Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Barracks ❯ Part 43 ( Chapter 43 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: chayron 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.27.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.6K | Visits: 448 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.27.2012 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.6K | Visits: 448 | 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 43
Adriel was humming softly to himself while inserting the preliminary data of tomorrow’s coordinates into the main terminal. A strange shimmer attracted his attention to the front screen of the captain’s bridge and he raised his head. He leaned forward in his chair when the main screen flickered. The starry view shuddered a few more times, then disappeared altogether, and Adriel was left staring at a blue display with a few icons.
“The hell?” Sildara muttered in shock from the other side of the captain’s bridge.
Alarmed, the officers stared at the main screen where a mouse cursor circled a few icons indecisively, then settled on one named “Knight Fighter”. The loading screen appeared, then a saved game was chosen and loaded.
“What the hell?” Sildara repeated while a longhaired character of the female persuasion was seen running through fields on Starcut’s main screen. Loud music was blasting through the speakers.
“Umm… Someone’s playing a video game,” Monteira drawled, blinking.
“No shit?” Adriel snickered. He turned to the programmer, whose fingers were already flying over the keyboard, inserting instructions, checking. “Rokunda, where’s the signal coming from?”
In a few moments, the programmer pointed at Adriel’s terminal. “Ish yoursh.”
“But I’m not using mine.”
“Ish noush. Chekish againsh.”
“Is this an attack?” the captain asked Rokunda. “Sabotage?”
The programmer shrugged. “Itsh not doingsh anysingsh.”
“A prank, then?” Monteira suggested.
Adriel turned away from Rokunda to watch the female character, dressed in a variation of Saiyan armor, jumping around, shooting a laser gun all over the place. The noise was booming, and the captain walked over to the screen to regulate the sound. The character was so awkwardly controlled that she kept running into the walls and occasionally injured herself with her own ki-blasts.
“Clumsy as hell, but at least nice to look at,” Sildara commented. “What?” he asked when Rokunda gave his terminal a suspicious look. “Mine’s not even on!”
“Mmhmm…” Rokunda hummed, restarting the tracking program for the third time.
“Seriously?” Adriel muttered, incredulous that Rokunda was taking her time in finding the signal source.
It took fifteen minutes for Rokunda to finally jam the intrusive signal and restore the usual view to the screen. Everyone on the captain’s bridge exhaled in relief.
“Okay, I’m conducting an investigation,” Sildara said, standing up.
Adriel rolled his eyes. “Do you believe you’ll find the culprit just by taking a look at their computer screen?”
“No. But I was getting bored anyway.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s a perfectly valid reason.”
“Why don’t you join him, Monteira?” the captain suggested. “You were about to take a nap on Sildara’s desk anyway.”
The gunnery sergeant grunted. “Just great.”
“Yeah, isn’t it?” quipped Adriel.
“Okay, turn this way,” Goten muttered an instruction after having chased the heroine up an extremely high cliff. “Now, off we go!” He nearly squealed in delight, pushing the ‘jump’ button repeatedly. The wobbly boobs filled the screen with all their splendid glory. A loud wet splash followed when she splattered onto the ground. Goten pursed his lips. “And one more time,” he said happily, loading one of the saves.
He finally quit the game forty minutes later, when he was done making her jump off a cliff twice, drown three times, and then – his most recent discovery – visit an in-game brothel. He had been utterly thrilled to watch her have sex with the whores. The gasps and moans were an additional bonus. He made her choose males the first time and then went for a female. Hot.
The third-class circled a few icons, but his interest was on a particular icon on the right, in the very corner of the screen. He still wasn’t certain how he had made the terminal work, but it probably had to do with his newly discovered switch a day or so ago. Now the pointer hovered right above the yellow icon, and Goten felt his pulse speed up. He moved the pointer away and leaned back in his chair, away from temptation. He hummed under his breath, then stood up and went to the wardrobe. He started looking for the cookbook.
The phone number was still there, in the same place he had seen it last. Without really being aware of what he was doing, Goten took it out from between the pages and, absentmindedly, started reading the recipe for “Trout with Carrot and Celery Garnish”. He read up to the seventh line, then caught himself and raised his eyes to the slip of paper he was holding. Then he realized that he didn’t even need it – he already knew the number by heart.
Goten covered the “Trout with Carrot and Celery Garnish” with the paper slip again and closed the cookbook. He returned to the desk and took his place in front of the terminal again. He lowered the book onto the desk and gazed at its cover. The bluish light from the screen illuminating his face gave him an eerie look. He thought that, when Kyon had given him this book, he had never ever imagined the prince getting his hands on it. If he had known, he would probably have burnt it instead if giving it to him.
The third-class flipped the cover open to read through the words there again. It was probably the hundredth time as he was reading them. He had spent over a month on Starcut but, despite his doubts and Reyn’s remarks, the words had never lost their impact on him. He raised his eyes back to the yellow icon on the screen. The more he thought about it, the more stressed he got.
Goten nearly started when a box asking for a phone number whooshed forward on the screen. He didn’t even remember clicking the icon. He blinked at it a few times, chewed on his lower lip, and started entering the number. It could be that it was fake, or not valid anymore. It could be a practical joke the prince had played on him.
The third-class hesitated only a second before typing his credit card number into the box which had popped up after he had entered the phone number. He was going to go bankrupt. But his call would probably never get through anyway. He clicked on “connect”. For a few minutes, he did nothing, just listen to the silent beeping while he was first connected to Otahra Station and then further down the line to other stations and then all the way to wherever the phone attached to that number was. Finally, there was a click and another kind of beeping started. It sounded demanding to Goten’s ears and he tapped his fingers on the recipe book. He was in panic. He had no idea what he would say if the call was actually picked up. Something jarred in the loudspeakers and Goten panicked even more.
“Yes?”
The third-class jerked in his seat, his eyes suddenly going wide in shock. He knew the voice perfectly, would recognize it anywhere, anytime. He sat hushed, afraid to even move.
“Hello?”
Goten’s mouth was so dry that even if he would have tried to speak, he would have only let out a pathetic peep. He tried to swallow, the sound deafening in his ears.
“Goten, is that you?”
Goten slammed his hands on all the buttons he could reach. The signal hissed, squeaked, and the line went flat. The third-class stared at the screen. He waited for some time to reassure himself that he had indeed been disconnected, then heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at the clock above the door. The call had only lasted about ten seconds, but to Goten it had seemed like all eternity.
What the hell had he been thinking?
An even more interesting question was why the shaii knew that it was him right away. Maybe it was just a wild guess. Which made it even more awesome. Goten felt he was grinning like an idiot and straightened his face at once. He couldn’t help feeling giddy, though. Moaning, he slapped himself on his forehead. He turned off the computer and even crawled under the desk/table to flip the switch off.
What the hell had he been thinking?
“You looked much more eager just a few hours ago,” Reyn noted.
“Weeeell,” Goten drawled, “I still am.”
The flight officer gave him a lopsided grin. “That’s a relief.” He looked around the cabin, taking in its clean state. Goten had cleaned it for tonight. That was nice of him. Then Reyn’s eyes fell on the recipe book lying on the desk. The damn cookbook was right in front of the terminal.
“Gmh,” Goten cleared his throat when he noticed where the flight officer’s eyes lingered. “I thought of suggesting a few recipes for tomorrow’s lunch. Trout with carrot and celery garnish sounded heavenly.”
Reyn looked at the younger man, noting how his eyes shifted. It would have been convincing if he hadn’t known that it was a complete and utter lie. He hadn’t expected Goten to give up on those empty hopes so fast, but this was dispiriting, taunting even. Why had Goten left the book where he could see?
Goten felt like slamming his head through one of Starcut’s metal walls. How could have he forgotten to put away that damn book?! What the hell was wrong with him? He felt both relieved and embarrassed when Reyn didn’t comment on his words. It was only too obvious that the flight officer knew the truth.
Reyn crossed the cabin to where Goten stood. The younger male seemed guilty, and Edesha’s words that Goten didn’t belong to him floated in Reyn’s thoughts. He was going to change that, though. Hopefully, Goten would be willing to assist.
