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The view of the stars from the Warbler's cockpit was something else. The most perfect horizonless night sky there ever was, no clouds, no atmosphere, no ground lights, just an endless black sea filled with sparkling minnows. But you kind of forget about it sometimes if you're out here for too long, you know? It's just the backdrop for your job after a while. Can't really be amazed by it every single time, that's for sure. Wondering what cole would think about it gave me an idea.
I decided to surprise him with the starscape when we were putting our clothes back on after dinner. I couldn't be sure but I had that feeling of being watched while I got dressed. You could blame me for not closing up the door, but after my bared first impression with the kid I figured there's not so much need for privacy. I thought about staying in my towel, but the rest of the ship outside habitat did get kinda chilly, and Cole seemed happy to get back into his... what do I call it? Onesie? Singlet? Wetsuit? Whatever it was he seemed comfortable enough wearing the thing.
He hadn't seen the stars yet, I realized, cuz the porthole in my room was still closed by the radiation shields. In fact the whole spin section would stay covered up unless I told VECTOR to raise them. It's a little task which isn't built into the liftoff routine, with some star systems you gotta wait longer. Cap's usually the one to take care of all that, plus I'd clearly been real distracted. There's no windows to speak of in cargo bay, so the little guy couldn't even say for sure if we were in space. Gravity shifting might have given it away, now that I think about it, but still. I thought it'd be nice to give him a real stargaze from the pilot's seat instead of having his first glimpse be through a puny viewport not even the size of his head.
With some loose pants and a tank back on I left my bedroom to find him running circles around the spin section. It didn't even take a full minute to make the circuit at his pace, he waved at me upside down from the other side. Freda woulda told him that it's not a racetrack in here but he wasn't gonna break nothing. "Hey, you wanna see some more of the ship? I think you'd like it on the bridge."
He scrunched up his brows at me for a second in thought. "Why do you have a bridge? What does it cross?"
The misunderstandings always cracked me up, and I realized it was time for some more ship terminology. "Right... Not like that, it's where we drive this whole thing. Sometimes it's called a cockpit." I realized that I didn't know why it was called either of those things when he asked, but it was an interesting thought. Curious little scamp.
"Can I drive it?"
"You know you're very direct, I like that." His face beamed with surprise and I didn't have the heart to tell him no, "we'll see... Let's go." He'd be distracted anyway, I was sure of it. It's not dangerous to drive the ship - you could barely hit something if you tried, out here in the middle of nowhere - but it's extra fuel and you gotta redirect, I'm still trying to stay on a budget and a schedule here.
Adapting to weightlessness when we climbed out of the spin section was very funny to him. I hoped all this upside down zero-g aerobics wasn't gonna make him sick, pissing on the cargo bay floor is one thing but floating vomit is a whole lot worse. I won't tell you how I know that, but trust me. Once he felt the effect of the levetation he kicked himself right off the ladder and spun away up the tube, laughing like a maniac. "Whoa we can fly in here now!" I jumped up after him and grabbed his foot before he rammed into a wall.
"Easy bud! Yeah it's fun and all, I mean, you don't feel like you weigh nothing but a hard landing still hurts. These hallways aren't padded like they are down in habitat either so be careful. Come on, it's just through that door." I led him up the long hexagonal hallway through the heart of the ship, cargo at one end and the bridge at the other. This part of the ship was far from decorative. Habitat was starting to look more put together as the years went by but this access corridor was still all grates and conduits and supports. Mismatched metals and plastics layered over top one another in a twisted perspective, no two panels the same.
"Alright, cover your eyes. I've got a feeling you're going to like the view from the captain's chair." When his hands crossed over his face I opened the door and nudged at his back to glide him inside. I positioned him so he was settled into the seat, or at least as settled as you can get in zero-g, then I told him to open up.
His eyes were as bright and shiny as any of the stars out there. Slack jawed and barely breathing he slowly scanned left to right out the vast, clear front window. Just seeing him that awed brought back a wave of feelings of my own first time. You're swimming totally free out in the middle of that dark magic ocean, like your whole being has dissolved into the empty void. Every star trillions of miles away connecting you with the tiniest thread of light to the whole universe.
