This is by far the sexiest sex scene I have written. Enjoy.

Don wiped the sweat from his brow as he finished harvesting the blackberries that he had been tending to for months. Now he could finally eat the fruits of his labour, quite literally. Heading back to the Jupiter II with his bucket of berries, he decided he would ask Judy and Maureen to make blackberry pie for everyone. He could really go for a good slice of pie. Setting the bucket down on the table outside, he went in the ship to go find Maureen.

The unattended bucket of berries soon caught the attention of a certain Doctor Zachary Smith as he walked by. "Hello, what do we have here?" he remarked, peering into the bucket. "Blackberries? Left unattended out here in the harsh elements of this vile planet? Why, I haven't had blackberries since I was a boy…" Nostalgically, he reached into the bucket and took out one of the plump ripe berries.

After inspecting it for insects and dirt, Smith popped the berry in his mouth and savoured the sweet flavour of fresh fruit. "Mmm, yes, that is splendid!" he exclaimed. Taking a quick glance around to make sure he wasn't being watched, Smith grabbed the bucket, took it to his chair with him and proceeded to eat the delicious blackberries.

"Hey, Doctor Smith, aren't those Don's blackberries?" asked Will as he passed through a few minutes later.

"Uh yes, they are. But you see, my dear boy, he gave them to me," said Smith, thinking fast.

Will shot him a sceptical glance. "I'm not so sure he would do that. He doesn't exactly like you, Sir."

"Precisely! He has given me these berries to make up for being so rude to me all this time!"

Will shrugged. "Alright, if you say so."

As Will left, the robot came up behind Doctor Smith. "You have lied to Will. Those berries were not given to you."

"Shut up you metallic moron or I'll erase your memory banks!" he growled. "Now leave me to eat in peace." Following orders, the robot went off to find Will.


"Smith!" The loud angry growl of Don startled the doctor from where he had fallen asleep on his chair.

He yelped and instinctively put his hands up in front of his face. "Major West! Don't you know not to startle people like that! Being a man of my age, you could have given me a heart attack!" he shouted.

"You ate all my blackberries! Maureen was gonna make us all pie out of those! They took me months to grow!" Don yelled.

Smith put on an air of mock offense. "Major! I have done no such thing!"

"Then why is there an empty bucket at your feet?" Don asked.

"How should I know, it was there when I got here! Perhaps your berries were eaten by one of the vile creatures native to this godforsaken planet."

Don narrowed his glare. "Then why do you have blackberry juice all over your mouth?"

Smith reached up and wiped the corner of his mouth with his finger; sure enough, it came back purple and sticky. He chuckled nervously and began to curl in on himself. "Now, Major, let's talk about this like civilized men..."

But Don would hear nothing of Smith's pathetic attempts at diplomacy. Gritting his teeth he stepped towards the trembling older man and grabbed him by his sleeve. Trying not to think too hard about what he was about to do, Don pulled the other man towards the Jupiter II.

"Unhand me at once! You're hurting me! Where are you taking me?" Smith demanded angrily after getting over the initial fright of being suddenly grabbed by the powerful pilot.

"To my quarters," said Don and kept pulling Smith along with him. Once they were inside his bedroom, Don locked the door.

"What are you going to do to me? Oh, please don't hurt me!" the doctor begged pathetically.

Don sighed in exasperation. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I just need to blow off some steam."

Smith quirked an eyebrow and stopped cowering. "How so?"

"Like this," said Don, taking in a deep breath and surging forward to press his lips against Smith's. The doctor figured it shouldn't have been as much of a surprise as the first time, but it was still shocking to feel the pilot's tongue working its way into his mouth. After a few good seconds of kissing, Don pulled away and began to rub himself against Smith's leg again.

Smith shuddered when Don's hands moved down to rest on his hips. "I thought we were never going to speak of this," he managed to say as he became more and more aroused.

"Who's speaking of it?" pointed out Don. "Now shut up and take off your pants!"

Smith quickly undid his belt and allowed Don to push down his pants the rest of the way. The doctor couldn't suppress his noises of desperation as Don took off his own pants and boxers all in one swift movement, revealing his straining cock.

The pilot had to stop and think for a second; with Smith moaning like that, someone in the ship was bound to hear them and he certainly didn't want that. Especially Will or Penny. "Can't you be any quieter?" he growled.

"I'm afraid not, Major. Not unless you put your pants back on," he managed to pant out.

