Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 05:05:29 +0000
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boys of Lady Lex Chapter 12

Greetings and welcome back readers. This chapter is a Douglas chapter. I
decided it was time for a change of pace. This chapter, while it has serious
moments in it, offers a bit of comic relief. Ben and I hope some of the
scenes puts some smiles on your faces. -Ben and Douglas


The Boys of the Lady Lex
Chapter 12
"Zero G"
Written By Douglas DD and Benjamin T. Collins

Ely cursed as he surveyed the damage through the smoke. It was a mess, but
not as bad as he first feared. It was obviously sabotage, but it was also
obviously done by an amateur. There was a lot of damage to the room, but the
gravity generator was practically untouched. The new generator was still in
a hanger and wasn't affected at all. Nevertheless, there was damaging to
controls and to wiring. It would take some time to clean it all up, and
probably set the already tight schedule back at least a day.

The first thing he would have to do is jury rig some wiring and controls so
that he could get gravity back to the section of the ship that had it. Ely
called to Chief Petty Officer Anderson, one of the first new crew members
assigned to the Lady Lex. Anderson had been on medical leave after being
injured while serving on the academy ship "Port Royal." The accident had
been the fault of an overeager cadet in the engineering department. He had
expected to be reassigned to the "Port Royal", and was surprised, but not
displeased,  when he received orders to report to the "Lexington". He knew
the story of the starship, and was enthusiastic about being able to
contribute to its success. He had enjoyed working with the cadets on the
academy ship, the accident not withstanding. He had developed a very close,
and maybe dangerous relationship with a couple of the cadets. He was looking
forward teaching some hard core kids a thing or two about engineering. He
had been told most of the cadets on the Lady Lex were of above average
intelligence. In fact, nothing would please him more than to put some of the
privileged, know-it-all cadets from the academy ships in their place.

"It looks bad," Chief Anderson said.

Ely surveyed the damage. "It looks worse than it is. A lot of noise and
smoke and peripheral damage."

"How long to fix it, do you think?"

"Fifteen to twenty minutes to get it jury rigged. A bit longer so it will
hold up until we can get our new beauty installed."

As Chief Anderson floated across the engineering space, Captain Hatcher and
Commander Creevy floated in through a hatch. All of the navy personnel were
used to zero g work, and after the initial shock of losing gravity they let
training and experience take over.

"What happened?" Captain Hatcher asked.

"It appears to have been a small bomb?" Ely answered.

"A bomb? You mean we were sabotaged?"

"Yes and yes."

"What's the damage assessment?"

"Not as bad as it looks. It was pretty amateurish. The bomb was set on the
floor next to the hatch. The person was obviously in a hurry. Most of the
damage is to instruments and wiring, and we can jury rig some wiring around
the damaged area. The generator itself is okay."

Captain Hatcher immediately activated his communicator. "Hatcher to Stone."

"Stone here, Captain."

"Colonel, how are the boys faring?"

"Good and bad. Some remember what little emergency training they got. Some
panicked. Some have gravity sickness, making a fine mess to clean later.
We're trying to remind them all of what how to safely float and what to do
when they heard the announcement gravity was being restored. How long will
it be?"

Captain Hatcher turned to Ely. "How long?"

"At least an hour, maybe two." Petty Officer Anderson, who was already hard
at work rigging up wiring, raised his eyebrows at Ely's answer. "I can't
guarantee how long it will hold. We may have some more fluctuations. I will
have to shut it down once we have something more permanent, but at least
everybody will have warning. It's too bad this happened during recreation
time. The boys are scattered everywhere. It's making it harder to get them
aid."

"See if you can get it done quicker, Ely," Hatcher implored.

"We'll do our best, Captain."

"I know you will. I'm going to help with the kids. One thing about
artificial gravity, it's either on or it's off. We don't want Doc Daniels's
office filled up with broken bones."

Captain Hatcher and Commander Creevy floated out of the room. Anderson
looked at Ely and said, "Captain Storm, I thought we can have this done in
fifteen minutes or so."

"We can."

"But you told Captain Hatcher it would take...," he suddenly smiled. "Oh. I
get it."

"Yep. We're a couple of fucking miracle workers, we are."

