Three kept catching himself thinking about it every time things around him began to get too quiet. And why shouldn't he think about it? It wasn't like anyone on the ship could read minds. The sex was great. If that was the only thing he was thinking about, then that would be great, too.
But One's cock. It had been impressive when he first stripped. Then it had gotten hard watching he and Two kiss. It was so hot and hard when he finally let himself touch it. One could deny it until every star in the whole universe burned out, but he liked it, too. Especially when Three had cleaned him off.
Sometimes, Three felt like he could still taste the mix of them in his mouth. It had already been a week and he'd jerked off three times thinking about it.
The thing that bothered him the most was how little of it he'd got in his mouth. He felt like he should have been able to do more. Like old him could have. The fact that he didn't – and couldn't really push it since One had already come – dug at him. Enough that he had to do something.
#_#_#
One had only bothered cleaning off his hands. That way he could at least get to his room – and the tepid shower within – without leaving greasy smears everywhere. The rest of him was a mess. If he'd known what Five wanted him to do, he would have just let her get Three.
He took his time showering off and enjoyed the silence. The Raza was a big enough ship that they weren't crammed on top of each other and could easily find ways to be alone. Still felt beyond good to be just himself alone in a quiet shower. He didn't leave until the water shifted from tepid to frosty. They needed to get the Android on fixing the shower temperatures. A hot shower would be amazing. If he could remember what one felt like.
Towel around his waist, One headed out to enjoy more time alone in his room. He was bent to dig through his drawers for something to wear when the door slid open. One spun around, grabbing his towel when he felt it slip.
They stared at each other for a long minute before One found his voice. "Are we just opening doors without any warning, now?"
Three at least had the decency to look apologetic. "Uh, to be honest I didn't think you'd be in here. Must've searched the whole ship."
"Five had a project she needed help with. Six and I were underneath a floor for at least a couple hours. I came out all greasy and sweaty so I came back to shower. Why were you looking for me?" One adjusted the towel, tightening it around his hips. He really wanted to get dressed, but Three coming by put him on edge. He wasn't going to leave him alone in here and there was no way in hell that he was going to drop this towel in front of him.
"Wanted to ask you—wait. Why didn't she come to me?"
One snorted. "I agreed to help first. The space was barely big enough for us and, in her words, there would be no way to easily get our bodies out if we killed each other down there."
One waited, but Three just stood there. "Well? You wanted to ask...?"
"Uh...yeah." Three scratched at the back of his neck. He looked...nervous. But in typical Three fashion, he chose the method that just went crashing forward. "I was wondering if you would like to get blown."
One blinked at him. "Excuse me?"
"How would you like a blow job?"
"By who?"
Three stared at him. "Mary freaking Poppins, who do you think?"
One's mouth was suddenly dry. "When?"
"Now, if you want. I mean, you're all nice and clean." Three waved a hand at him.
One sat on the end of the bed. He wasn't sure how much longer his legs were going to hold. "Okay, but only if you ask nicely."
Three narrowed his eyes, turned around, and marched back out of One's room. One waited a minute before getting up. He went to lock the door and it slid open again before he could.
"Please." Three said. He looked up and down the hallway.
"Please, what?"
Three shoved him further into the room and against the wall, the door sliding shut behind them. He eased his fingers between the towel and One's skin. One's heart jumped up into his throat, pounding hard there. When Three spoke again, it was that low growl that he had really liked when they were with Two.
"Please let me suck that thing too big to be normal."
One felt bad for giving in so easily, but then Three slid the towel free so that it dropped to the floor. Three dropped his head to look at One's cock working its way to hard powered by Three's voice and gaze. Three slid his hand around One, stroking him slowly.
One rolled his head back against the wall. This was beyond anything he'd expected for today. Three squeezed him and One bumped his head on the wall. "Seriously, how are you this big?"
"Oh, about a million needles. Hours of surgery. Painful recovery. And the rehab...you wouldn't believe the rehab they made me do before they'd ever let me leave the hospital with one this big. But is the life I chose, dammit!"
Three cracked what was possibly the biggest grin he'd ever seen on the man. He started laughing, giving One a couple strokes. "Sit your ass down, Pretty Boy. I think that might help."
"You're seriously going to try this?"
"Sit down."
"At least tell me if you're staying dressed the whole time. That way I can know if you're going to expect some reciprocation." One turned to sit down and he was surprised to see that Three hadn't already stripped off every stitch of clothing.
Three shook his head. "This is about me. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Except sit there. If you don't sit there, I will be forced to tie you down."
"If that sounds more fun than it should...?"
Three licked his lips, glancing down at One's cock. "Then I might have to come back later."
"Later...provided you don't choke and die now."
"Ha. Ha." Three sank to his knees, pushing One's legs apart.
One swallowed. He was completely exposed to Three and while a part of him was turned on by the thought of it, the rest was horrified. "Is that really necessary?"
Three stared at One's cock. "Yeah. Here, come closer. Edge of the bed."
Three pulled on One's thighs until he was barely perched on the edge of the mattress. It angled his hips differently, changing the way his cock hung in front of Three. Three chewed on his lip as he took everything in. All One could manage was to watch him. It was the most strategizing he'd ever seen from Three.
It hit One that up until this moment, he'd still thought Three was pulling some kind of joke. He was serious about what he was going to do and that made One's cock twitch. Three noticed and angled his eyes up at One. "You have something to say?"
"Yeah, stop staring at me and do something. Anything. Like that...ah..."
Three had started stroking One's cock from base to tip. He twisted his hand at the head, squeezing until One moaned, his hips giving a little thrust. One watched, disconnected from his body, as Three's head lowered to his cock. Three's tongue licked the length. At the tip, he opened his mouth and started the descent.
