Syfi Warriors

by Rose Nickol

  Part of Martin was fuming, while another part smiled. How dare Fred do this! He had no right. Okay, maybe he had the right to decide who worked on what projects, but he had no place meddling in his life. He sure as shit had no reason to pull James into this.

  Oh, when he got back in front of Fred he was going to make that man pay for his actions. “I guess this will be my last job with Manning Construction,” Martin decided.

  “What? Martin, no,” James spoke for the first time since they arrived. “You can’t give up your career.”

  Martin turned and smiled back to him. James felt his heart constrict at that look. “I’m not. I’m just changing employers. I always have two to three job offers waiting in the wings. I won’t be unemployed for long.”

  That didn’t make James feel any better. He was fine with the investigation. There was no indication that there was any threat present when he allowed Martin out of his secured apartment. The bomb was something new, something their scanners couldn’t detect. For all they knew, it was perfectly secure once the Xythandrians retreated. The investigation would reveal that. Once it did, there would be no consequences for James.

  The thought of Martin leaving though, that wasn’t fine. He hated the idea, to be truthful.

  “I am sorry,” Captain Jonas said again. “This is out of my hands, for the most part. I can only delay the situation.”

  “I understand,” Martin stood. “Thank you.”

  James opened the door for him and they left. Martin instructed him to return to the apartments so he could get his tablet. Once he had that they went to the worksite. Martin pulled Daryl off to the side and informed him of the change in command for the hospital wing project. From what James could see, reading Daryl’s look, the man wasn’t happy to hear it. Then again, this would be the second change, making it the third person to lead the construction crew.

  After the update, Martin and Daryl instantly got to work on the plans for the rec-center. Martin apparently made a few adjustments that would need to be manually changed in the construction. Daryl didn’t seem worried about it, so James doubted it was anything major.

  “James,” Martin called out to him a good hour after they’d arrived. “How about some lunch?”

  “Sounds good,” James agreed and followed him back to the Rover where they headed for the Mess. It was a slow day after that. Martin remained on site throughout the workday, making James’s job rather easy and dull. He couldn’t go and take a break in the simulator, like he usually did when Martin returned to his apartment. Instead he busied himself with memorizing every inch of Martin’s body as he watched him move about the foundation.

  By the end of the day a skeleton of what would be the new building stood bare against the background of the dome. As James looked at it, he frowned. He’d seen the blueprints dozens of times, and couldn’t make heads or tails of them. Even now, with something physical to look at, he had no clue what it would look like in the end. James did know that it would be amazing, Martin had put in so much for it not to be, but other than that it was just a big blank.

  “See you tomorrow,” Martin shook Daryl’s hand before walking over to him. “So? Anything else planned today?”

  “Yes,” James stood and, despite the fact they were out in the open, wrapped his arms around Martin’s waist and drew him closer. “I’m going to take you back to your rooms, and deliver on that promise from earlier.”

  Martin shivered, his eyes lighting up with wanton desire. “Well, that sounds awesome.”

  “Get in,” James stepped aside and let Martin slide into his seat. There were quite a few people watching them as he moved around to the other side, got in, and drove off. He didn’t give two fucks about everyone else. He’d just been told he was losing Martin in a few weeks. He was tired of waiting. Tonight, he was going to hold the man, or be held by him. James didn’t care which, so long as he got to be with Martin.

  They managed to make it up to Martin’s room without touching each other, but that changed the second they crossed the threshold. James pushed Martin against the wall and kissed him with a fever he’d never felt until meeting him.

  “I’m not letting you go tonight,” James declared, his hands already reaching to strip Martin of his shirt.

  “Oh god, I hope so,” Martin groaned, his hand sliding between them and massaging James’s cock. “Need you.”

  James pulled back just far enough so he could look in Martin’s eyes. His heart pounded in his chest, his pulse rocketing through him as he looked at the man he was quickly becoming more than just attracted to.

  “You have me.”