*****

Nipper and Andrew floated around the shower room. Globs of water and urine
floated around them. They were holding on to each other for dear life, their
naked bodies intertwined. Even though they had just both cum, their
preadolescent cocks were hard from the contact and the excitement of
floating in zero g. They bounced into a wall, Nipper's butt cushioning the
blow, but the momentum sent them across the room to the other wall. Nipper
was trying to remember what was said in their emergency drills about slowing
themselves down in a zero gravity situation, but his mind was blank. All he
could think of was the naked boy wrapped around him.

"I love you, Andrew."

"I love you, Nipper."

"I think we better unlock," he said as they bounced off the opposite wall.
This time Andrew's shoulder hit and he could feel some pain. They were now
floating the other way.

"Why? This is fun. I love floating around like this with you."

"But all we're doing is bouncing back and forth."

"I know. So lets try doing more," Andrew said as he pushed his boner up
against Nipper's belly. He didn't consider what that motion would do to
them, and suddenly the two boys started spinning slowly around. Nipper tried
reaching up for a pipe so he could stop the twisting, but he missed, sending
the two spinning bodies heading down to the floor, bounding off it at an
angle and heading towards a shower head.

"Watch out Andrew!" he yelled. Andrew put his hands up just in time to keep
his head from crashing into the shower head. His legs were still wrapped
around Nipper, and his protective motion got the two boys spinning around
faster. Nipper felt like he was the ball in a pinball machine.

Corporal Danzig came floating in, fighting off the globules of water. He
looked up at saw the two naked boys holding on to each other and spinning
like a top. It was all he could do not to double up with laughter.

He worked his way up with some planned moves, grabbed the spinning boys and
reversed their momentum. He worked them slowly down to floor level. He had
them separate from each other. If he noticed their boners, he didn't say
anything. He had each boy grab onto a shower pipe, and admonished them not
to move or let go. He floated out of the shower room, and as soon as he
turned the corner the built up laughter finally came roaring out. Andrew and
Nipper both heard it and turned full body red with embarrassment.

*****

Ben slowly floated up off the bed. Douglas tried to grab him and bring him
back down, but his inexperience only made matters worse. While the boys were
drifting slowly, and couldn't do much damage to themselves in zero gravity,
Douglas knew Ben was still hurting from his surgery and that even the light
jolts of zero g could hurt him. He worked to remember what he had heard
about maneuvering in zero gravity, and managed to work his way between Ben
and the upcoming ceiling, cushioning his blow.

"Thanks, man," Ben said.

"No problem. Getting you down could be interesting. Maybe I should ask for
help."

"I bet there's some guys worse off than us. I trust you to keep me safe."

"You do? I have to tell you I have no clue as to what I'm doing."

"You're doing fine so far."

"Yeah, I am. So far."

*****

Trevor was skipping along a corridor. He was heading for his brother Ben's
room to say hi and see how he was doing. The last skip felt funny, however,
and he found himself shooting straight up towards the ceiling. Before he
could protect himself he crashed head first into the ceiling and zipped back
the floor, bouncing right back up again. This time he was able to grasp a
beam and hold on. He thought his arms were going to pull out of his sockets,
but he kept his grip. His momentum now stopped he was hanging from the
ceiling. Or was he? Without gravity there was no up or down. For all he
could figure he was upside down and his feet were sticking up. Because he
was weightless, he could hold on to the beam. His brain knew that if he let
go he wouldn't fall, but his emotions said the floor was under him and he
grasped the beam as tightly as he could. The scene had him disoriented, and
he felt like vomiting. He fought the reaction as hard as he could.

He sensed movement and turned his head. Floating out of a door behind him
and into the corridor was Johnny Cooper. He wanted to let go of the beam,
but he was afraid if me moved he would puke.

*****

There was a reason the toilets on a space ship were built so that the lid
had to be lowered in order to flush. This insured the lids would remained
closed, so in a zero gravity situation the water in the toilet wouldn't get
out of the toilet and float around the ship.

One problem that couldn't be solved, however, was that sometimes the lid had
to be open because the toilet was in use. In Mike's case he was sitting on
it, taking a dump, thinking about his weird new roommate Stan, who had been
switched to him after having been Ryan's roommate. Ryan was Mike's
boyfriend, and was heading over to Mike's room so they could discuss Stan.
Stan was in parts unknown.