They stood against each other in awkward silence, then Goten stepped in the direction of his bed and flopped onto it. That was a blatant way of showing initiative and pointing out that he hadn’t changed his mind. Reyn followed Goten and sat down next to him on the edge of the bed. Goten’s scent wafted from all around the bedding, surrounding them. It made Reyn more eager than he had ever been in years.
It was kind of late and silly, but the flight officer felt like asking the younger man whether he was sure about this. Goten liked him, he knew that much, but those theoretical boyfriends bothered him. He didn’t ask, though – he wasn’t going to give up Goten just because of two indecisive morons. Instead, he turned toward Goten and raised his arms, unbuttoning the other third-class’s jacket. Goten’s tails unwound from his waist and slid away to rest behind him on the bed. Goten’s eyes were on him, watching his fingers threading the buttons through the holes.
The flight officer’s fingers worked down Goten’s jacket, then parted it, revealing a smooth, powerfully built chest. There was a round bruise on the side of the younger man’s neck. Reyn found the sight of the marking satisfactory. He leaned forward to press his mouth against the younger man’s while his hands slid over the exposed skin. Sitting almost side to side – like they were – wasn’t a very comfortable position to kiss, so Goten bent his left knee and turned his body to Reyn’s. He moved his left leg sideways, onto the bed, the boot sticking out so as not to dirty the covers. He shivered when Reyn’s hands left his chest, slid over his sides and then up his shoulder blades, almost up to his nape. They kissed until both of them were breathless.
Goten had that look of arousal in his hooded eyes again, which made Reyn want to throw the younger male on his back and have his way with him. Instead, he took it slow. Leaning in to plant unhurried and soft kisses on his lips, he started unlacing the other third-class’s left shoe. Obviously, Goten found this funny since he grinned and his hands dove for the flight officer’s belt. Reyn thought that maybe he was taking this too slow, after all; it was not as if Goten was a virgin maid.
The younger man gasped when he was suddenly pushed onto his back. With his bent legs drooping over the edge of the bed, Goten stared up at Reyn. The other man was leaning over him, not quite pressing him down into the bedding, but close to that. Then Goten realized that Reyn was gauging his reaction. With a chuckle, he lifted his arms to wrap them around the older man and drew him into a kiss to show that he was perfectly alright with everything he had to suggest. He could feel Reyn harden against his thigh. He knew the other man could also tell the same about him.
Goten felt Reyn’s fingers groping around his midsection, then they slid further south to fumble with his belt. He felt a tug when Reyn threaded it out of its clasp. Then he went for the button and soon the sound of a zipper being pulled down was heard. Goten bucked involuntarily when Reyn’s hands slid inside his underwear and took hold of him.
The younger man felt a little nervous but, in fact, that only added to the excitement. Besides, it was Reyn who was the more experienced of the two of them, so he bore more responsibility as well. Goten wasn’t certain how much Reyn knew about him, but he found it natural for the older man to take the lead. Goten also hoped that Reyn had a condom. He had one too, from the base. He didn’t know how, but one day it had appeared in the pocket of his trousers. He could only guess that it had been Toharu’s courtesy. Or maybe Ranvera’s, or one of his roommates. It was hard to tell, but it was probably best not to use such a randomly materializing condom.
The flight officer was stroking him, his hand moving up and down unhurriedly. The intensity in his eyes made Goten blush and close his own. He tightened his arms around Reyn’s back and pulled him even closer. He sought the older man’s mouth again and Reyn answered eagerly. So as not to feel indebted, Goten moved his right hand down in between them to finish undoing the flight officer’s trousers. While working, his hand kept bumping into Reyn’s until the flight officer let go of him and shifted sideways to get out of his underwear and trousers.
Goten lifted himself on his elbows, watching the process curiously. His view was somewhat obstructed by his jutting cock straining upwards. At this point, Goten discovered that he was hardly embarrassed. There wasn’t much point in that – especially not then, while he was hungrily gawking at Reyn getting out of his underwear. The older man’s tail uncurled from around his waist and, instinctively, Goten found himself following the brown silky appendage with his eyes. His fingers itched to touch it. Bed was perhaps the only place where he could be allowed such a luxury.
Unaware of Goten’s gaze, the flight officer shifted to the edge of the bed, pulled his boots off, and then finally got rid of his trousers. His jacket was still fully buttoned, which made the younger man wish he had taken care of that disruptive garment earlier.
The flight officer pulled Goten’s left boot off, then started unlacing the right one. There was a peculiar tremble to his fingers, indicating to how impatient he was. The younger male found the idea that he could affect Reyn this way arousing.
When Reyn was moving back onto the bed, Goten spread his legs to let him crawl in between. It had been an innocent act, trying to save space since the bed was too narrow for two. A soft tinge of red colored his face when he realized how Reyn took it. He didn’t have enough time to dwell on it, though, as the flight officer’s palm slid over his chest. The caress didn’t have as much effect as Reyn’s gaze had. Goten felt his pulse speed up under those dark, intent eyes. He left out a soft sigh as Reyn’s lips touched his stomach, their eye-contact breaking.
Ignoring the jutting length, the flight officer kissed his way up Goten’s stomach and to his chest. All the while, his fingers continued playing with Goten’s left nipple. The bud was as hard as a pebble now. He could feel how taut the younger man’s muscles were. He reached down in between their entangled legs and unhurriedly drew his palm over the inside of Goten’s thigh, all the way up to his crotch. It was all just foreplay and he hadn’t been trying to part Goten’s legs wider but, as he cupped Goten’s testicles, the younger man instinctively spread his thighs further apart to give him better access.
Reyn ran his left hand over Goten’s side, then over his stomach. The younger man reached out and caught him by his collar. The flight officer shifted, trying to lower his head, but Goten didn’t let go, instead tugging at his collar with both hands.
Reyn gave him a quizzical look. “Are you trying to strangle me?”
Goten let out a short breathless giggle which sounded somewhat nervous. “Not until we fuck.” He tugged Reyn up even more, until the older man was almost lying on top of him. Then he started to methodically unbutton Reyn’s shirt.
The flight officer grinned at him. “’s been bothering you?”
Goten said nothing, but it was obvious anyway. He let go of Reyn’s shirt only when he was done unbuttoning it. The flight officer leaned away and shrugged it off. He was now kneeling in between the other third-class’s legs. He wasn’t surprised at all when Goten sat up. Even if eager and willing, Goten wanted to feel of equal standing with him. It was only natural.
Reyn’s hand settled on the younger male’s nape and he drew him in for a kiss. He felt Goten’s arms wrapping around his shoulders, stroking his shoulder blades. When they broke apart, flushed and breathless, Goten’s mouth attached itself to Reyn’s neck. He nibbled and sucked while his hands caressed the flight officer’s back. He had shifted closer, trying to feel more of Reyn, but their position didn’t allow for that.
When Goten started squirming, Reyn realized that he intended to move into a kneeling position, just as he was. He pressed his hands against Goten’s sides to hold him down. The other man pushed at him, but Reyn leaned forward to bodily manhandle him back down onto the bed. That earned him a not-too-friendly growl. So that was it. In fact, he had been rather surprised that Goten had allowed him to go this far.
Reyn was rubbing himself against Goten’s crotch while holding him down. As much as the younger male liked it, he was struggling to push him off to gain more control. Reyn doubted Goten was even aware of what he was trying to do. Their hips were moving in sync, soft, satisfied grunts were leaving the younger man’s mouth, but he was desperately trying to sit up. It wasn’t that Goten was attempting to push him away, Reyn knew he wasn’t. Just as he knew that he could easily make Goten submit, since he was physically stronger than the inexperienced youth. That, however, would not end well in the long run.
Panting, Goten stared up at Reyn. It felt incredibly good to feel their cocks rubbing against each other. The other man’s scent was clouding his head. Lust was coursing through his body like hot red flame, but the discontentment he felt continued to grow and he couldn’t understand where it was coming from. Then he realized he was growling. Stunned, he stilled the sound.
“It’s fine,” Reyn said, sucking on Goten’s left earlobe. He rolled his hips again. “I’ll let you do me next time.”
“Will you?” Again, Goten was surprised at how rough his voice sounded – almost like a growl.
