(A/N: Honestly, I wasn't expecting it to be this long. Whoopsie!. Anyway, this is where the actual smut starts now)
There was no stopping him after that. He ran over to the open draw that was the LoveyHoney website altogether and went for a bottle of whatever lubricant he got a hold of first.
He ripped the plastic packaging off with his teeth and threw it to the ground while his other free hand was ripping away at the buttons of the boiler suit and long johns. Boot and socks were kicked off, fingerless gloves yanked off nearly dislocating fingers and the rest of his clothes were pushed off his body and laid on a heap on the floor.
Lister pushed the guitar of the bed and set all his naked glory onto the sheets, sitting up against the headboard and being comforted by the soft duck feather pillows.
The lid of the lube snapped open and a generous amount of the slick stuff was poured into his hand. The bottle fell to the bed and his hand, finally after a good hour of torture, grasped his cock and immediately started to jerk off.
"Yeeeesss!" he moaned out, head falling back, eyes closed as his hand got to work on bringing him to completion.
The pace was fast but so satisfying. All that mattered at this moment was just getting his first proper release of the long week ahead out. He could play with his bollocks and foreskin in a little while.
"Yes, yes, oh smeg yes!" he shouted out to the ceiling, not giving a toss if he did sound like an old Herbal Essences ad from the 2000's. He needed this."Yes, yes,yes, yes! Come on *gasps* fucking come on!"
He gasped loudly when his release came, his head thrown back, back arched, exploding all over his hand, dripping and landing on his stomach in a warm puddle. A long drawn out moan came from his throat which then turned into a soft panting after his back fell back onto the pillows.
Honestly, best. orgasm. so far.
He couldn't say ever because the party was just starting, what with what else was in the draw and that cyber park he was free to use, for all he knew the best orgasm ever might just be around the corner.
Speaking of the draw, Lister opened his eyes and gazed down at the open draw from the corner of his eye and took in all its splendour. He wiped his dirty hand on the bed sheet, but not caring about the jizz on his stomach as he rolled on to it to lean over to look into the draw. Might as well have a look to see what shit the nutter had provided him before the next round kicked off. Which probably will be coming on more quickly than usual by the way his cock is reacting by rubbing up against the sheets, stimulating it some more.
Lister forgoed the condoms because really, there was no one here in person to fuck really to pass on a STD or get pregnant. Unless really Legion was thinking more towards the cleaning side of everything. Like if Lister decided to use the flesh lights perhaps? It would save the time from cleaning them if he wore a condom that caught all his release when using them? But then why would any sane man, or creature in point, want to wash another mans sex toys?
Lister shivered at the thought and thought nope, too much going on there, his mind was away with the fairies. But then again, some of the packets of condoms said they are textured on the inside of the rubber johnny as well as on the outside for the receiver so the giver always got some of the pleasure too.
Okay, so maybe he might have a go with the condoms, he didn't know just yet.
There were 5 different types of lubrication in the draw, including the one leaking on the bed because Lister didn't pop the cap back on. He looked over at the green bottle on the bed and spied that it said Tingling Lube on the bottle. Huh. Okay that explains why his todger felt like it did, all tingly like. A blue bottle indicated that it was plain old lube, a red one was heated lube, and the other 3, a yellow, brown and purple ones, were flavoured lube, banana, salted caramel and grape.
….why those 3 were there he had no idea. They were only ideal for a tad bit of oral sex like a blowjob, eating out, rimming and just fun like licking it off sensitive nipples.
Okay, moving on, up came the 3 TENGA eggs, still all in their plastic wrapping. Each one had a different name; Cloud, Misty and Shiny. Heh, they all sounded like Pokemon games. He picked up the Cloudy egg and read the back and found out that the name kind of came from how the rubber in the egg was patterned to give the best pleasure. So the rubber sleeve in the Cloudy egg had cloud patterns of somewhat that were raised slightly to give stimulation when you fucked the egg in all the right places. It even came with a little sachet of lube, how thoughtful!
Okay, that was pretty cool, he thought and put the egg back in the draw.
Nope and nope to the butt plugs and prostate massagers. Okay, yeah he enjoyed having his sweet spot stimulated while having sex but the Alpha in him thought other wise, not while he was the one ruling Lister's hormones at the moment.
Pleasure waves were just like the egg, so, eh.