However, just as Mike stood up to wipe the Lady Lex lost gravity and all
hell broke loose in the little head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, shit!" Mike screamed as he floated up off the ground and the
contents of the toilet emptied itself into the air.

Mike wiped, let go of the toilet paper, and used what he remembered of his
skimpy training to push himself to the door. Holding his breath, he opened
it, floated out as quickly as he could, successfully dodging little brown
asteroids, and shut it. Only a couple globules of water escaped.

He was surprised to see Ryan floating over his bed. He must have just
entered the room.

"Nice view, Mike. I didn't come in expecting a zero gravity moon."

Mike couldn't help but chuckle. He pointed to the head. "You don't want to
go in there," he said.

"I wasn't planning on it," Ryan said, holding his nose.

*****

Jesse was on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, wondering if
he'd made the right decision. His roommate, Scottie, who was wearing a
T-shirt and his uniform pants, was busy reading a book, but Jesse wasn't in
the mood to do anything but stare at the ceiling. He was disappointed that
his roommate was an older boy. Scottie seemed nice, but he was 14 and an 8th
grader, and Jesse was in 8th grade, but almost a full year younger, and he
looked even younger than that. Jesse was realizing more and more that his
time was not going to be his own, except during the short evening recreation
periods. Maybe getting back at his dad wasn't as important as he thought.

"Hey, Jesse, what's on your mind?" Scottie asked, looking up from his book.
"You look a little down. You're not sorry you joined up with us are you?"

"Well, um...no, not really." Jesse was somewhat surprised by Scott's
perceptive questioning.

"Yes you are. And on top of that, you're stuck with a big dork like me as a
roommate."

"You're not a dork."

"Yes, I am. I'm a big clumsy dork. And you're the Captain's son. And you
figure you deserve better."

"No I don't."

"And if you could to it right now, you'd go to your dad and beg him to take
you back. But you're afraid to, because you're out to prove something to
him.  Am I right?"

"Are you a mind reader?"

Scottie laughed. "No, but I know people. Hey, Jesse, I won't bite you. And
most of us here on the Lady Lex are losers, but many of us are hard core
violent criminals, because if we were we'd be in some prison or a work farm,
not in a school. And the Marines are assholes, but if you listen and do what
they say, you'll be fine. You're stuck, boy, cuz I have an idea you're dad
won't take you back. You're one of us until the end you agreed to. So cheer
up."

Jesse was about to answer, when suddenly he lost contact with his bed and
felt light headed. He was floating. Gravity was gone.

He looked at Scottie, who was a few inches off his bed, "Hey, this is cool."

Scottie snatched his book out of the air. "Yeah. Nice and comfy."

He opened the book and continued his reading as he slowly floated above the
bed.

Jesse giggled as he realized Scottie was a good guy, and maybe this wouldn't
be so bad. Besides, he had to show his dad he was just as good as Mark, and
going back to him wasn't how that was going to happen. Jesse took a big
breath and exhaled, and as a result he started floating towards the
headboard. Oh, wow, he thought, just like a rocket.

*****

Scooter liked his new roommate, TJ. TJ was smart and funny, and didn't treat
him like he was trash. Scooter was tired of being picked on, both by the
Sergeant Murdock and by his fellow cadets. He didn't ask to be the watch
command. He didn't intend to fall asleep on his watch. He didn't want to be
here. Just a few short months ago, he had been a honor student, beach boy,
have fun with life type of guy. He had a boyfriend, Jim, and some other
friends he played around and partied with.

Jeff had been great at the school. He wished Jeff was still his roommate.
Jeff wasn't Jim, but he'd been a good friend, and was good in bed. In fact,
Scooter had to admit, he had been starting to fall in love with him at St.
Augustine.

TJ billed himself as the Hamster. Scooter found it interesting that he had
been a member of a gang. He thought kids in gangs were all totally evil,
thinking only of ways to break laws and hurt people. But TJ was a very
caring individual. He told Scooter he had been in the gang because it was
something to do. And under Mike the Donkey they only hit up people who
deserved it. The liquor store they got caught robbing was had been selling
to little kids. Not only liquor, but drugs. Not members of the Donkey Gang
didn't drink beer or smoke dope on occasion, but it was the principal of the
thing.

