Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Barracks ❯ Part 44 ( Chapter 44 )
[ 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: 05.15.2012 | Pages: 6 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 317 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Sci-fi / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 05.15.2012 | Pages: 6 | Words: 8.6K | Visits: 317 | 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 44
When Goten got to the medical room, he was informed that the vegetating Nondren had died during the night. Tamahi was inserting the circumstances of his death into the terminal. Goten gave his back a morose look and, since the chair was taken, went to Tom’s bed. The Human shifted to give the third-class more space and offered him an energetic smile. Seating himself carefully, Goten thought that there was no way he could ask the doctor for something to dull the pain in his bottom. He would just have to bear it.
“Doctor said I am going to recover completely.”
Goten responded to Tom’s grin with one of his own. “That’s good to hear. You were a complete wreck when you got here.”
“The rehabilitation process is going to be slow and painful,” Tamahi said glancing at them.
“Why spoil his joy?” Daniel admonished from the adjacent bed. “You Saiyans are really insensitive.”
Tamahi rolled his eyes at the ceiling. “Goten, why did we save them, again?”
“Because we were bored and had nothing better to do.”
Tom chuckled. Goten turned to look at the ki-cuffed Nondren in his bed. He was sitting, his absent, brooding gaze directed at his lap. The third-class wondered if he was affected by his comrade’s death. He must be. Goten had tried to talk to the Nondren a few times, but he was mostly unresponsive – they didn’t even know his name. Had he attacked a Saiyan ship, they would have made him talk a long time ago and/or just killed him. However, he was responsible for Human deaths, so he wasn’t a Saiyan problem. They just had to get him safely to Meia Colony.
Goten averted his gaze from the Nondren to Andrew. “You seem to be a perpetual patient.”
The man grinned at him. “That’s not true. I’ve got a terminal disease. Tell him, Doc.”
“The only disease you’ve got is laziness,” Tamahi said with a snort. “Get the hell out of here and make yourself useful!”
Andrew widened his eyes theatrically. “I’m a patient!”
Daniel laughed. “You just like the bed.”
Andrew shook his head. “Lies, all lies!” Grinning, he turned to Goten. His curious eyes studied the third-class for a moment, then he asked: “What was that about during breakfast? Did you get promoted or something?”
Goten had no idea how he managed to keep his face from turning red; maybe he was finally getting a hold on his blushes. His butt, though, throbbed dully at the reminder. “No, it’s my birthday today,” he said.
Daniel got all flustered. “Oh, man, why didn’t you tell us? We gotta celebrate!”
Goten shook his head. “Nah, it’s nothing special.”
“Of course it’s special!” Tom denied. “So how old are you now?”
“Eighteen.”
Goten saw all three Humans stare at him in surprise. “What?” he asked.
“You don’t look it,” Daniel said. “I’d give you over twenty.”
“Seriously?” Goten wondered. “We are really talking standard years here, right? Everybody keeps saying I barely look sixteen.”
“Bollocks!”
Goten turned sideways and pointed at Tamahi. “How old do you think he is?”
“Forty!”
“Forty-two!”< br>
“Thirty-five!”
His eyebrows raised, Tamahi swiveled his chair around to face them. “Eighty-nine.”
“What?!”
“No way!”
“Okay, even I didn’t know he was that old,” Goten said with a chuckle. He threw his hands up when everyone stared at him accusingly. “Oh, c’mon! It’s practically impossible to tell a Saiyan’s age from thirty to about a hundred thirty or so.”
The doctor muttered something under his breath. “To any other Saiyan Goten does look like a kid, though,” he said before turning away with his chair. “A babe just out of diapers.”
“Thank you very much!” The third-class bowed his head theatrically. “I’m certain I couldn’t have lived without your kind descriptions.”
“Well, but you are!”
Goten turned away from Tamahi to offer a bright smile to the Humans. Humans and Saiyans read faces differently, so they often had misconceptions about each other. He wondered how off he was with his guesses about the three Humans, but wasn’t really interested enough in the topic to pursue it further.
“So we have to celebrate!” Daniel said enthusiastically. “Eighteen comes only once in a lifetime!”
You’d be surprised, Goten thought.
“Why do I feel as if my back is on fire?” Tamahi grunted, lifting his eyes from the computer screen. “Oh, no, no.”
“Oh, c’mon!” Daniel insisted. “Just a few shots! To refresh our mouths after we sing ‘Happy Birthday’!”
“It’s such an important anniversary!” Tom endorsed. “Unique!”
“Nobody would ever notice,” Andrew promised.
The flight officer’s eyebrows rose and he stepped away from the stench coming from the other third-class’s mouth. Drunk as a skunk. And while on watch, too. He was going to report Goten one of these days. Just to teach him a lesson. Reyn took another look at the stirring bodies around the room. Could Goten smell a party when it was about to start or something? Maybe he could foresee them? Just like he had been able to foresee the danger on Orion?
“Hey, hey, what are you celebrating? Don’t tell me…” Adriel sang, ravishing all the corners in the medical room with thirsty eyes. His eyes caught sight of an empty bottle of medical spirit on the floor and he almost started bouncing. “Why did nobody invite me? I’m insulted. I’m veeeerrryyy insulted!”
“It’s Goten’s birthday,” Daniel slurred out. “Eighteenth.” Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes.
Adriel clapped his hands in delight. “What? You lost your virginity and had your birthday all in one go? An awesome birthday present!” He punched the air. “Woot!”
For a moment, Daniel looked uncertain, then he looked at Tom, who looked at Andrew. Then all three of them looked at Goten.
“So who’s the lucky lady?” Daniel asked.
Reyn caught Goten’s hand before it could touch him, but it was too late. Drawn by the motion, the Humans’ eyes set on him.
“That,” Tom said, staring at the flight officer reproachfully, “hardy qualifies as a lady.”
Gotten giggled mindlessly. “You bet! I still can’t sit proper-” He didn’t finish the sentence because Reyn’s hand covered his mouth.
“Off you go,” Reyn said, heaving the other third-class up off the floor. He thought about throwing the other man over his shoulder and just carrying him off before he could embarrass himself any further in front of his newly found Human buddies, but then decided against it – Goten would probably vomit all over the floor. As it was, he started leading the unsteady man towards the exit.
On his way, he cast a look at the Nondren. What the hell had Goten been thinking? And where the hell had he gotten so many ki-cuffs? Each of the pirate’s feet was bound to his wrists by ki-cuffs and then secured to the metal leg of the bed by two more ki-cuffs. He looked as if someone with a serious inclination towards bondage had worked on him. He was glaring at Goten’s stupidly grinning face with unconcealed hatred. Reyn couldn’t blame the pirate.
“And you… I thought you were smarter,” Reyn said to Tamahi, who was curled up near the door.
The doctor blinked at him groggily, saluted and, yawning, settled back into sleep.
When the flight officer dragged Goten into his cabin, Edesha tensed at first, then after noticing that Goten was just drunk, gave Reyn a questioning look.
“Tamahi,” the flight officer said as if that explained everything.
Edesha looked at the youngest crew member thoughtfully while Reyn picked his way towards Goten’s bed. The flight officer pushed the hardly coherent man onto the mattress and started taking his boots off.
“Who’s watching over the damn pirate?”
“No one.”
“Bloody idiots,” Edesha growled. He headed for the door with the intention of taking up the task himself. “Punch him one when he wakes up.”
Reyn arranged Goten’s boots next to the bed and straightened. He looked at Goten’s face. The youth was frowning in his sleep. Then a fart echoed in the cabin and the third-class’s features smoothed out into a content expression.
“Lovely,” Edesha spat from across the cabin.
Reyn did nothing to stop the angered Saiyan from leaving the cabin; Edesha’s irritation was going to siphon out after seeing the captive. He might even get a laugh or two. That, however, was not going to stop Edesha from lecturing Goten later.
“Goddamnit,” he muttered, “never drinking again.” That was not true, of course, and he knew that even before uttering the words.
He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. His backside still pained him, but the visit there ended successfully, without serious trauma. He headed for the kitchens, but wasn’t certain whether he would be able to eat anything. A mug of tea or just water seemed to be a much better idea than solid food.
For some reason, it was very lively in the canteen. Laughter and excited conversations would break out here and there. It was mostly Saiyans, though, who were so energetic. Humans seemed wary and surprised at their loud voices and guffaws. Suspicious, Goten eyed the mugs in his crew mates’ hands. Even Reyn was drinking something that looked like his usual coffee. Curious, Goten approached him and took hold of his mug. Thinking that he wanted him to share, the flight officer let him. He pulled it away when Goten sniffed at the coffee.
“You know, I am afraid to even ask what you’re celebrating,” Goten muttered, lifting his eyes and casting another look around the milling people.
“Then don’t.”
Goten gave him a look and Reyn shrugged. “Don’t sweat it. It’s just an occasion to get drunk. Anything would do. I think fixing the washing machine will result in a grand celebration, too.”
“Yeah…” Goten drawled. He leaned against the wall next to the flight officer. His eyes set on Adriel, who was angrily explaining something to Sildara, waving his hands about. “What’s with those two?”
“Just another fight.”
“What this time?”
“This morning Sildara caught Adriel peeping at the Human women in the showers.”
“Why is Sildara the one being shouted at, then?”
Reyn sipped his enhanced coffee and shrugged. “Adriel,” he said, as if that explained everything.
“I’d probably kill him if he were my boyfriend.”
