Outlaw Star Fan Fiction ❯ Makin' Love On Economy ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

let's get backwards
and forget our restless destination

"Sorry about all this," Fred groaned for the umpteenth time.

"I'm tellin' you, Fred, it's no big deal," Gene insisted. "If you're payin' for it, we got nothin' better to be doing." He gestured toward the seat in the cockpit usually occupied by Aisha. "Crazy chick's off at some food festival, scrounging for her own...cultural delicacies, so you can sit there if you wanna hang out up here with us."

Jim popped up from his seat in the front. "Yeah, how come you're ridin' up with us, anyway?"

"I was called out by a business associate of my mother's, who wants me there immediately for my opinion on this issue. But my fastest ship is undergoing inspection, and the second fastest is with my father at a benefactors' conference on Red Rush Station, You were the speediest ship I had available - and you were going my way, anyway."

"What sort of issues?" asked Jim.

Fred grinned and tugged on his ear. "That's completely classified, I'm afraid!"

Melfina fluttered into the cockpit. "Sorry, sorry, I could have sworn I left the stove on! Am I the only thing we're missing for takeoff?"

"Suit up, Mel!" said Jim, and she slipped into the navigation chamber, preparing them all for launch.

The sequence proceeded with no hang-ups, and the crew cleared the station running smoothly. Fred marveled as they penetrated the artificial atmosphere - "I'm not usually watching this part" - and soon they were able to stabilize, and Gene let Mel and Gilliam do all the flying while he went in search of food.

Fred followed and found him munching on some toast. "I just - I wanted to thank you again, for this. On such short notice, and all."

Gene chewed noisily and then swallowed. "Fred, I mean it, it's not a big deal." He paused, as if thinking about it more thoroughly. "Sorry it's not your fancy first class."

"Oh, no! It's all quite fascinating to see how this ship works. It's such a unique vessel." He grimaced a little with distaste. "I still don't understand why that bio-android girl of yours has to strip completely nude just to fly the damn thing - "

"Ah c'mon, Fred, isn't it a nice in-flight view?" Gene leered.

"Oh, stop," said Fred, feigning offense. "You know full well I'm hardly interested." As if for emphasis, Fred shifted gears and swung a pale arm around Gene's shoulders, fingertips playing at the scars on his upper arm. Gene shuddered and then shoved, hard, knocking the laughing executive back into the kitchen seats. A look passed between them as Fred tried to regain his composure, and that sent them both to cackling. Soon Gene had come to sit on the opposite end of the bench, trying to catch his breath as their laughter died down, and then they were merely sitting in companionable silence.

Which Gene promptly broke. "She ain't mine."

Fred started slightly, turning to look at Gene and fussing at his own hair. "Come again?"

Gene shifted, too, awkwardly. "Melfina. She's not 'my' bio-android girl. I...she and I kinda gave up."

"...Oh. How so?"

"We're working a lot better as just friends, is all," said Gene. "Like me and Jim."

"Like me and you, Gene?" asked Fred, voice soft and loaded with mixed emotions.

"Uh, yeah," said Gene. "Yeah."

"...I see."

"Fred, I'm just - I needed to tell someone, to just talk about it a little. Jim's just a kid, he doesn't get it, and usually I'd talk to Mel but it's all about her this time..." He sighed, slumping back into the seat. "We were so - so ready, Fred! This was gonna be the chick I spent the rest of my damn life with. Me, Gene Starwind, settling down!"

"Oh Gene, I'm so sorry."

"I don't know where and I dunno how, but I musta done something to screw shit up again, just like always!" He pounded on the table in front of them, rattling an empty bowl. "What'm I doin' wrong, Fred?"

"You've done nothing wrong, Gene Starwind, and if you ask me she's an imbecile because how anyone in the seven hells could turn down someone like you is beyond any reason I could fathom."

Gene grabbed him by the back of the head and it all went downhill. Fred had always suspected their lips would fit together spectacularly - he'd studied on it as much as possible - but he hadn't been quite prepared for just how excellent it felt.

"You're an extraordinary kisser," he breathed when they pulled apart.

"Yeah, tell that to her," Gene growled, starting back in on Fred's lower lip, teasing at it sensuously with just the right smooth mix of pressure and tongue and teeth. Fred couldn't handle it for very long - he'd always been in love with Gene's mouth - so he was soon tugging on his brilliant hair and drawing him back up to kiss properly. Every slick slip of Gene's tongue was suggestive to Fred, implying all sorts of other magnificent things they could be doing together - a number of which also involved Gene's unbearably sexy mouth...

He pulled back again, breathing hard, to find Gene's broad hands digging bruises into his shoulders. The enthusiasm intrigued Fred, and he drew back further, eyeing the space between them.

"I like this outfit on you," murmured Fred, hand ghosting toward his...favorite aspect. "It hides nothing."

Gene's erection twitched upward toward Fred's questing fingers, and Fred's small smile stretched into a smug grin. As Fred's hand made contact with Gene's pants, the redhead let out a low, pleasured groan.

"Ahh - 'at's good, Fred," Gene croaked. His forehead dropped to Fred's shoulder and his hips ground forward of their own volition, forcing further contact. Fred obliged.

"I've had...practice," Fred told him. "Night after night - thinking of you - "

"Let's fuck," hissed Gene, groping down for the fasteners of Fred's pants. Fred moaned, reveling in the hot breath on his neck and the throbbing weight of Gene in his hand, but a tiny voice in the back of his head ruined all his fun.