TJ and Scooter were playing chess at the small desk in the cabin when things
started floating up off the desk. The chess set they had checked out of the
library was magnetic, so their pieces stayed on the board. The men they had
captured stayed attached to the steel top of the desk, however books and
papers were floating all around them.

"Uh, Houston, we have a problem," TJ said, using the hundreds year old
saying that originated in the very earliest days of manned space flight.

Scooter laughed and grabbed the belts that were tucked under his bed. TJ did
the same, and the boys fastened themselves down to their beds.

"Damn, you know what, Scooter?"

"What?"

"I wonder what jerking off and cumming in zero g would be like."

"Yeah," Scooter said dreamily. "Shall we find out?"

TJ grinned and pulled down his pants, and Scooter followed suit. Both boys
but their hands on their dicks, rubbing them, getting them hard, and started
engaging in scientific experimentation.

*****

Cody O'Shea was buried deep into the ass of Carson Brothers, fucking him
doggy style.  Cody was 14 and perpetually horny. Carson was 10, with a great
ass and three years experience of being fucked by his brothers and his
brothers' friends. Cody hadn't wasted time in checking out Carson and seeing
if he was willing to play around. He was amazed and pleased to find out that
Carson was more than willing. In fact, Carson had been the one to start the
flirting, which made it even easier for Cody. And now it was all paying off
as Cody fucked his young roommate hard, reveling in his hot tight ass.

Cody could tell he was getting close to the big moment when everything came
lose. He was going one way, and then another, and actually floating, with
his dick inside Carson. He stopped his thrusting, as he and his roommate
banged into the wall above the headboard.

"What the fuck is going on!" Cody yelled as his dick popped out of Carson's
ass. Cody had been close, but not close enough to fire right off, and he
found himself losing his hardon as he drifted farther away from Carson. Both
boys were trying to figure out what it was they had been told in emergency
drills, but without success. Fear had replaced horniness, and shots of
adrenaline replaced the shots of male sex hormones that had been coursing
through them.

*****

Sergeant Murdock got on the PA system and addressed the ship. He reminded
the boys what precautions to take. He reminded them to be close to the floor
when they got the announcement that the gravity generator would be turned
back on. He told them it would be about an hour before that happened, an
announcement that was met with a mixture of cheers and groans, depending how
much fun was being had. The boys who had gone to the rec hangar for games
and recreation, were having a lot of fun after the initial shock. Slow
motion games of zero gravity tag were going on. More daring individuals were
showing off, doing somersaults, barrel roles, flips, and more. Some boys
merely grabbed on to whatever they could find and held themselves into
place.

After the announcement things calmed down around the ship, as fear and panic
subsided and the boys started to remember their emergency training.

*****

"It's ready," Chief Anderson told Ely. "I don't see it lasting for more than
a day, but we should have something more permanent rigged up by then."

"Great. Good work.  Only fifteen minutes. I'll inform the captain."

Ely pulled out his communicator. "Captain, we're ready to restore gravity.
Please inform the crew."

"Fifteen minutes, Ely? You said an hour. Good work!"

"Thank you sir, I had good help. Storm out."

Ely turned to Anderson. "You see how easy it is to have a captain tied
around your finger?"

Anderson laughed. "I'll have to remember that, sir."

Captain Hatcher hung up the phone, and told Creevy, "I figured more like
twelve minutes. The old codger is slipping."

Creevy chuckled. It was obvious the Captain knew his Chief Engineer well.

Captain Hatcher came on the PA and announced the gravity would be turned
back on at precisely 19:30 hours. He reminded the cadets to be as close to
the floor as possible. Gravity couldn't be brought gently back with the
gravity generator they were using. It was either zero, or Earth Standard one
g. He reminded them it was now 19:25 hours and they had five minutes to get
ready. They would get a countdown every minute, and then a 30 second
countdown at the end.

*****

There was no clock in the shower room, but Nipper and Andrew could hear the
countdown. They carefully lowered themselves close to the floor, and when
the countdown reached zero they each only had about a foot to drop, but it
still knocked the air out of them when they hit the floor. All the water
that had been beading up and floating, coalesced back to liquid form and
splashed down onto the floor. The shower, which had turned off automatically
when sensors in the plumbing system sensed zero gravity, turned back on.
Nipper looked at Andrew and Andrew returned the look. They both were okay.
They kissed, and quickly finished off their shower.