“Well,” Reyn sighed, “he could never be your boyfriend, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
Goten wondered why the flight officer said that, then decided that it was pretty obvious that men similar to Adriel were just too unpredictable and too intense for him. He preferred stability over everything. If he had any say in it, he would never choose Adriel for a partner. On the other hand, things just happened. Like him constantly thinking about that damn purple-haired bastard.
Reyn grunted in surprise when the other third-class swiped the mug out of his fingers and, in two gulps, emptied it. “Can you get some more of the stuff?” he asked, pushing it back into Reyn’s hand.
The flight officer nodded and went to replenish his supplies. He returned in a few minutes with two mugs and held one out for Goten, who grabbed it with the grace of a man dying of thirst. They stood side by side, drinking quietly, and it was some time later before Goten noticed that Reyn was gone. The spat between Adriel and Sildara seemed to finally be over and Goten went to greet them. He was met with cheers and congratulations on both his birthday and his loss of virginity. Goten didn’t care enough to correct them.
“Has Reyn gone to sleep already?” he asked Adriel.
The navigator shook his head and pointed somewhere further in the canteen. Goten’s eyes followed the motion to settle on Reyn’s back. He was talking to someone, but Goten couldn’t identify who it was since the flight officer stood in front of his companion, covering most of him.
Adriel took a better look at who was protruding from behind Reyn. “I think it’s the same guy who has been complaining about Jadenas and the twins having no shame.”
Goten blinked at him. “Huh?”
“He doesn’t like them having sex and he likes the noise that comes out of it even less,” Adriel explained generously. “I wonder what Reyn could be talking to him about… He’s kinda tipsy.” He watched the scene at the other end of the canteen uncertainly. “He gets quarrelsome when drunk. Maybe you should check it out?”
“Ah.” A nagging suspicion settled in the pit of Goten’s stomach and, hastily, he started making his way to the two. Just as he had guessed, it was the same man who had seen them making out in the showers. Reyn’s voice was just above a hiss, but the menacing vehemence behind it was unmistakable.
“…the wrong way and I’ll shove my boot up your ass.”
The Human snarled in anger. “Stop threatening me or I’ll complain! I doubt you’ll like standing in front of Military Tribunal! The protocol…”
“I’ll fuck you like I fuck protocol,” Reyn promised with a lethal smile, wrapping his right arm around the Human’s shoulders and squeezing. He saluted his captive with his mug of coffee, and it became clear to Goten that Adriel had been absolutely right – Reyn was going to eat the Earthling alive.
“Oh, here you are,” Goten chirped cheerfully, wrapping his arm around Reyn’s shoulders so that now the three of them made a chain. “Getting along just fine, I see.”
“Oh, yeah,” Reyn confirmed. “We’ve become inseparable buddies.” Taking a sip from his mug, he gripped the Human’s shoulders even firmer, making him let out a sharp squeak. It came to Goten that the conflict was similar to what he had experienced when he first set foot on Starcut – once tipsy, Reyn started flinging sexual insults and threats. Goten wondered whether this was how his sexual frustration showed. On the other hand, except for those few times with Reyn, he knew close to nothing about the other man’s sexual life. This wasn’t fair since Reyn knew everything about his.
Goten started to pout. “Now, that makes me jealous,” he complained to both the Earthling and Reyn. His hand slid off the flight officer’s shoulders to wrap snuggly around his waist. The other third-class gave Goten a funny look, opened his mouth to say something, then changed his mind and closed it again. In any case, Goten’s diversion worked – Reyn’s interest in the Human visibly dwindled.
“If you think that you can…” the Earthling started saying, not wanting to give up so easily. He trailed off at the sight of a blue ki-ball appearing in Goten’s palm. The Saiyan didn’t say a word, but there was something about him indicating that he would indeed launch it at him if he didn’t keep his mouth shut.
The sudden absence of the warmth on his waist made Reyn’s eyes follow Goten’s arm. He was in time to see the ki-ball disappear. “Why don’t you piss off and mind your own business?” the flight officer suggested to the Human, tightening his hold over the fragile shoulders again to be more convincing. This time it worked and the Earthling, with one last defiant glare at Reyn, sauntered away.
He would probably report Reyn to the captain, but Goten didn’t think that it would have any consequences at all. If anything, it would only make Reyn less tolerant of Humans. Goten turned his head to look at Reyn when the older man’s hand dove into his hair and settled there. It didn’t tug, didn’t stroke, just rested there, feeling his scalp. The other third-class was sipping the last drops of his enhanced coffee, the look on his face moody.
When Goten tugged the flight officer forward and started leading him in the direction of the door, he followed Goten without questioning; he probably felt he had overdone it with the Human. On their way, Reyn set his empty mug on one of the tables they were passing. From across the canteen, Adriel saluted Goten with his drink and soundlessly mouthed something out the third-class didn’t understand.
The half-lit corridor was almost empty, only a few Earthlings walking by. It occurred to Goten that, past getting Reyn away from the annoying Human, he didn’t know where he intended to take him. After a short thought, he settled on his and Edesha’s cabin. It was probably not a very good idea since he knew that Derek was probably all alone in Reyn’s cabin but, on the other hand, Reyn could use some time to get the alcohol out of his system.
Once inside, they settled on Goten’s bed and the third-class was instantly engulfed by the previous night’s memories. His face flushed brilliant red. Reyn gave him a questioning look, then caught on and chuckled. He wrapped his arm around Goten’s waist and tickled his side playfully. The younger male wasn’t ticklish there, but Reyn accidentally brushed over his tail, which was still firmly wrapped around his waist, and the touch made him feel warm.
“Uh-oh,” Reyn chuckled at the intense look in Goten’s eyes. “Someone wants it badly.” When the younger man leaned in, he opened his mouth to meet Goten’s. The younger man’s hands rounded his shoulders, rubbing them, trying to bring him closer.
Wet, smacking, and slurping sounds filled the cabin. Goten didn’t particularly like kissing. No, it wasn’t that he didn’t like kissing. After having practiced on the base, he had grown to love it, in fact. It was just that Ranvera had informed him that he wasn’t particularly good at it. He believed that he got a better deal out of kissing while his partners had to put up with his half-assed skill. He liked Reyn’s kisses, too – they made him hot and needy, but he wondered what Reyn thought of his.
Goten’s hands left Reyn’s shoulders and wandered down to his chest. Circling and stroking, they tried to feel Reyn through the fabric of his uniform. Goten’s mouth trailed a set of kisses down the other man’s jaw then, with his cheek, he nudged the flight officer’s head to the side to get better access to the muscular column of his neck. Sucking lightly, he set on unbuttoning the older man’s jacket.
Reyn helped Goten to get the jacket off him, then hummed in appreciation when the other third-class splayed out his warm palms on his bare chest. Goten’s hands slid over his chest and sides, massaging, stroking. Goten was impatient. He was already hard, his cock tenting his trousers. He was probably leaking, too. Eager, he grasped Reyn’s belt and undid the loop with one precise tug. He wanted to rub himself against the flight officer, against all of his skin. He wanted Reyn badly. If he ever got to fuck Reyn, it was now. He expected that the alcohol in his system would make the other man more compliant.
Goten’s hands dove into Reyn’s underwear and he righted the man’s cock upwards. It was hot and half-hard, just as his own. He gave it a few tentative strokes, then tightened his grip, making the flight officer groan at the pressure. Goten let go and, after unzipping Reyn’s trousers all the way, hooked his hands under his ass. Reyn lifted himself and Goten wasted no time in getting rid of his underwear and trousers. He dropped the garments next to the bed. His hands returned to caress the other man’s naked body.
When Goten started pushing him backwards onto his bed, Reyn realized what the younger man wanted. After his first time – what now seemed ages ago – he had never been on the receiving end. He knew he had promised Goten, but now was reluctant to keep his word. There was no other way, though. If he wanted Goten to become his permanent partner, some sacrifices had to be made.
At some point, Goten noticed that his jacket was hanging open and he shrugged it off; he hadn’t even noticed when Reyn had seen to that. The other man’s fingers flicked over his nipples and Goten didn’t even try to bite back a soft moan that spilled past his lips. He had Reyn under him, well most of him, and it was the most exhilarating feeling he had ever known. He wanted to fuck him, now.
Clumsily, not wanting to leave the heat of the other man’s body, Goten leaned away and peeled the rest of his uniform off. Then he frantically looked around on the floor for the flight officer’s clothes. His fingers trembling with impatience, he ransacked the pockets until he found a condom in Reyn’s trousers. Just as he had expected – Reyn was prepared. Goten hoped that he had at least a boxful of these. The bottle of the universal washing liquid was where Reyn left it yesterday – under the bed.
It was Goten’s first time putting a condom on, but he had seen how Reyn had done it. He fumbled with the wrapping then, impatiently, tore at its corner with his teeth. He got it out and, soon, under Reyn’s scrutinizing eyes, had it rolled down his shaft. Smoothing the latex out, he reached out for the bottle of universal washing liquid. He poured some into his hand. He shivered and is eyes widened slightly at the coolness when he palmed himself. He gave himself a few strokes, then looked back at Reyn. All this time, the flight officer had been watching him with expressionless face and Goten thought that he didn’t look very happy about the idea.
“You did promise,” Goten reminded him, his voice husky with lust.
“I did,” Reyn agreed. He let Goten hook his hands under his thighs and pull him towards the edge of the bed so that his legs were spread wide at Goten’s sides. Now he was lying on his back, the top of his head almost propped against the wall. He was half-hard, which indicated that he wasn’t as much opposed to the idea as he was trying to act.