On the underside of his cock, One felt Three's tongue and on the top, the barest scrape of his teeth. One's muscles were so tense that he felt like they could snap at any moment. He trusted Three to not hurt him, but this whole situation was just so surreal that the knowledge didn't help him relax.
Three gagged and his mouth tightened around One. His teeth dug in a little harder and One was pretty sure that wasn't supposed to feel as good as it did. Three slid back and off of One. His teeth dragged the whole way and One couldn't stop the long moan.
One's cock twitched, wanting to go back into the warmth. "You okay?"
Three coughed, wiping his mouth. He spread his spit over One's cock with one hand as he coughed again. "Not until I do this."
"What's the big deal?" One asked.
"I can. I just...I wasn't prepared for that." Three bent to mouth over One's balls.
One rolled his head back. "Mmm..."
Three kept playing with them. He ran his tongue over every bit of skin he could, even down behind them. One twisted his hips. He was about to beg for more of whatever Three would give him when Three stopped, leaning back. Of course.
"I really hate you," One whined. He let himself fall back on the bed, one arm over his face. A minute passed in complete silence and One dragged his arm away to look down at him. Three was still staring at his cock.
"Maybe you should move up on the bed. Lying down." Three said.
"You know what? No. I'm staying right here. You can do this without taking all of me. I'm done playing around. My cock isn't your—"
Three got to his feet and grabbed One's legs, trying to shove him higher on the bed. "Come on...move."
One pushed up on his elbows. "Blow me."
Three changed his grip to One's thighs and used his whole body to shove One's body over the mattress. He feet slipped and he fell on top of him. They stayed frozen like that until Three pushed himself up enough to look at One. His stomach stayed pressed to One's cock and he didn't make any move to get up just yet.
One experimentally thrust up and moaned when it felt good. He got to do it again before Three got up, depriving him of that, too. "Dammit, Three, I – "
Three took his cock again. He pushed down as far as he could and though the pleasure made him want to shut his eyes, but One couldn't stop watching Three force as much of his cock as he could into his mouth. He pulled back and sank lower.
One could actually see Three's jaw relaxing. There was still a little more when Three had to stop again. His breathing was coming too fast, a whooshing sound in his nose that worried One. "Three, maybe you should come up for air."
There was a rumbling in Three's throat that felt amazing. One leaned up and touched Three's head. Three sank a little lower and One was positive he was feeling Three's throat. "Almost there...just a little more."
Three sucked on him suddenly and One's hips thrust up out of his control. That last little bit disappeared and Three's lips touched One's pelvis. Three's throat convulsed around him and One cried out. "Fuck! That! That feels so good!"
Three rose up slowly. His teeth raked hard along One's whole length and it was only Three's hands holding him down keeping him from thrusting up again. At the tip, Three sucked hard.
"I'm gonna come..." The feeling came on so fast that One was trembling with no time to brace himself.
Three pulled off completely. He stroked One fast, aiming his release on One's stomach. One was sure he'd lost himself for a second. One minute he was coming and the next had Three licking his stomach clean. He chanced a look and Three's cock was obviously hard in his jeans. "Hey."
Three looked up at him, spit shining around his mouth. He wiped it on the back of his hand and grinned down at him. "Did it."
"You did." One felt himself returning a goofy grin and couldn't stop it. He gestured down Three's body. "You want some help with that?"
Three looked down and shook his head. "You don't have to. Told you this is about me."
"Just offering. Maybe I thought it was a good way to thank you for what you just did. At least take care of it before you leave."
Three moved up beside him and opened his pants. His cock was so hard it practically popped out. One chuckled. "Did you have a little too much fun with what you were doing?"
"Too much fun? Really?" Three took hold of himself, pointing his cock at One's stomach as he began to stroke at a good pace.
One knew what he was going to do and it would be a lie to pretend he didn't like that it was happening. "You know, you were really good at that. Felt great."
Three moaned. He glanced at One and One's staring made him turn the glance into something longer. One smiled. The world had gone wonky, but he might as well have fun with it. "And you're really good at...gun stuff. Using them...cleaning them..."
"Your dirty talk really sucks." Three grunted.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were the kind of person that gets off on themselves." One bit back.
"I do. But if you're trying to help, it's not working."
"Still can't believe how good your mouth felt. Your tongue...your teeth..." One lowered his voice, thinking about how he felt every time Three spoke in that kind of growl.
"Yeah...more?"
"Your...throat...I think you were choking, there, but it felt so good. I think I could've come down your throat."
"Fuck."
"You like that? Maybe we can do that next time. Maybe you can be the one lying down and I'll shove my cock in your mouth."
Three swallowed, a whining moan crawling out. "Really close."
Feeling bold, One said, "You'd like it if I fucked your throat, wouldn't you?"
"Mmhm..." Three had his eyes clenched shut tight. One had the feeling that he was imagining everything he said.
"And you'd squeeze me so good even when you can't breathe. When I come, it'll go straight into your stomach. Nice and hot – "
"Fuck!" Three growled and One felt his cum splattering his stomach. "Ah, shit..."
One had enough time to recognize that it was Three's cum on his skin before Three fell on him. His mouth took One's and One was too shocked to do anything about it. It was short, but intense, and Three was the one to break it. He pushed back from One, looking more embarrassed than anything.
Three glanced at the new mess he'd made on One's stomach and grabbed the nearest bit of sheet he could drag over One. He scrubbed him clean with it before getting dressed. On his way out, he said, "I'll, uh, see you later."
One was left lying on his bed staring at the ceiling.