AwayTeam

by Mark Alders

  That would please him.

  Emerson took three days to come out of his coma. The third day was taken up by the doctors wanting to observe him, make sure everything was all right before they released him back into duty. Even those lovely brown eyes of his got back their spark. Ely couldn't wait to take him to the registry office and make their feelings for one another official.

  The first words out of Emerson's mouth when he was able to speak without sprouting gibberish, affected by the machine's influence, were words that were music to Ely's ears. "I can't wait to get you into my cot, my big, beautiful man."

  Ely embraced him.

  For the longest time they held each other. Communication not needed. Their gentle touch over each other, a brush of fingers over skin, lips over lips, cheek against cheek, all that was required to solidify their affection for one another. Many times Ely kissed his boyfriend, too. Not caring that this was a hospital. He wanted to shout out his love for Emerson. Right here and right now.

  Thankfully, one of the on duty doctors came around, glanced at Emerson's chart, and said, "I think you'll be free to go, young man."

  "Thank you, doctor," Emerson chimed. He was sitting up in the bed, a smile as wide and full as anything Ely had ever seen on his lips.

  "Just come back if you have any sort of recollection or distress, you hear?"

  "Yes, doctor."

  With that, Emerson was discharged. On the way to his cabin, Emerson said, "They used me for information, you know. The aliens, I mean. That's how they operate. That's how they learn what's the best way to conquer a species."

  "I thought as much."

  "Trouble is, because of me, they know so much more about us now."

  Ely stopped dead in his tracks. "Do you think they'll return?"

  Emerson ran his hand along Ely's back. "I don't doubt it at all. If there's one thing I learned while inside that machine. They fear us."

  Ely swallowed hard. He didn't like the course of this conversation. The lift doors opened. Beyond, the corridor that led to the living quarters. "Do you think Commander Okinawa will be all right?"

  Hand in hand, Ely and Emerson stepped beyond the lift and into the corridor. The corridor where Ely had first asked Emerson out on a date all those days ago. "I sure hope so. He was affected in a such a terrible way by the mind of the machine. Perhaps that was why he was rejected by it and I was installed. The reason they took two of us."

  "That's scary in so many ways."

  Emerson leaned over and kissed Ely on his cheek. "I think my strength came from knowing that you were there for me."

  "That was my hope."

  When Ely and Emerson had returned from the registry office, their new quarters available within twenty-four hours of a positive medical, they returned to Emerson's cabin.

  "I so want you, Ely," Emerson growled as soon as the entrance door slid shut.

  "Then take me. I've been hanging out for days waiting for you, now it's time you paid up." Ely offered a cheeky smile. One that would hopefully stir Emerson into a playful mood as they got naked.

  The encouragement worked. Within a blink of an eye, Emerson had pulled Ely onto his cot, tickling him as he removed his clothes, too. Many more moments were spend rubbing their skin against each other once they had disrobed, getting hard and horny in the process.

  Along with all that, they kissed, deep and long. To Ely those kisses meant so much more than just a simple bonding. They were everything, the very breath of his life and proof that Emerson was someone who shared the same joy as he did that they were together.

  For an eternity they shared each other's touch. A touch so deep and so engulfing that Ely had gone beyond giddy spells. He was numb with the emotion he felt for Emerson.

  At a natural pause in their activity, and with Ely's heart pumping quick with anticipation, Emerson leaned over and opened his top drawer. He pulled out a fleshjack, one Ely hadn't seen before. Was this the new toy he had teased about back on the shuttle?

  "I had the entrance hole moulded into the shape of my lips," he said.

  Ely gasped. "Oh, that's just so perfect."

  "You got it." Emerson retrieved the skin seal and lubricant, too. "Not only can I make love to you, I can be around your dick at the same time, too."

  Ely lay down on the bed, opening his legs, fingering his arsehole. "Then do it."

