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Subject: Journal Entry 238 / 0527 [ Tiny Shuttles ]
Date: 19 Mar 1996 13:18:36 GMT
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Noren, Narquel 27, 0527
"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 my chair.
"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
his mouth.
The warmth suffused into me; I lifted my left arm to lay it
across his back as he sucked down on my shaft. "You're always so
good to me," I sighed as he sucked 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 sucked 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
sucked me dry, as his final draw of his mouth hurt 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, "Thank you."
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 in seconds.
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