A sound barely escaped his throat, a swift exhale that might have been a "wow." That was all he had to say. The Warbler may not be the a luxury cruiser, but one nice thing cap did equip it with was the biggest dome he could find for the front of the ship. I think he mighta stole it once upon a time, but that's none of my business. He always really loved that view; Cole did too, how could you not?
Practically limp, the boy slowly floated his way out of cap's chair - well, my chair for now - towards the hemisphere boundary. A faint reflection was the only sign that he was getting close, but he saw it and held out his fingers to gently ease him to the edge. I watched him watching the stars, quiet as the dead. For some reason I began to think that I had the better view.
"It doesn't even seem like we're moving."
It was an interesting first thought to break the silence with. "Eh, 0.91c it says, that's pretty damn fast. The thing is, everything is real far away." I moved from the readout up to hover beside him. "Hm, where's a good cluster? There, if you look where I'm pointing you can notice the stars separating. We're closer to that bluish one sort of on the left, see it? It's going to look faster. Hard to notice though."
"So far away..." I don't know if he actually understood, I barely did. He sat quietly for a few more minutes thinking about something. A teary eyed smile began to form while he stared. "Dom?"
"Yeah?"
"Are we that far away from Zhera now?"
"Soon we will be." He rest his forehead on the glass and kept taking it all in. I could tell he would have a hard time peeling himself away, so we just kept watching the stars blend into new positions. Maybe it was our mutual gravity but I found him drifting closer bit by bit. Didn't take long for our sides to touch and I put my arm around his back. He looked at me for a second and wiped his eye before returning to the vista.
We could have been staring for days and I'd never know it. Something felt right holding him, he must have felt it too because his temple came to rest on my shoulder. Eventually he let out an infectious yawn and then I caught it too. A few more passed between us before I piped up again. "Let's call it a day before we pass out floating around the cockpit. Nothing worse than getting woken up from a bump on the head."
It almost hurt to peel away from the guy, but returning to the spin section was as relieving as ever. There's a lot of things that feel a little off without gravity, or at least the reasonable effect the habitat's spin reproduces. Your senses really appreciates having a downward direction, believe me.
I let Cole find out the hard way that you don't want to go head first down the ladder. You can't blame the guy though, it really doesn't seem like it has a direction until you're halfway through. He didn't spin out to turn himself the right way like I would have, he just finished the inverted climb. Agile little dude.
"Did you pick a bedroom? I mean, they're all the same, but it's nice to have one to call your own." He set off towards the one next to mine. "Hey VECTOR, give our new crewman access to the bedrooms. You can tell it to open or lock your door, get the lights, he'll even fix it if you're too cold. Oh yeah, and it's not quite the view from the bridge, but it's something. VECTOR, open the habitat shutters." Panels slowly retracted up the sides of the ship to reveal the stars once again. These windows were modest little ovals and circles here and there, nothing so grand as the bridge, but it did help make the whole place feel less like being sealed inside a tube. "You can shut yours back up if you want, but I thought maybe they'd help you fall asleep."
Cole nearly knocked the breath out of me when he flung himself in my direction. His face pressed into my chest and his arms clung around my waist, squeezing me with all his puny might. He didn't thank me and I didn't want him to, the gesture said it all. I gave him comforting rubs down his back, I was definitely sharing the affection. I could feel his wide mouth releasing yet another yawn so I let go and scooted him towards his room.
I propped myself in the doorway while he undid the covers and jumped into the bed. "Now there's no sun to wake you up, that can take a bit to get used to. Just sleep until you feel like you've had enough, that's the rule out on space trips." I wished him goodnight but the porthole next to his bed had his full attention. The lights dimmed and I put the rest of habitat into night mode before retreating to my own bed.
Not everybody likes having a clock in their room, but I get funny about taking too much time to sleep. Jonny's like I am about it but all Ralph wants to do is sleep. We usually desync our schedule to cover shifts better anyway but I almost never see that guy on trips. Freda's a bit of an oddball, unpredictible like cap. They've been towing around in space for long enough I think their bodies just tell them when to sleep and when to get up, but it's never the same. I set an alarm for six hours, less than I usually take but I figured it should get me up before the boy. Didn't want him monkeying about the place.
