AwayTeam

by Mark Alders

  Emerson leaned over, pecking Ely on his cheek. "And what would microwave technology look like to cavemen, Ely?"

  "Are you saying we're cavemen?"

  "Not at all. I'm saying that the ability to fold space might be something they've had for eons. That such a technology is far from aggressive and that they're only using it to call to other sentient life forms. Perhaps the object is a scout, seeking out the same as us."

  Ely pondered Emerson's words for a moment. "Man, I'd love to get to see the engine room of that thing."

  Emerson let out a sigh. "I'm sure it wouldn't use reactor power like the Mandrake. I mean, we can't even shut down our starship's engine because it takes too long to re-start it. Talk about being backward compared to this."

  "I hear that. Half of our problem right now is making sure we don't get too far away or too close to the ship's engines. If we could all just fold space, wow. Imagine the possibilities."

  Emerson smiled. "So I take it you're not feeling so down about getting up close and personal with an alien now, right?"

  "I'm a bit better about it, yeah. But I think that's more to do with the fact that I'm with you, Sonny. You seem to make everything better."

  Emerson grabbed Ely's hand. "Good. Time for me to share with you that surprise I've been teasing you about all rotation."

  Ely raised his eyebrows, his stare intent on Emerson's twinkling eyes. Before he could add another word to the conversation, he was led to their cabin. The door locked behind them.

  They embraced, edging toward the cot until Emerson leaned his weight onto Ely so that he had no choice but to fall onto the mattress. With a wicked grin, Emerson tickled Ely.

  The cabin was filled with their laughter and Ely forgot all of the troubles of the past six hours or so. When Emerson paused, he said, "Now you can't keep me in suspense any longer. What's the surprise?"

  Emerson kissed him. A long delicious, dancing of tongues followed. An action that made Ely think more and more of what he'd do to his lover when he got him naked. When parted, he asked, "Do you trust me, Ely?"

  "Of course I do."

  Emerson sat up, his gaze stern all of a sudden. "I'm serious. Do you really, truly trust me?"

  Ely sat up also, grabbing Emerson's hands, rubbing his thumbs along the tops of them. He looked him square in the eye, and with a voice as unshaken as he could make it, he said, "I don't know how I can prove it, other than to say that you've shown me just how wonderful and different being with a guy like you can be. I don't want to do anything to jeopardise that. Sure, I've had boyfriends, but never have I had anyone like you. You're so very special to me. So yes, I really do trust you, Sonny."

  "I'm glad you think that way." Emerson smiled, climbing off the cot. He headed for his duffle bag. After a moment of rummaging around in it, he produced something Ely never thought he'd ever see in his life. Along with the lube and skin seal, he also held a double-ended dildo. The thing was skin coloured and realistic at both ends and very flexible. Although, not as large as the single dildo, proportion wise, Ely would have no doubt the toy would fill him.

  Ely was speechless. He'd never been penetrated with anything, never felt the urge to have his cherry popped by anyone. But with Emerson, he had to admit, he had different urges. Was it because he had such a beautiful, big dick that Ely wanted to experience it on all levels, including having it inside him? A dildo would most certainly prepare him for that. Or was it because Emerson meant so much more than just someone to fuck? An equal. A true soul mate.

  Before Ely could contemplate his thoughts any longer, Emerson had returned to the cot, sitting so he was in front of Ely once more. The bed creaked. "I want you to experience what I do, Ely. I want you to feel the sheer joy of having someone you care for deeply become a part of you. That's how I felt last night when you made love to me, proving that my hunch about you was correct. Now I know for certain that I would want you to have that joy, too. We will be together, both in mind and body and this will help us take the first step."

  Ely had expected to see the other dildo tonight, his eagerness to clean the toy as soon as he got up proof of that. Instead, Emerson had once again thrown him a curve ball. Much to Ely's surprise, he felt nervous. Would the dildo hurt? Would Emerson hurt? "I'm ready for whatever you want to do, Sonny."