Drunk with lust and excitement, Goten poured more of universal washing liquid into his right hand and brought it between Reyn’s legs to spread it there. The flight officer grunted, either at the cool lubricant or in unexpectedness or both. Goten couldn’t think of any reason why it would be unexpected, though. He rubbed the lubricant over the hole, then pressed two of his fingers in. It was hot inside. The muscles clamped down on his fingers at first, but then Reyn let out a shuddery breath and Goten’s fingers slid in further, to their knuckles and past. Not certain what he was doing, Goten pulled them out and then, trying to scoop more lubricant from around the hole, pushed his fingers back into the flight officer.
Goten was moving his fingers rhythmically and Reyn closed his eyes. He was grunting softly every time the other third-class’s digits brushed over his prostate. Goten herded more of the lubricant into him and then pulled his fingers out. Reyn opened his eyes to see him positioning himself against his hole. The sight made him grab fistfuls of sheets, but Goten slid in quite easily. His face showed surprise at the nearly effortless entrance, then he let go of his shaft and, with only the help of his hips, pushed all the way in until his balls came flush to Reyn’s ass.
Experimenting, Goten pulled slightly backwards, then thrust back in. “Can I…?” he asked, his voice thick with ache. He saw Reyn grin at the desperation in his voice. The other man nodded.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
His voice was somewhat strained and Goten wondered whether it was really okay, but he had been given permission and didn’t want to question it since he felt as if his balls would fall off if he stalled any further. He gripped the other side of Reyn’s knees and spread the other man even wider. He pulled Reyn closer yet, if that was possible. He started thrusting, slowly and carefully at first, then the heat and tightness pulled him in. He tried to hold back, but Reyn’s hands reached out to grab at his thighs. His fingers dug into the younger man’s flesh, encouraging him.
Goten’s eyes were fixed on where he and Reyn were joined by his cock. Hungrily, he watched himself fuck the other man. His cock was glossy with lubricant, the slick sound of him thrusting in and out fueling his lust even more. Both of them were panting loudly, Reyn’s eyes still closed. He was feeling it, though, and intensely so – his neck and chest were flushed with color and heat. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead and temples, some of his short hair sticking to his skin. His cock appeared to be hard as a rock, bent towards his stomach, the tip drooling.
Goten wanted to keep his eyes on where he and Reyn were joined, but soon it turned into an impossible task. His eyelids fluttered shut while the only remaining thoughts in his head were the heat surrounding his cock and the narrow passage he kept thrusting into. His hips flexed on their own. Soon the cabin was filled with desperate grunts and moans and it took him some time to realize that they were his. He clamped his mouth shut, but soon grunts and pants found their way through his lips again. He was getting closer.
Reyn was touching himself now, his hand stroking his cock in time with his thrusts, his thumb continuously flicking over the profusely leaking head. Goten was pounding into him now, fucking him in earnest, without any thought of consideration. Reyn was getting close, his ass burning both with roughness and pleasure. Goten’s hands slid down his thighs to his buttocks, trying to find purchase to be able to keep a firmer hold on him, but it didn’t work and he grabbed at his knees, pushing them backwards, bending him, so that his ass was now tilted even more.
Goten felt it coming, his lust skyrocketing, his balls turning hard like rocks. His thrusts became shallower, faster, his heartbeat deafening in his ears. Without any awareness, groans were spilling through his gritted teeth while his hips ground against Reyn’s ass incessantly. His back was already arching with urgency, his fingers digging into Reyn’s legs, bending him nearly in half. He hammered into the other man for a few more seconds then, jerkily, hips snapped forward, burying his cock into Reyn up to its hilt one, two times. Baring his teeth, he tossed his head back and stilled while his cock spurted into the condom. Vaguely, he could feel Reyn stroking his stomach.
When his orgasm was over, dizzily, he continued rocking against Reyn, stroking his thighs, still high in the aftermath. It had been amazing. Utterly, shockingly delicious. He was already softening, though, his cock now useless. Shakily, he pulled out, his limp penis dangling pitifully between his legs. Awkward, he wetted his dry lips with his tongue when Reyn didn’t move, staying just like that, staring at him with hungry eyes, with his legs spread and his red leaking cock still hard and throbbing. Goten leaned forward, wrapped his fingers around the cock and raised it so that he could take it into his mouth. Reyn’s hands dove into his hair at once. This time the grip on his hair was firm, painful even. He could feel the older male shivering, his muscles flexing. He was close, very close.
The taste of precome was sharp in his mouth and Goten wasn’t certain he liked it. It wasn’t repulsing, but it was very distinctive, to the point where Goten knew he would always remember what the other man tasted like. When Goten’s lips slid down his shaft, Reyn let out a shuddery breath, his eyes shutting. Goten sucked and he thrust upwards. The younger male pressed his hands against his thighs to hold him down. He pulled his head away so that now only the tip remained in his mouth. He washed it with his tongue, rubbing the very tip of it against the profusely leaking slit, then sucked again. Reyn approved that with a loud groan.
By the end of his earnest labor, just before Reyn thrust up into his mouth as far as he was allowed to and came, Goten worked out that once he had the pattern down, he would probably be able to apply it successfully on any other man. Amused at the thought, he wondered what other man he would blow; it was not as if he had a wide range of choice. He was taken aback when, in his head, blue eyes flashed at him unexpectedly. They were followed by a purple blob of hair. Forgetting what he was doing, Goten choked on Reyn’s sperm.
Damn.
Coughing, Goten let Reyn’s softening cock slip from his mouth and looked around for the box of tissues. He pulled out a few sheets and, guiltily, started wiping his face. All this time he had been trying to avoid confronting this. He was gaining experience in sex and loving it. It was all well and good, but the thing that worried him was the accompanying sense of wicked achievement. He kept thinking that, if he met the prince now, it would be a little different. He didn’t know how exactly, but now he wouldn’t seem like a complete hick anymore. The prince liked to feel wiser, more experienced, liked lecturing and teasing him. Now the extent of his power and influence over him wouldn’t be so big.
Another thing that bothered Goten more than he would have liked to admit was Reyn’s age. The man was older than him by ten years and it was only natural that, unconsciously, the flight officer felt protective or even tried to patronize him. He didn’t particularly mind being coddled, but some aspects of this behavior reminded him of the prince all too well. He didn’t think anyone could beat the prince’s self-confidence, teasing, or lecturing, but he glimpsed all of those things in Reyn. It also made him wonder if these traits really were so visible in Reyn or whether it was him who was specially looking for them in other men. If it was the latter, he was pretty much screwed. He hadn’t paid much attention to assertive men before. To think that his preferences had changed after meeting the prince… It was better not to think, after all.
The flight officer’s tongue washed Goten’s skin, leaving a wet trail on the side of the younger man’s neck. “Are you in the mood for a quickie?” Reyn asked when Goten murmured in appreciation. His hips pressed to Goten’s backside suggestively to give the other man a taste of his morning erection. He felt a pang of peculiar discontentment after having noticed that the hickey on the side of Goten’s neck had almost faded already.
They were indeed naked. Without much thought, Goten moved his legs forward, presenting himself to the older man and giving him all the access he needed. The hard length started rubbing itself between his buttocks lewdly. Even so, Goten couldn’t help chuckling.
“Are we going to take turns?”
Reyn laughed at first, then gave this some thought. “Hmm… Is that a problem?”
“I’d rather toss a coin,” Goten said honestly. “This is somehow…childish.” It had taken him no time to realize that Reyn preferred topping to bottoming. There was no big difference to Goten, at least in so far as he could tell from his limited experience: he had liked taking Reyn more, but he had come just as hard with Reyn inside him. Nevertheless, he neither wanted to give in nor yearned to dominate the other man completely. Neither was going to work in the first place. He knew, however, that this would make him self-conscious next time it was his turn to do Reyn.
“A coin it is, then,” Reyn agreed, pulling himself away from Goten. “Even though, personally, I find this no less childish. Should I get one now?”
“There’s a limit to how stupid y-,” Goten started saying, turning around, then trailed off at the grin on Reyn’s face. The man was just teasing him. Goten flopped back onto his side to face the wall again. “Bastard. Just get on with it!”
“Hey, don’t make it sound like you’re doing a chore; I know you like it.”
“Do you?”
Reyn liked a challenge and Goten was a challenge if he ever saw one. He knew Goten probably hadn’t gotten a lot of pleasure from their first time, but he was going to remedy that. He was most likely still sore down there as well, but it should be alright if he handled it carefully. Besides, the more frequently they did it, the faster Goten would get used to it.
“I will make you whimper and cream yourself like a little girl,” he whispered, catching Goten’s earlobe and sucking on it.
Goten shivered, his eyes widening in surprise. “I don’t think little girls do that.”
Reyn chuckled. “Shows what you know.”
Goten pouted at the wall, but whatever smart ass comments he had at the ready flew out of his head when Reyn’s hand gripped him at the front and, at the same time, a hard rod was pressed against his backside again. The fingers on Goten’s shaft started stroking him, making him harden further. Reyn’s body molded around his, his chest coming flush to Goten’s back.
Reyn let go of Goten’s cock and shifted away, turning to his other side to look around on the floor for the bottle of universal liquid. The other third-class raised his head and turned to see what was amiss. Reyn found the bottle quickly and returned to Goten’s side. Kissing the younger man’s back, he stroked Goten’s shaft again.
He ran his hand along Goten’s side, down his hip, then his palm hooked around it and pushed it forward to Goten’s chest, raising the leg a little as well.
“Hold it there.”
The younger man nodded, swallowing loudly. He felt lightheaded with anticipation.