My head barely hit that pillow before I was out cold. Loading day wiped me out as usual, but more than just that I was tired from how much I been thinking about the kid. My body and mind were both drained. My balls weren't though, as my dreams clearly set to remind me that night. I drifted in and out of scenes where I was with former lovers, vaguely sexually, the kind of frustrating hazy images you get from overtiredness. The thing was, at some point with each one of them they'd turn into Cole.
Subtle shifts made them change, their bodies would shrink or their features would warp until it wasn't them anymore, it was him. Some were recognizable at first, but like paint swirling in water they became cloudy, then they would unswirl and it was always him again. I must have strung together a dozen sexy scenes during the dream. There was us holding each other in the shower, a memory from last year of a night spent with another passenger. Then it was him grinding into me laying on my childhood bed, something I worried about being a repressed memory. There was even thoughts of us making out while floating freely in space, probably inspired by our recent closeness.
That wasn't the end to our closeness, apparently. Not sure how he got into the bed without waking me up, but when he let out a little snore with a jolt of his leg I popped out of my dream. I could feel his body curled up next to me, all small and warm, reminded me of my dog growing up. It was cozy. For a hazy minute I wondered how he got in here. Did I tell VECTOR he could have access to all the bedrooms? I must have, that was careless, not that I minded.
With his back pressed against mine, he barely fit in the corner, his pillow dangling half off of the bed. There's almost no space to stretch out to begin with in these cabins, but I gently shifted myself to make slightly more room and readjusted to give him some covers. Then I remembered about the night timer and shut it off, didn't want to cut the little guy's rest short. I gotta say I also didn't mind lying with him a little longer. Or a lot longer.
Wanting to get back to the dreams I settled in to fall asleep again. I tried thinking about whether I'd ever felt like I was into kids before. I mean, when you start working as young as I did you kinda just stop seeing them very often, they don't cross your mind that much. Now with one sharing body heat with me I knew why I couldn't take my eyes off of him all day. My dreams were making total sense.
It wouldn't be a big deal if I was. These days you if you wanted to get physical with a kid you just take them to an interview with a professional, we both sign a form if it all seems on the level - I went through it all when I was his age. Important part about it though is that he initiates things, so as much as I wanted to roll over and cuddle up with him, my unclothed night hardon would have been making that first impression instead. Now I dunno if climbing into bed and falling asleep next to me counts as initiation - I suspect not - and that business with the tomato sauce wasn't really what I thought it was after all. Given what the kid had been through before he hitched a ride I wouldn't push anything on him anyway. I let my more aroused thoughts stay as thoughts for the time being. Luckily I'm not big on moving in my sleep, so I got comfy on my side and let the feeling of his heartbeat sync with mine.
The dreams returned, still Cole, still sexy. Not like pornographic sexy mind you, dreams are weird like that. Mine are anyway. Sometimes the boy would be on his back under me but I wasn't fucking him or anything. Once or twice I stumbled on some slightly more graphic thoughts, but if his head was moving down to my dick it was just for a fleeting moment, he'd evaporate into a cloudy thought and then be back with me face to face. If I'd be headed towards his then same thing happened, some subconscious escape mechanim kicked in. As I slowly woke up I tried to will a bit more explicit action to happen in my head, but no such luck that morning. Waking dreams are tricky.
My eyes opened and I was in the same position as when I drifted off, my arm a bit numb. I couldn't feel it very much, but I could feel one of his draped across my side. Turns out I was the little spoon that night, or at least part of it. He wasn't hugging right up against me, but his face was now on my pillow, real close to my neck. If I had slept much longer the drool patch might have seeped its way over to wet me.
I lay there watching him. I wish I could say he looked like an angel. I mean listen, he's unquestionably beautiful no matter which way you slice it, but not a graceful sleeper by any means. I had a view right up his nose, his bangs twisted in knots above his eyes, mouth gaped open crookedly in my face as he snored. Kind of a little gremlin actually, but I just smiled.
It wasn't long before he stirred and stretched, opening his eyes. If my staring bothered him he didn't show it. "I didn't realize when I said pick any bedroom that you might pick mine." He made a confused sound at me and rubbed at his face while he sat up. I guess he wasn't ready for my sarcasm first thing in the morning. "Nevermind. Look at it this way, one less bed to make right?"