“Sure.”
There was something in the other man’s eyes that made Goten think that it wasn’t going to be as easy as he made it sound, but he knew that Reyn would keep his word. And then Goten suddenly felt most of the aggression bleed out of his body. He wasn’t even certain why it had accumulated in the first place.
Now Goten was pliant under him and the flight officer’s mouth pressed against his lips to award him with an earth-shattering kiss. He still couldn’t quite believe that the younger man had given in so easily. Not too competitive, really. But that was their only saving grace. Goten’s arms wrapped around his back again. There was an urgent feeling to Goten’s caresses this time and, planting one more kiss on Goten’s chest, Reyn leaned away.
Goten watched him bend over the side of the bed. Again, his eyes automatically followed the arch of Reyn’s tail. He thought about reaching for it but, as if on cue, it moved sideways, away from him. Goten strained his ears, but his pounding heart covered all sounds he might have heard otherwise. He raised himself on his elbows to see the flight officer ransacking his trousers. He soon retrieved a shiny packet of condoms and a bottle of the same universal washing liquid he had spilled in the showers. One would think he would be more prepared. Goten laughed softly. Then he thought that the same could be said about him. He didn’t even have that.
“What?” Reyn asked quizzically, lowering his supplies onto the bed.
“Nah, nothing.”
Wondering about the best way to proceed, the flight officer looked at Goten. He took the packet of condoms, tore it open, and took one out. The other third-class was watching him curiously, anticipation clear in his eyes. Reyn didn’t see the need for a condom since he was certain that he himself didn’t carry anything – his last sexual encounter was more than a year ago and he had always been picky about his partners. Goten was a virgin and was just fresh out of the shower. Hence the condom was mainly for Goten’s mental comfort.
The other third-class watched him press the condom to the top of his cock and then roll it down until all of it was covered in latex. This was the first time he had seen it done in real life. The flight officer stroked himself a few times, smoothing out possible creases and air bubbles, then raised his head to look at him.
Reyn thought of simply asking how Goten wanted it – on his knees or on his back, but then thought better of it – Goten probably had no idea how he wanted it. Instead, Reyn took the bottle of the universal washing liquid and crawled in between the younger male’s legs. Goten was still leaning on his elbows, his eyes following every movement.
“Raise your hips a little,” Reyn said, uncapping the bottle.
Goten shifted on the bed, bending his knees. Reyn poured some liquid onto his fingers and rubbed them together to warm it up. Goten was still hard and willingly spread his legs apart even more when the flight officer reached out between them.
When a slick finger slid inside him, it felt odd again, but Goten remembered how much pleasure he had received in the showers. It went deeper and he tensed as it brushed over his prostate. Reyn noticed his bodily reaction and continued stimulating the gland with firm rubs.
With warmth spreading inside him, Goten’s hips rose to give the flight officer better access. Reyn pushed two fingers inside and Goten reclined his head deeper into the pillow. The younger man had closed his eyes, was grunting softly every time the fingers slid over his prostate, making Reyn want to tease and pleasure Goten until he could no longer resist. Until he started shouting in bliss so loudly that everyone on Starcut could hear him. Cutting off that trail of thought, he added a third finger. Even if Goten wasn’t skittish, that still might be too elaborate for one’s first time.
Reyn stretched Goten until he could no longer feel any resistance from the younger male. Then he pulled his fingers out. The other third-class’s eyes blinked open and concentrated on him. The flight officer was holding the bottle of universal liquid again. He squeezed a generous amount out into his hands and wrapped it around his coated member to give it a few strokes. Goten swallowed loudly in anticipation.
“It would probably be better if you turned around and got onto your knees,” Reyn said softly. It was a very vulnerable position and he saw Goten hesitate. But that took only a few seconds and then the younger man was moving, pulling away and turning around. He got onto his hands and knees, but obviously found this embarrassing since his ears were red.
Behind him, Reyn moved in closer. His hand pushed against Goten’s left thigh, indicating to him to spread his legs further apart to make him more room. Then he ran his left hand over Goten’s back. It was a soothing caress and Goten’s ears reddened even more. He tensed when he felt Reyn’s fingers touch his tail near the base, but they only moved it aside, out of his way. He exhaled when he felt Reyn’s weight press against his back. The flight officer’s hips pressed against his backside, rubbing against it slowly. Goten could feel the slickness of the universal liquid spreading over his butt cheeks. A hard rod was pressing between them, enticing him and at the same time making him anxious.
Still caressing Goten’s back and shoulders, Reyn wrapped his right hand around Goten’s member. It had softened somewhat and he stroked languidly until it was brought to its previous hardness. He soon had the younger male panting softly, his hips bucking against his unconsciously.
Reyn let go and moved slightly backwards and, spreading apart Goten’s cheeks, positioned himself over the younger man’s opening. The skin around his anus was tender, a little more reddish than usual from all the fingering Goten had received in the showers and just now. He was going to be sore, very sore in the morning.
“It’s going to feel strange in the beginning.” That was all the warning he gave Goten before pushing forward, breaching him. The younger male gasped and tried to move away from the unpleasant invasion, almost making the length slip out of him. Reyn’s grip on Goten’s hip tightened to keep him in place and he pushed further in. The muscles were taut on Goten’s back, straining.
“Breathe. Just breathe.”
Then Reyn got the impression that Goten was not as much in pain as there was some conflict taking place in his mind. He pushed again, impaling him further. Goten was trembling slightly, then leaned forward, dropping his upper body onto the pillow with a shaky sigh. He felt his asshole was stretched almost to impossibility.
“Fuck.”
Reyn found himself nodding in agreement. “Yeah.” He was all the way in now and could feel the muscles around him clenching and unclenching spasmodically. He could see fistfuls of sheets between Goten’s fingers. He reached forward to wrap his hand around the younger male’s member. It had softened again. Goten’s back tensed when he started stroking it.
“Is it really bad?”
Goten hesitated at first, then shook his head wordlessly. Reyn figured the pause was due to uncertainty about what “really bad” was. However, Reyn didn’t think that it was “really bad” either – there was enough lubrication and Goten didn’t feel too tight – he had glided inside him pretty easily. Most of Goten’s discomfort was simply from how strange it felt. It would have been better if Goten had tried to play with his ass while masturbating. On the other hand, it was more exciting for them both this way.
The other third-class wasn’t the first virgin he had bedded and Goten was taking it much better than Lafir had. There was a kind of businesslike approach Goten had to all of this. He liked that. Certainly, Goten felt much discomfort, but it was going leave soon. He had to simply be more patient and wait for it.
Straining not to move, Reyn stroked Goten’s cock and waited until he felt Goten relax, the restriction around him lessening, his fists unclenching to let go of the sheets. He was hard again, grunting softly with the strokes of his hand. Goten didn’t say anything, but bucked his hips to show that he was ready. Reyn pulled backwards just a fraction and Goten clawed at the sheets again. He thrust back in, making Goten grunt. He repeated that a few times, until the younger male seemed to get used to the inward and outward friction inside him.
Reyn pulled out, found the universal liquid bottle, rubbed more of it over himself, then poured more of it over Goten’s crease. The younger male shivered at the coolness on his skin. The flight officer capped and tossed the bottle aside. Goten let out a soft sigh when he was entered again. His muscles were already relaxed. He still felt stretched, but it didn’t feel anymore as if he was going to be torn apart at any second.
Reyn concentrated on setting a slow rhythm they both were comfortable with. He reached out to stroke Goten, then abandoned the thought – Goten would come way too fast if he did that. The youth had probably figured it out as well since he wasn’t touching himself.
At some point, the flight officer realized that Goten was meeting his thrusts. This was a sign that Goten could probably take anything he dished out now. He thrust harder, making Goten grunt. A few seconds had to pass before the younger man finally succumbed to the pleasure and his voice, rough with lust, started to echo in the cabin. It made Reyn want to fuck him senseless.
Goten’s hips were meeting his feverishly, their harsh breathing and panting filling the cabin. Both of them were close, but Reyn still swatted at Goten’s hand when it went south with the intention of bringing himself off. That resulted in a desperate whine, shamelessly asking for more.
