Off World 2: Sanctuary

by Stephanie Vaughn

  What did Sandy want from him anyway if not sex? They’d done a little -- fooled around some. Not nearly enough to satisfy a man with Sandy’s desires, Alex was pretty sure. He’d watched Sandy eat and drink -- those types of appetites were frequently matched by the other kind. Someone like Sandy wouldn’t be satisfied for long with handjobs and dry-humping.

  Sandy didn’t like the drugs, either. What if that was what it took for Alex to be a full participant?

  Rubbing his hands in a circular motion, Sandy gradually worked his way back up Alex’s thighs, until Sandy’s thumbs were brushing the growing bulge in Alex’s pants. “Don’t ask why, Alex. A man can do what he wants, but he can’t will what he wants.”

  “But Sandy…” Sandy’s eyelids were looking sleepy again, gaze taking on a glazed look, as though he was looking into Alex’s soul. What could Sandy possibly see that pleased him? That didn’t disgust and repulse him?

  “Alex, it doesn’t matter. None of it matters. Your past. What everybody else thinks. The only thing that matters is what we want and need -- and if we think we can find it together.”

  “Sandy.” Alex ran fingers over Sandy’s face, over his cheekbones, down his nose, across his spare upper lip. Sandy’s tongue flicked out, catching a bit of his moving finger.

  “Alex…?” Sandy’s eyes drew him. The heat and need.

  “Huh, what?”

  “Can you come closer?’

  “I think so.”

  No hint of a smile, but Sandy’s nostrils flared a bit as his gaze sharpened.

  Leaning down to brace his forearms alongside Sandy’s head, Alex closed his eyes and kissed Sandy, his cock finding delicious pressure from Sandy’s. Sandy’s tongue stroked into his mouth and Alex leaned into it, losing himself in Sandy’s heat and taste and smell. Rocking his hips against Sandy’s, want washed over him.

  “Sandy, I want…” Alex kissed Sandy. Hungry little kisses on his mouth and chin. “Would you mind?”

  With a dazed look in his eyes, Sandy put his hands on Alex’s hips, holding them still to grind against. “Mind? What?”

  He’d never asked for anything like this before, so before he could think better of it, Alex blurted it out. “Could you be on top? I’d like to try that with you.”

  Sandy paused. “On top? Sure. Absolutely. But… are you sure? I’d think… Serious?” Sandy’s voice trailed off and Alex could practically see him puzzling it out in his head.

  “Could we just try it? I trust you. I think -- I think it’ll be okay.”

  “Sure, honey. Anything you want. I think we’ll have to take our pants off first, though.” Sandy smiled and Alex could only nod.

  It took Alex by surprise, how much he hated to move and lose contact with Sandy’s heat, because it took a conscious effort on his part to force himself off. Watching Sandy the whole time, Alex swung a leg off and rolled to his back, wriggling out of his pants along the way. The flex of muscle in Sandy’s arms as he did the same was riveting, the rippling motion drawing Alex’s eye, only to find himself distracted in the next moment by flexing of Sandy’s well-developed pecs. “Oh, yeah, Sandy, that’s… oh, my.”

  Sandy smiled at him, filling Alex’s field of vision as he climbed over, bracketing Alex’s head with his formidable arms. Spreading his legs, Sandy brought his lower body into contact with Alex, his balls making contact a moment before his erect cock slid next to Alex’s. “Still okay?”

  Alex nodded and placed a finger over Sandy’s mouth. “It’s okay. And you can stop asking me that every fifteen seconds.”

  “Are you sure, Alex? I… I don’t ever want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I l—” Pausing, Sandy looked up at the ceiling for a moment. When he looked back, his dark eyes were serious and the lines furrowing his brows were back. “I care about you. I want whatever we do together to be what you want. What you’re comfortable with.”

  Lifting a hand to stroke the grooves of worry on Sandy’s face, Alex tried to match Sandy’s solemn tone, to let Sandy know that he was serious, too. “I think I’m getting that, finally. Because you know what else I’d like?”

  “What?”

