to allow Reyn to escort him further since now he could use clothes to cover his state and avoid upsetting elderly Human women on board. It was a mystery to Goten and most of the other crewmembers why they found naked or half-naked Saiyan bodies so offensive. As far as he had seen, there were no big differences between Human and Saiyan bodies except the tails. Was that it? The tail?
Goten’s tail made a few lazy twirls behind him while he pondered on that. Or were they afraid to be devoured? The third-class sniggered. It was true that all of them were deprived of females, but Saiyans didn’t particularly care for Human women. They would surely do willing ones, but pursuing or/and raping one hardly ever happened.
Then he wondered whether consensual copulation with a Human female could ever be rewarding. He wasn’t knowledgeable, but a Saiyan male would always have to hold back, wouldn’t he? Otherwise, the female might end up badly bruised or with a few broken ribs. His thoughts went to the prince and his mother, then to the prince’s father, probably one of the strongest men in the universe. How the hell did they do it?
And why the hell was he thinking about it?
There was also the fact to consider that Saiyan females never went for Human males. He had neither seen nor heard such a thing. It was not only their choice. Goten was pretty certain that any Human male who dared touch a Saiyan female would be silently disposed of. There was a shortage of Saiyan women, but it was more than that. It was male ego. In fact, Goten was sure that if a Human male flirted with a Saiyan female in front of him, he would probably try to usurp the female, even if he wasn’t interested in her. He wouldn’t go so far as to beat him up, but he would try to make the Human leave.
Human males, though, didn’t particularly care about their women. If a Saiyan liked one, with her consent, he could freely take her. Or if their female liked a Saiyan male, she was free to pursue him. And there were a few females on Starcut who seemed to be enjoying the company of Saiyan males. Goten was certain that they didn’t mind him or the other crewmen walking around half-dressed; they would probably even prefer them to walk around naked. From time to time, he would catch them gazing at him and his friends longingly. Indeed, Goten was of opinion that, in comparison to their usually scrawny males, tall and sinewy Saiyan bodies boasted a much better view.
When Goten reached the showers, Reyn still wasn’t there. Goten thought about waiting for him, but then decided - against all odds - that he would be less self-conscious if he didn’t need to take his clothes off under Reyn’s watchful eyes. So he chose the farthest stall in the room, undressed quickly, and got under the spray.
There were three more people in the showers and the running water drowned out all sounds. Goten sensed, rather than heard, someone’s presence near him, but still gasped and jolted when his back was touched.
“Don’t do that,” he admonished Reyn, who was now grinning at his skittishness. The third-class blinked and wiped at his eyes to get the water and shampoo out of them. “Damn,” he grunted when the shampoo started stinging his eyes. He scooped up water from the flowing stream to cleanse them.
“My bad.” Reyn’s gaze slid over Goten’s bare shoulders, then darted to his crotch and rose up again. “You don’t waste time, do you?” he said, staring at Goten thoughtfully.
The other third-class shrugged. He turned away from Reyn to continue washing the shampoo out of his hair. The flight officer took off his scouter and put it together with Goten’s belongings in the container on the shower wall. He undressed and arranged his boots next to the younger man’s.
Goten tensed when two strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind. It wasn’t unexpected, in fact, it was welcomed, but he wasn’t used to that kind of closeness. Goten’s back leaned into the flight officer’s chest obediently when he was tugged from under the shower spray and into his body. He was getting hard again.
“Let’s get your ‘shower fantasy’ fulfilled,” Reyn said softly into Goten’s ear, making the other male blush furiously. “So how do you imagine doing that boy? Or is it him who does you?”
So he hadn’t forgotten the young man in the porn magazine with bent and tattered pages… Goten’s blush became so deep that his face was now the color of a boiled crayfish.
“Well?” Reyn inquired, bending his head to press his lips to Goten’s wet shoulder. He pushed the younger male deeper under the shower.
“I do him,” Goten admitted with a slight stutter. He reached out for the knob to lessen the water cascade so that now its warm flow reached only his stomach.