*****

"You aren't the faggot twin, you're the other one aren't you?" Johnny asked
Trev, who was hanging above him. In this case above was relative, figured in
terms of the ship's structure, rather than in terms of actual up and down.
In zero g there was no up or down.

Sergeant Murdcock came on the PA and made his emergency safety announcement.

"My brother isn't a faggot," Trev said defensively.

"Yeah he is. You know it. I know it. Both your brothers are fags. I roomed
with Benjie, remember. I can tell these things. And your twin is a little
pussy."

Trev felt himself getting hot under the collar. "Don't call him Benjie."

Johnny laughed. "You know, when they turn the gravity back on, you're going
to be hanging from that pipe. It's a lot different trying to hold on when
you're holding your weight than it is now. It's a nice drop down."

"I can handle it."

"I could help you. But I don't see why I should."

"Me either."

"You reacted to the Benjie thing. But you didn't react to me saying your
twin was a pussy. That's because you believe it's true don't you?"

Trev said nothing. He wanted to lunge at Johnny, but was afraid he would
puke. Space sickness was overwhelming him.

"You ever fuck his ass? I bet it's nice and tight. I can see you cornholing
hour brother. It almost gives me a hard on thinking of it."

"Fuck you!"

"Oh," Johnny said. "Do I detect some fight in you? I hear you're the tough
guy. Not a pussy at all. I hear you don't have a lot of friends right now. I
hear you keep pissing people off."

"I have friends."

"Who's your roomie?"

"Ian Brothers."

"Another faggot. I can't believe this place has so many faggots. Fuck, the
caliber of criminals is going downhill in a hurry."

Captain Hatcher came on with his warning that gravity would be restored in
five minutes.

"Five minutes, kid, and then you're stuck up there until some fucking Marine
comes and rescues your ass. Or unless you're willing to let yourself drop."

"It's not that far."

"Right on to a hard steel deck."

"I've jumped farther out of trees."

"I can be right there under you and grabbing you and keeping you from
falling, if you want. Lower you down nice and gentle."

"I don't need your help."

"Just tell me your brother Andy and your brother Benjie are queers and
pussies."

"Fuck you!"

"I like your vocabulary. Not real original, but talk like that could make
you my friend. So come on, what do you say? Are they or aren't they."

"I'd rather fall and break my leg first then tell you that. And it's Andrew
and Ben to you, asshole."

"I bet soon as we have gravity you're going to want to beat my ass up aren't
you? And here I'm older, bigger, and stronger than you are. I like you,
Trev. I can call you Trev, can't I?"

"Everybody does."

"Good. At least one person in your family is normal."

Captain Hatcher gave the minute countdown a couple more times as the boys
continued their verbal sparring, but neither of them kept track of how many
minutes were left.

The one minute warning did register with them, however.

"I'll be right under you, Trev. Just say the word."

"Go to hell!" Trevor intended to put power behind his voice, but it came out
in a preadolescent squeak, embarrassing him and bringing a smile to Johnny's
face.

"I like your spunk, Trev. I could use somebody like you around me. I'm going
to be under you just because it's the cool thing to do."

The thirty second warning came. Johnny drifted under Trev and took hold of
his legs, keeping his own feet touching the floor. When gravity was
restored, Johnny took Trevor's full weight. He grunted, but kept hold of the
younger boy, and lowered him to the deck.

"I like you kid. How you like to become a member of my new, improved Mustang
Gang. I think it's time to show these assholes who really runs this ship."

Trev was intrigued by the offer. He was having a hard time making friends,
mostly because he was letting his temper and his bad moods get in his way.
He was angry because Andrew had a best friend. He was angry because he got
stuck with  a loser of a roommate. He was angry because he was on this ship
when he hadn't done anything.

"I'll think about it."

"Tell me now. You know you want to join. So why wait?"

"I will, if you quit ragging on my brothers."

Johnny grinned. He liked loyal people. Trev was going to fit right in with
his new gang. He was without a doubt loyal. Johnny knew Trev agreed with him
about his brothers, but he stayed loyal to the end. He liked that.

"Hey, Trev. What are you in here for?"