  Emerson came over him. His smile as wonderful as his big, bulging head that had freed itself from his foreskin. Ely gasped. He couldn't wait to have his wonderful lover inside him, he had waited for this moment long enough.

  "I take it from that you're ready?" Emerson applied the skin seal to both of them, as he liked to do. He also made sure there was plenty of lube on Ely's arsehole and fleshjack. His touch so warm and welcome.

  Ely didn't reply. He moaned, indicating that he was indeed ready. Emerson's eyes twinkled and before Ely could pull his thoughts away from his boyfriend's stare, he was penetrated. But instead of only having his arse filled by Emerson, his cock was submerged in the sensation of flesh as well. The slurping sound of it sliding down his length music to his ears. This was a double whammy and Ely was in fits of ecstasy moments later. His stomach quivered and his lips went numb along with everything below his waist.

  Whatever Emerson did, he did it well. His movement, the rhythm he gained as he made love to Ely was nothing short of perfection, but to top it all off, he handled the fleshjack well, too.

  "I'm not going to last, you know," Ely mumbled and stammered as his body became more and more soaked in the pleasure Emerson bestowed upon him.

  This time it was Emerson's turn not to reply. The concentration deep across his face as he worked his hips and hands to give Ely the best experience he could muster. His forehead beaded with sweat. He looked so damn fucking sexy.

  A short moment later, Ely climaxed. His whole body shuddered. Emerson must have orgasmed as well because he took away the fleshjack and came so that he could kiss Ely, falling into his arms. For the longest time they held each other as their bodies cooled, their breaths as one. Emerson waited until he was flaccid before he pulled himself out of Ely.

  When he did so, Ely shuddered. He missed his boyfriend already. "That was amazing." Ely said, again his voice affected by his passion.

  "Your turn to jack me while you're inside me, if you can go again so soon that is."

  "Give me a minute. Let me catch my breath."

  Emerson kissed Ely, sending in his warm, wet tongue. The taste of his lover exploded in his mouth, became all that he cared about as they writhed on the cot, their bodies one. They both groaned. He wouldn't be long at all before he could go again, not if Emerson kept on being so wonderful. He could feel the stirrings within him, his dick already semi hard, his foreskin retracting of its own accord.

  When they parted their kiss, Ely said over tingling lips, "I love you so much, Sonny."

  Without hesitation, Emerson said, "I love you, too, my Ely. With all my heart and everything I am."

  "I want to be with you always, you know."

  "I know." With that Emerson began to tickle Ely. Laughter and moans of delight mingled with their passion. Soon they were both hard, ready to share more of their affection and love.

  Ely couldn't be happier.

  Epilogue

  The internal hangar bay doors opened.

  In front of Ely, Emerson, Kale and Braden were the ship's full company. Every man and woman, from the maintenance crew to the captain, stood waiting for them to enter, a line of honour their path.

  "Attention!" a voice boomed.

  The hangar bay echoed with the footfalls of two-thousand hands as they came to a salute.

  Ely swallowed hard.

  With Emerson by his side, Braden and Kale, too, he marched forward. His goal was the far end of the hangar bay where the captain and his heads of departments waited, including Commander Okinawa in a wheel chair. Ely was glad to see him out of med bay. That proved that he was going to be all right, the man reco
vering from the alien's influence in his own way.

  For what seemed like an eternity, they made their way to the far end, the captain's smile urging all of them on. When they arrived, and Ely and the rest of them had offered their salutes, the captain turned to his number one, grabbing a box from his grasp.

  "For gallantry in action above and beyond the call of duty," the captain began. "I am both pleased and proud to present you, Cadet Braden, Cadet Emerson, Cadet Kale, and cadet Ely, with the Silver Star medal. Without your efforts mankind could now be facing its greatest threat before we even knew what had happened. This alien visit can now be considered the most hostile since we first became aware that the stars above us were places we could one day explore. You have shown us all that our first steps must be taken with caution, but at the same time, we must remain a unified and determined whole. Please step forward when I call your name."