"Don't you think we're - ahhhh - b-being a bit - irrational?" he stammered,even as Gene's glorious mouth began tasting a particularly erogenous zone at the juncture of his neck and shoulder - oh, where was his shirt going?

"Rationale can bite me," said Gene, who then bit down hard on Fred's pale skin, letting up after a brief second to suck the wounded spot back to health and color. Fred was keening softly with each breath he took, but he still didn't quite believe it - until Gene reached around to the small of his back and tugged Fred into his lap, hard cock jutting up to meet Fred's own.

"Oh, all right," he gasped, "just get your fabulous mouth up to my ear - ahh! - and p-pray no one comes looking for a snack - "

A golden-orange light above the kitched door flicked on and Melfina's diluted voice filtered in. "We are about to make our first sub-ether jump. Everyone should remain seated as we engage the Munchausen drive."

A look passed between them, just a beat in which they assessed their immaculate good fortune, and then it was a wonder none of their clothing was torn to shreds as their hands flew everywhere trying to remove them.

Fred's shirt was hanging open in the front, baring his chest, when he realized he had no idea where to begin on Gene's clothes.

"How do I - you'll have to yourself - hurry, damnit!"

Gene wasn't moving. He was too transfixed by the pale, unearthly sheen of Fred's skin in the fluorescent light, and the way it seemed to transcend the artificial glow and radiate all on its own, like the skin of a truly beautiful woman.

Or maybe it was Fred's cock, which stuck up stiff and more enticing than Gene thought it ought to be from where his pants had been jerked down to his knees.

"I don't even have to, if you think about it," he said finally. "You seemed pretty keen on - what was it - my fabulous mouth - "

"Don't say things like that when you're looking at me like that with your voice like that!" Fred whined. "I'll waste it all too fast."

"I'll be there in just a second, I swear." Slowly, he pushed the standing Fred back down into the seat, and slid equally slowly down the length of his body, kissing the hypnotizing skin on his way until Gene was on his knees, with his mouth hovering hotly a hair's breadth from Fred's thick erection.

"Please," Fred gasped.

"I've - I've never - ah fuck it." And with a loud, hoarse cry, Fred found himself already half-buried in the bliding heat of Gene's mouth, sliding back and forth between his perfect lips and slipping a little further in each time. His tongue worked all over Fred's cock, throat contracting, pressure just right at the underside of the head, and then the suction got tighter -

"Gene, ah, Gene, nnnnn..." His moaning became wordless as he lost any sort of coherence, every shred of it sucked down Gene's throat. He was already almost completely gone, hands twisting through the bright red hair and eyes squeezed shut, when Gene shifted, mouth slipping back to just above the ridge, so Gene could rock up and rut himself against Fred's leg, pumping hot and hard, his own rigid erection grinding into Fred once, twice, three times -

As Gene reached his climax, lips leaving Fred for a moment so he could cry out, faltering and gutteral, the Outlaw Star slipped into the sub-ether stream of space, and they both felt the ship really begin to move. Fred's vision went completely white - all except for Gene, whom he could see clearly, face flushed with spent passion and sweet relief. Before his eyes, Gene went down on Fred again, and this time took him in completely, all the way down to the base. Fred screamed, reliving countless fantasies, and came, pouring thick and pent-up seed down Gene's receiving throat, and returning to himself as the ship returned to regular space and time.

Gene sat up, grinning and wiping his mouth, and slid into the seat next to Fred. Fred kissed him, soft and slow, and then they both leaned back and sighed.

"Well, there's a position I never though I'd be in," Gene said with a grin.

"Mmm, you came so fast, Gene," Fred teased, tracing a finger over the wet spot on Gene's tight black pants.

"Hey, it's been a while." Gene gave him a glare.

"Oh, don't be a baby." Fred kissed him again, smiling into it, and it was then Fred wished he'd pulled his pants back on, because Suzuka was prowling around looking for her tea and he was sitting there with his cock out in the open air and his tongue in Gene's mouth.

Gene blanced. "UHHH - Suzuka - "

"Relax, boys. I'm not going to tell anyone. But I would appreciate it if you took such matters back to Mr. Starwind's quarters and out of common areas."

"Right," said Fred, coughing. "Of course."

She left, with both men's eyes trained on her until she was out of sight, and then they turned to look at each other and burst out laughing.

"Did you see the blush on her?" Fred cried.

"I bet she's never gotten a glimpse that good!" agreed Gene. They kept laughing, even as Fred tugged his pants back up and re-buttoned his shirt, until they were just about out of air and had to calm down.

"You know, we did that in sub-ether," Fred said, breathless. "It never actually happened."

"Hmm, you're right, Fred," said Gene, wryly. "Maybe we should get crackin' on doing it for real." Fred beamed. "What, you think I'm regrettin' any of this? You're amazing, Fred." He grinned, and his praise took a turn for the devious. "It takes a lot to make me come so hard."

"Gene," said Fred suddenly, "I think we need to clean you up. Is there a shower on this ship?"

"Sure there is," said Gene. "What do you think this is, a freight ship? We ain't first class, but we've got what you need, babe."

"Yes," said Fred. "I suppose you do."

and it's you
you're running through my mind
and it makes me crazy, crazy