Cock rings and male vibrators, hmmm, maybe. Cock rings probably but he had a feeling he'd get frustrated after a few seconds of wearing them and just not using them all together. Sure, he's tried one before, a cheap piece of tat from a Superdrug's own brand, and actually, it felt great. But at the moment, all he wanted to do was just release and not hold back. Holding back only made it feel worse, as proven at the start of last night.
A huge NOPE to Blow Up Barbara altogether. He might as well be having sex with Rimmer's sex doll, Rachel, and that all together was disturbing anyway. Besides, the picture on the box wasn't exactly the most flattering of pictures showing off Barbara's… assets.
Lister shook his head and turned the box over so Barbara was hidden away with somewhat some dignity he guessed?
And then there were the flesh lights. 2 of them to be precise. The thing Lister was thinking about last night when visualizing Kochanski how she would feel perfect and wet around his cock.
Lister shivered at the thought pleasantly, his cock now coming back into action after its little break at the thought of Kochanski and being buried inside her pussy, pulsing and clenching sweetly around him.
"Aw god," he moaned, head dipping down and eyes closing as the rut came back in full force now, causing him to start humping the bed in earnest, trying to find the perfect angle to get more pleasure.
The friction of his cock on the bed sheets felt amazing as he pushed forward and pulled back, setting a rhythm with small pants coming out of him as this delicious new type of pleasure was building up.
He remembers Lisa telling him once that she found that getting off with a pillow between her thighs was probably her fave way to pleasure herself. Said that the pleasure was a different type of pleasure then by masturbation by rubbing that little bulb of nerves between her legs.
Is what he was feeling now the same as what Lisa felt with her pillow?
He had fantasized about seeing her with a pillow between her thighs, the fabric rubbing up and causing pleasurable friction on her clit when she ground down on it, head thrown back as she gasped and let the pleasure flow through her body as she came.
He never got to see it with Lisa but Kochanski indulged him in the fantasy once for him, right before the break up.
Shit, Lister let out a loud moan as the more sexy image of Kochanski riding her pillow to completion came fourth front and centre. With his head now buried in the fabric of the bed sheet, he ground down harder into the mattress with hands either side of his head gripping the fabric as his speed and pleasure built up faster.
They didn't have any sex that night. Lister was all up for it even if it was just 1 round of hanky panky but Kochanski claimed to be too tired that night. Instead, for Lister because he mentioned it once, she shoved her pillow between her legs and just told him to watch her get herself off. Lister indeed watched and it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen one of his girlfriends ever do.
Kochanski had started slowly. She was in her naked glory as she slowly moved her hips down, working her vagina and her clit into the pillow's edge, catching it slightly but not enough to start a build up. She bent her back a bit so she sat on her knees with her hands flat on the mattress behind her, showing off to Lister, who was slowly jerking his dick at the same pace Kockanski was grinding at, where the pillow slipped and dragged across her folds and caught her clit. He could see her crease starting to get wet from slow building arousal, her head tilting a bit, letting out a small breath of pleasure.
Lister let out a loud moan of pleasure as he thought about Kochanski getting aroused from a pillow humping as he humped his own pillow he had now shoved between his legs. He refused to shove his hand between legs and pillow to get himself off. He wanted to see if it was a different type of pleasure than a wank with your hand or was it just something the ladies found more pleasing.
Then the pace of Kochanski's humping would pick up a bit and so would her breathing, breath coming out in little pants towards the ceiling. One hand left the mattress and Lister thought she was getting impatient and was going to rub herself off just so she could get it over with and go to bed. But no, instead she brought it up to her right tit and between finger and thumb, rolled the dusky pink numb, making it stiff and sensitive as she gently tugged the warm pebbled flesh.
Kochanski gasped at the new sensation coursing through her body at the gentle tug of her nipple, a flash of pleasure going straight to her now slightly throbbing clit, swollen and covered in her juices, soaking into the pillow from what Lister could see.
"Oh Chrissy, babes," Lister moaned out loud in his room, eyes squeezed shut as his humping came to a near end, his pleasure cresting high before he gasped and his whole body shook from the aftershock of coming into his pillow violently.
Lister didn't care at the point if humping your pillow felt better than a good old fashioned handjob. He was still too engrossed in his old memories of Kochanski humping her own pillow.
"Babes, Chrissy you look utterly amazing, you really do," he said to the memory.