And he was given more, Reyn now taking him roughly, pounding into his body, stroking Goten’s shaft himself. Goten was teetering on the edge, his asshole burning with the fierce thrusts. He could tell that Reyn was also at his limit. And then all of the accumulated lust and pleasure rippled through his body and burst. He went rigid while he could still feel Reyn’s cock sliding in and out of him. For a few seconds, his mind went blank. Then he felt Reyn pull out and something warm splashed over his back.
Goten lay limply on his stomach, panting softly. He could hear Reyn moving about, then the flight officer settled against his side. The bed wasn’t wide, intended for only one person, and it wasn’t going to be a comfortable night’s sleep. His ass was throbbing and it felt as if something large was still inside him. His hole felt raw, abused, but he also felt satisfied, happy even.
Reyn watched the slowing rise and fall of Goten’s back. Reyn could feel endorphins oozing from him. They indicated that Goten was sleepy and sated. The tip of his tail was lazily curling and uncurling on its own accord, showing that he felt content.
Goten rolled over onto his stomach to give Reyn a satisfied look. “Well, that was certainly more enjoyable than doing it by myself.” He had never told Reyn that he had never had sex before, but now he felt safe enough to admit it – he believed that Reyn had figured it out on his own anyway.
Reyn accepted the awkward compliment without commenting. Goten could really be interesting sometimes. They climbed off the bed to get the cover from under themselves. Goten’s limbs felt numb, his feet shaky. He was only too happy to settle under the cover comfortably
“Does it hurt?”
Goten hesitated with the answer again and Reyn ruffled through the other man’s hair. He doubted that tomorrow Goten would be able to walk properly, but didn’t voice his thoughts out loud. He would probably have to ask Tamahi for ointment of some kind.
“Lights,” he called when he noticed that the younger man was drowsing.
Reyn petted Goten’s hair until he noticed that the younger male was asleep. It didn’t seem that Goten was regretting anything, which was undeniably a good thing. He first did it with a man who had believed that he was also a second-class. Even if he had gone to bed with the man willingly, it had been a traumatic experience, both mentally and physically. He didn’t want Goten to experience anything like that.
“Ah, it’s you.”
“Yeah.” Edesha moved towards the wardrobe. “I forgot to take my scouter.” On his way, he couldn’t help looking at Goten. The youth was still asleep, turned to his side, facing the wall. The cover had ridden down his back, revealing how it rose and fell slowly. There was a large hickey on the side of his neck. Edesha chuckled inwardly.
Reyn yawned. “What time is it?”
Edesha opened the door to the wardrobe and saw his scouter at once. “Six,” he said, retrieving it. “You still have one hour till breakfast.”
Goten stirred, mumbled something, and then settled back into sleep. Edesha watched him curiously, then his eyes rose to Reyn’s face. The flight officer was giving him a warning look. The soldier raised his hands as if in surrender, then set to fixing his scouter over his right eye. Once done, he flashed Reyn a lewd grin and went away.
With a roll of his eyes, Reyn settled back next to Goten and fell asleep quickly. He woke up to the younger male moving around in the bed. He didn’t even need to ask how Goten felt since he winced sharply when sitting up. It was best he stayed in bed. But that was impossible – he had duties to attend to. Reyn gave Goten’s backside a sympathetic look when the younger male stood up. It shouldn’t be anything too bad, though, – he had been careful not to cause unnecessary damage. It was going to be much more fun when Goten got used to taking him. A soft grumble reached the flight officer’s ears.
“Damn it to hell.”
“Tamahi should have something to soothe the burn.”
Goten started and looked around. He blushed both at the thought of himself asking for that and the way Reyn’s eyes roved over his body. The man wasn’t all that subtle. But that was what he liked most about Reyn.
“I can ask him,” Reyn said seeing that Goten was uncomfortable with the thought. “I think it’s my responsibility anyway,” he added with a chuckle.
“Don’t patronize me.”
The words weren’t said out of anger, Goten’s voice was calm, but there was still a clear demand in them. The flight officer’s eyebrows rose. “What makes you think I am?”
Silent, Goten shrugged. He grabbed his boxers from the floor and hastily slipped into them. “I just…” He ducked his head. “Sorry.”
Reyn rolled out of the bed and started gathering his own clothes. It was probably inevitable – he was ten years Goten’s senior. He didn’t think he had been trying to patronize the younger man, actually he had been avoiding doing exactly that, but he was probably doing it unconsciously.
Goten gave the flight officer an uncomfortable look. He shouldn’t have said that. Reyn was just looking out for him. He was supposed to be grateful instead of snapping at the man like a total asshole. And speaking of assholes – his was really sore. Goten scowled at himself. One would think he would be much more content about finally getting rid of his virginity.
The flight officer started when Goten’s head nudged against his shoulder. He turned to stare at two innocently sparkling eyes.
“I’m not a morning person and my butt hurts as if there’s no tomorrow. Truce?”
Reyn laughed softly. He ruffled through the other third-class’s hair; he was getting addicted to the feel of it. “Truce,” he agreed. Goten seemingly liked his head being touched too – his pupils dilated and he looked much happier than a few seconds ago.
“Now let’s pay a visit to the bathrooms, get something to eat, and then let’s go see Tamahi.”
The canteen was bustling, Humans and Saiyans scraping at their breakfast hungrily. They mostly sat in groups at separate tables, though, Saiyans with Saiyans and Humans with Humans. Reyn and Goten got their food at the counter and turned around to cast a look around the canteen. They had come too late and now couldn’t see free seats.
“Hey, Goten!”
The third-class turned to his left where he saw Adriel waving at him. The navigator shifted aside, bodily pushing Sildara to make more space on the bench. In turn, Sildara pressed against Jadenas, nearly making him topple off the bench. On the other side of the table, the twins and Edesha squeezed themselves together to make space for another one.
Goten and Reyn started making their way to the table.
“Hey, Goten, did you hear that sound?” Adriel shouted at them while they were approaching.
“When? What sound?” Goten wondered. He had slept like the dead so he didn’t think he would have been able to hear anything.
“Last night,” Adriel hollered across the canteen, grinning. “Oh, c’mon! You really must have heard it! The sound of your cherry popping!”
Goten stopped so abruptly that Reyn walked into him and nearly dropped his tray. Red-faced, Goten sent the navigator a look which would have made a lesser man anxious or at least ashamed. As it was, Adriel’s shit-eating grin only widened.
Catcalls and whoots shook the canteen when everyone else caught on. Some even stood up and started clapping. Sildara lifted his mug and called for drinks. One of the twins stood up and started singing some kind of an anthem.
Goten groaned. “Oh, for gods’ sakes…” He felt Reyn nudging at his back with his tray and his head turned to the other third-class. The flight officer had the most innocent look on his face he had ever seen. Goten turned away from him and trudged forward. On his way he received a few congratulatory slaps on his behind, which made him wince in pain. Others were saluting Reyn with their tea or coffee.
Goten wanted to pound Adriel’s head into the table. but that would have only made it worse. He lowered his tray onto the table with an aggressive clang. The demonstrative anger was spoiled by an obvious wince when he sat down. Now the whole table was grinning at him knowingly. The third-class flushed red again and set about eating his breakfast.
By the time he started eating, the catcalls and applause had almost died out. Goten noticed that some Humans had started asking what they had been applauding for and what the occasion was. He could see their shocked or amused faces when they were told. That was what you got for having no translating device and just getting along with whatever others did.
Reyn watched a red-faced Goten munching on his breakfast. At least the youth didn’t lose his appetite. The flight officer looked at Edesha. The soldier caught his eyes and shook his head discreetly. Even more subtly, his eyes pointed at Jadenas. Reyn couldn’t even begin to fathom how the other flight officer might have known. Goten must have told him of his own accord. Strange.
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 43
Adriel was humming softly to himself while inserting the preliminary data of tomorrow’s coordinates into the main terminal. A strange shimmer attracted his attention to the front screen of the captain’s bridge and he raised his head. He leaned forward in his chair when the main screen flickered. The starry view shuddered a few more times, then disappeared altogether, and Adriel was left staring at a blue display with a few icons.
“The hell?” Sildara muttered in shock from the other side of the captain’s bridge.