  “I’d like to know what it’s like to make love. I want to know what it feels like to have someone inside me that knows me and, like you say, maybe cares about me a little.”

  Alex glanced away as he spoke, focusing on a column of drawers built into the wall, afraid of what he might read in Sandy’s expression. Was what he wanted too much? Probably. But Sandy was the most generous person Alex had ever known. If he couldn’t ask Sandy, there really was no one else.

  Alongside Alex’s dick, Sandy’s jerked as Sandy’s hips did a slow roll and Alex forced his gaze back to Sandy, letting it move gradually up Sandy’s chest, until it reached Sandy’s face. Staring hard, Sandy was scanning Alex’s face with that laser beam look of his until gradually it softened.

  “Oh, honey. I would… I’m sorry, I have to ask: are you sure?”

  “If you don’t mind. If you don’t want to, I—”

  Sandy cut him off with a kiss, tongue filling his mouth, passion obvious. After a ravishingly thorough kiss, Sandy pulled back. “Of course I want to. I’m just afraid once I start, I won’t ever want to stop.”

  Chapter 17

  Trying not to be obvious about it, Sandy kept an eye on Alex as he reached for the brand new tube of lube in his nightstand drawer. A few unsuccessful experiments at Nelly’s aside, Sandy hadn’t needed any for a while and he’d had to purchase some at a place he’d seen down in the Pike. He was thumbing the cap off as Alex watched his face when Sandy caught himself. “I’d like to know what it’s like to make love.”

  The man had said make love, not fuck him senseless.

  Sandy recapped the tube and set it aside.

  He couldn’t resist another thrust of his hips, though, the rush of feeling as Alex’s dick rubbed against his incredible. Licking into Alex’s mouth, Sandy savored Alex’s breathless acquiescence, the way Alex closed his eyes and kissed Sandy back. Lowering his body, Sandy slid his chest against Alex’s, the surprisingly lush thatch of hair there sending a jolt of electricity through him as his sensitized nipples brushed over it.

  Sandy gave in to the urge to taste, licking and nipping at Alex’s own pink little nipples. Running his hands down Alex’s sides, Sandy grabbed handfuls of smooth skin, delighting in the silky feel of it beneath his hands as he buried his nose in Alex’s chest.

  Alex groaned, his hands on Sandy’s scalp, sending shivers down Sandy’s spine as he raked his short nails through Sandy’s hair. “Oh, Sandy. That’s…”

  Sandy was kissing down Alex’s stomach, making Alex flinch and jerk as he ran his tongue around Alex’s navel. His hands already wandering lower, Sandy pushed himself down the bed, all the better to reach Alex’s cock. One hand cradling Alex’s balls, Alex’s sighs got louder when -- after encouraging Alex up onto his side -- Sandy got comfortable and took Alex into his mouth.

  “Sandy, oh God, you—”

  His mouth filled with cock, Sandy could only moan in agreement. So good. So right. Sandy used his tongue to slide along the side and press on the sensitive underside as he pulled his head back a bit to suck on the tip. He wanted it all, though, not just the end. So Sandy took it all back in, wrapping an arm around Alex’s ass and wallowing in the satisfaction of having Alex so completely fill his senses.

  Sandy settled in, working Alex steadily, quickly, drawing on Alex’s cock until Alex’s balls began to tighten. Slowing down, Sandy pulled his mouth off, using only his tongue to take long, slow swipes at the sides and shaft while his hand drifted down the crack of Alex’s ass to tease along another front.

  Mumbling breathless, incoherent bits of encouragement, Alex reached for Sandy, trying to get his hands between Sandy’s legs, but Sandy evaded him. This needed to last a while and if Alex got that mouth on him, it would be over in minutes, if not seconds, so Sandy angled his lower body away from Alex’s reach.

  “Sa
ndy.” Alex’s frustrated wail only told Sandy what he wanted to know. Taking Alex into his mouth again, Sandy lavished attention on Alex, worshipping Alex’s cock while he squeezed and fondled the sensitive balls. Easing off the pressure with his hand, Sandy concentrated on the taste and feel of Alex’s cock, but too soon the quickening signs of Alex’s approaching climax were back and Sandy pulled away again.