The flight officer squeezed out some liquid onto his palm then, checking, shook the bottle; there wasn’t much left. His hand went south and pressed against Goten’s ass. He heard the other man exhale with a grunt when his fingers slid inside. The muscles around him spasmed at first, then Goten forced himself to relax, allowing him an easy entry. The man was a quick learner.
Reyn thrust his fingers in and out a few times until he was reassured that Goten would be able to take him without much discomfort. He pulled his fingers out and tortured the last drops of washing liquid out of the bottle. He coated his member, giving himself languid, teasing strokes, then shifted a little bit down the bed and positioned himself against Goten’s entrance.
The younger man’s body was tense while he was guiding himself inside, but he could hear him breathing loudly, trying to relax. The younger male shifted his hips to get a more comfortable angle, then stilled again. The passage felt less restricted than it had felt the first time. Goten was going to get used to penetration in no time at all. Almost effortlessly, he pushed all the way in until his balls came flush with Goten’s buttocks.
It took Goten a few moments to realize that it felt somehow different from the previous time. It took a few more to realize what it was exactly that bothered him. He tensed.
“You aren’t wearing a condom.”
It was not a question, it was a statement, and Reyn was able to sense both irate disbelief and concern in it.
“We don’t really need them unless it’s for aesthetics.”
Goten said nothing to that, waiting for Reyn to elaborate his words.
“Well, the only person you’ve ever slept with is me, and I know I don’t carry anything.”
“How so?” Goten asked, his voice still annoyed.
“All crews must have a health check-up before a flight. I didn’t have one this time, none of us did, but the most recent relationship I had was almost a year ago.”
Reyn sounded serious and Goten believed him. His shoulders relaxed. “I suppose it’s fine, then.”
The flight officer chuckled. “Besides, it’s much more fun without a condom – I get to come inside.”
Goten tried to turn his head to look at his face, but had to give up on the thought since, with Reyn holding him by his side and the way Reyn was buried in him, he could hardly move.
“Do you want me to have diarrhea? Thanks, but no, thanks.” He felt puffs of breath ghost over his shoulders when Reyn chuckled. “I’m serious,” Goten repeated.
“So am I,” Reyn said, his teeth scraping against the younger man’s shoulder blade. His hips started undulating against Goten’s in slow, measured circles. “It will take five times – ten at most – and you will get used to having semen inside you.”
“I’m not sure I want to,” Goten said after a pause. He could feel Reyn growing inside him, stretching him wider. The dull ache returned, but it felt good too, to be stretched like that. He blushed at the thought and it was a good thing that Reyn couldn’t see all of his face.
Reyn laughed. “Sure you do. The thought arouses you,” he said, cupping Goten’s erection to prove he was right.
“A little bit,” Goten agreed, the color on his face darkening. He felt the other man’s shaft slide almost all the way out of him, then it thrust back in. It pulled away again and slid back in. Reyn’s palm was still wrapped around his cock firmly, his fingers rubbing over the head. The length inside him retreated again and then glided all the way back. Out, back in. Out, back in. It still stung somewhat, but it was also slippery. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the inward and outward motions inside him. Warmth spread over his body when Reyn shifted and found the right angle so that nearly every time he thrust in, he would brush over his prostate.
The dull pain in his ass was soon replaced by a needy ache. With a soft moan, Goten pressed the side of his face into the pillow. He didn’t even feel ashamed anymore for enjoying this to such an extent.
“Hnhn…”
The heated whimper made Reyn want to increase his pace, but he just gripped Goten’s cock tighter and continued fucking him with slow, leisurely thrusts. Goten had finally allowed himself to relax completely and just take it. In several moments, the younger male pulled his leg higher, giving him even more access, and he ground against Goten’s buttocks in circular motions. The younger male moaned softly and, in a backward gesture, reached out behind himself to grasp at Reyn's thigh.
“A-alright,” he gasped out, “you can come in-mmhm-side.”
Reyn kissed his shoulder to show his appreciation. “Damn, you are easy.”
“T-told you so,” Goten grunted, swallowing loudly to wet his throat. “I’m going to regret thi-mhiinn-s, aren’t I? Mhmn!”
“I hope not.”
“Tha-ah-ah-ts too ambiguous.”
“You’re being fucked, Goten – there’s nothing ambiguous about that. Shut up and just take it.”
The words made Goten moan. His ass was burning in need while he was straining against the other man. He startled and his eyes flew open when Reyn smacked at his thigh. Goten stilled in surprise.
“Don’t like that, huh?”
Goten shook his head. “I’m n-not into that k-kind of thing.”
“How would you know?”
Silently, only his shallow breathing heard, Goten just shook his head again, and, point taken, Reyn resumed thrusting in and out of him unhurriedly. He wasn’t very fond of inflicting pain in bed either, however he'd had his share of bed-partners who loved being spanked, tied, or being dominated completely. If that made them more aroused, why not?
“Mmn… Ah… Ghm… Ah…Ah… Ghnnh… Fuuuuuck… Mnnn… Oh, yes!”
Reyn grinned at the last one. Sweat was dripping down his brow while he was trying to maintain a steady rhythm. To keep himself quiet, Goten had tried to bury his face into the pillow, but his position didn’t exactly allow for that, thus the cabin was filled with his soft moans.
He felt a little guilty for prolonging this since he knew that Goten would be sore again, maybe even more so than he had been before. The quickie had turned out to be not so quick after all.
“Mnm… Shit… Ahh! Ahh! Mnn…”
“Ready to come yet?”
“S-stop ask-asking and d- Ah!”
Reyn snapped his hips forward to cease the incoming flow of complaints. He drew back at once and flexed his hips again, hard, and again, now fucking Goten in earnest.
It felt as if his ass and dick were on fire. His disjointed thoughts didn’t even reach the surface since all he could think about was coming. Reyn was fucking him into oblivion. His thrusts were rocking both of them, the springs creaking. He could vaguely feel the other man’s balls slapping against his buttocks, the sound lost in the blood drumming in his ears. The cock in his ass was drilling him harder and harder. He grasped at the sheets with his right hand while his left dug into Reyn’s thigh behind him. His eyelids started fluttering madly.
Goten’s back and shoulders tensed when he started coming. Reyn felt him tighten around him, but for some time he was still loose enough to allow him entry. Then his muscles constricted around him and he forced himself to still or otherwise he would risk injuring Goten.
“Oh, fuck,” Reyn pressed his forehead against the younger male’s back. Immobile, he panted against it, wishing nothing else than to continue thrusting into that tight hole. “Shit.”
Slowly, what felt like ages to Reyn, Goten’s back relaxed, his shoulders slumping. He tried thrusting again, but it was still too tight, Goten grunting painfully at his attempt.
“That hurts,” Goten complained after he had tried thrusting in one more time. He heard Reyn curse softly and almost felt sorry for the other man. Reyn’s hips were undulating against his backside fruitlessly. At least the motions were easing some of the tension.
Reyn heard Goten exhale loudly, then he took a few deep breaths. In a few moments, he felt the muscles around him relaxing. He tried thrusting again and this time Goten uttered no protest. He took it slow at first, then, when the passage became looser, quickened his pace. He soon was pistoning in and out with his previous speed.
The slapping sounds of Reyn’s hips against his ass were echoing in the cabin and Goten wondered absently where Edesha was. It wouldn’t do for him to come in suddenly. He shivered at a well-placed thrust against his prostate and closed his eyes. This was definitely different from the quickie the flight officer had promised. He was going to get hard again if Reyn kept this up. However, the harsh breathing against his back and the desperation in his thrusts indicated that he wasn’t going to last for long. Now Reyn was pounding into him without any awareness, his thrusts painful. Goten’s fingers fisted into the sheets while he braced himself, but then the other man was coming, his body tensing, arching off his back. Goten’s eyes widened at the feel of the warmth gushing inside him. Reyn was riding out his orgasm and kept coming inside him for a few more seconds. Goten closed his eyes, his insides feeling warm now. It felt…good, actually. Unusual, but he liked it. Then Reyn was pulling away and he felt something leak out of him. He heard the flight officer curse softly.
“Hand me a few tissues.”
Blindly, Goten lifted his arm to fish around atop of the cabinet near the bed, but couldn’t make himself care about the sheets.
“A little too much lubricant.”
Goten dropped the box of tissue behind him. “I had no idea there could be too much of it.” He frowned at the wall when Reyn swiped at his backside with a tissue. He opened his mouth, then closed it quickly. He was suddenly overtaken by the urgency to visit the toilets. He rolled over.
“Hey, you…” Reyn quieted when Goten crawled over him and got out of the bed.
“Toilets.”
The flight officer nodded. He watched Goten sway lightly on his feet while he was grabbing his garments off the floor. Damn, he had not expected it to be so good with the other third-class. No matter what all those stupid tests and reports showed, they were really compatible, after all. He thought that his next goal could be to fuck Goten to the point where his knees buckled.
“You okay?”
Goten’s laughter was strained. “I think there will be a disaster if I don’t get to the toilets in twenty seconds.”
TBC
Converting /tmp/phpguyHzt to /dev/stdout
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 44
When Goten got to the medical room, he was informed that the vegetating Nondren had died during the night. Tamahi was inserting the circumstances of his death into the terminal. Goten gave his back a morose look and, since the chair was taken, went to Tom’s bed. The Human shifted to give the third-class more space and offered him an energetic smile. Seating himself carefully, Goten thought that there was no way he could ask the doctor for something to dull the pain in his bottom. He would just have to bear it.