“Is that so?” the other third-class drawled ponderously.
Goten said nothing, but Reyn hadn’t expected him to answer. His body was tingling with anticipation while Goten’s was taut with bewildered eagerness. Goten’s skin was damp but, even if diluted, the smell of the younger male’s arousal was clear in the air. It was most inviting.
“Say, Goten,” Reyn asked, his hands slowly running up and down the other third-class’s sides. “Wh-” He fell silent while his right palm glided over Goten’s solar plexus. Then he turned the younger male around to face him. They were almost the same height and build, which made it convenient for them to kiss. Believing that this was what Reyn wanted, Goten leaned in. The older male, though, moved his head aside. Absently, his index finger traced Goten’s collarbone. He had intended to keep quiet about it, but it was bothering him too much.
“What’s that?”
Goten lowered his head, trying to see what Reyn was pointing at. He couldn’t. But he didn’t need to as his memory suddenly supplied him with the answer to what the older male was indicating. He felt the flight officer’s fingertips circle the bruise Edesha had left.
“Must be from the spar with the backup captain.”
The expression on Reyn’s face didn’t change, but something shifted in his eyes, and Goten knew that he didn’t believe a word of what he had said.
“Is that so?” he muttered, his hands sliding over Goten’s back and to his shoulder blades. His kneading fingers were making the sheen of dampness on Goten's skin concentrate into droplets and run down the other male’s back.
Even though Reyn tried to keep his face neutral, Goten could see that he was displeased – anger was simmering behind those dark eyes. And Goten couldn’t help feeling a sudden surge of delight washing over him.
Reyn’s eyebrows rose at the reaction. Slowly, he massaged the back of Goten’s neck. Then the flight officer used his fingers to tug at the younger male’s hair to raise his head. He looked at the other male’s flushed face. He noted how his wet hair was plastered to his head; Goten looked awfully young.
“You like it when I’m jealous?”
“Yes,” Goten admitted softly.
Reyn examined his face to make sure the other third-class wasn’t joking. “That’s good because I have a quite livid jealousy streak,” he admitted.
“That’s good.”
But was it? Goten talked shit, and he knew that, but with Reyn’s naked body pressed to him, he wasn’t interested in serious conversations; he had made his choice and wanted to finally get laid.
“Don’t let it bother you,” Goten said dismissively. “It was just a drunk moose.”
The corners of the flight officer’s lips quirked up. His finger traced the mark again. “With very sharp teeth,” he noted.
Goten opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he concentrated on something behind Reyn’s shoulder. Reyn turned his head to follow his gaze. A middle-aged Human male was staring at them, at Goten mostly, for he had previously been able to see only Reyn’s naked back. There was disdain on his face.
“Piss off, you scum!” Reyn growled.
The Human didn’t understand the words, but he retreated quickly at the clear threat in the flight officer’s voice. Surprised, Goten stared at the place the man had been a second ago. Reyn snorted in disgust.
“Umm… What was that about?”
Reyn snorted again. Goten didn’t seem to know, but many Human males had negative reactions to couples of the same sex. Saiyans could understand the distaste, but didn’t understand why it should bother the Humans so much. Nevertheless, it did, and there had been a few cases when a Saiyan male couple was ganged up upon. It was rare and usually done under the influence of alcohol or drugs since, often, it resulted in Humans being splattered around.
“Must be a new potential boyfriend of yours.”
Goten’s eyebrows rose in question, but Reyn wasn’t in the mood for explaining anything. Goten thought he would ask him later. Now he, just as Reyn, was much more interested in advancing towards the prospective sex. He turned around to shut the water off completely, then faced the other male again. He leaned forward and Reyn met him halfway, capturing his lips. The flight officer’s hands settled on the small of Goten’s back while Goten’s slid to wrap around the older man’s neck and shoulders. Goten got bold quickly, his tongue joining Reyn’s in action, making Reyn wonder if this was how Goten imagined kissing the boy from the magazine; he couldn’t believe he was getting jealous of a photo.
