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.There wasn’t.There was no play, there was no giggling, there was none of the laughter or the kidding that C.J.had known with his other lovers.This thing they were doing, it was deadly serious, and C.J.thought hazily, as Anderson cleaned off his cock with a questioning mouth, that tomorrow, they would have time to play.Tomorrow, they would make love again in the morning, and C.J.would teach him how much fun it would be, but now, they just needed, just wanted, just needed so fucking bad! That every touch was desperation, desire, arousal to the point of pain.Anderson pushed between C.J.’s thighs, spreading them, shoving the pillow under C.J.’s hips and taking the lubricant from where it had been dropped on the bed.“I’ve never done this part before,” he explained, his breath tickling the fine dark hairs all points south of C.J.’s cock.“Lots of lube,” C.J.muttered.“One finger, not deep… two… oh Christ, yes! Just like you did with yourself… but… yeah… deeper….”“I know what’s deeper, C.J.,” Anderson said, sounding very sober.His fingers inside C.J.’s body were throwing everything into chaos.C.J.loved being fucked, loved being the bottom, and Anderson’s touch was sure and commanding and everything C.J.could plead for in a lover.Anderson scissored his fingers, spreading them and then putting them together and pushing up until….“That’s deeper!” C.J.yelped, and Anderson pushed on it again and again and again until now C.J.was begging.“Please! Dammit, Anderson, I wasn’t trying to torture… God, yes!” Because Anderson had risen on his knees, a slender, commanding god, about to claim C.J.as his home planet.His cock was big enough to make stretching a question and not a certainty, and C.J.had to struggle to breathe… breathe… breathe.He closed his eyes and saw a planetary ring of fire like the one his stretched anus had become, and then….“Yessssss….” The head of Anderson’s prick popped in, and now C.J.was the one being hammered, fucked, pounded into oblivion, while Anderson’s once sweet, wide-eyed face, twisted fiercely with the snarl of a predator, and C.J.died and died and died again while being impaled on his body.Anderson closed his eyes with his final lunge, and C.J.had been convulsing in climax around his cock steadily for quite some time.C.J.was exhausted by then, orgasmed past pleasure and into pain and still wanting more, but he watched the peace stealing across Anderson’s features when he closed his eyes, set down his burdens, and released into C.J.’s body.Anderson fell forward, and this time, it was C.J.whispering into his hair, C.J.saying soothing nonsense words, C.J.telling him softly that he was loved.Anderson rolled off of C.J.’s body, and they lay still, their ferocious heat cooling slightly when they were no longer touching, and C.J.turned his head to look into Anderson’s eyes.Anderson was curled on his side, and he clasped C.J.’s hand in his as they both panted in the darkness and tried to find words, any words.“Thank you, C.J.,” Anderson mumbled, obviously exhausted.“Thank you.”“I love you, Anderson,” C.J.said, wanting that to be between them as well as the sex.But Anderson didn’t say the words back, and C.J.guessed that maybe he wasn’t ready, and that was C.J.’s fault for not waiting.“Thank you, C.J.Thank you.For the first time in forever, I’m real.”C.J.was falling, falling, falling asleep.He reached out for a moment and stroked Anderson’s hair.“You’re real,” he whispered.“You’re real to me.”THEY were both hot and sweaty and covered in the mess that came with sex, even as they fell asleep.C.J.woke up a little later, surprised to find Anderson was wiping him off, his pubic area, his backside, his stomach where he’d come when Anderson had been inside him.“Let me return the favor,” he mumbled.“Later,” Anderson murmured back.“Later.I’ll be back.You can do it then.”“Where’re you going?” C.J.asked, not even able to keep his eyes open.“Just to get some fruit juice.Shhhh….”C.J.fell asleep then, God help him.Fell fast asleep.Anderson returned to their bed much later, and C.J.reached around to clasp him around the middle.Anderson whimpered, like the action hurt, but scooted back into C.J.’s embrace the way he’d been doing since the very beginning.“I love you, C.J.,” he whispered.“Love you too,” C.J.said back, loving how tightly they fit when there wasn’t anything between them.Anderson must have fallen asleep then.An hour later, he woke up in time to scream.This time, the screams weren’t silent—the raw, keening screech of them blasted around the space station with the force to shatter planets and turn asteroid fields to dust.And they never, never stopped.Part 3: AndersonChapter 15Two Keystrokes, Three Hits, and One Big LossANDERSON almost didn’t follow through on what he had to do because he couldn’t stop looking at C.J.God, he looked so vulnerable, lying face down, naked, the chocolate and cream color of his skin gleaming lustrous and touchable
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