“Doctor said I am going to recover completely.”
Goten responded to Tom’s grin with one of his own. “That’s good to hear. You were a complete wreck when you got here.”
“The rehabilitation process is going to be slow and painful,” Tamahi said glancing at them.
“Why spoil his joy?” Daniel admonished from the adjacent bed. “You Saiyans are really insensitive.”
Tamahi rolled his eyes at the ceiling. “Goten, why did we save them, again?”
“Because we were bored and had nothing better to do.”
Tom chuckled. Goten turned to look at the ki-cuffed Nondren in his bed. He was sitting, his absent, brooding gaze directed at his lap. The third-class wondered if he was affected by his comrade’s death. He must be. Goten had tried to talk to the Nondren a few times, but he was mostly unresponsive – they didn’t even know his name. Had he attacked a Saiyan ship, they would have made him talk a long time ago and/or just killed him. However, he was responsible for Human deaths, so he wasn’t a Saiyan problem. They just had to get him safely to Meia Colony.
Goten averted his gaze from the Nondren to Andrew. “You seem to be a perpetual patient.”
The man grinned at him. “That’s not true. I’ve got a terminal disease. Tell him, Doc.”
“The only disease you’ve got is laziness,” Tamahi said with a snort. “Get the hell out of here and make yourself useful!”
Andrew widened his eyes theatrically. “I’m a patient!”
Daniel laughed. “You just like the bed.”
Andrew shook his head. “Lies, all lies!” Grinning, he turned to Goten. His curious eyes studied the third-class for a moment, then he asked: “What was that about during breakfast? Did you get promoted or something?”
Goten had no idea how he managed to keep his face from turning red; maybe he was finally getting a hold on his blushes. His butt, though, throbbed dully at the reminder. “No, it’s my birthday today,” he said.
Daniel got all flustered. “Oh, man, why didn’t you tell us? We gotta celebrate!”
Goten shook his head. “Nah, it’s nothing special.”
“Of course it’s special!” Tom denied. “So how old are you now?”
“Eighteen.”
Goten saw all three Humans stare at him in surprise. “What?” he asked.
“You don’t look it,” Daniel said. “I’d give you over twenty.”
“Seriously?” Goten wondered. “We are really talking standard years here, right? Everybody keeps saying I barely look sixteen.”
“Bollocks!”
Goten turned sideways and pointed at Tamahi. “How old do you think he is?”
“Forty!”
“Forty-two!”< br>
“Thirty-five!”
His eyebrows raised, Tamahi swiveled his chair around to face them. “Eighty-nine.”
“What?!”
“No way!”
“Okay, even I didn’t know he was that old,” Goten said with a chuckle. He threw his hands up when everyone stared at him accusingly. “Oh, c’mon! It’s practically impossible to tell a Saiyan’s age from thirty to about a hundred thirty or so.”
The doctor muttered something under his breath. “To any other Saiyan Goten does look like a kid, though,” he said before turning away with his chair. “A babe just out of diapers.”
“Thank you very much!” The third-class bowed his head theatrically. “I’m certain I couldn’t have lived without your kind descriptions.”
“Well, but you are!”
Goten turned away from Tamahi to offer a bright smile to the Humans. Humans and Saiyans read faces differently, so they often had misconceptions about each other. He wondered how off he was with his guesses about the three Humans, but wasn’t really interested enough in the topic to pursue it further.
“So we have to celebrate!” Daniel said enthusiastically. “Eighteen comes only once in a lifetime!”
You’d be surprised, Goten thought.
“Why do I feel as if my back is on fire?” Tamahi grunted, lifting his eyes from the computer screen. “Oh, no, no.”
“Oh, c’mon!” Daniel insisted. “Just a few shots! To refresh our mouths after we sing ‘Happy Birthday’!”
“It’s such an important anniversary!” Tom endorsed. “Unique!”
“Nobody would ever notice,” Andrew promised.
ooOoOoOoo
Goten’s eyes blinked open to someone shaking his shoulder. He grinned happily and raised his arms to wrap them around Reyn’s right leg. “Reyn!” he chirped ecstatically, rubbing his cheek against it.The flight officer’s eyebrows rose and he stepped away from the stench coming from the other third-class’s mouth. Drunk as a skunk. And while on watch, too. He was going to report Goten one of these days. Just to teach him a lesson. Reyn took another look at the stirring bodies around the room. Could Goten smell a party when it was about to start or something? Maybe he could foresee them? Just like he had been able to foresee the danger on Orion?
“Hey, hey, what are you celebrating? Don’t tell me…” Adriel sang, ravishing all the corners in the medical room with thirsty eyes. His eyes caught sight of an empty bottle of medical spirit on the floor and he almost started bouncing. “Why did nobody invite me? I’m insulted. I’m veeeerrryyy insulted!”
“It’s Goten’s birthday,” Daniel slurred out. “Eighteenth.” Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes.
Adriel clapped his hands in delight. “What? You lost your virginity and had your birthday all in one go? An awesome birthday present!” He punched the air. “Woot!”
For a moment, Daniel looked uncertain, then he looked at Tom, who looked at Andrew. Then all three of them looked at Goten.
“So who’s the lucky lady?” Daniel asked.
Reyn caught Goten’s hand before it could touch him, but it was too late. Drawn by the motion, the Humans’ eyes set on him.
“That,” Tom said, staring at the flight officer reproachfully, “hardy qualifies as a lady.”
Gotten giggled mindlessly. “You bet! I still can’t sit proper-” He didn’t finish the sentence because Reyn’s hand covered his mouth.
“Off you go,” Reyn said, heaving the other third-class up off the floor. He thought about throwing the other man over his shoulder and just carrying him off before he could embarrass himself any further in front of his newly found Human buddies, but then decided against it – Goten would probably vomit all over the floor. As it was, he started leading the unsteady man towards the exit.
On his way, he cast a look at the Nondren. What the hell had Goten been thinking? And where the hell had he gotten so many ki-cuffs? Each of the pirate’s feet was bound to his wrists by ki-cuffs and then secured to the metal leg of the bed by two more ki-cuffs. He looked as if someone with a serious inclination towards bondage had worked on him. He was glaring at Goten’s stupidly grinning face with unconcealed hatred. Reyn couldn’t blame the pirate.
“And you… I thought you were smarter,” Reyn said to Tamahi, who was curled up near the door.
The doctor blinked at him groggily, saluted and, yawning, settled back into sleep.
When the flight officer dragged Goten into his cabin, Edesha tensed at first, then after noticing that Goten was just drunk, gave Reyn a questioning look.
“Tamahi,” the flight officer said as if that explained everything.
Edesha looked at the youngest crew member thoughtfully while Reyn picked his way towards Goten’s bed. The flight officer pushed the hardly coherent man onto the mattress and started taking his boots off.
“Who’s watching over the damn pirate?”
“No one.”
“Bloody idiots,” Edesha growled. He headed for the door with the intention of taking up the task himself. “Punch him one when he wakes up.”
Reyn arranged Goten’s boots next to the bed and straightened. He looked at Goten’s face. The youth was frowning in his sleep. Then a fart echoed in the cabin and the third-class’s features smoothed out into a content expression.
“Lovely,” Edesha spat from across the cabin.
Reyn did nothing to stop the angered Saiyan from leaving the cabin; Edesha’s irritation was going to siphon out after seeing the captive. He might even get a laugh or two. That, however, was not going to stop Edesha from lecturing Goten later.
ooOoOoOoo
His mouth felt as if he had tried to eat Mr. Elite. Goten rolled onto his back and, pressing his palm to his forehead, let out a pitiful groan. He called for the lights and let out another groan when the glow hit his eyes as if it were a hammer. Almost blind, he blinked at the clock above the door and deciphered that he had woken up just in time for dinner.“Goddamnit,” he muttered, “never drinking again.” That was not true, of course, and he knew that even before uttering the words.
He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. His backside still pained him, but the visit there ended successfully, without serious trauma. He headed for the kitchens, but wasn’t certain whether he would be able to eat anything. A mug of tea or just water seemed to be a much better idea than solid food.
For some reason, it was very lively in the canteen. Laughter and excited conversations would break out here and there. It was mostly Saiyans, though, who were so energetic. Humans seemed wary and surprised at their loud voices and guffaws. Suspicious, Goten eyed the mugs in his crew mates’ hands. Even Reyn was drinking something that looked like his usual coffee. Curious, Goten approached him and took hold of his mug. Thinking that he wanted him to share, the flight officer let him. He pulled it away when Goten sniffed at the coffee.
“You know, I am afraid to even ask what you’re celebrating,” Goten muttered, lifting his eyes and casting another look around the milling people.
“Then don’t.”
Goten gave him a look and Reyn shrugged. “Don’t sweat it. It’s just an occasion to get drunk. Anything would do. I think fixing the washing machine will result in a grand celebration, too.”
“Yeah…” Goten drawled. He leaned against the wall next to the flight officer. His eyes set on Adriel, who was angrily explaining something to Sildara, waving his hands about. “What’s with those two?”
“Just another fight.”
“What this time?”
“This morning Sildara caught Adriel peeping at the Human women in the showers.”
“Why is Sildara the one being shouted at, then?”
Reyn sipped his enhanced coffee and shrugged. “Adriel,” he said, as if that explained everything.
“I’d probably kill him if he were my boyfriend.”