Sometime during the kiss Goten had started rubbing himself against Reyn. He wasn’t even aware of it as his thoughts were mostly occupied by the other third-class tongue fucking his mouth. One of Reyn’s hands had also left the small of Goten’s back and now was kneading a handful of his ass. He loved this too.
Reyn’s mouth left Goten’s lips to graze his shoulder. Reclining his head, Goten sighed contently. Reyn elicited a few more approving grunts from Goten, then raised his head to give a contemplative look to the teeth mark on Goten’s collarbone.
“Eowch!” Goten grunted when Reyn sucked at the side of his throat quite forcefully. Leaning away from the flight officer, he rubbed at his neck to soothe the bruised skin. “What are you doing?”
“Making a point.”
“Ma-? Oh. Alright.”
Reyn chuckled, amused by Goten’s meek reaction. It was obvious that he felt guilty. Good.
“So what comes after this?” Reyn asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His other hand slid to Goten’s backside to join the first and he squeezed firmly, mashing their lower bodies together, making the younger male gasp.
“U-usually,” Goten breathed out. “Usually, at about this time, I plaster him into the wall and fuck the shit out of him.”
“Hmm…” Reyn couldn’t help himself, leaning in to steal one more kiss from Goten. “That might appear a little bit complicated, considering the circumstances,” he said once their mouths parted again.
“What circumstances?”
The circumstances of me wanting to fuck you into oblivion, Reyn thought. He said nothing, though, instead continuing to caress the younger male’s body. Goten’s skin was almost dry already, his hair not so damp anymore either. Reyn pulled a little away, leaving enough space between them so he could graze on Goten’s chest. He felt the younger third-class tense up, but he wasn’t interested in the bite mark anymore. He held Goten by his sides to steady him when he wrapped his lips around his nipple. He sucked on it lightly. It soon hardened, but nothing else happened at first, Goten not showing any reaction. Then, after a few moments of teasing it with his tongue and teeth, he felt the younger male’s forehead fall to rest against his shoulder. Goten’s soft moan right at his ear went straight to his groin. Reyn’s left hand reached out for the other nipple.
“Mmnn…” Goten moaned breathless, forgetting that there were other people in the showers. Reyn wanted to remind him, but the moan had been quiet and the running water would drown out the sounds. Besides, he rather hoped the younger male would moan more.
Goten was rubbing himself against Reyn while the man was tweaking his right nipple between his fingers. He gasped again when Reyn let go of it and rolled it under his palm. His breathing was becoming shallower. He was aware that Reyn was no less aroused, the man’s heavy erection pressing against his.
It took time for the flight officer to notice that, while he had carelessly been playing with the other man’s nipples, Goten had pushed him against the wall. The younger male had probably done it unconsciously, but now was holding him pressed to the wall, rubbing against him, gauging his reaction from under half-lidded eyes. Overtaken by a sudden impulse, Reyn grabbed him by the back of his head and smashed their lips together. Goten could feel the older male grinning against his mouth, but didn’t know what it was about and, at the moment, wasn’t too much interested. Reyn was caressing his back, his own hips now undulating against Goten’s.
All of it felt incredibly good and Goten wasn’t aware that the hand that had previously been groping his backside had returned and was now dangerously close to the crack. Goten’s eyes shot open, widening at the feel of something slick sliding into his ass. He grunted in discomfort, but the finger didn’t even falter and slipped all the way in. So this was what the bastard had been grinning about.
“Don’t tense up like that,” Reyn whispered into Goten’s ear, biting on his earlobe. He withdrew his finger from the younger male almost completely, then pushed it back in. Goten grunted again. Reyn paid him no attention, withdrew his digit, added one more, and thrust them back in.
“It feels strange, doesn’t it?” Reyn asked, his left arm wrapping around Goten’s shoulders and back more firmly, to keep Goten in place when the younger male tried to shift away from him. He scissored his fingers inside the other man. He pushed his digits upwards and, in response, Goten’s body rose upwards as well, now standing on tiptoes. Reyn had expected that and simply changed their positions: he pushed Goten away from himself, turned him around, planted his palm on the younger male’s back, bent him forward, and set his left foot in front of Goten’s so as to prevent him from flattening himself against the shower wall. He moved Goten’s tail out of his way and pushed his fingers back into the man.