Alarmed, the officers stared at the main screen where a mouse cursor circled a few icons indecisively, then settled on one named “Knight Fighter”. The loading screen appeared, then a saved game was chosen and loaded.
“What the hell?” Sildara repeated while a longhaired character of the female persuasion was seen running through fields on Starcut’s main screen. Loud music was blasting through the speakers.
“Umm… Someone’s playing a video game,” Monteira drawled, blinking.
“No shit?” Adriel snickered. He turned to the programmer, whose fingers were already flying over the keyboard, inserting instructions, checking. “Rokunda, where’s the signal coming from?”
In a few moments, the programmer pointed at Adriel’s terminal. “Ish yoursh.”
“But I’m not using mine.”
“Ish noush. Chekish againsh.”
“Is this an attack?” the captain asked Rokunda. “Sabotage?”
The programmer shrugged. “Itsh not doingsh anysingsh.”
“A prank, then?” Monteira suggested.
Adriel turned away from Rokunda to watch the female character, dressed in a variation of Saiyan armor, jumping around, shooting a laser gun all over the place. The noise was booming, and the captain walked over to the screen to regulate the sound. The character was so awkwardly controlled that she kept running into the walls and occasionally injured herself with her own ki-blasts.
“Clumsy as hell, but at least nice to look at,” Sildara commented. “What?” he asked when Rokunda gave his terminal a suspicious look. “Mine’s not even on!”
“Mmhmm…” Rokunda hummed, restarting the tracking program for the third time.
“Seriously?” Adriel muttered, incredulous that Rokunda was taking her time in finding the signal source.
It took fifteen minutes for Rokunda to finally jam the intrusive signal and restore the usual view to the screen. Everyone on the captain’s bridge exhaled in relief.
“Okay, I’m conducting an investigation,” Sildara said, standing up.
Adriel rolled his eyes. “Do you believe you’ll find the culprit just by taking a look at their computer screen?”
“No. But I was getting bored anyway.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s a perfectly valid reason.”
“Why don’t you join him, Monteira?” the captain suggested. “You were about to take a nap on Sildara’s desk anyway.”
The gunnery sergeant grunted. “Just great.”
“Yeah, isn’t it?” quipped Adriel.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten got bored with the game quickly. The reason he was still playing was that the heroine’s big boobs bounced all over the place every time he made her jump. She also had a perfectly shaped ass.“Okay, turn this way,” Goten muttered an instruction after having chased the heroine up an extremely high cliff. “Now, off we go!” He nearly squealed in delight, pushing the ‘jump’ button repeatedly. The wobbly boobs filled the screen with all their splendid glory. A loud wet splash followed when she splattered onto the ground. Goten pursed his lips. “And one more time,” he said happily, loading one of the saves.
He finally quit the game forty minutes later, when he was done making her jump off a cliff twice, drown three times, and then – his most recent discovery – visit an in-game brothel. He had been utterly thrilled to watch her have sex with the whores. The gasps and moans were an additional bonus. He made her choose males the first time and then went for a female. Hot.
The third-class circled a few icons, but his interest was on a particular icon on the right, in the very corner of the screen. He still wasn’t certain how he had made the terminal work, but it probably had to do with his newly discovered switch a day or so ago. Now the pointer hovered right above the yellow icon, and Goten felt his pulse speed up. He moved the pointer away and leaned back in his chair, away from temptation. He hummed under his breath, then stood up and went to the wardrobe. He started looking for the cookbook.
The phone number was still there, in the same place he had seen it last. Without really being aware of what he was doing, Goten took it out from between the pages and, absentmindedly, started reading the recipe for “Trout with Carrot and Celery Garnish”. He read up to the seventh line, then caught himself and raised his eyes to the slip of paper he was holding. Then he realized that he didn’t even need it – he already knew the number by heart.
Goten covered the “Trout with Carrot and Celery Garnish” with the paper slip again and closed the cookbook. He returned to the desk and took his place in front of the terminal again. He lowered the book onto the desk and gazed at its cover. The bluish light from the screen illuminating his face gave him an eerie look. He thought that, when Kyon had given him this book, he had never ever imagined the prince getting his hands on it. If he had known, he would probably have burnt it instead if giving it to him.
The third-class flipped the cover open to read through the words there again. It was probably the hundredth time as he was reading them. He had spent over a month on Starcut but, despite his doubts and Reyn’s remarks, the words had never lost their impact on him. He raised his eyes back to the yellow icon on the screen. The more he thought about it, the more stressed he got.
Goten nearly started when a box asking for a phone number whooshed forward on the screen. He didn’t even remember clicking the icon. He blinked at it a few times, chewed on his lower lip, and started entering the number. It could be that it was fake, or not valid anymore. It could be a practical joke the prince had played on him.
The third-class hesitated only a second before typing his credit card number into the box which had popped up after he had entered the phone number. He was going to go bankrupt. But his call would probably never get through anyway. He clicked on “connect”. For a few minutes, he did nothing, just listen to the silent beeping while he was first connected to Otahra Station and then further down the line to other stations and then all the way to wherever the phone attached to that number was. Finally, there was a click and another kind of beeping started. It sounded demanding to Goten’s ears and he tapped his fingers on the recipe book. He was in panic. He had no idea what he would say if the call was actually picked up. Something jarred in the loudspeakers and Goten panicked even more.
“Yes?”
The third-class jerked in his seat, his eyes suddenly going wide in shock. He knew the voice perfectly, would recognize it anywhere, anytime. He sat hushed, afraid to even move.
“Hello?”
Goten’s mouth was so dry that even if he would have tried to speak, he would have only let out a pathetic peep. He tried to swallow, the sound deafening in his ears.
“Goten, is that you?”
Goten slammed his hands on all the buttons he could reach. The signal hissed, squeaked, and the line went flat. The third-class stared at the screen. He waited for some time to reassure himself that he had indeed been disconnected, then heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at the clock above the door. The call had only lasted about ten seconds, but to Goten it had seemed like all eternity.
What the hell had he been thinking?
An even more interesting question was why the shaii knew that it was him right away. Maybe it was just a wild guess. Which made it even more awesome. Goten felt he was grinning like an idiot and straightened his face at once. He couldn’t help feeling giddy, though. Moaning, he slapped himself on his forehead. He turned off the computer and even crawled under the desk/table to flip the switch off.
What the hell had he been thinking?
ooOoOoOoo
It was late in the evening when Reyn came to Goten and Edesha’s cabin. Just as the flight officer had asked, Edesha and he had switched cabins for the night. Goten, who had been sitting in the chair in front of his bed, jumped to his feet. He seemed to be a little bit nervous, skittish even. The tip of his tail was twitching. Reyn found it endearing. He turned around and punched in the code, locking the door behind him, making sure nobody disturbed them. He heard Goten’s nervous chuckle.“You looked much more eager just a few hours ago,” Reyn noted.
“Weeeell,” Goten drawled, “I still am.”
The flight officer gave him a lopsided grin. “That’s a relief.” He looked around the cabin, taking in its clean state. Goten had cleaned it for tonight. That was nice of him. Then Reyn’s eyes fell on the recipe book lying on the desk. The damn cookbook was right in front of the terminal.
“Gmh,” Goten cleared his throat when he noticed where the flight officer’s eyes lingered. “I thought of suggesting a few recipes for tomorrow’s lunch. Trout with carrot and celery garnish sounded heavenly.”
Reyn looked at the younger man, noting how his eyes shifted. It would have been convincing if he hadn’t known that it was a complete and utter lie. He hadn’t expected Goten to give up on those empty hopes so fast, but this was dispiriting, taunting even. Why had Goten left the book where he could see?
Goten felt like slamming his head through one of Starcut’s metal walls. How could have he forgotten to put away that damn book?! What the hell was wrong with him? He felt both relieved and embarrassed when Reyn didn’t comment on his words. It was only too obvious that the flight officer knew the truth.
Reyn crossed the cabin to where Goten stood. The younger male seemed guilty, and Edesha’s words that Goten didn’t belong to him floated in Reyn’s thoughts. He was going to change that, though. Hopefully, Goten would be willing to assist.