“Well,” Reyn sighed, “he could never be your boyfriend, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
Goten wondered why the flight officer said that, then decided that it was pretty obvious that men similar to Adriel were just too unpredictable and too intense for him. He preferred stability over everything. If he had any say in it, he would never choose Adriel for a partner. On the other hand, things just happened. Like him constantly thinking about that damn purple-haired bastard.
Reyn grunted in surprise when the other third-class swiped the mug out of his fingers and, in two gulps, emptied it. “Can you get some more of the stuff?” he asked, pushing it back into Reyn’s hand.
The flight officer nodded and went to replenish his supplies. He returned in a few minutes with two mugs and held one out for Goten, who grabbed it with the grace of a man dying of thirst. They stood side by side, drinking quietly, and it was some time later before Goten noticed that Reyn was gone. The spat between Adriel and Sildara seemed to finally be over and Goten went to greet them. He was met with cheers and congratulations on both his birthday and his loss of virginity. Goten didn’t care enough to correct them.
“Has Reyn gone to sleep already?” he asked Adriel.
The navigator shook his head and pointed somewhere further in the canteen. Goten’s eyes followed the motion to settle on Reyn’s back. He was talking to someone, but Goten couldn’t identify who it was since the flight officer stood in front of his companion, covering most of him.
Adriel took a better look at who was protruding from behind Reyn. “I think it’s the same guy who has been complaining about Jadenas and the twins having no shame.”
Goten blinked at him. “Huh?”
“He doesn’t like them having sex and he likes the noise that comes out of it even less,” Adriel explained generously. “I wonder what Reyn could be talking to him about… He’s kinda tipsy.” He watched the scene at the other end of the canteen uncertainly. “He gets quarrelsome when drunk. Maybe you should check it out?”
“Ah.” A nagging suspicion settled in the pit of Goten’s stomach and, hastily, he started making his way to the two. Just as he had guessed, it was the same man who had seen them making out in the showers. Reyn’s voice was just above a hiss, but the menacing vehemence behind it was unmistakable.
“…the wrong way and I’ll shove my boot up your ass.”
The Human snarled in anger. “Stop threatening me or I’ll complain! I doubt you’ll like standing in front of Military Tribunal! The protocol…”
“I’ll fuck you like I fuck protocol,” Reyn promised with a lethal smile, wrapping his right arm around the Human’s shoulders and squeezing. He saluted his captive with his mug of coffee, and it became clear to Goten that Adriel had been absolutely right – Reyn was going to eat the Earthling alive.
“Oh, here you are,” Goten chirped cheerfully, wrapping his arm around Reyn’s shoulders so that now the three of them made a chain. “Getting along just fine, I see.”
“Oh, yeah,” Reyn confirmed. “We’ve become inseparable buddies.” Taking a sip from his mug, he gripped the Human’s shoulders even firmer, making him let out a sharp squeak. It came to Goten that the conflict was similar to what he had experienced when he first set foot on Starcut – once tipsy, Reyn started flinging sexual insults and threats. Goten wondered whether this was how his sexual frustration showed. On the other hand, except for those few times with Reyn, he knew close to nothing about the other man’s sexual life. This wasn’t fair since Reyn knew everything about his.
Goten started to pout. “Now, that makes me jealous,” he complained to both the Earthling and Reyn. His hand slid off the flight officer’s shoulders to wrap snuggly around his waist. The other third-class gave Goten a funny look, opened his mouth to say something, then changed his mind and closed it again. In any case, Goten’s diversion worked – Reyn’s interest in the Human visibly dwindled.
“If you think that you can…” the Earthling started saying, not wanting to give up so easily. He trailed off at the sight of a blue ki-ball appearing in Goten’s palm. The Saiyan didn’t say a word, but there was something about him indicating that he would indeed launch it at him if he didn’t keep his mouth shut.
The sudden absence of the warmth on his waist made Reyn’s eyes follow Goten’s arm. He was in time to see the ki-ball disappear. “Why don’t you piss off and mind your own business?” the flight officer suggested to the Human, tightening his hold over the fragile shoulders again to be more convincing. This time it worked and the Earthling, with one last defiant glare at Reyn, sauntered away.
He would probably report Reyn to the captain, but Goten didn’t think that it would have any consequences at all. If anything, it would only make Reyn less tolerant of Humans. Goten turned his head to look at Reyn when the older man’s hand dove into his hair and settled there. It didn’t tug, didn’t stroke, just rested there, feeling his scalp. The other third-class was sipping the last drops of his enhanced coffee, the look on his face moody.
When Goten tugged the flight officer forward and started leading him in the direction of the door, he followed Goten without questioning; he probably felt he had overdone it with the Human. On their way, Reyn set his empty mug on one of the tables they were passing. From across the canteen, Adriel saluted Goten with his drink and soundlessly mouthed something out the third-class didn’t understand.
The half-lit corridor was almost empty, only a few Earthlings walking by. It occurred to Goten that, past getting Reyn away from the annoying Human, he didn’t know where he intended to take him. After a short thought, he settled on his and Edesha’s cabin. It was probably not a very good idea since he knew that Derek was probably all alone in Reyn’s cabin but, on the other hand, Reyn could use some time to get the alcohol out of his system.
Once inside, they settled on Goten’s bed and the third-class was instantly engulfed by the previous night’s memories. His face flushed brilliant red. Reyn gave him a questioning look, then caught on and chuckled. He wrapped his arm around Goten’s waist and tickled his side playfully. The younger male wasn’t ticklish there, but Reyn accidentally brushed over his tail, which was still firmly wrapped around his waist, and the touch made him feel warm.
“Uh-oh,” Reyn chuckled at the intense look in Goten’s eyes. “Someone wants it badly.” When the younger man leaned in, he opened his mouth to meet Goten’s. The younger man’s hands rounded his shoulders, rubbing them, trying to bring him closer.
Wet, smacking, and slurping sounds filled the cabin. Goten didn’t particularly like kissing. No, it wasn’t that he didn’t like kissing. After having practiced on the base, he had grown to love it, in fact. It was just that Ranvera had informed him that he wasn’t particularly good at it. He believed that he got a better deal out of kissing while his partners had to put up with his half-assed skill. He liked Reyn’s kisses, too – they made him hot and needy, but he wondered what Reyn thought of his.
Goten’s hands left Reyn’s shoulders and wandered down to his chest. Circling and stroking, they tried to feel Reyn through the fabric of his uniform. Goten’s mouth trailed a set of kisses down the other man’s jaw then, with his cheek, he nudged the flight officer’s head to the side to get better access to the muscular column of his neck. Sucking lightly, he set on unbuttoning the older man’s jacket.
Reyn helped Goten to get the jacket off him, then hummed in appreciation when the other third-class splayed out his warm palms on his bare chest. Goten’s hands slid over his chest and sides, massaging, stroking. Goten was impatient. He was already hard, his cock tenting his trousers. He was probably leaking, too. Eager, he grasped Reyn’s belt and undid the loop with one precise tug. He wanted to rub himself against the flight officer, against all of his skin. He wanted Reyn badly. If he ever got to fuck Reyn, it was now. He expected that the alcohol in his system would make the other man more compliant.
Goten’s hands dove into Reyn’s underwear and he righted the man’s cock upwards. It was hot and half-hard, just as his own. He gave it a few tentative strokes, then tightened his grip, making the flight officer groan at the pressure. Goten let go and, after unzipping Reyn’s trousers all the way, hooked his hands under his ass. Reyn lifted himself and Goten wasted no time in getting rid of his underwear and trousers. He dropped the garments next to the bed. His hands returned to caress the other man’s naked body.
When Goten started pushing him backwards onto his bed, Reyn realized what the younger man wanted. After his first time – what now seemed ages ago – he had never been on the receiving end. He knew he had promised Goten, but now was reluctant to keep his word. There was no other way, though. If he wanted Goten to become his permanent partner, some sacrifices had to be made.
At some point, Goten noticed that his jacket was hanging open and he shrugged it off; he hadn’t even noticed when Reyn had seen to that. The other man’s fingers flicked over his nipples and Goten didn’t even try to bite back a soft moan that spilled past his lips. He had Reyn under him, well most of him, and it was the most exhilarating feeling he had ever known. He wanted to fuck him, now.
Clumsily, not wanting to leave the heat of the other man’s body, Goten leaned away and peeled the rest of his uniform off. Then he frantically looked around on the floor for the flight officer’s clothes. His fingers trembling with impatience, he ransacked the pockets until he found a condom in Reyn’s trousers. Just as he had expected – Reyn was prepared. Goten hoped that he had at least a boxful of these. The bottle of the universal washing liquid was where Reyn left it yesterday – under the bed.
It was Goten’s first time putting a condom on, but he had seen how Reyn had done it. He fumbled with the wrapping then, impatiently, tore at its corner with his teeth. He got it out and, soon, under Reyn’s scrutinizing eyes, had it rolled down his shaft. Smoothing the latex out, he reached out for the bottle of universal washing liquid. He poured some into his hand. He shivered and is eyes widened slightly at the coolness when he palmed himself. He gave himself a few strokes, then looked back at Reyn. All this time, the flight officer had been watching him with expressionless face and Goten thought that he didn’t look very happy about the idea.
“You did promise,” Goten reminded him, his voice husky with lust.
“I did,” Reyn agreed. He let Goten hook his hands under his thighs and pull him towards the edge of the bed so that his legs were spread wide at Goten’s sides. Now he was lying on his back, the top of his head almost propped against the wall. He was half-hard, which indicated that he wasn’t as much opposed to the idea as he was trying to act.