"I uh... I never slept in a room by myself before. I was..." He didn't want to say he was scared, what kid does? Especially one who'd runaway on a spaceship from such an awful life. He was brave, but he was also afraid, I could tell he felt complicated. "It was too quiet."
"Ah, well I should have told ya that VECTOR can play soft noises or music to help with that." His eyes sunk just the tiniest amount trying to hide his disappointment, so I smiled knowingly and sat up with him. The exposing of my bare chest drew his concerned glance away from my eyes for a few seconds. "Or if last night was good we can stick with that." The corners of his mouth crept out into a tight mouthed smile. I knew he wanted companionship, and I wanted to find out just to what extent.
"You sleep naked." It was a simple enough comment, but he said it in a way that tweaked my head sideways, trying to unravel its intent.
"Yeah, always do. It turns out I've been mostly naked around you, I don't always inspect cargo bays and eat dinner that way, I swear. I mean sometimes I do. But I'm not gonna start wearing clothes to bed, even for you, so either get used to it or get out." He giggled at the mock anger, thankfully. He also didn't get out. My dramatic pointing caused the sheets to drape noticably over my morning wood. He glanced down at that too.
I could pretty much see the wheels turning in his head. A lot of people check me out, but very few of them get this much skin on the first day. Okay, so nobody has before, and this kid got the full frontal when I met him. I think he was piecing things together that weren't at all what I intended.
"So that means we slept together." A heavy emphasis on the word 'slept' meant that either I was about to talk my way out of something or he was trying to talk his way into something.
"That's a more complicated word than it sounds, and I think you know that."
He was quiet for a moment. "The pleasers would sleep with people too." Once again he tipped me off that he knew something more was behind the word sleep with the tone of his voice. I figure he was fishing for some more answers from me, I didn't mind giving any, if that's what the guy wanted. "So I'm your pleaser now. Except... nothing else happened."
I felt the color drain from my face and settle like a rock in the pit of my stomach. "You're not my 'pleaser'." I put enough emphasis on the term to try and reinforce that I didn't think of him as one of those slaves. Even though he said it with clear excitement in his voice, I had to stamp out the wrong impresion before he got more confused about normal sexual relations. Well, rare sexual relations in our case, but healthy, uncoerced ones. "You don't belong to me or anyone else. You're Cole, and you get to decide what you want to do with your body. Okay?" He nodded thoughtfully, a serious expression keeping his brows tight, but the confirmation put me at ease. "Good. So you know they did more than sleep?"
"Yeah... I don't know a lot, they said they kissed like we did yesterday. Grown up kisses with the tongue." The light in his eyes was unmistakably eager, I was sure this kid wanted to know what the pleasers did more intimately. He was dragging it out of me.
I didn't want to laugh at him, but he needed quite a few corrections, as usual. "That wasn't exactly what we were doing. Close, in that we were using the right body parts and all, but it's like... walking and swimming both use your legs, right? But they're not the same actions." My analogy left a lot to be desired, according to the look on his face. "I'd call what we did more of a tasting than anything else. What, are you into it? You wanna know how?" He nodded vigorously. "Kisses are lips touching, if you're gonna use your tongue it goes inside the mouth."
"It's always in my mouth..." This kid kills me, I swear.
"The other person's mouth, ya goof. You press them together, you play with them." He looked confused in his effort to purse his lips together while also squeezing his tongue out between them. "Mouth open a bit. Well yeah, kind of, but it's more relaxed I guess? I dunno, it's hard to describe, you'll know it when you feel it." Cole looked up at me with nervous excitement. His soft green eyes darted back and forth looking into mine and he licked his lips. Glistening coral pillows, quivering ever so slightly.
"Would... would you show me." He just kept throwing me for a loop with his boldness. It was plenty warm between us but I felt him shiver a bit so I gave the back of his neck a soft caress, goosebumps forming under my fingertips.
"I'd love to." The words were barely out of my mouth when his tongue took its place. God he was excited. Definitely not experienced though, his nose mashed directly up into mine before I tilted my head. He had mostly the right idea but was kind of fighting with his tongue more than playing at first. He eased up after feeling what my tongue was doing, and then started to mimic my lip pressure. My hands slowly explored his taut young body, fingers tracing into the grooves in his lower back, massaging back up to his neck. Cole had one of his hands on my shoulder and would squeeze it every time he let out an excited breath.