  Chapter 9

  Martin had never heard three words sweeter. Not even when Fred had first declared his love for him did Martin feel as enraptured as when he looked at James’ brown eyes and felt everything in him reach out for him. It was like the universe had stalled, and time came to a temporary halt, as they just watched each other.

  Moving in, Martin kissed James tenderly, hoping to convey just a small amount of what was circling through him to the other man. James responded in kind, his arms circling around his waist, and pulling him closer as their tongues danced lazily.

  Despite the gentle caresses, or maybe because of them, Martin’s body was heating up fast. His cock pressed insistently at his jeans’ zipper, and his hands twitched to reach down and grasp a handful of James’ rather delicious ass. Not for the first time he was thinking about sliding between those firm cheeks and just staying there. He also wanted James in him. Martin found himself at an impasse.

  Turning, Martin maneuvered until he had James pressed against the wall. He might as well see where this was going to take them. Reaching down, he stripped off James’ shirt, leaving them both bare chested. Pulling away from the kiss, and already missing the feel of the other’s lips, Martin ran his hands along James’ chest. He enjoyed the gentle rise and fall of peaks and valleys developed by his muscular body. The pounding of his heart mirrored Martin’s own erratic tempo. Keeping his eyes locked on him, Martin’s hands continued further down, undoing the button, and unzipping his pants, as he slid his hand inside the waistband of his briefs.

  James moaned, his head falling back, as he hitched his hips up into Martin’s hand. The act was erotic and sensual. A submission on a small scale that had Martin’s blood quickly rushing south.

  Leaning in, Martin ghosted his lips across James’s jawline, feeling the slight stubble present tease him in return. He bypassed his lover’s mouth, instead choosing to travel the same path his hands had taken, down his chest, across his abs, and nipping at his hips. As his hands descended, he pulled James’s pants and briefs down, exposing his fully erect cock, beads of precum sliding down the dark shaft. The sight was mouthwatering.

  Kissing just the tip, Martin’s hands massaged up and down James’ legs. His muscles flexed beneath Martin’s touch. So much power, and it was all bottled up. Martin wanted to set it free by pleasuring James. Thrilling!

  Opening his mouth, he took James slowly into him inch by inch. The man wasn’t just long, he was thick as well. About a quarter of the way down, Martin sealed his lips tightly around the engorged cock, and pulled back. The answering hiss from James had Martin’s own needy cock twitching and begging for attention. He ignored it, as he moved to take more of James into his mouth.

  He repeated the process of going in and backing up several times, reaching up to fondle James’ balls for added stimulus, as he worked James down his throat. In the end, it was impossible to take all of him, and Martin had to concede by wrapping one of his hands around the base of James’s shaft and stroking him.

  “Martin,” James moaned, his hips hitching slightly as Martin started to bob his head along his shaft, pumping his hand along the parts he couldn’t take in. Glancing up, Martin groaned around the cock in his mouth at the sight James pressed against the wall. One of his arms was above him, like he was trying to search out a handhold, while the other was pressed against Martin’s back. His b
ody arced beautifully from the wall, and his kissed bruised lips were open with a silent plea. It was his eyes, though, those beautiful mocha brown orbs, glazed over with want and need, that were truly captivating.

  It was that look that spurred Martin on to do what he’d wanted to do since meeting the man. Slicking up his fingers with his own saliva, Martin reached around James and slid between those tight ass cheeks. James tensed for a moment, but quickly relaxed as Martin pressed against his tight bud. He wanted to ask if this was James’ first time being touched there, but decided that would probably ruin the mood. Instead he took his time opening him up for the first finger. He teased and caressed the puckered hole, slowly working in his finger to the first knuckle. James shivered as Martin slid the first digit home, and just let it rest for a moment. He wanted him to get used to the idea of something foreign being inserted in his ass.

  “More,” James implored, his hand coming off the wall to reach behind him and grasp Martin’s hand. “I need more.”