  “But, Sandy… I was so close.”

  Pushing himself up, Sandy smiled a little at Alex and the picture of frustrated pleasure he made. A few more kisses, planted in random spots over Alex’s body as he turned himself around, and Sandy was rolling Alex onto his stomach. “Because it’s too soon. You’re not ready yet.”

  Alex whimpered into the bedclothes, clutching handfuls of the coverlet to himself. “I’m ready, I promise I’m ready.”

  “Have you ever taken hours to come?”

  Trying to look over his shoulder at Sandy, Alex paused. “Me, personally? No. Never. What would be the point of that?”

  Moving to straddle Alex’s back, Sandy leaned down to whisper in Alex’s ear. “Because when you finally do, when you’re wrung out and spent and your lover finally lets you -- it’s spectacular.” Leaning closer, Sandy kissed below Alex’s ear; continued kissing down below Alex’s jaw, nuzzled Alex’s bristly cheek with its beginnings of a beard.

  “Right now, just a regular orgasm would do for me. Really. Save the special one for my birthday, just...” Sandy was inching backward, his own rigid cock sliding down over Alex’s ass as he kissed and licked his way down Alex’s back. When Sandy’s dick slid into the crease of Alex’s ass, Alex’s breath caught and speech halted completely.

  Sandy kept going, sliding lower as his fingers came back to flirt with Alex’s puckered pink hole. “Just what?”

  “Huh?”

  Smiling, Sandy got comfortable again, spreading Alex’s legs to give himself more room. “You were saying, ‘just.’” Alex’s body finally open and available to him, Sandy lowered his head again and began exploring with his tongue.

  “Wh-what are you doing?”

  Alex’s flustered little stutter was completely charming and Sandy paused for a moment to smile. “You don’t mean that literally, do you? You’re not actually asking what I’m doing, right?” Alex’s skin was soft and the scent of him was a little more intense, but it was clean and musky and tempting as all hell.

  “I… But, I…oh.”

  Sandy always could resist anything but temptation and had gone back to teasing Alex with his lips and tongue, even as he stroked Alex’s waist and ass with feather-light touches of his fingers. Alex’s ‘oh’ was a sigh of pleasure as Sandy pressed the tip of his tongue into the sensitive nerve endings at the entrance to Alex’s body.

  “I love everything about you, baby. Not just your dick. Everything.”

  “Oh, mmm, S-sandy.” Alex burrowed in against the coverlet, shifting a bit from side to side, trying to get some friction on his cock, probably. Sandy continued using his mouth to tease Alex, backing off and resting his head against the smooth curve of Alex’s ass when Alex’s moans got higher in pitch or started coming too close together, letting Alex come back down almost to baseline before building him back up again.

  When Sandy added a finger to the teasing, Alex nearly came up off the bed the first time Sandy hit his sweet spot. “Sandy?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Any, uh, any time now. I think, I’m pretty sure, yeah… oh! Sweet Jesus, that was close.” Sandy was stroking inside Alex now and Alex was thrusting his ass back and up against Sandy’s hand, as much as Sandy would let him, anyway.

  Sandy dragged things out a bit more, but he was more than ready and Alex seemed receptive. “I think you’re ready. How would you like it? Hand? Mouth?”

  “Dick? Can I have your dick?”

  “Sure.” Closing his eyes for a second against the rush of pleasure, Sandy withdrew his finger, placing a last kiss on Alex’s ass before wiping his hand and reaching for the lube again. “Absolutely.”

  His hands shaking a bit, Sandy stroked some of the cool gel over his aching cock, so far past hard it was nearly ossified. Adding some more lube to his hand, Sandy eased his fingers into Alex’s body, smiling at the bone-deep satisfaction of Alex pushing back onto him, seeking his touch.

  Edging up close to Alex, Sandy ran a hand down Alex’s spine, ending with an appreciative palm against Alex’s ass. “Alex, tell me if—”

  “Sandy, shut up already and give it to me. I want it.” Ass in the air, head resting on his folded arms, Alex’s words were muffled but audible.