  "Good. If you want to be with me, then you'll come to know that it's all about sharing and having some fun in the process. I'm not just a bottom, to be fucked all the live long day, you know." Emerson winked. His words weren't harsh, weren't meant with any malice whatsoever. It was with those words, Ely understood. If he was going to be Emerson's boyfriend, then he was going to have accept that things would never be the same again. This was going to be an adventure. Along with those nerves, curiosity, acceptance and anxiety vied for supremacy within him.

  "I don't know what to think of you, other than I want to be with you always. Does that make sense?"

  "Perfect sense." Emerson began to unbutton his jacket. "Now, get your gear off. I want to have some fun."

  Chapter Twelve

  Ely slipped off his pants, trying to balance on the cot as he lifted his buttocks. After a moment of jiggling, he kicked them onto the floor. He was in his briefs, an article of clothing that didn't contain his excitement all that well. His dick poked out of the top of the elastic band.

  Emerson didn't waste the opportunity. He pulled down on the material, letting Ely's erection free and spraying on the skin seal. "You're a truly wonderful sight, Ely." Emerson kissed him, all roving tongue and dizzy spells on Ely's part.

  When parted, Emerson kissed Ely's stomach, working his way down. Ely let out a chuckle as his lover's lips tickled him, left wet trails across his skin. Seconds later, Emerson's warm lips kissed Ely's engorged head, took it all in until the whole of his length had disappeared inside his mouth. "Wow," Ely said with a gasp.

  Emerson pulled on the root of Ely's dick, making sure he got to all the best bits of Ely's erection. Over and over he sucked and slurped. Ely's dick tingled from all the attention, aching for more, yet at the same time wanting him to stop for fear of ejaculating too soon.

  Just as he was about to pull Emerson off his dick, let him know that he'd done enough to begin his spiral toward ecstasy, he did so of his own accord. Emerson's lips were glistening from his work, as was Ely's bulging head and shaft. "You taste wonderful, too, I might add."

  Ely smiled. "You can taste as much of me as you like from now on."

  Emerson took off his trousers. A wet patch of pre-cum stained the front of his briefs where the head of his dick was bulging. The man was a hard as a rock, and like Ely's, Emerson's underwear did nothing to contain his intentions. "I want you to lie down, Ely. Open your legs. Is that okay?"

  Ely nodded. Those nerves rose up once more. He knew what was going to happen next. The fact that Emerson had grabbed the double-ended dildo and began applying the lube cemented that thought.

  He did as Emerson asked. His stomach turned, but not in a bad way. He was curious more than anything, that feeling winning the battle within him. His cock, aching with the attention it just received, came to slap onto his stomach as he lied on his back. Ely grabbed the pillows to assist in propping him up so he could watch what Emerson would do to him. He wanted to see the man work as well as feel it.

  "I'm ready," Ely said.

  Emerson shuffled into position, keeping himself seated, bringing his legs so that they were under Ely's. "You're balls are so big and ripe I could lick them for hours." For emphasis to his words, he cupped Ely's balls, fondling them with tenderness, paying attention to the fact they were a sensitive part of his body. That was one reason why Ely loved being with men. They understood what the equipment did.

  His lover ran a slicked with lube finger over Ely's arsehole. Ely shuddered, the sensation electric. If that was his finger, then he couldn't even imagine what the dildo or cock would feel like as it slipped inside him. His body, radiating from his balls, tingled as Emerson worked his finge
r in circles, making sure he was as lubricated as he could be.

  "I'm going to start now, okay? You'll feel a pressure at your arse, just relax. I'll go easy. If you can, try and push down like you're on the latrine. That will help relax the muscles and make entry easier."

  Emerson's words reassured Ely. "Sure thing."

  What Emerson had said about trust before was all coming to the forefront. Ely now understood why. A tense moment was broken by the exact feeling Emerson described. There was a pressure. A sensual, kind of scary pressure. Ely gasped.

  "You all right?" Emerson asked, withdrawing the dildo.

  Ely nodded. "Fine. I'm fine."

  Again there was the pressure, but this time Ely pushed down, opening up his arsehole as best he could to accept the gift Emerson was about to give him. More tense seconds passed, the pressure building, joined by a tingling sensation and something else that came to the forefront. Ely felt a slight pain.