Said memory of Kochanski let out a small laugh that turned into a moan, turning her head to look at Lister, face flushed and hair sticking to her face from sweat.
"I feel it, Dave," she panted, hips still working the fabric, clit fully pulsing now as it was teased by the texture of the pillows fabric into complete pleasure. "God Dave, this feels amazing. Never felt this type of pleasure before. It's completely different. Oh smeg Dave!" A shiver wracked through her as a huge wave of pleasure went through her small body but she didn't come.
"Dave! Oh Dave, I changed my mind."
"Huh? About what?" he asked her.
"About not wanting sex tonight, I've changed my mind."
"Oh yeah?" He asked this as now this was entirely new and he didn't remember this bit happening back 3 millions ago when it did happen. After she had her wank on her pillow, he complimented her, saying she was beautiful and thanking her for indulging in his fantasy. She tiredly smiled and kissed him goodnight and they both fell asleep, each wrapped up in each other's arms.
Then the next day she had dumped him.
But now he knew this was what his rut riddled mind was producing to try and help him get through a weeks worth of torment, This was the Alpha's contribution in a way of helping; by conjuring up the girl of his (wet) dreams in scenarios he wanted to help with their rut.
So far so good by the looks of it.
"Oh Dave, I want you to fuck me so hard now. Please Dave, please!"
In the real world, Lister threw the pillow to the side and rummaged in the sex draw and pulled out one of the two flesh lights in the draw and the original bottle of lube. The wrapper of the lube came off and fluttered to the floor from his teeth and the flesh light was ripped out of its box by what looks to be a wild animal, and really, it was in a way.
The flesh light had 2 caps on each end and Lister just pulled off 1 and was greeted by the sight of a fleshed coloured silicone pussy, complete with inner and outer folds and a little button clit.
He could spend more time observing all the details of the moulded fanny later when he had more of a head on him. But right now, Kochanski was in need of her pussy being pounded.
Anything sensible that would have been in his head would have told him to stretch her out with his fingers or lick into her dripping heat and eat her out till she begged for his dick.
But he knew this was a fantasy, and in his fantasy, Kochanski didn't want any prep or his tongue in her hole, she wanted his cock instead filling said hole.
He pumped some lube into the flesh light so it kind of resembled her dripping orifice. And then, with both hands, he brought the flesh light down over his cock, feeling it being coated by the lube inside.
By Kochanski's juices.
She moaned as she sank down onto his waiting cock and Lister moaned along with her. She felt incredible. Tight and fluttering around him that made his cock pulse and throb with need as she adjusted herself on his lap, shifting a little and causing pleasure to jolt through his body.
He didn't let her adjust any more, too impatient with his own needs and so he planted his feet on the bed and then jabbed up inside her hot, wet and tight body.
Kochanski gasped and jolted upwards at his thrust, mouth hanging open as he hit her g-spot on the first go. She knew she wasn't going to last long, what with her early performance with the pillow and the way Lister was just getting on with it without her waiting, soon she'd be reaching her peak. She was just so sensitive all over.
As Lister pounded up into her, she tried to meet him halfway by beginning to bounce up and down in his lap, adding more stimulation to her sweet spot and on the sensitive nerves on Lister dick as it was being stimulated by her slick, warm walls. In the end, he held onto her hips a little bit tighter and pulled her down onto his flesh, earning him more high shrieks of pleasure as she tilted her head back, eyes closed in absolute bliss.
"Dave, holy smeg Dave," she wailed as he bucked up harder into her heat. She looked down at Lister and without warning, lent down and kissed him.
The new tightness of the angle when she lent down squeezed his cock and he moaned into her mouth. Their tongues danced around one another, entwined in battle, causing drool to dribble down Lister's chin as it had nowhere else to go.
"Chrissy," he moaned into her mouth, his tongue being gently bitten by Kochanski's teeth, tugging at it. "Ah, god you are filthy Chrissy. Love you so much babes.
"Oh Dave," she gasped, pulling away and sitting back up, changing the angle again and grinding down onto his cock in a figure of 8, trying to get it to stroke every inch of her insides.
"Dave, I want to come. Oh please, Dave, I want to come so badly."
"Yeah, yeah I know you want to, Chrissy. God you feel so good when you do. You feel so tight around me when you come. Love it, babes."
"Oh Dave, please!"
"Yeah, okay, go on Chrissy."