Trev heisted a moment. He knew why he was in here. He was in here because
somebody hated his father and his uncle. He was in here because he didn't do
anything but play a trick on his best friend who died. He fought back a
sudden tear and said, "I'm in here for killing my best friend."

"Cool. Very cool, Trev. You're awesome. You are now the first member of the
New Mustang Gang."

*****


Scooter and TJ were working their dicks hard. It felt funny to have their
hands race along their shafts without feeling any weight. Scooter wished he
had put some lube on his dick. He was worried about rubbing it raw and
getting a blister on it. But he kept on racing his hand, as did TJ. Captain
Hatcher came on with his five minute warning, and Scooter announced his was
ready to cum. He let out a loud long moan, his dick swelled to what seemed
like twice its normal size and he fired shot after shot of his teen cum into
the air.

TJ watched, fascinated, as Scooter's sperm fired into the air, hitting the
ceiling and the wall. It looked like it had been fired out of a cannon. He
quickly went back to his own masturbation, and twenty seconds later he too
fired out glob after glob of cum.

Both boy lay back breathing hard after their absolutely incredible cums.

"Oh my gosh," TJ said. "If jerking off is that great in zero g, I wonder
what sex is like?"

*****

Cody and Carson were trying to find out the answer, but with little success.
Neither boy had the skill to get lined up, and Cody kept losing his hard on
as he tried air swimming through the room to get to Carson. Finally he said,
fuck it, and rubbed his dick along Carson's butt crack and cheeks. Carson
jerked himself off as Cody's motions had them bouncing around the room.
Neither boy thought about heading for of the beds and strapping themselves
to it. Cody finally blew his wad with the same kind of intensity Scooter and
TJ had felt as Carson enjoyed a wild dry cum.

Some of Cody's cum adhered to Carson's skin while the rest floated out into
the air. Cody and Carson both swam around clumsily trying to get to it and
eat it.

At the five minute warning they worked their way down to their beds. It was
then they remembered the straps. They each strapped themselves to their own
bed, wishing they had remembered them during their wild sex while bouncing
around the cabin.

*****
Mike and Ryan didn't get into sex, but they did spend the entire zero g time
making out, casually kissing and feeling as they floated around the cabin.
Making out with Ryan took Mike's mind entirely off the mess that would have
to be cleaned up in the head once gravity was restored.


*****

Jessie and Scottie laughed and giggled. They were getting a kick out of
showing off their athletic skills. Both were very agile, lithe boys. Despite
Jessie's prime interest in the theater, he was a very coordinated young boy,
a gift that actually came in quite handy on stage. Scottie was actually able
to suck his own cock, and wanted to demonstrate that as the boys did their
zero g showing off. He didn't think it was quite appropriate to do in front
of the captain's son, however.

Scottie had taken his uniform pants off, so he was free like Jesse was. The
boys did a mini-version of what was going on in the temporary recreation
hanger, with Scottie's adolescent gawkiness causing him to bump into things
he hadn't intended on bumping in to, and then trying to recover. There was
nothing sexual involved, though the thought of sex did enter Scottie's mind.
Jesse was thinking only of his next trick. Sexual things had never been
close to his mind, but he had just turned 13 and had lived in a sheltered
environment.

When the final countdown came for the return of gravity both boy sat
cross-legged about 6 inches over their bed, waiting to drop down without
moving a muscle. 19:30 arrived. Gravity came on. They dropped with a thud.
Then they both lay back and laughed until it hurt.

Jesse felt better. He knew things weren't going to be perfect, but he was
where he belonged. He had a great roommate. Life was good.

*****

Douglas was carefully trying to maneuver Ben towards the floor without
giving him too much momentum. While hitting something at slow speed at zero
g wasn't harmful, it did create the problem of reverse momentum. And in
Ben's case it was best that he not move at all.

Once again Douglas thought about calling for help. He was sure his dad would
come immediately to help, but if Douglas was nothing else, it was stubborn.
He picked up some momentum of his own and eased his way between Ben and the
wall, carefully stopping his momentum and holding himself still.

Wow, he thought, I'm getting good at this. I could be a spaceman very
easily. He decided to push Ben towards the floor, but overconfidence got him
and he pushed a little too hard.