They stood against each other in awkward silence, then Goten stepped in the direction of his bed and flopped onto it. That was a blatant way of showing initiative and pointing out that he hadn’t changed his mind. Reyn followed Goten and sat down next to him on the edge of the bed. Goten’s scent wafted from all around the bedding, surrounding them. It made Reyn more eager than he had ever been in years.
It was kind of late and silly, but the flight officer felt like asking the younger man whether he was sure about this. Goten liked him, he knew that much, but those theoretical boyfriends bothered him. He didn’t ask, though – he wasn’t going to give up Goten just because of two indecisive morons. Instead, he turned toward Goten and raised his arms, unbuttoning the other third-class’s jacket. Goten’s tails unwound from his waist and slid away to rest behind him on the bed. Goten’s eyes were on him, watching his fingers threading the buttons through the holes.
The flight officer’s fingers worked down Goten’s jacket, then parted it, revealing a smooth, powerfully built chest. There was a round bruise on the side of the younger man’s neck. Reyn found the sight of the marking satisfactory. He leaned forward to press his mouth against the younger man’s while his hands slid over the exposed skin. Sitting almost side to side – like they were – wasn’t a very comfortable position to kiss, so Goten bent his left knee and turned his body to Reyn’s. He moved his left leg sideways, onto the bed, the boot sticking out so as not to dirty the covers. He shivered when Reyn’s hands left his chest, slid over his sides and then up his shoulder blades, almost up to his nape. They kissed until both of them were breathless.
Goten had that look of arousal in his hooded eyes again, which made Reyn want to throw the younger male on his back and have his way with him. Instead, he took it slow. Leaning in to plant unhurried and soft kisses on his lips, he started unlacing the other third-class’s left shoe. Obviously, Goten found this funny since he grinned and his hands dove for the flight officer’s belt. Reyn thought that maybe he was taking this too slow, after all; it was not as if Goten was a virgin maid.
The younger man gasped when he was suddenly pushed onto his back. With his bent legs drooping over the edge of the bed, Goten stared up at Reyn. The other man was leaning over him, not quite pressing him down into the bedding, but close to that. Then Goten realized that Reyn was gauging his reaction. With a chuckle, he lifted his arms to wrap them around the older man and drew him into a kiss to show that he was perfectly alright with everything he had to suggest. He could feel Reyn harden against his thigh. He knew the other man could also tell the same about him.
Goten felt Reyn’s fingers groping around his midsection, then they slid further south to fumble with his belt. He felt a tug when Reyn threaded it out of its clasp. Then he went for the button and soon the sound of a zipper being pulled down was heard. Goten bucked involuntarily when Reyn’s hands slid inside his underwear and took hold of him.
The younger man felt a little nervous but, in fact, that only added to the excitement. Besides, it was Reyn who was the more experienced of the two of them, so he bore more responsibility as well. Goten wasn’t certain how much Reyn knew about him, but he found it natural for the older man to take the lead. Goten also hoped that Reyn had a condom. He had one too, from the base. He didn’t know how, but one day it had appeared in the pocket of his trousers. He could only guess that it had been Toharu’s courtesy. Or maybe Ranvera’s, or one of his roommates. It was hard to tell, but it was probably best not to use such a randomly materializing condom.
The flight officer was stroking him, his hand moving up and down unhurriedly. The intensity in his eyes made Goten blush and close his own. He tightened his arms around Reyn’s back and pulled him even closer. He sought the older man’s mouth again and Reyn answered eagerly. So as not to feel indebted, Goten moved his right hand down in between them to finish undoing the flight officer’s trousers. While working, his hand kept bumping into Reyn’s until the flight officer let go of him and shifted sideways to get out of his underwear and trousers.
Goten lifted himself on his elbows, watching the process curiously. His view was somewhat obstructed by his jutting cock straining upwards. At this point, Goten discovered that he was hardly embarrassed. There wasn’t much point in that – especially not then, while he was hungrily gawking at Reyn getting out of his underwear. The older man’s tail uncurled from around his waist and, instinctively, Goten found himself following the brown silky appendage with his eyes. His fingers itched to touch it. Bed was perhaps the only place where he could be allowed such a luxury.
Unaware of Goten’s gaze, the flight officer shifted to the edge of the bed, pulled his boots off, and then finally got rid of his trousers. His jacket was still fully buttoned, which made the younger man wish he had taken care of that disruptive garment earlier.
The flight officer pulled Goten’s left boot off, then started unlacing the right one. There was a peculiar tremble to his fingers, indicating to how impatient he was. The younger male found the idea that he could affect Reyn this way arousing.
When Reyn was moving back onto the bed, Goten spread his legs to let him crawl in between. It had been an innocent act, trying to save space since the bed was too narrow for two. A soft tinge of red colored his face when he realized how Reyn took it. He didn’t have enough time to dwell on it, though, as the flight officer’s palm slid over his chest. The caress didn’t have as much effect as Reyn’s gaze had. Goten felt his pulse speed up under those dark, intent eyes. He left out a soft sigh as Reyn’s lips touched his stomach, their eye-contact breaking.
Ignoring the jutting length, the flight officer kissed his way up Goten’s stomach and to his chest. All the while, his fingers continued playing with Goten’s left nipple. The bud was as hard as a pebble now. He could feel how taut the younger man’s muscles were. He reached down in between their entangled legs and unhurriedly drew his palm over the inside of Goten’s thigh, all the way up to his crotch. It was all just foreplay and he hadn’t been trying to part Goten’s legs wider but, as he cupped Goten’s testicles, the younger man instinctively spread his thighs further apart to give him better access.
Reyn ran his left hand over Goten’s side, then over his stomach. The younger man reached out and caught him by his collar. The flight officer shifted, trying to lower his head, but Goten didn’t let go, instead tugging at his collar with both hands.
Reyn gave him a quizzical look. “Are you trying to strangle me?”
Goten let out a short breathless giggle which sounded somewhat nervous. “Not until we fuck.” He tugged Reyn up even more, until the older man was almost lying on top of him. Then he started to methodically unbutton Reyn’s shirt.
The flight officer grinned at him. “’s been bothering you?”
Goten said nothing, but it was obvious anyway. He let go of Reyn’s shirt only when he was done unbuttoning it. The flight officer leaned away and shrugged it off. He was now kneeling in between the other third-class’s legs. He wasn’t surprised at all when Goten sat up. Even if eager and willing, Goten wanted to feel of equal standing with him. It was only natural.
Reyn’s hand settled on the younger male’s nape and he drew him in for a kiss. He felt Goten’s arms wrapping around his shoulders, stroking his shoulder blades. When they broke apart, flushed and breathless, Goten’s mouth attached itself to Reyn’s neck. He nibbled and sucked while his hands caressed the flight officer’s back. He had shifted closer, trying to feel more of Reyn, but their position didn’t allow for that.
When Goten started squirming, Reyn realized that he intended to move into a kneeling position, just as he was. He pressed his hands against Goten’s sides to hold him down. The other man pushed at him, but Reyn leaned forward to bodily manhandle him back down onto the bed. That earned him a not-too-friendly growl. So that was it. In fact, he had been rather surprised that Goten had allowed him to go this far.
Reyn was rubbing himself against Goten’s crotch while holding him down. As much as the younger male liked it, he was struggling to push him off to gain more control. Reyn doubted Goten was even aware of what he was trying to do. Their hips were moving in sync, soft, satisfied grunts were leaving the younger man’s mouth, but he was desperately trying to sit up. It wasn’t that Goten was attempting to push him away, Reyn knew he wasn’t. Just as he knew that he could easily make Goten submit, since he was physically stronger than the inexperienced youth. That, however, would not end well in the long run.
Panting, Goten stared up at Reyn. It felt incredibly good to feel their cocks rubbing against each other. The other man’s scent was clouding his head. Lust was coursing through his body like hot red flame, but the discontentment he felt continued to grow and he couldn’t understand where it was coming from. Then he realized he was growling. Stunned, he stilled the sound.
“It’s fine,” Reyn said, sucking on Goten’s left earlobe. He rolled his hips again. “I’ll let you do me next time.”
“Will you?” Again, Goten was surprised at how rough his voice sounded – almost like a growl.