We twisted our heads around a few times before I noticed he was humping at the air between us, so I reached back and hauled him more towards me by his firm little ass. He shifted his legs to adjust and they splayed out beside me, his hardening bulge now pressing into my belly button, ass directly on the sheet covering my rigid member. I reached between us and adjusted myself to a good angle, feeling enough precum oozing out to have wet through the bedding. He must have felt the pointed pressure on his backside, since his hand came down as mine went up. I felt him give my draped bulge an exploratory squeeze, then his fingers wandered back to my chest, leaving a trail of slick behind where he touched.
I'd never felt anything as soft as the inside of his cheek in my life. My usual flings are older than me. Not by a ton, usually, but they're pretty gruff, there isn't a lot of young blood in this business of space delivery. Cole was sweet tasting too, unlike the usual guys you meet out here in the endless drift who look like they taste like sour whiskey breath, and then do. Don't get me wrong, they're hot as hell, but rough around the edges. I'd never kept my eyes peeled for little kids, I probably wouldn't have found any even if I had, but I got nothing against fooling around with them. This one crawled right into my bed. And then into my lap. Then into my mouth.
With some pressure now between us I started grinding up into him a little, keeping him steady with both my hands on his hips. So unbelievably narrow. I'd been in this position plenty of times before but it was like he weighed nothing. The sounds of his lips smacking and all the joyfully high pitched grunts of approval were almost better than the feelings, it let me know how much he was loving it.
I was leaking so much I heard a squelch when Cole shifted his weight, the sensations making my heart flutter. I must have got a bit carried away, because the next thing I knew I thrust him up and his forehead punched into the developing bruise on my cheek. It was feeling more stiff after the sleep, but most of your body does after all. My subtle moans suddenly turned into a pained wince. He quickly took his mouth off of mine, lips dragging in suction and warmed breaths blowing over my cheeks. His eyes opened dreamily like he was looking right through me before bringing the back of his hand up to wipe the strand of spit still connecting us. "Did I hurt you?"
"Nah nah, that was my fault. I got a little lost. Your head okay?" I brushed away some twisted hair off of his face; there might have been a light red spot but it could have just been flush. Either way Cole nodded reassuringly at me, still beaming from our makeout. He leaned up and pecked a tender kiss on the sore spot, I wrapped my arms around him in return and gave him gentle caresses down his back. Way down his back, I should say. His strange outfit was skintight, it did nothing to hide the perfect shape of his boyish behind. He sighed in satisfaction as I kneaded his cheeks, what a wild little guy.
"Nnh, that's nice feeling. Is this what the pleasers called bum play?"
"Eh, you could say that," I chuckled, "what they probably mean though is playing on the inside."
"We are inside." There was another gem. If I wasn't so amped up I would have laughed him right off my lap.
I pushed the fabric into his crease and massaged around his hole as I pecked a few more small kisses on him. "Right in there."
"Whoa, inside me?" He pulled his head back and I could tell his surprise as he tensed up slightly. More awed than shocked, to be fair, probably processing the sensation of my rubbing. But he was quiet for a few seconds, wrapping his head around the thought. "Dom, have you ever done that before?"
"Yeah for sure. I think it's great, but it's not for everyone, some guys are built for it and some aren't." I didn't want to let him think it was something he should do because I wanted him to, but I would get right in there in half a heartbeat, believe me. "I was about your size when I thought I wanted to try it."
"Oh," he replied simply, his eyes shifting back and forth between mine thoughtfully. I pressed a bit harder without penetrating, the material starting to resist further stretching, and he took a deep breath. "How will I know?"
"I dunno, how did you know you wanted to try kissing? You heard about it, you thought about it, you decided. It's great to be curious! The actual best thing to do is feel around by yourself first." I guided his hand back to replace mine in his crack, my fingers over his in a guided exploration. Cole twisted himself so he could see what he was doing. I dunno if he could actually see anything but the kid was flexible. "You'll figure out what you want."
I couldn't see his efforts, but with my hand over his I could tell he was circling at his his tiny little hole for a few minutes. He dug even further with his fingers, at one point possibly getting some fabric covered tips inside a little, but it was clear his attention had drifted from me. Depending on how stretchy his suit was, he was on pace to be knuckles deep in no time.