"Oh, shit," he said as he pushed down off the wall, getting under Ben in
time to keep him from hitting. Ben might not weigh anything, but he still
had the inertia of a 125 pound boy, and it knocked Douglas off balance. He
still managed to change Ben's direction. Now he needed to get him over the
bed.

He heard Captain Hatcher's announcement. Shit, he thought, five minutes. I
need him strapped to his bed before then.

He moved Ben over the bed. Ben complained only once, when Douglas grabbed
the area of his wound. He let out a big yelp, and Douglas changed his
position, which in turn changed Ben's direction.

By the time the three minute warning came, Douglas had Ben centered about
two feet over the bed. He looked down for the belt. He couldn't see it at
all. The two minute warning was announced.

"Ben, I think I screwed up. I should have gotten help. I'm going to push you
down to the bed and make sure you don't float back up. I don't know where
the safety belt is."

"You're doing great, Douglas, even if you did get me yowling once."

Keeping away from the wound he gently pushed Ben toward the bed and floated
down with him. The one minute warning was announced. Ben hit the bed and
started bouncing back up. Douglas have him another light push down. Thirty
seconds was announced and the steady countdown began. Douglas realized the
only way he was going to keep Ben from rising back off the bed was to drape
himself over Ben's waist and legs, to avoid pressuring his injured area when
gravity was restored.

The countdown hit zero, Douglas felt his weight restored, and he dropped
about six inches onto Ben's lower waist and legs, one hand inadvertently
grabbing Ben's crotch area. Ben grunted, more from taking on Douglas's
weight, than from the grab.

Douglas immediately got up off of Ben, a concerned look on his face. "Are
you okay, Ben?"

"Yeah, just surprised by your weight."

"I'm sorry."

"No you did great. I was right on the bed and my wound wasn't touched."

"I meant about the other thing. It was an accident."

"It didn't hurt that much. Just anything touching the wound makes me want to
yell."

"No, I meant...."

"I know. I'm playing with you, Douglas. Don't worry, I know it was an
accident. In fact....." He let his thought die there.

Douglas sat on the bed next to Ben. He couldn't help being attracted to his
new roommate, and the brother of his own brother's best friend. He didn't
want to be attracted to him, but he was, both emotionally and physically.

"In fact, what?" he whispered.

Now it was Ben's turn to be nervous. He was attracted to Douglas, and the
same thoughts went through his mind as went through Douglas's. He wanted to
say, In fact you can put your hand there again. Instead he said, "In fact,
you did a great job even if your hand did slip. I'm glad you're my roommate.
I hope we can be good friends."

Douglas wanted to grab Ben's hand, but he sat stiffly on the bed looking
into his new friend's eyes. He liked what he saw, as Ben's eyes were looking
right back at him. Douglas could feel a familiar stirring in his groin area.
He kept his gaze on Ben and said, "I think we will be. I really, do."

"Really?"

"Really. Now, I better call dad so he can make sure you came through this
okay."

Douglas broke his gaze and  got up from the bed. He was surprised when Ben
grabbed his hand.

"Thanks, Douglas," he whispered. Then he added, "A lot of the cadets here
wouldn't have done what you did. I know my first roommate wouldn't have."

"It's what friends do," Douglas said, and he went to the room's comm and
dialed sick bay.

*****

Ely stood in front of Captain Hatcher's desk. "I think there's more than one
person involved in trying to sabotage our mission." Zjan-Ren, the Kriton
Security Officer was sitting on the couch.

"I don't know if there is or not, Ely, but I tend to agree," the captain
said. "Whoever it is an amateur rookie, which has helped us. But even
rookies are bound to get things right eventually. I'd just like to know why
somebody would want to sabotage us."

"I can think of a lot of reasons. Whitaker being at the top of my list."

"I just can't see him condoning that. He might be an asshole, but he's still
the Commander of the entire SFA. He's got too much to lose by doing this.
And he agreed to some things that will actually help us."

"There's more going on around that pompous asshole then we think. I don't
trust him. He's got an agenda that's different from the SFA. I just wish I
knew what it was."

"Well, regardless, we're getting some men to fill in gaps. Like you're new
Chief Petty Officer. He seems to be a good one."

"Yeah he is. He knows his shit, that's for sure. Have you filled in all your
openings, yet?"

"Not yet. Why?"