“Sure.”
There was something in the other man’s eyes that made Goten think that it wasn’t going to be as easy as he made it sound, but he knew that Reyn would keep his word. And then Goten suddenly felt most of the aggression bleed out of his body. He wasn’t even certain why it had accumulated in the first place.
Now Goten was pliant under him and the flight officer’s mouth pressed against his lips to award him with an earth-shattering kiss. He still couldn’t quite believe that the younger man had given in so easily. Not too competitive, really. But that was their only saving grace. Goten’s arms wrapped around his back again. There was an urgent feeling to Goten’s caresses this time and, planting one more kiss on Goten’s chest, Reyn leaned away.
Goten watched him bend over the side of the bed. Again, his eyes automatically followed the arch of Reyn’s tail. He thought about reaching for it but, as if on cue, it moved sideways, away from him. Goten strained his ears, but his pounding heart covered all sounds he might have heard otherwise. He raised himself on his elbows to see the flight officer ransacking his trousers. He soon retrieved a shiny packet of condoms and a bottle of the same universal washing liquid he had spilled in the showers. One would think he would be more prepared. Goten laughed softly. Then he thought that the same could be said about him. He didn’t even have that.
“What?” Reyn asked quizzically, lowering his supplies onto the bed.
“Nah, nothing.”
Wondering about the best way to proceed, the flight officer looked at Goten. He took the packet of condoms, tore it open, and took one out. The other third-class was watching him curiously, anticipation clear in his eyes. Reyn didn’t see the need for a condom since he was certain that he himself didn’t carry anything – his last sexual encounter was more than a year ago and he had always been picky about his partners. Goten was a virgin and was just fresh out of the shower. Hence the condom was mainly for Goten’s mental comfort.
The other third-class watched him press the condom to the top of his cock and then roll it down until all of it was covered in latex. This was the first time he had seen it done in real life. The flight officer stroked himself a few times, smoothing out possible creases and air bubbles, then raised his head to look at him.
Reyn thought of simply asking how Goten wanted it – on his knees or on his back, but then thought better of it – Goten probably had no idea how he wanted it. Instead, Reyn took the bottle of the universal washing liquid and crawled in between the younger male’s legs. Goten was still leaning on his elbows, his eyes following every movement.
“Raise your hips a little,” Reyn said, uncapping the bottle.
Goten shifted on the bed, bending his knees. Reyn poured some liquid onto his fingers and rubbed them together to warm it up. Goten was still hard and willingly spread his legs apart even more when the flight officer reached out between them.
When a slick finger slid inside him, it felt odd again, but Goten remembered how much pleasure he had received in the showers. It went deeper and he tensed as it brushed over his prostate. Reyn noticed his bodily reaction and continued stimulating the gland with firm rubs.
With warmth spreading inside him, Goten’s hips rose to give the flight officer better access. Reyn pushed two fingers inside and Goten reclined his head deeper into the pillow. The younger man had closed his eyes, was grunting softly every time the fingers slid over his prostate, making Reyn want to tease and pleasure Goten until he could no longer resist. Until he started shouting in bliss so loudly that everyone on Starcut could hear him. Cutting off that trail of thought, he added a third finger. Even if Goten wasn’t skittish, that still might be too elaborate for one’s first time.
Reyn stretched Goten until he could no longer feel any resistance from the younger male. Then he pulled his fingers out. The other third-class’s eyes blinked open and concentrated on him. The flight officer was holding the bottle of universal liquid again. He squeezed a generous amount out into his hands and wrapped it around his coated member to give it a few strokes. Goten swallowed loudly in anticipation.
“It would probably be better if you turned around and got onto your knees,” Reyn said softly. It was a very vulnerable position and he saw Goten hesitate. But that took only a few seconds and then the younger man was moving, pulling away and turning around. He got onto his hands and knees, but obviously found this embarrassing since his ears were red.
Behind him, Reyn moved in closer. His hand pushed against Goten’s left thigh, indicating to him to spread his legs further apart to make him more room. Then he ran his left hand over Goten’s back. It was a soothing caress and Goten’s ears reddened even more. He tensed when he felt Reyn’s fingers touch his tail near the base, but they only moved it aside, out of his way. He exhaled when he felt Reyn’s weight press against his back. The flight officer’s hips pressed against his backside, rubbing against it slowly. Goten could feel the slickness of the universal liquid spreading over his butt cheeks. A hard rod was pressing between them, enticing him and at the same time making him anxious.
Still caressing Goten’s back and shoulders, Reyn wrapped his right hand around Goten’s member. It had softened somewhat and he stroked languidly until it was brought to its previous hardness. He soon had the younger male panting softly, his hips bucking against his unconsciously.
Reyn let go and moved slightly backwards and, spreading apart Goten’s cheeks, positioned himself over the younger man’s opening. The skin around his anus was tender, a little more reddish than usual from all the fingering Goten had received in the showers and just now. He was going to be sore, very sore in the morning.
“It’s going to feel strange in the beginning.” That was all the warning he gave Goten before pushing forward, breaching him. The younger male gasped and tried to move away from the unpleasant invasion, almost making the length slip out of him. Reyn’s grip on Goten’s hip tightened to keep him in place and he pushed further in. The muscles were taut on Goten’s back, straining.
“Breathe. Just breathe.”
Then Reyn got the impression that Goten was not as much in pain as there was some conflict taking place in his mind. He pushed again, impaling him further. Goten was trembling slightly, then leaned forward, dropping his upper body onto the pillow with a shaky sigh. He felt his asshole was stretched almost to impossibility.
“Fuck.”
Reyn found himself nodding in agreement. “Yeah.” He was all the way in now and could feel the muscles around him clenching and unclenching spasmodically. He could see fistfuls of sheets between Goten’s fingers. He reached forward to wrap his hand around the younger male’s member. It had softened again. Goten’s back tensed when he started stroking it.
“Is it really bad?”
Goten hesitated at first, then shook his head wordlessly. Reyn figured the pause was due to uncertainty about what “really bad” was. However, Reyn didn’t think that it was “really bad” either – there was enough lubrication and Goten didn’t feel too tight – he had glided inside him pretty easily. Most of Goten’s discomfort was simply from how strange it felt. It would have been better if Goten had tried to play with his ass while masturbating. On the other hand, it was more exciting for them both this way.
The other third-class wasn’t the first virgin he had bedded and Goten was taking it much better than Lafir had. There was a kind of businesslike approach Goten had to all of this. He liked that. Certainly, Goten felt much discomfort, but it was going leave soon. He had to simply be more patient and wait for it.
Straining not to move, Reyn stroked Goten’s cock and waited until he felt Goten relax, the restriction around him lessening, his fists unclenching to let go of the sheets. He was hard again, grunting softly with the strokes of his hand. Goten didn’t say anything, but bucked his hips to show that he was ready. Reyn pulled backwards just a fraction and Goten clawed at the sheets again. He thrust back in, making Goten grunt. He repeated that a few times, until the younger male seemed to get used to the inward and outward friction inside him.
Reyn pulled out, found the universal liquid bottle, rubbed more of it over himself, then poured more of it over Goten’s crease. The younger male shivered at the coolness on his skin. The flight officer capped and tossed the bottle aside. Goten let out a soft sigh when he was entered again. His muscles were already relaxed. He still felt stretched, but it didn’t feel anymore as if he was going to be torn apart at any second.
Reyn concentrated on setting a slow rhythm they both were comfortable with. He reached out to stroke Goten, then abandoned the thought – Goten would come way too fast if he did that. The youth had probably figured it out as well since he wasn’t touching himself.
At some point, the flight officer realized that Goten was meeting his thrusts. This was a sign that Goten could probably take anything he dished out now. He thrust harder, making Goten grunt. A few seconds had to pass before the younger man finally succumbed to the pleasure and his voice, rough with lust, started to echo in the cabin. It made Reyn want to fuck him senseless.
Goten’s hips were meeting his feverishly, their harsh breathing and panting filling the cabin. Both of them were close, but Reyn still swatted at Goten’s hand when it went south with the intention of bringing himself off. That resulted in a desperate whine, shamelessly asking for more.
