| Tiny Shuttles
Journal Entry 238 / 00527
Noren, Narquel 27, 00527
"I hate these tiny shuttles you're so enamored of," Aaden complained
even as we made the transit to c-space.
"They're comfortable," I said. "And they fit on standard Terran roads."
"But do we have to transit all the way there in one of these things?"
"Moan, moan, moan. It's only about fifteen hours." I smiled across at him.
"Read; the library's pretty extensive, especially with Halloran in the
trunk. Do what P'nyssa's doing," I said, crooking a thumb into the back
seat where P'nyssa had curled up and fallen asleep as soon as we were
in the air. "I think I'll do the same." I leaned the chair back, being
careful not to get to close to P'nyssa's sleeping form.
Aaden let out a soft "hmph" and leaned his chair back just the same. I
closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep, but it just wouldn't come
to me. Outside the window, the universe of c-space was black, more black
than imaginable, really; it was such a cold black, devoid of energy, that
it seemed to suck the photons out of the small, blinking displays that
illuminated the four-seat cabin. And the heat from our bodies. Shivering,
I reached up and hit the 'polar' switch on the control panel in front
of Aaden, opaquing the windows.
"Can't sleep?" Aaden said, his eyes opening as I settled back into
"Not really," I admitted. "I'm not tired. My eyes would really rather
be open right now."
"I know the feeling," Aaden replied. He smiled and pulled up a PADD from
under his seat, paging through displays looking for something to read.
Admittedly, I did the same, but I told it to give me a secondary display
and with a b/r headband I started back in on the design I'd taken this
vacation to work on; the last thing I wanted was someone who was part
of the AInet to be in the least bit aware of what I was doing.
But sometimes, when I get really wrapped up in a project, I tend to reach
a burn-out point. After about an hour of coding, I was starting to feel
that feeling; my brain felt like molasses, the gears I sometimes think I
can hear turning within were slowing down, grinding. I felt frustrated,
too, because an hour isn't a long time; usually, I can go for four or
five, sometimes ten, hours before I start to feel this way. I guess I
just wasn't in the mood. I leaned back in the seat again and sighed,
slipping the headband off.
"Can't seem to do much today," I said, quietly so as not to wake P'nyssa,
but loud enough for Aaden.
He looked over at me as I put the PADD down; I noticed that his eyes
floated down towards my crotch. Sometimes, when I do intensive biocybe
for a while I develop an erection, and such was the case right now. He
smiled gently and reached over, placing a paw on my crotch. "You're
working far, far too hard," he said, with emphasis on the word "hard."
I smiled at him and said, "You never give up, do you?"
"Well," he said, his paw tugging at the buttons on my fly, "You're
supposed to be the one in this relationship who's 'incorrigible.' Let
me prove us both wrong." I dropped the PADD on the floor at my feet and
leaned back in my seat. His paw tugged, and the cloth around my waist
pulled gently, then let go as each button came free. He reached into my
pants and pulled out my cock, which had softened a little since I had
removed the headband. The soft pads of his fingertips running along the
underside made me shiver and returned my cock to full erection.
He wrapped his paw around my cock and began stroking me insistently. I
sighed and closed my eyes, absorbing his attentions. I don't think I'll
ever get bored of Aaden's attention, just like I've never ever gotten
tired of P'nyssa's. It's a sweetness that goes beyond simple lust. I
could feel it inside me, from my shoulders to thighs, and in my head a
different sensation, that of pure trust.
He stroked my cock surely; we had been together on a nearly permanent
basis for five years now, and he knew what got me hot, what excited me,
and what I didn't like. He momentarily let go of my cock to try something
I "didn't like," but that got me hot anyway; he scratched me along my
belly and up under my shirt. I bit down on my lip to not howl "like a
siren," as P'nyssa once said, because I didn't want to wake her. But the
scratch, and the action of suppressing my scream, dizzied my brain. I
was off-balance, and he knew it as he leaned over and took my cock in
The warmth suffused into me; I lifted my left arm to lay it across
his back as he down on my shaft. "You're always so good to me,"
I sighed as he down, hard.
He didn't answer; just a soft "Mmhmm" as he took my cock deeper into
his throat. And he wasn't at all subtle about his teeth; he left them
exposed for me to feel as they stroked along the length of my cock. He
would stroke all the way down, and I could feel my cock bending to the
left as he tried to shove it deeper down. He never chokes anymore, and
I smiled, a little more of my self control returning. Oral sex doesn't
excite me as much as it does some people.
But he was doing an excellent job, when he would pause and just hold
my cock down in his throat and stroke the base with his long tongue,
the color of soft rose petals as I saw it in my mind's eye. His mouth
was perfect as he down my cock.
"Oh, Gods, Aaden, you're getting me there." It felt so good to be the
object of his attentions, to have someone so handsome as he to be wanted
by. And loved by. I closed my eyes; my left arm bobbed up and down with
his shoulders. My right hand I had under my right thigh, trying to control
myself. Unadulterated pleasure sang through me as he stroked, insistent
but undemanding, and I could feel my orgasm rising, rising, as his head
rose and fell in my lap, and I was just going to... going to... going...
Coming, fast and hard, into his mouth, and I could feel it, yes I could,
I could feel his throat swallowing down my come as he me dry,
as his final draw of his mouth the head of my cock. I lay back
against the seat as the tension drained from me.
After a minute or so of recovery, I tried to open my eyes; they resisted
at first, fluttering against my demands, but finally they did. My head
lolled against the headrest; I looked over at my handsome lover and said,
He laughed, looked at the clock and said, "Well, we've managed to kill
about two hours of the trip. Thirteen left to go."
"Is that all that was? A way to kill time?" I asked as I slowly put away
my cock and rebuttoned my clothing.
"Well, I was also trying to make you tired. Did I help?"
"Oh, yeah," I sighed, closing my eyes. "Oh yeah." I was sound asleep
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