Drunk with lust and excitement, Goten poured more of universal washing liquid into his right hand and brought it between Reyn’s legs to spread it there. The flight officer grunted, either at the cool lubricant or in unexpectedness or both. Goten couldn’t think of any reason why it would be unexpected, though. He rubbed the lubricant over the hole, then pressed two of his fingers in. It was hot inside. The muscles clamped down on his fingers at first, but then Reyn let out a shuddery breath and Goten’s fingers slid in further, to their knuckles and past. Not certain what he was doing, Goten pulled them out and then, trying to scoop more lubricant from around the hole, pushed his fingers back into the flight officer.
Goten was moving his fingers rhythmically and Reyn closed his eyes. He was grunting softly every time the other third-class’s digits brushed over his prostate. Goten herded more of the lubricant into him and then pulled his fingers out. Reyn opened his eyes to see him positioning himself against his hole. The sight made him grab fistfuls of sheets, but Goten slid in quite easily. His face showed surprise at the nearly effortless entrance, then he let go of his shaft and, with only the help of his hips, pushed all the way in until his balls came flush to Reyn’s ass.
Experimenting, Goten pulled slightly backwards, then thrust back in. “Can I…?” he asked, his voice thick with ache. He saw Reyn grin at the desperation in his voice. The other man nodded.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
His voice was somewhat strained and Goten wondered whether it was really okay, but he had been given permission and didn’t want to question it since he felt as if his balls would fall off if he stalled any further. He gripped the other side of Reyn’s knees and spread the other man even wider. He pulled Reyn closer yet, if that was possible. He started thrusting, slowly and carefully at first, then the heat and tightness pulled him in. He tried to hold back, but Reyn’s hands reached out to grab at his thighs. His fingers dug into the younger man’s flesh, encouraging him.
Goten’s eyes were fixed on where he and Reyn were joined by his cock. Hungrily, he watched himself fuck the other man. His cock was glossy with lubricant, the slick sound of him thrusting in and out fueling his lust even more. Both of them were panting loudly, Reyn’s eyes still closed. He was feeling it, though, and intensely so – his neck and chest were flushed with color and heat. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead and temples, some of his short hair sticking to his skin. His cock appeared to be hard as a rock, bent towards his stomach, the tip drooling.
Goten wanted to keep his eyes on where he and Reyn were joined, but soon it turned into an impossible task. His eyelids fluttered shut while the only remaining thoughts in his head were the heat surrounding his cock and the narrow passage he kept thrusting into. His hips flexed on their own. Soon the cabin was filled with desperate grunts and moans and it took him some time to realize that they were his. He clamped his mouth shut, but soon grunts and pants found their way through his lips again. He was getting closer.
Reyn was touching himself now, his hand stroking his cock in time with his thrusts, his thumb continuously flicking over the profusely leaking head. Goten was pounding into him now, fucking him in earnest, without any thought of consideration. Reyn was getting close, his ass burning both with roughness and pleasure. Goten’s hands slid down his thighs to his buttocks, trying to find purchase to be able to keep a firmer hold on him, but it didn’t work and he grabbed at his knees, pushing them backwards, bending him, so that his ass was now tilted even more.
Goten felt it coming, his lust skyrocketing, his balls turning hard like rocks. His thrusts became shallower, faster, his heartbeat deafening in his ears. Without any awareness, groans were spilling through his gritted teeth while his hips ground against Reyn’s ass incessantly. His back was already arching with urgency, his fingers digging into Reyn’s legs, bending him nearly in half. He hammered into the other man for a few more seconds then, jerkily, hips snapped forward, burying his cock into Reyn up to its hilt one, two times. Baring his teeth, he tossed his head back and stilled while his cock spurted into the condom. Vaguely, he could feel Reyn stroking his stomach.
When his orgasm was over, dizzily, he continued rocking against Reyn, stroking his thighs, still high in the aftermath. It had been amazing. Utterly, shockingly delicious. He was already softening, though, his cock now useless. Shakily, he pulled out, his limp penis dangling pitifully between his legs. Awkward, he wetted his dry lips with his tongue when Reyn didn’t move, staying just like that, staring at him with hungry eyes, with his legs spread and his red leaking cock still hard and throbbing. Goten leaned forward, wrapped his fingers around the cock and raised it so that he could take it into his mouth. Reyn’s hands dove into his hair at once. This time the grip on his hair was firm, painful even. He could feel the older male shivering, his muscles flexing. He was close, very close.
The taste of precome was sharp in his mouth and Goten wasn’t certain he liked it. It wasn’t repulsing, but it was very distinctive, to the point where Goten knew he would always remember what the other man tasted like. When Goten’s lips slid down his shaft, Reyn let out a shuddery breath, his eyes shutting. Goten sucked and he thrust upwards. The younger male pressed his hands against his thighs to hold him down. He pulled his head away so that now only the tip remained in his mouth. He washed it with his tongue, rubbing the very tip of it against the profusely leaking slit, then sucked again. Reyn approved that with a loud groan.
By the end of his earnest labor, just before Reyn thrust up into his mouth as far as he was allowed to and came, Goten worked out that once he had the pattern down, he would probably be able to apply it successfully on any other man. Amused at the thought, he wondered what other man he would blow; it was not as if he had a wide range of choice. He was taken aback when, in his head, blue eyes flashed at him unexpectedly. They were followed by a purple blob of hair. Forgetting what he was doing, Goten choked on Reyn’s sperm.
Damn.
Coughing, Goten let Reyn’s softening cock slip from his mouth and looked around for the box of tissues. He pulled out a few sheets and, guiltily, started wiping his face. All this time he had been trying to avoid confronting this. He was gaining experience in sex and loving it. It was all well and good, but the thing that worried him was the accompanying sense of wicked achievement. He kept thinking that, if he met the prince now, it would be a little different. He didn’t know how exactly, but now he wouldn’t seem like a complete hick anymore. The prince liked to feel wiser, more experienced, liked lecturing and teasing him. Now the extent of his power and influence over him wouldn’t be so big.
Another thing that bothered Goten more than he would have liked to admit was Reyn’s age. The man was older than him by ten years and it was only natural that, unconsciously, the flight officer felt protective or even tried to patronize him. He didn’t particularly mind being coddled, but some aspects of this behavior reminded him of the prince all too well. He didn’t think anyone could beat the prince’s self-confidence, teasing, or lecturing, but he glimpsed all of those things in Reyn. It also made him wonder if these traits really were so visible in Reyn or whether it was him who was specially looking for them in other men. If it was the latter, he was pretty much screwed. He hadn’t paid much attention to assertive men before. To think that his preferences had changed after meeting the prince… It was better not to think, after all.
ooOoOoOoo
The next morning, Goten woke up to something touching his nape. Sleepily, he batted backwards with his hand at the disturbance. He heard a soft chuckle behind his back and recognized it as Reyn’s. The flight officer’s mouth descended on his nape again. Goten sighed contently at the contact and lowered his head to bare more skin to the pleasant treatment. Slowly, the awareness of the cabin filled him: he was in his bed with Reyn. He was naked under the cover, probably just as the flight officer was. They must have slept through the night. The thing that surprised Goten was how warm and safe he felt.The flight officer’s tongue washed Goten’s skin, leaving a wet trail on the side of the younger man’s neck. “Are you in the mood for a quickie?” Reyn asked when Goten murmured in appreciation. His hips pressed to Goten’s backside suggestively to give the other man a taste of his morning erection. He felt a pang of peculiar discontentment after having noticed that the hickey on the side of Goten’s neck had almost faded already.
They were indeed naked. Without much thought, Goten moved his legs forward, presenting himself to the older man and giving him all the access he needed. The hard length started rubbing itself between his buttocks lewdly. Even so, Goten couldn’t help chuckling.
“Are we going to take turns?”
Reyn laughed at first, then gave this some thought. “Hmm… Is that a problem?”
“I’d rather toss a coin,” Goten said honestly. “This is somehow…childish.” It had taken him no time to realize that Reyn preferred topping to bottoming. There was no big difference to Goten, at least in so far as he could tell from his limited experience: he had liked taking Reyn more, but he had come just as hard with Reyn inside him. Nevertheless, he neither wanted to give in nor yearned to dominate the other man completely. Neither was going to work in the first place. He knew, however, that this would make him self-conscious next time it was his turn to do Reyn.
“A coin it is, then,” Reyn agreed, pulling himself away from Goten. “Even though, personally, I find this no less childish. Should I get one now?”
“There’s a limit to how stupid y-,” Goten started saying, turning around, then trailed off at the grin on Reyn’s face. The man was just teasing him. Goten flopped back onto his side to face the wall again. “Bastard. Just get on with it!”
“Hey, don’t make it sound like you’re doing a chore; I know you like it.”
“Do you?”
Reyn liked a challenge and Goten was a challenge if he ever saw one. He knew Goten probably hadn’t gotten a lot of pleasure from their first time, but he was going to remedy that. He was most likely still sore down there as well, but it should be alright if he handled it carefully. Besides, the more frequently they did it, the faster Goten would get used to it.
“I will make you whimper and cream yourself like a little girl,” he whispered, catching Goten’s earlobe and sucking on it.
Goten shivered, his eyes widening in surprise. “I don’t think little girls do that.”
Reyn chuckled. “Shows what you know.”
Goten pouted at the wall, but whatever smart ass comments he had at the ready flew out of his head when Reyn’s hand gripped him at the front and, at the same time, a hard rod was pressed against his backside again. The fingers on Goten’s shaft started stroking him, making him harden further. Reyn’s body molded around his, his chest coming flush to Goten’s back.