  When he finally pushed inside, if Sandy thought he detected a momentary shudder from Alex, he told himself it was the good kind. As carefully as he could manage, Sandy began working himself in when Alex suddenly pushed back hard until Alex’s ass rested against his hips and he was all the way in.

  Hands on Alex’s hips, a jolt of pleasure rocked Sandy to his core and, even as he tried to imprint the moment on his memory, he was pulling out so that he could do it again.

  Easy.

  Easy, now.

  Sandy tried talking to himself, but it didn’t do a damn bit of good.

  He wanted to be careful.

  He wanted to take his time, make sure everything was okay with Alex.

  Only Alex wasn’t listening, and Sandy’s body for damn sure wasn’t listening. Alex was moaning and pushing back with every thrust of Sandy inside him, and Sandy was grunting and slamming into Alex like a sailor on shore leave with a three-credit whore.

  Alex pushed up onto his forearms -- still offering his ass to Sandy -- and began working his cock with one hand. Working himself, Alex matched his rhythm to Sandy’s, fisting his own dick feverishly while Sandy pumped into him hard.

  “Harder. Just a little. Yeah, like that, give it to me. Sandy.”

  Alex’s body shook in a quick, halting rhythm as he came and it was too much for Sandy. The sight of Alex’s beautiful body, the thought of him coming from something Sandy had done… Two, three more strokes and Sandy was coming, too, pumping himself into Alex’s gorgeous ass as Alex shuddered and groaned, slowly slumping forward onto his face.

  Gradually melting, when Sandy slipped out he rolled to his side, taking Alex with him. Draping an arm across Alex’s waist, he held Alex close, placing lazy, replete kisses over Alex’s back and shoulder. Sandy shifted the arm under his head and ran his fingers through Alex’s sweat-dampened hair, as he caught his breath and soaked in the feelings he hesitated to put names to.

  Love.

  Tenderness.

  Sandy cringed inwardly at the vulnerability those words implied. But what else could he do? He felt how he felt and all there was to do about it was figure out a way to make it work.

  ***

  “Are you hungry? Want to go down to the -- unh -- mess and get something to eat?” Alex didn’t answer. That is, unless shaking his head counted. “What about coffee? You’ve got to be ready for some -- oh, fuck, Jesus -- coffee.”

  Smiling with his eyes, Alex looked up from between Sandy’s legs and took another long, bobbing pull with his mouth on Sandy’s cock. Alex wasn’t sure how this little test of wills had begun, but Sandy was determined to get them down to the mess hall for food and Alex was just as determined to keep Sandy to himself. Sandy was due for some time of his own, the way the crew had been working him, and Alex was going to see to it that he got it.

  So Alex concentrated on his best combination of techniques to get Sandy off. Strong suction with lots of tongue, interspersed with some loving attention paid to the sensitive head area, then back to the shaft to swallow it all down. A hand adding a twisting motion as he jacked the shaft. Press two fingers behind the balls when he wasn’t mouthing or licking them.

  Alex had to give Sandy credit -- he was holding firm to his plan, doing his best to concentrate while Alex was doing his best to distract. “Oh, sweet— Let me just check in and then we can— Shit. Fuck, yeah. Yeah, oh, that’s—�
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  Sandy came in strong spurts and the warm, salty fluid hit the back of his throat and slid down. Alex stayed where he was, stroking Sandy’s thighs and milking the last of Sandy’s climax as the thick fingers sifted through his mess of morning hair.

  When Sandy’s hand slipped beneath his chin, lifting it up, Alex finally let go of Sandy’s spent cock. “You’re bad for my productivity, you know that?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I’d say you were pretty darned productive just now, as a matter of fact.” Sandy’s smile was rueful, but Alex just grinned back at him. “Way, way above average -- take the word of a professional on that one.”

  Alex realized his mistake when Sandy’s smile, small to begin with, faded even more. Why couldn’t he learn even a little tact, damn it?