I really couldn't take much more of the edging at this point, so I started to jerk myself off through the sheets, watching him explore his smooth perfect globes and the pleasure spot in between. My other hand was still close by his, but not doing the work anymore. Sitting in my lap, he couldn't help but notice that I was bumping his leg and glanced at my stroking for a moment. Didn't really faze him, he went right back to his butt. "This is where I poop from, am I gonna get all dirty?" The question threw me, I won't lie. It put me back a few minutes of progress.
"Well it does happen, but you can prepare for that. It's a good idea to go to the bathroom first if you want to go in deep."
"What if I don't hafta go?" It was the genuine urgency in his voice that made me lose it. I had to stop jerking and catch myself from falling backwards in laughter.
"There's things you can do about that too. But this isn't supposed to be that complicated kiddo, is it feeling good?" He nodded vigorously, "well then it's working!"
"This is fun. Are you trying to feel good too?" He looked down and rubbed where I was rubbing with his free hand. He had no idea what he was doing but any touch from him was pure bliss at this point. There wasn't much grip but his pushes and soft strokes were coming to some kind of a rhythm and even through the bedsheets I could feel how different his touch was to my own.
I figured I might as well help him out the same way, and he might pick up on some proper technique. We definitely skipped over some of the masturbation basics going right to his asshole anyway, so I started massaging his somewhat impressive boyhood through his suit. I definitely wasn't ten times as big. Probably little more than two. If I know a dick in my hand, and I like to think I do, I'd say he was somewhere around three inches.
"I am, ooh... thanks for helping out buddy, you're really good at this." He beamed at the compliment, "but it actually feels best skin to skin," so I reached down and peeled the sheets off of me. He barely let up his strokes as my firm dick became exposed. He got a good look at it yesterday but now he was getting his hand acquainted. "Mmm, your hands are nice feeling, so soft."
"Your thingy is soft too. On the outside I mean, but real hard underneath. Like mine... can you touch me too?" Without waiting for my answer he reached for two ends of one of the strange silvery seams on his jumpsuit near his groin. When he touched at them and twisted his fingers at the same time the horizontal line flashed neon orange for an instant and then the fabric separated, creating a loose flap across his tented crotch.
My fingers loosened it some more and explored the vee groove down his gutters toward his steely little spike. Not a hair to be felt, I finally got confirmation that this boy was as fresh as they come. I used two fingers and my thumb to stroke and squeeze up the silky hard length of his shaft until I finally brushed his tip and he let out a desperately horny whine. Man was this boy a lot of fun. I figured he might respond in kind and sure enough he started gripping my own more confidently, but one look at his face told me I was about to set off his trigger.
I took my hand off for a moment and spit down into it before resuming slick strokes of his rigid boy shaft. No bigger than my thumb it was easy to vary between an all-around massage or a focus on the sensitive head. The longer strokes kept dislodging the seam more and more, until finally all tension was lost and the flap draped fully open. His quivering joystick got the most attention, but I grasped at his little marble balls and massaged his silky smooth taint now and then too.
I reached back down to Cole's rear, my hand encouraging his to keep up its action and I found his middle finger bent in and probably getting some depth even through his suit. "Get ready hot stuff, you're about to know what the pleasers were talking about." He gazed at me, glassy eyed and slack jawed as the feelings crept up on him. I let a lusty smile lead my face back to his and I kissed him, assaulting as many of his senses at once as I could.
Cole's pulse pounded in his stiff dicklet, racing faster and faster with each stroke. He could hardly keep his eyes open through the breathy moans and shudders taking over from his core. I'd never brought a boy so young to orgasm before but I sure remembered my own firsts. I knew the best experience was just to keep pushing through it, and I wanted this beautiful little guy to have his mind blown.
His back arched as all his developing muscles flexed in a convulsive climax and his hands rushed forward to grasp his fiery pleasure center. I jerked him until I bled all the tiny cries of ecstasy out of his lungs and he collapsed into a puddle in my arms. Caressing his skin, slick with preteen exertion, he giggled bashfully. "That..." he began, panting, "was so... good. I feel like... I'm floating."