Certainly, Goten could have protested the handling or fought him, but he did neither. He had seen it being done to others plenty of times. He was still uncertain but, even if it didn’t feel pleasant, it didn’t hurt either. Reyn’s fingers pushed in and out of him in an irregular pattern, then they touched his prostate, spreading warmth inside him.
“Found it,” Reyn stated while following Goten’s reactions.
Goten’s nod was hardly discernible.
It had started to feel good now, every rub and touch inside him making the warmth swell throughout his body and concentrate in his cock. Soon, he could only think about those fingers pushing in and out of him. In only a few minutes, Reyn had him rocking up and down on them.
It was obvious to the flight officer that Goten was going to come soon – earlier, he had planted his palms on the shower wall in front of him in order to support himself, and now his back was arched. His head was turned to the side while he was stifling his occasional moans. Goten reached down for his heavy cock, but Reyn brushed his hand aside, taking on the task himself.
“Umhn!” Goten gasped when Reyn’s fingers wrapped around him.
It took enormous self-control on Reyn’s part not to spear Goten onto his cock right then and there. He would have tried, in fact, if he had been certain of the younger male’s reaction. As it was now, his fingers pistoned in and out of Goten’s ass, his fist pumping him in the front.
Goten came with a soft grunt. His eyelids quivered while his back straightened. Pearly drops shot past the flight officer’s fingers and spattered the shower wall in short intervals. Reyn continued to stroke him to prolong his orgasm.
“Mnnn,” Goten hummed, turning around when he was able to think again. He leaned against the wall. Reyn, aware that by doing so Goten had smeared his seed all over his backside and sides, tugged him off it. The satisfied, dreamy look on Goten’s face made him look even younger than he was. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were puffy from the earlier kisses. He wrapped his arms around Reyn’s shoulders and drew him close for yet another sloppy kiss.
Reyn quickly broke the kiss and pushed himself away from the younger male. He forced a laugh. “So I gather you liked that?”
Goten gave him a content grin and nodded. “Uh-huh.” It took him a few moments to figure out why Reyn had moved away from him. The throbbing length pressed against Reyn’s stomach had to be most uncomfortable, as his had just been.
“I think I owe you a blowjob,” Goten said a little uncertain.
“I’d be most grateful if you returned your debt right now.”
“Sure.”
Goten maneuvered them so that now the flight officer was the one leaning against the same wall he had come against a minute ago, then squatted down in front of him. He ran his hands down Reyn’s thighs, feeling the skin's texture and the muscle underneath. Holding onto the older man’s hips, he concentrated on the jutting length.
Reyn saw Goten’s tongue sneak out to touch the hot skin at its base. The lick was tentative, just as it had been the first time. Reyn watched him curiously, the other male’s indecision fueling his arousal even more. If one didn’t count the previous attempt at a blowjob, it was painfully obvious that Goten was doing this for the first time. Reyn could see that Goten was a tad troubled by his engorged erection.
“You don’t have to do it,” the flight officer said, even though he would have liked nothing better than to shove Goten’s head forward and fuck his mouth until he came.
“I want to,” Goten said with defiance in his voice. He still seemed reluctant, but then, with resolution, he bent his head and his swollen lips wrapped around the leaking head. He closed his eyes so as not to stare at the other man’s pubic hair and tried sucking. Soon he took more of the length into his mouth. Reyn rewarded his efforts by playfully ruffling his hair and stroking his scalp.
It took Goten about a minute to figure out what Reyn enjoyed most. It appeared that it was practically the same what he had enjoyed when the older male had done it to him. He just had to bob his head up and down, keep it wet and slippery, and not forget to use his free hand to both stimulate the part of the erection his mouth couldn’t reach and gently rub the balls.
It wasn’t easy, to do all that at once and, at the same time, avoid scraping the tender skin with his teeth. Reyn also liked watching him, too. Goten kept blushing when their eyes met and either closed them or tried to look away.