He knew it was never enough for him to get Kochanski off by him being buried in her. No matter how hard he tried it always ended up with either him or her stimulating her little clit to completion.
He watched as Kochanski did this, bringing her hand down to her wet folds, gathering moisture to help the friction and watched as her fingers got to work, rubbing circles on her engorged red clit, it covered in her juices. She moved fingers up and down lightly and bucked under her hand, her thighs shaking at the feeling of the impending orgasm in her. And then she pressed on it a little hard before rubbing circular movements into the lump of nerves before she felt like she was going to take the best piss of her life but instead came with a deep moan, head falling back.
Her clamping down caused Lister to cry out, back arching and unleashed his load inside her body, flooding her pussy within every inch.
It felt amazing - she felt amazing, the feeling of her walls fluttering around him was enough for him to buck up into her one last time before letting go of her hips.
Letting go of the flesh light so it sat on his cock without any support.
He fell back into his bed sheets, panting heavily after coming down from another amazing orgasm tonight. So far so good, until the next rut wave hit him. And now that it was in full swing, they would be coming quicker, more powerful and harder when he did unleash. Because he still didn't have anyone flesh and blood with him to help him get through this ordeal.
It didn't matter if there was a cyber park on the station so he could go anywhere with anyone, it just didn't seem right and he knew deep down that it would all be an illusion.
Just like Kochanski at the moment.
Speaking of which, 'Kochanski' was still on his somewhat soft dick.
Lister opened his eyes and looked down at the black flesh light surrounding his flesh and oozing fluids down towards his skin, watching it move up and down in time with his breathing.
With what little strength he had the moment, he lent over and pulled off the toy, unleashing it's mix of his come and copious amounts of lube used for the toy impersonating Kochanski.
He brought it up to his face and turned it around so the end cap was facing him. He had nearly forgotten that there was another cap on the end concealing something else for him to use.
Ignoring the feeling of the mix of fluids dripping out of the toy and onto his chest, Lister brought his other hand up to unscrew the cap on the other end.
What he got on the end of the cap took him by surprise. In honesty, he was expecting another moulded pussy behind the cap but it would be moulded something different. Like either smaller or bigger folds and either a smaller or slightly bigger vaginal passage to increase the pleasure however he could get it.
What he got instead was the end of an arsehole.
….Yep.
"..Huh?" Lister questioned.
He said that but actually it wasn't really much of a surprise to find the back passage staring back at him. This is a flesh light after all, if they could do these things for fannies then they can do them for arseholes.
His mind wandered back to Kochanski as the heat started to build up again. Right now she was laying on her side, peaceful and blissed out from her orgasm, looking on the verge of falling asleep for the night.
"I can hear you thinking, Dave," she murmured sleepily, an eye opening to look at him. "What is it, hm?"
Lister was looking at her bottom (flesh light) and biting his lip, the heat coming back in a tsunami at the horribly dirty thought of doing...that to her. Back 3 millions ago, they had never tried it because Kochanki flat out said no. Oh he tried to convince her, see how far he could go to get her bottom out for him but he went too far and she refused to speak or see him for 2 weeks because of it. After that ordeal he never tried again.
But this was his rut, his fantasy. He could do what he felt like now.
"I was thinking, Chris," he murmured lightly. Kochanski at this point opened both eyes and propped herself with one fist on her chin, an eyebrow raised with a 'hmm?' in the air, asking him to continue.
"I was wondering if we could try it a different way?"
"Oh?"
"I mean, um, I take you from behind."
He made it sound like he wanted to shove himself into her vagina with him behind her, but Kochanski was a smart woman, and she knew what he meant.
A frown appeared across her face.
Shit, shit shit, Lister knew that look. Even in his own fantasy she seemed to be refusing anal sex.
"I've told you before Dave," she said firmly. "I don't want that, I don't think I'd even like it. It just sounds uncomfortable."
"But I'd make it good for you, Chrissy," he whined at her, the heat coming back harder, made so by the thought of finally having Kochanski as the way he had fantasied a few times. But still, she is refusing him. "It's not like I'm just gonna push in and wham bam thank you mam. I'd ease you into it, stretch you out," he saw Kochanski shiver at that thought and not in a good way by the look on her face. "Get you all nice and soft so when I do go in and I'd make it feel so good for you. Come on, Chris."