"We need a half dozen of the meanest nastiest Marines around."

"We have Marines," Zjan-Ren said. "Don't need more."

"Right. Marines in charge of training cadets."

"And you have a problem with that, Ely?" Zjan-Ren said, with a tint of
sarcasm in his voice.

"No, of course not. They're doing a great job. What I want is six Marines we
can trust. Six Marines who won't take shit, won't have their own agenda, and
will follow every order handed to them. We need them to guard what we have.
The training Marines don't have the time. Cadets won't cut it. We need
engineering, the shuttle bay and hangar area, everything that's vital
guarded. Right now it's too easy for a saboteur to get around this ship.
Anybody can go anywhere. We need to make it tough to get where you don't
belong."

"Agreed. I'll get right on it," Hatcher said.

"I can get us a contingent of Kriton marines, Captain," Zjen-Ren offered.
"You won't find anyone nastier."

"Earth produces some pretty good soldiers my friend. And I want a cotingent
reporting to me, not to you."

"You don't trust me, Captain?"

"I trust you, but for now I want to go with a known quantity."

"They should report to you, directly, not to Stone or to Zjen-Ren," Ely
said.

"Stone is in charge of the Marine contingent, and Zjen-Ren is in charge of
Security. "

"I don't trust Stone. He's unprofessional, and somebody with his own agenda.
He's here for Colonel Stone, not for the mission. The only reason he's here
is to save his fucking ass, and it shows. And as for him," Ely said, looking
at the big Kriton, "I simply don't know him. Let him check to see if the
doors are locked. I'm like you Captain. I want our precious stuff protected
by a know quantity."

"I don't promise anything there, but I'll see what I can do. What else?"

"Right now, until they get here, we need anybody we can spare to guard the
new gravity generator. If that gets damaged, I'll tell you this. Our mission
is over. There is no replacing it. Everything I have won't cut it. That
machine is our mission."

"Understood. It will have to be some navy crewmen, including your Chief, as
well as..," he paused looking at the Kriton and then at Eli, "Zjen-Ren. But
I will have Marines here within the week."

"Thank you, Captain. Understood.. You've always been the best."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Ely. I appreciate your dedication to the
mission. If not for you we would have folded long ago."

"Okay, now that we've finished with the bullshit, let's admit it. Me and you
have always made a good team."

Ely and Zjen-Ren left the captain's office, neither one acknowledging the
other, and Hatcher got to work getting the needed Marines.

*****

The spaceship approached they yacht, "Honey of the Stars", cautiously. The
Geldon symbols and writing would normally have scared a private ship off,
but the yacht slowed for a meet. The ship stopped two kilometers away. A
shuttle launched and headed to the yacht, docking at an air lock.

A man and a boy got up from their seats.

"You don't know how bad I wanted your ass, kid. You're lucky the captain
liked you. You're a fucking cute sexy bugger."

"Fuck you," Matt said. He was tired of everything. Tired of spaceships.
Tired of being a prisoner. And more than tired of this man, Sam. He just
wanted to be home. Or at a party. Or just drinking a beer and smoking a
joint. He didn't even know why they kidnapped him. He knew he wasn't the
Ambassador's son, but apparently they didn't.

The shuttle pilot opened the hatch, and the man and the boy entered the
airlock, waiting for the hatch to the yacht to open. The man reached down
and squeezed Matt's dick and balls. Matt flinched, cut kept looking ahead.

"You like that, don't you? You know you wanted me. You know you like sucking
cock."

The hatch opened and they boarded the yacht. Commander Jensen, of the SFA
met them. He wasn't wearing a uniform. The man figured he was an employee of
the corporation that owned the yacht, Alliance Shipbuilding. He didn't
really care.

"For a Geldon, you look amazingly like an Earthman," Jensen said.

"Ha, ha," Sam said sarcastically. "Maybe some day your might be funny. You
knew who you were meeting. Now, where's our cashola?"

Jensen looked down at Matt. "Is this the boy?"

"No! This is my fucking pet parrot. Damn, you don't need a brain to work for
your fancy company?"

Jensen said nothing. He looked at Matt and did a double take.

"You're the stupid one, asshole!"

"What do you mean?"

"You kidnapped the wrong boy."

TO BE CONTINUED.