And he was given more, Reyn now taking him roughly, pounding into his body, stroking Goten’s shaft himself. Goten was teetering on the edge, his asshole burning with the fierce thrusts. He could tell that Reyn was also at his limit. And then all of the accumulated lust and pleasure rippled through his body and burst. He went rigid while he could still feel Reyn’s cock sliding in and out of him. For a few seconds, his mind went blank. Then he felt Reyn pull out and something warm splashed over his back.
Goten lay limply on his stomach, panting softly. He could hear Reyn moving about, then the flight officer settled against his side. The bed wasn’t wide, intended for only one person, and it wasn’t going to be a comfortable night’s sleep. His ass was throbbing and it felt as if something large was still inside him. His hole felt raw, abused, but he also felt satisfied, happy even.
Reyn watched the slowing rise and fall of Goten’s back. Reyn could feel endorphins oozing from him. They indicated that Goten was sleepy and sated. The tip of his tail was lazily curling and uncurling on its own accord, showing that he felt content.
Goten rolled over onto his stomach to give Reyn a satisfied look. “Well, that was certainly more enjoyable than doing it by myself.” He had never told Reyn that he had never had sex before, but now he felt safe enough to admit it – he believed that Reyn had figured it out on his own anyway.
Reyn accepted the awkward compliment without commenting. Goten could really be interesting sometimes. They climbed off the bed to get the cover from under themselves. Goten’s limbs felt numb, his feet shaky. He was only too happy to settle under the cover comfortably
“Does it hurt?”
Goten hesitated with the answer again and Reyn ruffled through the other man’s hair. He doubted that tomorrow Goten would be able to walk properly, but didn’t voice his thoughts out loud. He would probably have to ask Tamahi for ointment of some kind.
“Lights,” he called when he noticed that the younger man was drowsing.
Reyn petted Goten’s hair until he noticed that the younger male was asleep. It didn’t seem that Goten was regretting anything, which was undeniably a good thing. He first did it with a man who had believed that he was also a second-class. Even if he had gone to bed with the man willingly, it had been a traumatic experience, both mentally and physically. He didn’t want Goten to experience anything like that.
ooOoOoOoo
Edesha punched the keycode into the panel and entered the cabin. At once, his nostrils flared at the smell of sex. It was much diluted after a night’s conditioning, but he could still clearly tell Goten and Reyn’s mixing scents apart. It was dark and Edesha groped around the door to flick the switch, then thought himself a fool for trying to stay quiet. Reyn turned around and, shielding his eyes from the bright light, stared at him.“Ah, it’s you.”
“Yeah.” Edesha moved towards the wardrobe. “I forgot to take my scouter.” On his way, he couldn’t help looking at Goten. The youth was still asleep, turned to his side, facing the wall. The cover had ridden down his back, revealing how it rose and fell slowly. There was a large hickey on the side of his neck. Edesha chuckled inwardly.
Reyn yawned. “What time is it?”
Edesha opened the door to the wardrobe and saw his scouter at once. “Six,” he said, retrieving it. “You still have one hour till breakfast.”
Goten stirred, mumbled something, and then settled back into sleep. Edesha watched him curiously, then his eyes rose to Reyn’s face. The flight officer was giving him a warning look. The soldier raised his hands as if in surrender, then set to fixing his scouter over his right eye. Once done, he flashed Reyn a lewd grin and went away.
With a roll of his eyes, Reyn settled back next to Goten and fell asleep quickly. He woke up to the younger male moving around in the bed. He didn’t even need to ask how Goten felt since he winced sharply when sitting up. It was best he stayed in bed. But that was impossible – he had duties to attend to. Reyn gave Goten’s backside a sympathetic look when the younger male stood up. It shouldn’t be anything too bad, though, – he had been careful not to cause unnecessary damage. It was going to be much more fun when Goten got used to taking him. A soft grumble reached the flight officer’s ears.
“Damn it to hell.”
“Tamahi should have something to soothe the burn.”
Goten started and looked around. He blushed both at the thought of himself asking for that and the way Reyn’s eyes roved over his body. The man wasn’t all that subtle. But that was what he liked most about Reyn.
“I can ask him,” Reyn said seeing that Goten was uncomfortable with the thought. “I think it’s my responsibility anyway,” he added with a chuckle.
“Don’t patronize me.”
The words weren’t said out of anger, Goten’s voice was calm, but there was still a clear demand in them. The flight officer’s eyebrows rose. “What makes you think I am?”
Silent, Goten shrugged. He grabbed his boxers from the floor and hastily slipped into them. “I just…” He ducked his head. “Sorry.”
Reyn rolled out of the bed and started gathering his own clothes. It was probably inevitable – he was ten years Goten’s senior. He didn’t think he had been trying to patronize the younger man, actually he had been avoiding doing exactly that, but he was probably doing it unconsciously.
Goten gave the flight officer an uncomfortable look. He shouldn’t have said that. Reyn was just looking out for him. He was supposed to be grateful instead of snapping at the man like a total asshole. And speaking of assholes – his was really sore. Goten scowled at himself. One would think he would be much more content about finally getting rid of his virginity.
The flight officer started when Goten’s head nudged against his shoulder. He turned to stare at two innocently sparkling eyes.
“I’m not a morning person and my butt hurts as if there’s no tomorrow. Truce?”
Reyn laughed softly. He ruffled through the other third-class’s hair; he was getting addicted to the feel of it. “Truce,” he agreed. Goten seemingly liked his head being touched too – his pupils dilated and he looked much happier than a few seconds ago.
“Now let’s pay a visit to the bathrooms, get something to eat, and then let’s go see Tamahi.”
The canteen was bustling, Humans and Saiyans scraping at their breakfast hungrily. They mostly sat in groups at separate tables, though, Saiyans with Saiyans and Humans with Humans. Reyn and Goten got their food at the counter and turned around to cast a look around the canteen. They had come too late and now couldn’t see free seats.
“Hey, Goten!”
The third-class turned to his left where he saw Adriel waving at him. The navigator shifted aside, bodily pushing Sildara to make more space on the bench. In turn, Sildara pressed against Jadenas, nearly making him topple off the bench. On the other side of the table, the twins and Edesha squeezed themselves together to make space for another one.
Goten and Reyn started making their way to the table.
“Hey, Goten, did you hear that sound?” Adriel shouted at them while they were approaching.
“When? What sound?” Goten wondered. He had slept like the dead so he didn’t think he would have been able to hear anything.
“Last night,” Adriel hollered across the canteen, grinning. “Oh, c’mon! You really must have heard it! The sound of your cherry popping!”
Goten stopped so abruptly that Reyn walked into him and nearly dropped his tray. Red-faced, Goten sent the navigator a look which would have made a lesser man anxious or at least ashamed. As it was, Adriel’s shit-eating grin only widened.
Catcalls and whoots shook the canteen when everyone else caught on. Some even stood up and started clapping. Sildara lifted his mug and called for drinks. One of the twins stood up and started singing some kind of an anthem.
Goten groaned. “Oh, for gods’ sakes…” He felt Reyn nudging at his back with his tray and his head turned to the other third-class. The flight officer had the most innocent look on his face he had ever seen. Goten turned away from him and trudged forward. On his way he received a few congratulatory slaps on his behind, which made him wince in pain. Others were saluting Reyn with their tea or coffee.
Goten wanted to pound Adriel’s head into the table. but that would have only made it worse. He lowered his tray onto the table with an aggressive clang. The demonstrative anger was spoiled by an obvious wince when he sat down. Now the whole table was grinning at him knowingly. The third-class flushed red again and set about eating his breakfast.
By the time he started eating, the catcalls and applause had almost died out. Goten noticed that some Humans had started asking what they had been applauding for and what the occasion was. He could see their shocked or amused faces when they were told. That was what you got for having no translating device and just getting along with whatever others did.
Reyn watched a red-faced Goten munching on his breakfast. At least the youth didn’t lose his appetite. The flight officer looked at Edesha. The soldier caught his eyes and shook his head discreetly. Even more subtly, his eyes pointed at Jadenas. Reyn couldn’t even begin to fathom how the other flight officer might have known. Goten must have told him of his own accord. Strange.
TBC
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