When he woke later in the morning, the other side of their bed was empty. He reached over to touch the other pillow and found faint warmth still. As he turned into it hoping some of his scent still lingered there, it occurred to him that he might have fallen.
"Bullshit" he said out loud and pushed himself out of the little bed, brushing off the uncomfortable wanderings of his still asleep morning brain. He dropped his shorts on the way into the little bathroom, turned on the spray to hot and slid into the shower. He tried to wake up his brain by talking to himself, musing over his schedule for the day, the briefings, the simulators, and the fucking gym. As he soaped up and ran his hand across his morning hardness, he remembered the night before and another hand on his cock.
That was after relentless fucking, both of them trying to get rid of the stink of another frustrating day of waiting as the ship moved towards an inevitable future. As they got closer to the Teron's, anxiety began to affect everyone on the Sleipnir. The petty squabbles had stopped after Encke took control replaced now with a noticeable hush throughout the bays. All of them, fighters and navies were beginning to look haunted, speaking in whispers, hurrying to their assignments like they were already being hunted down.
He wasn't sure about the others but he knew their fucking was brutal. Both of them demanding more as if they could fuck away their growing fear. He let the hot spray fall across his aching back as he grasped the length of his morning hardness. As he stroked with a determined hand he flashed back to the very early morning when they lay across each other exhausted and sated for the moment. A strong hand had snaked down his belly and gripped him. In his ear, whispered in the darkness, "This belongs to me!"
It wasn't a demand or a promise, it was just a truth that they both knew from the moment they had first faced each other in Berings office. He didn't know what it was then, he didn't know what it was now and neither of them knew how to handle it. But that didn't make it any less true. His breathing became ragged, the night before replayed as he stroked himself roughly. The harshness of his orgasm nearly brought him to his knees.
He remembered drifting off in the early hours of the morning, warm and safe in strong arms perhaps for the first time in his life. Finally, inexplicably, he knew where he belonged. He didn't think he whispered "I love you too, princess," loud enough for Abel to hear but he wasn't sure. As he rinsed off and tried to catch his breath in the steam of the hot shower, Cain found himself hoping that he had.