The musk was strong, even stronger than he had expected, but soon Goten found out that, instead of being repulsed by it, he was excited. Combined with the lingering smell of his own come, it was making a strange but very arousing blend. He moved his head back and forth while Reyn kept a hold of his hair. He didn’t try to regulate the depth, about which Goten was glad.
Nonetheless, at some point, when Reyn was nearing his climax, he had to restrain the flight officer’s hips as he started forcefully pushing into his mouth, choking him. From that point on, it didn’t take long for the older man to come. He pulled Goten’s head away and aside as his orgasm rushed over him.
Goten kept on stroking him to prolong his pleasure, just as Reyn had done for him. Once the flight officer’s shoulders relaxed and he opened his eyes, Goten gave him a questioning look, inquiring for the assessment of his hard work. Laughing softly at his eagerness, Reyn wrapped his fingers around the back of Goten’s neck and maneuvered him up to his feet. He drew his head close for a kiss. The younger male faltered and turned his head aside. Reyn, however, forced it back and kissed him fully on the mouth, surprising Goten by not being revolted at all. It was a form of thanks and a reward and Goten accepted it.
They broke the kiss when Reyn noticed goosebumps on Goten’s legs from the cold water on the bottom of the shower stall. He also took note of the younger man’s reddish knees. Reyn maneuvered them closer to the shower head and turned on the water. When Goten yelped and pushed them from under the fountain of ice-cold water, he realized that his thinking capacity had been reduced to a three-year-old’s. His brain seemed to turn into mush when with Goten. Alarming.
Chuckling, Reyn pressed his lips to Goten’s temple. “Sorry.”
Gradually, the spray turned warm and Reyn maneuvered them back under the shower. Goten warmed up quickly, and Reyn reached for the sponges in the container against the wall. He grimaced at the slimy feel and groped around. He retrieved the universal washing liquid. The sides of the plastic bottle were smeared with colorless texture. Goten stared at the bottle. So this was what Reyn had used for lubricant.
“Oh, fucking hell,” Reyn said remembering that he had put his scouter in there. He shoved the bottle into Goten’s hands and groped around in the container. Quietly, he retrieved the dripping scouter out of the container. “I fucked it up,” he said, staring at it morosely. It was blinking haphazardly, showing bizarre hieroglyphs and signs.
“How much does it cost?” Goten asked immediately, alarm clear in his voice.
The flight officer looked at him strangely. It was not the first time that he had noticed that money seemed to be Goten’s sore spot. “I have no idea,” Reyn said. He tossed the useless scouter further into the shower room and onto the floor. He had been in such a hurry to lay his hands on Goten that hadn’t capped the bottle properly and it had fallen over and spilled. Served him right.
Reyn retrieved the sponges, then took a look at their uniforms. Goten’s was fine as it had been on the very bottom of the container, but his own had random circular blotches of wetness. He hung both of their uniforms on the corner of the shower stall wall. Goten gave the wall a mistrustful look – it was probably all wet.
They had intended to wash themselves quickly, but the shower had turned into a prolonged massage session. Reyn had ended up washing not only himself but Goten as well. By the time he had finished rubbing Goten dry with his towel, both of them were aroused again. It was obvious that Goten was positively interested in taking the activities further, but Reyn was planning for more than that.
“Tonight, in your cabin,” Reyn promised Goten when the younger male started drying him with the towel. Goten was bent on returning the favor as good as he had gotten it. Goten looked a bit disappointed when the flight officer took the towel from him and continued drying himself on his own.
“Shall I talk to Edesha, then?” Goten asked.
“Nah, I will do it – I intended to have a talk with him anyway.”
It became apparent to Goten that Reyn had a pretty clear idea who had left those teeth marks on his collarbone. “Um,” he hummed, being not capable of saying anything more.
ooOoOoOoo
“I’ve got business with you,” Reyn announced as soon as he entered Goten and Edesha’s cabin.Edesha sat up straighter in his chair. He could bet he knew what kind of business it was; he had been careless. “Yes?”