  Fuck! The man was hot when he was needy. Taking his cue, Martin pulled out his finger to the first knuckle and then thrust back up into him. It took a few tries of searching, but when he found the man’s prostate, James screamed, bending down over Martin’s head, knees going weak.

  “Oh, fuck, Martin,” James cried.

  Martin released James’ cock, used his free hand to make him lean back up against the wall, and rose to his feet all the while he slid a second finger into the man’s ass. Capturing James’ mouth, he plunged his tongue deep and fucked him two ways as he pulled him close, trapping both their cocks between them.

  “So hot,” Martin groaned as he ground his cock against James’.

  “Shit,” James panted, his arms wrapping around Martin and pulling him even closer as he thrust against him. Martin added a third finger and had to pull away from the kiss to control himself. So much, there was so much. He didn’t know sex could be this good, and they hadn’t even gotten to the best parts! This was just foreplay!

  “Need lube,” Martin whined as he felt his fingers going dry within James. He didn’t want to hurt the man, but he also didn’t want to let him go.

  “Don’t,” James said, trying to pull Martin back to him when in the end the need for lube won out and he stepped back.

  “Stay,” Martin ordered. To his surprise, James did.

  Swallowing around the need to just dry fuck him, Martin rushed to his room, grabbed the bottle of lube in his bedside table, and returned in less than ten seconds to find James stroking himself, still leaning against the wall. Biting back a curse, Martin popped the button on his pants, pulled down his zipper and removed his cock as he opened the cap on the tube, and poured an ample amount into his hand. Slicking up his shaft he had to pinch the base of his cock to keep from coming right there. The sight James made was too fucking sexy for anyone’s sanity, let along Martin’s control.

  Approaching the dark man, Martin stepped close and kissed him hard. His already slick hand returned to James’s ass and pressed two fingers deep within him. “Ah, Martin,” James cried, the hand he’d been stroking himself with now wrapping around both their cocks and pumping them in tempo with Martin’s hand fucking him.

  “Shit, turn around,” Martin half demanded, half begged as he hitched his hips up into James’ grasp.

  It was awkward, and a bit clumsy, but they managed to untangle themselves as James turned around and presented his ass to Martin like a prize. And damn, what a prize! Martin couldn’t help but bend down and press a love bite, followed by a soothing kiss to those perfect round globes. The man had a truly wonderful ass.

  Standing back up, Martin pressed his chest to James’ back, and slid his cock between those firm cheeks. They both trembled with the feel and knowledge of what was to come, both wanting it and yet delaying it.

  “Martin,” James reached behind him and rested his hand on Martin’s hip. “Do it.”

  Martin kissed James’s shoulder, across his back, and to the other shoulder as he pulled the man’s cheeks apart and slid in. Just like he’d done when he sucked the man off, Martin took his entrance slow, not wanting to hurt him.

  “Oh, stars!” James groaned. “Not going to break,” he panted. “Martin, fuck me!”

  “Damn it,” Martin moaned and snapped his hips forward. His cock dove home, and his balls tapped James’. Both men cried out as Martin set a fast and deep pace, giving James and him what they desperately had been wanting for days now. As Martin thrust into James, enjoying the tight heat, and wonderful sensation of being encased by the other man, he realized this wasn’t going to last long. He was far to pent up, and needed release.

  Reaching around, he grasped James’ cock and started pumping him in time with his thrusts. The echoing moans that bounced off the walls added to the urgency as Martin sought both James’ release and his own, quicker, faster, he needed it to be there.

  “Martin,” James called, his hips thrusting back to meet each diving plunge of Martin’s cock. “Almost there. Oh, fuck. Martin!” James came on a cry and that was it, Martin fell right behind him, burying his cock deep into his ass and spilling his seed.

  “Fuck,” Martin breathed as he wrapped his arms around James and just held him. They slid to the floor together, their legs giving out from the strain. “I forgot a condom,” Martin suddenly realized.

  “I’m clean,” James panted, leaning back against Martin.

  “Me too,” Martin sighed. “How about a shower?”

  “Sounds good,” James agreed.