I knew that feeling. In fact I was feeling it right then as well. And so was the bedding, I noticed as a pillow drifted past my face. "Oh fuck we ARE floating," I snapped out of the high of this sexual reverie, "VECTOR why isn't habitat spinning? VECTOR? That's not good..." Cole got a worried look on his face, but I knew this wasn't all that bad. "Don't worry kid if we can still breathe, things are okay." The moment he words were out of my mouth the ship gave a worrisome lurch and we found ourselves pressed against the bedroom wall. I growled more out of frustration than pain. I hate irony.
One thing being weightless was good for was getting around quick, once you got used to it. I kicked out of the tangled bedding and went to check the console for any sign of VECTOR but it wasn't responding. Things in habitat are all secured for this very reason, but people could still get knocked around if the ship made any sudden moves, so I hauled the kid out of bed and over to the seats. It's easier to haul things in zero-G too, not that the kid weighed much to begin with.
I like to think I was quite calm, but my demeanor wasn't really rubbing off on Cole. I remembered cap's old mantra, 'hurry, but don't worry,' which usually kept me grounded. "I know it's scary bud, but I'm going to go fix this and I need you to stay right here."
"No, I want to stay with you!"
"I don't know how the ship is going to move around next so these straps on the sofa will keep you from getting knocked around." When I said straps his eyes were more afraid than I'd seen yet. He hadn't been here long, but this all started with a gun in his face, so that was saying something. "The seats are soft and the straps are for your chest, you can take them off yourself, but don't, they'll keep you in one place. Okay?"
"Don't leave me here, I don't like this."
"I'm sorry, I know..." I paused and studied him for second, cupping his face gently to keep him looking in my eyes. "I mean I don't really know... look this is the safest place for you. I won't be far, and you can talk to me the whole time." I put a console in his hand and linked it to the cockpit. I think I did anyway, VECTOR usually does this all automatically. I gave the loose straps to him, not wanting to trigger something that his face was only hinting towards. "Would you buckle up so I know you're not going to go bouncing around the room?" I asked with my most sympathetic smile.
His hands shook but he did it, so I planted another kiss on him for his bravery. Another heave of the ship tore my face from his, so I turned and made for the bridge. For the second time in as many days I bumped my sorely unfinished knob on the habitat ladder as I raced out, cursing to myself with every rung. The frustrating thing was that this wasn't my nav course, cap set it up before they got sick. He never miscalculates. Not about navigation anyway. There wasn't even anything to hit in this system, we arrived on this course and it was the dullest trip out I can remember.
The bridge was still powered on but the ship was definitely pitching. From the pilot seat I tested controls but if habitat was off then engines probably would be too. I went to the captain's chair next and pulled up analytics for some kind of replay. The hull cameras near the time of the event captured a few seconds where a blinding streak seemed to pass us by. The relief of not finding another space ship trying to board us was huge. I didn't like having to deal with pirates even when it was our crew of five, I'd hate to think what it was like alone. Never heard of any pirate tech that did this to a ship though, in fact even trying to hit a ship going more than 0.9c is basically suicide from what I understand.
Now, space is a big place, and there's some strange things out there so when I say it wasn't a space ship I mean it wasn't anything I'd ever seen. Going faster than our ship was completely impossible for a simple rock, so it must have been something more. Definitely something more, because it passed the moment the ship lost main power, which wouldn't have happened even if a comet hit the force fields directly. I mean, if it's the kind of comet that breaks your force fields you would lose power, but that's because you'd lose the whole damn ship.
The replay then continued for a few seconds and whatever it was that I was actually seeing did this arcing turn in space and vanished right when we lost momentum. No explosion, no wormhole, just gone. My first instinct was to get power going but nothing in the cockpit seemed to want to let me do that. The engine room would be the place to go next if we were off course, but we weren't.
Even though I said I was fully capable of finishing the delivery myself I have to admit I wasn't expecting to have to figure out some mysterious space phenomenon shit. I'm not too proud to say I need VECTOR at a time like this, so I hopped over to the tech console and had it restart. Restarts usually fix VECTOR. Hell, they usually fix most things.