  One by one, the captain called out their names. Ely was last, but he didn't care. He was as proud as he had ever been in all his life when the captain draped the medal around his neck, shook his hand and offered a smile that meant so much more than just one of happiness. It was one of respect, too. He clasped the shining Silver Star medal, admiring its beauty. All he wished was that his parents were here in person instead of being fed a feed.

  When Ely stepped back into the line before the captain and his commanders, he continued, speaking to the crowd as a whole, "Word has reached us of a signal coming from beyond the orbit Pluto. It is the same signal that attracted us to the--what we now are calling, the disease ship. It is the same signal that led us to discover that the aliens who are behind it have hostile intentions. The Mandrake, the Aristotle and the Fooshue are the closest starships and our orders are clear." The man paused for effect. "From this moment on, we are at war."

  "Dismissed!" the same voice as before yelled out.

  As men and women mingled, most offering their congratulations to the ones who had received medals, Ely turned to Emerson. "So it's begun already."

  "I knew it would. From what I could tell when I was in the machine's interface, they want the resources of our sun. They burned theirs out. I don't know why. Perhaps they used it all up to fuel their technology. Who knows?"

  "Then we'd better make sure we kick arse then, hadn't we?" Braden questioned with a smile, leaning over to come into Ely's view.

  "So long as we're all together, I'm all for it," Ely said.

  "I heard that," Kale interjected.

  Emerson said, "And what's more, we're working on something from that glass sample from the disease ship Ely so kindly provided the science department. I can tell you one thing, we're all in a state over it. The thing is amazing."

  Before Ely could even offer a smile to his boyfriend, the captain came close, gently pushing his way through the crowd that had gathered to offer their congratulations. "I want all of you to meet me in my ready room at eighteen hundred hours. I have a mission for you all. One that will hopefully see us gain the advantage against our new adversaries. Understood?"

  Ely, Emerson, Braden and Kale snapped to attention. "Yes, sir."

  When they had shaken everyone's hands and made their way back out of the hangar bay, Braden suggested they head for the lounge on C deck to relax before they had to present themselves to the captain.

  "I wonder what we're going to be doing?" Ely said, unable to contain himself any longer as soon as they were all seated at one of the light tables near the viewing window.

  Braden let out a chuckle. "I heard they want us to be some sort of diplomatic team or some shit like that. Bet they'll want us to try and copulate with the aliens, offer the best in human hospitality." He winked.

  Kale shook his head, but offered a cheeky smile. "If you let some alien sink his dick into you, you can forget me getting into your bed. You're on your own as far as I'm concerned."

  Braden grabbed Kale's hand. They had sat opposite to each other, their smiles and glances told the story of their affection for one another. "Yeah you will. Now, buy me a drink so that I'll be nice and easy for you tonight."

  Kale rolled his eyes. "Good thing you're a cheap root. I'll only need to buy two Callisto Cum shots."

  Ely raised his hand to attract a waiter's attention.

  For the next couple of hours Ely, Emerson, Kale and Braden drank, shared jokes and told tall tales of their first away mission together. One thing was certain, their spirits were high for their next mission. Ely didn't really care what the captain had in mind for them. He was happy he had found his place amongst the many who shared the stars with him aboard the Mandrake and that his bed was no longer cold.

  What more could a guy ask for?

  To be continued in Starship Cadet, First Contact

  About the Author

  My name is Mark Alders. I live in a house. This house has a street in front of it which is a good thing because if it didn't I wouldn't be able to drive down to the shop and purchase the chocolate I need on a daily basis *giggle* Seriously, I am a mild mannered post office worker by day and an erotic romance writer (mainly male/male) at night. Not much else to say other than, like everyone else, I have bills to pay, a mortgage and family that I love and drive me crazy all at the same time. Oh, and I have a dog, too! See? Average Joe…except when I get down and write…then I let my imagination go to places I never knew existed and my characters invade my mind.