  Though the shower had been offered, it took them both some time to have the strength to move into the bathroom. When they did, James watched Martin strip out of his clothes and turn the water on. He could still feel the man in his ass, but right now he was looking at Martin’s backside and his cock jerked with the thought of delving between those creamy cheeks and splitting them wide.

  “You coming in?” Martin asked over his shoulder before he stepped into the shower and under the warm cascading water.

  “Definitely,” James smiled, trying and failing to keep the lecherous growl from his voice. Martin turned, his eyes widening as James crowded him against the tiled wall. His hands went to Martin’s waist, and around to grip his ass. James licked his lips as he watched Martin’s eyes mist over with want. “Up for another round?”

  Martin’s answering smile was needy and desperate as he stepped close and reached for James’ shoulders. He tugged him in and their lips clashed in fiery passion as their previous heat returned and engulfed them. James’ fingers moved inward, delving between Martin’s snow white cheeks and pressing against his entrance. The muscle seemed to quiver beneath his touch, almost begging him to enter.

  “James,” Martin broke the kiss and looked at him, “You didn’t by chance grab the lube? Did you?”

  James broke away from Martin with a curse and ran out to the entrance where the bottle was sitting. He could hear Martin’s laughter as he snatched up the open container and quickly read it. Thank the home planet, it was waterproof. Returning to the bathroom, and stepping back into the shower he found Martin leaning against the tiled wall, gripping his sides, lost in his laughter.

  “You,” he gasped as he tried to right himself, “You got my floor wet.”

  “It’ll dry,” James shrugged as he crowded against Martin, poured the slick substance onto his fingers, and slid them along Martin’s crack. He worked his way slowly toward his entrance, enjoying the slight trembling that passed through his lover’s body as Martin pushed back to meet James’s fingers.

  Taking Martin’s lips with his own, James kissed the man with urgency as he thrust the first finger inside him. Martin’s body opened up for him like an old friend, accepting him easily. It was obvious Martin was used to this, but James pushed the thought aside. It didn’t matter who else he’d been with. At this moment, he was the one holding Martin.

  “James,” Martin moaned, pushing his hips back down to meet James’s thrusting finger. “More.�
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  “You sure?” Even as he asked the question, James slid the second finger in beside the first.

  Martin’s head fell back, breaking the kiss, as he moaned, riding James’ fingers, fucking up into him. James’ cock pulsed between his legs, demanding to be used, but James ignored it. He wanted to watch as Martin came undone before him.

  He added the third finger and it was like electricity zapped Martin’s entire body. He went ramrod straight before crying out, gripping James’ shoulder for stability. Looking down to the other man’s cock, James’s expected to see cum being washed away. Martin hadn’t orgasmed, meaning James had found his prostate.

  “I’m ready,” Martin whimpered, his body pressing close to James, his lips kissing along his neck and up to his ear. “Fuck me.”

  “Wrap your legs around me,” James instructed.

  The look Martin gave him was one of worry and skepticism. “I’m not light.”

  “And I’m not weak.”

  It took a moment, but Martin shrugged and with a small hop—and assisted by James—he wrapped his legs around James’ waist. It took a bit of maneuvering, and a small amount of cursing, before James had his cock popping past that first ring of muscle and sliding inside Martin’s tight channel.

  “Oh, yes!” Martin cried out, his legs and arms tightening their hold on James, driving him deeper.

  James spread his feet to get his balance and the best grip he could, especially in the slippery shower, and then he started pounding up into Martin’s body. His lover screamed, his body coming down to meet each thrust of James’ body with equal force. Their mouths clashed in a kiss of lips, tongues, and teeth as they drove each other to the edges of insanity and dove off together. Still, James continued to drive into the hot body he had pinned to the wall.

  It was like that moment during a free fall, right before you expected to end abruptly as a nasty mark on the ground, and then you pull your nose up and you’re soaring, going higher and higher still. James couldn’t stop and Martin was flying right beside him as they sailed together.