  But it wasn't a pain of hurt. Not one that felt like a cut or a strike to the flesh. This was pain saturated by pleasure. Ely's stomach shuddered and he sucked in the air through his teeth as Emerson sank the dildo into him, deeper and deeper.

  Then it was done.

  Ely realised that he had closed his eyelids tight. When he opened them, Emerson was smiling. "You're doing great," was all he said before he shuffled himself closer, leaning back onto one elbow, the free arm inserting the other end of the dildo into himself. The look of sheer ecstasy flashed across Emerson's face. In that instant, Ely knew the toy was inside him, too.

  Ely's bottom lip quivered. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. His arse was filled, his ring was stretched, but he had to say, he liked having the toy inside him. "This is…fucking…amazing."

  When Emerson had inserted the dildo into him as far as it would go, and their buttocks and balls touched, he said, "Sit up if you can."

  Ely did so. His stomach turned and more pulses of that wonderful pleasure come pain feeling shot thought him. The dildo acted like a conduit between them, relaying the vibrations of each other's movements. What Emerson had said about being as one rang true. He swore he could feel Emerson's pulse, the beat of his life deep inside him. Ely couldn't help but gasp again. This was something beyond any expectation, beyond any experience he had shared with anyone. He was glad it was with Emerson.

  When more shuffling into position had been completed, Ely and Emerson embraced. They kissed with so much passion, so much need for one another that Ely couldn't think of any other way they could be doing such a thing right now. He maintained a gentle gyration of his hips, as did Emerson. The dildo continued to give pleasure, continued to act as the path of their desire between them. They were joined.

  Ely's balls had tightened, a precursor to the explosion he would soon have to have released. Everything of Ely's was Emerson's and vice-versa. He held his lover tight, never wanting to let go.

  After an eternity, Emerson parted. "We have all these free hands, don't you know."

  Ely smiled. He knew what Emerson was thinking. "You start, I'll follow."

  That was all the encouragement, Emerson needed. He was at Ely's genitals, cupping his balls and jerking him off. Ely gasped again. His lover's touch perfect, including plenty of foreskin play, too. Ely followed. Using both of his hands to do the same to Emerson.

  Ely knew he wouldn't last long, and sure enough, within a few moments, he climaxed, a cloudy bubble of skin seal stretched out from his bulging head, filled with his cum. But the climax was unlike any Ely had experienced before in his life. With the dildo still a part of him, the climax was mind numbing. He could even say it was earth shattering. He shuddered, every muscle in his body tensed and then released with his ejaculate. His arsehole tightened, and his prostate, stimulated by his own movements along the toy, caused everything below his waist to go numb. Ely couldn't feel anything, not even as his toes curled and he could do nothing else but hang onto Emerson as he came and came. Panting and gasping and letting out little yelps of joy.

  "Holy fucking shit!" Ely let out even more gasps, his ecstasy swimming around him even as his cock had delivered the last of his climax into the bubble of skin seal. He knew his cheeks were flushed, but he was also sure his face had screwed up as well. "That was the most powerful cum shot I've ever delivered."

  Emerson kissed him. "I told you."

  But Ely didn't waste any time. He continued to work his lover's length, using his fingers to massage his frenulum, run along the rim of his fully engorged head, stroke his length. Soon, Emerson had that look about him. That cheeks flushed, tight faced, glazed eyes, look all men got the moment before they climaxed.

  Emerson let out a yell. Only he hadn't applied skin seal. His ejaculate, in great white ribbons, covered both of them. More and more he came, Ely feeling each pulse through the dildo. Emerson embraced Ely when he had finished.

  "Ah, shit, I forgot to apply the skin seal. Sorry, Ely."

  "Don't worry about it. I enjoyed the feeling, to be honest."

  "As long as you don't mind, then I'm cool about it, too. I just hate the thought of cumming on someone without their consent. I don't want you to feel cheap in any way. You're more than that, you're everything to me."

  Ely pecked Emerson's cheek. "You don't make me feel cheap in any way. I feel special when I'm with you, that's for sure."

  Again they kissed. Letting Emerson's ejaculate, warm and sticky, bind them even more. After another long session of kisses and roving hands, Ely parted and said, "Are we going again?"