Sighing in exasperation, Don reached for his music player, turned the volume way up, and hit shuffle; he didn't care what song it was, just as long as it covered up Smith's incessant moaning.

The doctor quirked an eyebrow as he recognized the beginning chords of 'The Last of The Famous International Playboys'. "You like Morrissey?" he asked.

"You got a problem with that?" asked Don, straddling one of Smith's legs and grabbing the front of his shirt.

Smith shook his head quickly, "Not at all, I'm quite the Moz fan myself. I'd like to think that he named The Smith's after me."

Don sighed. "Please, just shut up, Smith." Without waiting for a reply, Don smashed their lips together, effectively shutting up the man himself.

Grabbing Smith's shoulders, he steered him backwards towards the bed and pushed him down onto it. They fell onto the little cot with a creak and a thump which was immediately drowned out by the loud music. Still fiercely kissing the man, Don pulled off Smith's boxers and began to thrust against him, relishing the incredible feeling of flesh against flesh.

"Oh! Major West!" Smith cried out. Don just grunted in response and kept thrusting. Smith bucked uncontrollably every time Don thrust into him; it had been so long since anyone had touched him like this. The pleasure he had felt a few days earlier with Don on the consul was nothing compared to this. And the fact that he was in the Major's own bed just made it even more intimate and arousing. It had been forever since someone had taken him home and even though he knew Don didn't really care about him, it was still nice to feel wanted.

"Perhaps we should remove our shirts, I'm liable to make a mess out of them," Smith warned. Without a word, Don pulled off Smith's shirt and then took off his own. The doctor gasped and marvelled at the young man's chest. It was perfect; toned without being overly muscled, and just the right amount of chest hair.

Don smirked as Smith stared at his naked figure. "What, am I too hot for you?"

Smith shook himself out of his trance. "What? No. I mean…"

Don just chuckled, shook his head, and resumed kissing and thrusting. His hands were strong against Smith's back, keeping them pinned together and his onslaught of kisses moved from Smith's mouth down to his throat and chest, just eliciting even louder responses from the doctor. Smith tightly wrapped his arms around Don and buried his face in the crook of the pilot's neck. The pleasure was almost too intense as every single inch of their skin touched.

The delicious friction combined with the intense look of pleasure on Major West's face and Morrissey's sexy chorus of "oh"s and "yeah"s filling the room, pushed Smith towards the edge and he groaned into Don's neck, lightly biting his shoulder.

"Fuck, Smith," panted the pilot, also nearing his climax.

"Major," Smith mumbled into the man's shoulder. Knowing he wouldn't be able to hold off his orgasm any longer, he cried out as he spilled himself all over their stomachs.

Feeling the hot semen splatter onto him, Don released his own orgasm all over Smith and collapsed onto his chest where he could hear the man's heart beating a mile a minute.

They laid in silence for a while, catching their breaths and listening to the song fade out.

"Well, I suppose we'd better clean up," said Don, pushing himself up with his arms.

"Yes…" Smith agreed as Don got out of bed and went into his bathroom to get some wet washcloths. The doctor looked down at the pilot's sheets and blushed as he saw that they would need to be washed. "My apologies for your bed clothes," he began as Don came back into the room. "We appear to have made quite the mess out of them."

Don waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. I'll wash 'em and then when we do it in your bed you'll wash the sheets and we'll be even."

Smith gulped. "Do you plan on this becoming a regular thing, Major?"

"Well, it is a good way to relieve stress. And it's not like anyone else is gonna sleep with us… Well John might sleep with me…"

"John?" asked Smith.

Don chuckled. "Yeah, don't tell anyone I told you this, but he tried to put the moves on me."

"What did you do?" Smith wondered.

"I just pretended to be oblivious. Don't get me wrong, John is a good looking man, but I respect Maureen too much to help John cheat on her.

Smith nodded in understanding and wiped the drying cum from himself with the washcloth Don handed him. "So you do plan on us doing this again?"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, who knows how long we're gonna be stuck on this planet. We're men, we have needs."

"Indeed we do, Major," agreed Smith.

Don bent down to pick up Smith's clothes and tossed them back at the doctor, making him jump in surprise. "Now, get out of my quarters and go help Maureen make dinner."

Smith frowned as he uncrumpled his shirt. "Major, you irk me."

I just couldn't resist making them Moz fans and adding a hint a Don/John ;)

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