Reyn’s index fingers pointed at his collarbone where they drew a circle. “This. Are you trying to mark him?”
Edesha cursed inwardly. Reyn had misunderstood. Well, not quite. It was pointless to deny, though. The soldier shook his head. “No, I’m not. It was just an accident.”
Reyn was giving him a sharp look. “I thought we had an understanding?”
“Oh, we still do: I understand that you want him, and you understand that I want him, too.”
The flight officer’s eyebrows rose a fraction. Edesha was openly challenging him. “He’s mine.”
Edesha chuckled. He shook his head. “He isn’t yours. As far as I know, he isn’t anyone’s.”
“I’m working on that.”
“I’m working on that, too.”
Reyn gave his friend a grim smile. Edesha returned it. He was too stunned to move when Reyn’s hand suddenly shot out to grab him by the front of his shirt. His body left the chair almost by itself, his back suddenly hitting the wall painfully, Reyn’s forearm pressing against his neck to keep him in place. His feet dangling a few centimeters above the floor, he stared at Reyn. He had made it seem so simple and easy, holding him in place effortlessly.
“Then I suggest you stop working on that,” Reyn warned him.
Reyn wasn’t pissed off, he was just making a point. They stared at each other for some time, then Edesha nodded. He had already decided to leave Goten alone beforehand. He had simply been interested in what Reyn’s reaction to a rival would be. He had never seen Reyn going after someone. It appeared that he was incredibly assertive. Edesha had no doubt that, if he continued to court Goten, Reyn would openly challenge him to a fight for the younger male. And the duel would end up with more than a few broken bones; Reyn had a nasty streak once crossed.
“You don’t need to worry,” Edesha said after the flight officer had let go of him. He rubbed his bruised throat. “I was drunk.”
“That’s not a valid excuse. Next time I see you attempt something, I’ll beat the crap out of you.”
“What about him? What if it’s him who attempts something? Will you beat the crap out of him, too?”
“What the hell are you implying here? I’ve never been violent with my partners. And even if I were, beating Goten would never work; he would fight back.”
“Yeah, fight back and then leave you in a blink.” Edesha shrugged. He flopped back onto his chair. “Well, you have my promise.” He gave Reyn a look. “Actually, he’s already devoted to you.”
Reyn sat down on Edesha’s bed. “He’s just using me as an excuse.”
“Hmm? Why are you so sure?”
The flight officer looked over at Goten’s unmade bed; Edesha’s scruffiness was rubbing off on the third-class, it seemed. “I just am.”
“He’s been incredibly turned on lately, agitated even. He’s practically reeking of it,” Edesha pointed out casually. “Even the spar with…”
“Yes, I’ve noticed.”
Reyn considered what he should say in answer to Edesha’s questioning look. In short, Edesha was asking why Goten had suddenly become so sexually oriented. Reyn was reluctant to share his discoveries since he felt possessive of Goten. On the other hand, he didn’t think there was any harm in it.
“He’s a virgin.”
For a moment, Edesha was astonished. “Seriously? How old is he, again?”
“Yeah, seriously. And he’s quite self-conscious about it.”
“Huh. Why? Is there something wrong with him?”
“No, I don’t think so. He seems perfectly normal to me. It’s just that he’s a late bloomer. He’s probably been ridiculed about it, too. You know how schools are.”
“Huh. You don’t say…” Then a large grin stretched over Edesha’s face. “So now he’s discovered the pleasures of the flesh. And he’s hooked.”
“You could say that.”
“I see. That makes sense now. And I was already thinking he’d overdosed on something.”
“Anyway, I would be grateful to you for all eternity if you could just disappear from this cabin for tonight.”
Edesha grinned at him. “Well, that’s just downright insulting.”
“Yeah. Just go to my cabin or something. Just make sure not to scare the Human kid.”
“So in addition to being tossed out of my cabin, I am also to be a nanny? Reyn, man, you will owe me a month’s pay.”
“A day’s.”
“Deal.”
TBC
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