Reyn let go of Goten’s cock and shifted away, turning to his other side to look around on the floor for the bottle of universal liquid. The other third-class raised his head and turned to see what was amiss. Reyn found the bottle quickly and returned to Goten’s side. Kissing the younger man’s back, he stroked Goten’s shaft again.
He ran his hand along Goten’s side, down his hip, then his palm hooked around it and pushed it forward to Goten’s chest, raising the leg a little as well.
“Hold it there.”
The younger man nodded, swallowing loudly. He felt lightheaded with anticipation.
The flight officer squeezed out some liquid onto his palm then, checking, shook the bottle; there wasn’t much left. His hand went south and pressed against Goten’s ass. He heard the other man exhale with a grunt when his fingers slid inside. The muscles around him spasmed at first, then Goten forced himself to relax, allowing him an easy entry. The man was a quick learner.
Reyn thrust his fingers in and out a few times until he was reassured that Goten would be able to take him without much discomfort. He pulled his fingers out and tortured the last drops of washing liquid out of the bottle. He coated his member, giving himself languid, teasing strokes, then shifted a little bit down the bed and positioned himself against Goten’s entrance.
The younger man’s body was tense while he was guiding himself inside, but he could hear him breathing loudly, trying to relax. The younger male shifted his hips to get a more comfortable angle, then stilled again. The passage felt less restricted than it had felt the first time. Goten was going to get used to penetration in no time at all. Almost effortlessly, he pushed all the way in until his balls came flush with Goten’s buttocks.
It took Goten a few moments to realize that it felt somehow different from the previous time. It took a few more to realize what it was exactly that bothered him. He tensed.
“You aren’t wearing a condom.”
It was not a question, it was a statement, and Reyn was able to sense both irate disbelief and concern in it.
“We don’t really need them unless it’s for aesthetics.”
Goten said nothing to that, waiting for Reyn to elaborate his words.
“Well, the only person you’ve ever slept with is me, and I know I don’t carry anything.”
“How so?” Goten asked, his voice still annoyed.
“All crews must have a health check-up before a flight. I didn’t have one this time, none of us did, but the most recent relationship I had was almost a year ago.”
Reyn sounded serious and Goten believed him. His shoulders relaxed. “I suppose it’s fine, then.”
The flight officer chuckled. “Besides, it’s much more fun without a condom – I get to come inside.”
Goten tried to turn his head to look at his face, but had to give up on the thought since, with Reyn holding him by his side and the way Reyn was buried in him, he could hardly move.
“Do you want me to have diarrhea? Thanks, but no, thanks.” He felt puffs of breath ghost over his shoulders when Reyn chuckled. “I’m serious,” Goten repeated.
“So am I,” Reyn said, his teeth scraping against the younger man’s shoulder blade. His hips started undulating against Goten’s in slow, measured circles. “It will take five times – ten at most – and you will get used to having semen inside you.”
“I’m not sure I want to,” Goten said after a pause. He could feel Reyn growing inside him, stretching him wider. The dull ache returned, but it felt good too, to be stretched like that. He blushed at the thought and it was a good thing that Reyn couldn’t see all of his face.
Reyn laughed. “Sure you do. The thought arouses you,” he said, cupping Goten’s erection to prove he was right.
“A little bit,” Goten agreed, the color on his face darkening. He felt the other man’s shaft slide almost all the way out of him, then it thrust back in. It pulled away again and slid back in. Reyn’s palm was still wrapped around his cock firmly, his fingers rubbing over the head. The length inside him retreated again and then glided all the way back. Out, back in. Out, back in. It still stung somewhat, but it was also slippery. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the inward and outward motions inside him. Warmth spread over his body when Reyn shifted and found the right angle so that nearly every time he thrust in, he would brush over his prostate.
The dull pain in his ass was soon replaced by a needy ache. With a soft moan, Goten pressed the side of his face into the pillow. He didn’t even feel ashamed anymore for enjoying this to such an extent.
“Hnhn…”
The heated whimper made Reyn want to increase his pace, but he just gripped Goten’s cock tighter and continued fucking him with slow, leisurely thrusts. Goten had finally allowed himself to relax completely and just take it. In several moments, the younger male pulled his leg higher, giving him even more access, and he ground against Goten’s buttocks in circular motions. The younger male moaned softly and, in a backward gesture, reached out behind himself to grasp at Reyn's thigh.
“A-alright,” he gasped out, “you can come in-mmhm-side.”
Reyn kissed his shoulder to show his appreciation. “Damn, you are easy.”
“T-told you so,” Goten grunted, swallowing loudly to wet his throat. “I’m going to regret thi-mhiinn-s, aren’t I? Mhmn!”
“I hope not.”
“Tha-ah-ah-ts too ambiguous.”
“You’re being fucked, Goten – there’s nothing ambiguous about that. Shut up and just take it.”
The words made Goten moan. His ass was burning in need while he was straining against the other man. He startled and his eyes flew open when Reyn smacked at his thigh. Goten stilled in surprise.
“Don’t like that, huh?”
Goten shook his head. “I’m n-not into that k-kind of thing.”
“How would you know?”
Silently, only his shallow breathing heard, Goten just shook his head again, and, point taken, Reyn resumed thrusting in and out of him unhurriedly. He wasn’t very fond of inflicting pain in bed either, however he'd had his share of bed-partners who loved being spanked, tied, or being dominated completely. If that made them more aroused, why not?
“Mmn… Ah… Ghm… Ah…Ah… Ghnnh… Fuuuuuck… Mnnn… Oh, yes!”
Reyn grinned at the last one. Sweat was dripping down his brow while he was trying to maintain a steady rhythm. To keep himself quiet, Goten had tried to bury his face into the pillow, but his position didn’t exactly allow for that, thus the cabin was filled with his soft moans.
He felt a little guilty for prolonging this since he knew that Goten would be sore again, maybe even more so than he had been before. The quickie had turned out to be not so quick after all.
“Mnm… Shit… Ahh! Ahh! Mnn…”
“Ready to come yet?”
“S-stop ask-asking and d- Ah!”
Reyn snapped his hips forward to cease the incoming flow of complaints. He drew back at once and flexed his hips again, hard, and again, now fucking Goten in earnest.
It felt as if his ass and dick were on fire. His disjointed thoughts didn’t even reach the surface since all he could think about was coming. Reyn was fucking him into oblivion. His thrusts were rocking both of them, the springs creaking. He could vaguely feel the other man’s balls slapping against his buttocks, the sound lost in the blood drumming in his ears. The cock in his ass was drilling him harder and harder. He grasped at the sheets with his right hand while his left dug into Reyn’s thigh behind him. His eyelids started fluttering madly.
Goten’s back and shoulders tensed when he started coming. Reyn felt him tighten around him, but for some time he was still loose enough to allow him entry. Then his muscles constricted around him and he forced himself to still or otherwise he would risk injuring Goten.
“Oh, fuck,” Reyn pressed his forehead against the younger male’s back. Immobile, he panted against it, wishing nothing else than to continue thrusting into that tight hole. “Shit.”
Slowly, what felt like ages to Reyn, Goten’s back relaxed, his shoulders slumping. He tried thrusting again, but it was still too tight, Goten grunting painfully at his attempt.
“That hurts,” Goten complained after he had tried thrusting in one more time. He heard Reyn curse softly and almost felt sorry for the other man. Reyn’s hips were undulating against his backside fruitlessly. At least the motions were easing some of the tension.
Reyn heard Goten exhale loudly, then he took a few deep breaths. In a few moments, he felt the muscles around him relaxing. He tried thrusting again and this time Goten uttered no protest. He took it slow at first, then, when the passage became looser, quickened his pace. He soon was pistoning in and out with his previous speed.
The slapping sounds of Reyn’s hips against his ass were echoing in the cabin and Goten wondered absently where Edesha was. It wouldn’t do for him to come in suddenly. He shivered at a well-placed thrust against his prostate and closed his eyes. This was definitely different from the quickie the flight officer had promised. He was going to get hard again if Reyn kept this up. However, the harsh breathing against his back and the desperation in his thrusts indicated that he wasn’t going to last for long. Now Reyn was pounding into him without any awareness, his thrusts painful. Goten’s fingers fisted into the sheets while he braced himself, but then the other man was coming, his body tensing, arching off his back. Goten’s eyes widened at the feel of the warmth gushing inside him. Reyn was riding out his orgasm and kept coming inside him for a few more seconds. Goten closed his eyes, his insides feeling warm now. It felt…good, actually. Unusual, but he liked it. Then Reyn was pulling away and he felt something leak out of him. He heard the flight officer curse softly.
“Hand me a few tissues.”
Blindly, Goten lifted his arm to fish around atop of the cabinet near the bed, but couldn’t make himself care about the sheets.
“A little too much lubricant.”
Goten dropped the box of tissue behind him. “I had no idea there could be too much of it.” He frowned at the wall when Reyn swiped at his backside with a tissue. He opened his mouth, then closed it quickly. He was suddenly overtaken by the urgency to visit the toilets. He rolled over.
“Hey, you…” Reyn quieted when Goten crawled over him and got out of the bed.
“Toilets.”
The flight officer nodded. He watched Goten sway lightly on his feet while he was grabbing his garments off the floor. Damn, he had not expected it to be so good with the other third-class. No matter what all those stupid tests and reports showed, they were really compatible, after all. He thought that his next goal could be to fuck Goten to the point where his knees buckled.
“You okay?”
Goten’s laughter was strained. “I think there will be a disaster if I don’t get to the toilets in twenty seconds.”
TBC
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