I dunno if it was because of the restart, I sure as hell hoped not, but as soon as the loading logo came up the whole ship started to shake. Not a gentle shake either, which suddenly made me remember my newest crewmate. "It's gonna be okay Cole," I shouted over the increasing sound of rattling into the comms, hoping he could hear me. "Stay in your seat." Fighting against the horror in my heart at his lack of response, I pushed myself back towards the pilot chair to try to regain some control, or at least be ready to when VECTOR came online.
Stay cool.
The shaking kept jostling me out of the seat, which is of course why I told Cole to strap in, so I did so myself. Even though wrangling at the control stick made me feel in control I could tell that the light thrusters didn't have it in them to stop the entire ship from the tremors. Whatever stabilization I did simply got overpowered by more shakes.
I barely heard it but whipped my head around at the sound of the cockpit door opening behind me. Cole's hands gripped tightly at the ladder rungs in the hall outside, trying desperately to not be kicked off by the ship's bucking. He clenched his teeth in determination but his eyes were barely restrained fear. There was no getting him back down to habitat now, it was a miracle he made it up here in one piece. I unbuckled to go get him at the same time as he flung himself into the room, the ship's malicious vibrations sending him tumbling through the air.
Whatever he was going to hit he was going to hit hard, so I let it be me, the softest thing in the room, and intercepted him on my way from the pilot's chair back to the captain's. I hope that he didn't get as much wind knocked out of him as I did, but I couldn't think of his comfort, I just held him with one arm and pulled us into the big seat together, strapping us down with him on my lap.
"I'm sorry!" He yelled repeatedly over the chaotic noise of the ship coming apart at the seams. Even though my eyeballs wouldn't stop rattling I could tell analytics was showing no such destruction, the screen would have went red at so much as scratch of something vital.
In response I tried to yell back "it's okay" and held him tightly to me. Call it inappropriate if you want, but because I'd basically been edging myself for a whole day with this kid around - from the interruptions in the shower and the galley and the bed - I was still hard as a rock. Everyone knows a teenager can get hard from a ride down a bumpy dirt road, well combine that with the feeling of Cole's body vibrating against mine and there's nothing that could be done.
The shaking was apparently working on him too, from my position I could see into his unsealed front flap where his boyhood was sticking straight up at me. He either stopped yelling sorry or just couldn't be heard over the escalating noise, but as silly as it sounds I felt like he wasn't trembing in fear. I dunno how I could tell that over anything else, but I just knew.
Sudden tremors kept resetting our positions slightly, and soon my raging erection was knocked free of its spot pushing into his hamstrings and wound up standing proud in between his legs. The shaking escalated still and he tightened his body, knuckles white on the armrests and thighs clamping down onto my aching cock. The smooth fabric of his suit was not exactly like skin but still felt amazing squished around me, silky soft but with some grip, cool feeling and spongy.
At the height of its intensity, the boy was basically bouncing in my lap and involuntarily jerking me off with his thighs while we held on for dear life. Over and over again I powerlessly fucked in between his legs until I clenched him tightly into me and came.
It was a big one. Being teased for as long as they had been made the boys work overtime on production. I'd fired loads into weightless rooms before, it's always funny, but with the shaking my spurts made crazy swirls and went off in so many directions you'd think my cum slit was busted.
A loud beeping indicated VECTOR was online and not moments afterwards the shaking cut short. When I came down from my orgasm I'd thank every star I saw for the robot, but from my breathing it was clear I was still in the haze. By far most of my cum was aimed at Cole's chest, yet none of it stuck to his suit, instead driven in whatever random direction it was headed over him like water drops on a windshield. Some of it pooled underneath his chin where the suit ended, a lot of it crept its way back onto my body, but the rest of it was what I was worried about.
I was never told specifically not to cum inside of the cockpit, but I mean it probably goes without saying. I wouldn't have imagined it to be a good idea and it sure wasn't. The sperm that didn't hit us was something I'd have to clean up off of the panels on the walls and ceiling. The electronics are usually pretty sealed up but I figured I should undo some of the more delicate ones to double check they weren't short circuited by my goo.
Looking down I could see the boy still clenched in fear on top of me, not wanting to move even in the stillness. I pet at him gently to get him to ease up, and bit by bit he did. When he opened his eyes again he looked about cautiously, deep breaths replacing his panicked ones.
"You still with me, big guy?" I asked.