  Emerson smiled. "We sure are. But this time I want to lie you down and take you myself, Ely. I want you to feel what I have inside you."

  Ely's eyes widened and he couldn't help but beam a smile. "If it's half as good as what I just got, you're on. Now do me, and do me good and hard, my beautiful Sonny."

  For a moment, Emerson did nothing, and Ely couldn't understand why until he realised that he had to pull the dildo out of himself before anything else could be done. Emerson's facial expression told the story, he had freed himself from the toy's join. No more did Ely feel his presence and he missed that straight away. "That's better. I can move now."

  With gentle encouragement from Emerson, Ely came to lie his head upon the pillow. He opened his legs. Emerson, with careful and slow movement, slid the dildo from his arsehole. When the head of the thing was beyond his warmth, Ely gasped. He felt empty, a hole within him. Again his stomach quivered.

  "Wow. I never knew a bit of silicone could feel so good," Ely said.

  "Wait until we get back to the Mandrake and my cabin. I have something there I know you'll love."

  "Oh, do tell me now."

  Emerson shook his head. "Nope. But I will tell you to keep those beautiful legs of yours open. I love the look of your arse now that it's ready for me. My God, I so want to fill you again, my Ely."

  "Now you're talking."

  Emerson retracted his foreskin and applied skin seal to his dick. He was hard again, his dick throbbing in time with his pulse. His head was huge, like a beautiful red apple, ripe for the taking. Ely smiled, nervousness creeping up to consume him once more. But he was ready. He was so ready for Emerson it hurt. Which was a turnaround. He had always been a top. Always ploughed the guys he'd been with. Not now.

  "Ready?"

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ely nodded, opening his legs wider, grabbing the back of his knees to keep them there, as receptive as possible for his lover. "Take me, my big beautiful man. I so want you."

  Now it was Emerson's turn to smile. He shuffled into position, placing his hands onto Ely's, pushing so that his legs opened even wider. "Good."

  Then it happened.

  The pressure Ely felt was more intense than when the dildo had been inserted, more forceful. He gasped, closing his eyelids tight as Emerson pushed his hardness into his warmth. A moment of pain shot through Ely as his arsehole stretched to accommodate his lover. Then, that pain was replaced by pleasure, raw and primal, as Emer
son's length rubbed his prostate and kept going, deeper and deeper.

  Ely opened his eyelids. The sight of Emerson above him, gaining his rhythm, concentrating on the task at hand, was a magnificent one. The man's stomach muscles were more apparent, his nipples once more that fiery red Ely loved.

  He gasped, the sensation of movement, the feeling of Emerson's thrusts sent more and more shivers of delight though him. His balls tingled and he grabbed his own dick, jacking himself off, heightening the experience. Ely wanted to cum with Emerson.

  Emerson must have had the same idea. He pumped harder and harder, so much so, Ely could see his stomach quiver in time with his movements. More and more Ely gasped, letting out yelps with each forward thrust, as he could feel all of that monster Emerson had between his legs push against his insides.

  "Oh, my fuck! My fucking God, I'm not going…going to last…much longer," Ely stammered.

  Emerson was sweating, his forehead beaded, his eyes wild with the excitement that consumed him. Ely couldn't blame him, he felt the same.

  An inhale of breath later, Ely orgasmed. He knew he wouldn't have lasted long, not with such a wonderful man inside him. Every muscle, fibre and cell of his body, exploded with that climax. He shuddered, ribbons of white lacing over his stomach and chest. Emerson grinned. He shuddered, too, pushing himself in as deep as he could go, gripping Ely's hands with more force, muttering something unrecognisable as he squeezed his eyelids tight.

  Ely was consumed. Wave after wave of their climax shook them both, and before he could finish his release, his lover collapsed onto him, his hot lips planting sensual kisses all over his neck and face. Ely gasped again.

  Ely embraced his lover, holding him tight. He was hot, his skin a sheen from his efforts. But Ely didn't care. He was immersed in passion as more of the pleasure Emerson had given him coursed through his body as they kissed, their saliva lubricating their passion to an even higher level. Emerson's salt and tang and touch was wonderful, so perfect.