Kochanski was looking off to the side, thinking about it, worrying at her bottom lip.
This was a disaster. Why did he think having anal sex with Kochanski with his fantasy would be different than trying to have it with her back 3 million years ago.
Maybe it was the guilt from those millions of years back. He tried his luck, pushed it too far and got nothing from her for 2 weeks because he tried to push her into something she clearly wasn't comfortable doing. But it being his fantasy, he clearly thought it would be different, she'd be willing to try anything for him to get through his rut.
But clearly, even through a rut and fantasy, his mind went back to the guilt and it was refusing this fantasy.
He went in for one last try.
"Chrissy come on, love. I'm in rut after all. One try, come on, and if you don't like it, fine, that's it, the end of the story. I won't force you into anything you don't want to try ever again."
It was a shit bribe, it wasn't like he held her family captive and was forcing her to have anal with him and then he'd give her family back. It was just a fantasy damn it!
Kochanski turned back to him and let out a sigh and a small smile came on her face.
"Alright Dave, if it's what you really want, I'll do it."
Jackpot!
He pulled her for a kiss, ignoring the fact that she didn't kiss back, her lips in a thin line and eyes closed as he kissed her. "You absolute Star, Chris. God I love you."
"Hmm," she hummed.
Lister grabbed the lube and got an overly generous amount on his hand, the other shaking as he kept his grip on the flesh light.
He was a man of his word and slowly, he eased his index finger into the tiny pucker of Kochanski's back passage (flesh light), watching as it sucked it into the knuckle of his finger. It was a whole new different experience than fingering her. The other passage was tighter around him, virgin tight as it was. Other than the slimy texture of the lube, which wasn't like her pussy, instead was drier, harder to manoeuvre if he had no lube.
He watched transfixed as he pumped his finger in and out of the hole, not even bothering to look at Kochanski's face to see how she was doing. He could hear her breathing though, and so far nothing came back that sounded like she was in pain.
His first finger was joined by a second and then soon a third, pumping in and out with a slightly faster momentum, easing the way for his cock and so it wouldn't be uncomfortable for her.
"Oh Chrissy," he sighed to himself. "Babe you look amazing on my fingers. You look absolutely stunning."
"Sure Dave," Kochanski murmured, sounding unenthusiastic about it above him and then squirmed a little. "Dave, enough, I'm done. Just get on with it so I can go to bed."
He nodded and slowly pulled his fingers out slowly so as to not hurt her. He went to move her legs to wrap around them around his waist he suddenly felt himself being pushed back into the pillow and she was back in his lap, his cock in her hand angling it towards her entrance.
He let out a low moan, closing his eyes as he felt the tip of him graze her twitching rim.
"Oh Chris, just sit down love, come on. It will feel good trust me."
"Alright Dave."
And then she was sinking down, slowly at first and then she stopped to adjust to him, her breath coming short and sharp. She was like that for a few more seconds before descending again down to the bottom. Once more she stopped, breathed in and adjusted herself before finally hitting the bottom, sitting with her arse in his lap, adjusting one last time.
Lister was panting, his eyes still closed because he felt like if he opened them up he would just be coming out of the fantasy he liked but she didn't and it would ruin everything.
She was super snug around him, tight, fluttering and oh so hot. He let out a little gasp as he felt her muscles relax before clenching a little bit back up, putting pressure on his dick, massaging it.
"Oh God, Chris," he panted out, his hands reaching out onto her full hips, running up and down the slopes of the flesh and muscle. "Oh my goodness Chris, this feels amazing. YOU feel amazing, darling."
"Hmm, yes. I bet she does."
Lister stopped his stroking at hearing the response he got at his compliments and for a couple of seconds he processed what he had heard.
That was not Kochanski's voice he heard above him. It was too low and masculine to be her voice. And now that he thought about it more, the curves of her felt different under his hands.
With a frown on his face, Lister opened his eyes and looked up at Chris…..
And instead was greeted by the sight of Rimmer instead smirking down at him.
What. The. Fuck?
In a fit of panic Lister pulled his hands away from Rimmer's hips and tried to push him off but instead, incredibly fast, Rimmer grabbed his hands and put them back on his hips.
"Those stay these, Listy," Rimmer carried on smirking, his hands stroking his.
"Where the fuck did you come from? What happened to Kochanski?" Lister shouted up at Rimmer, trying to pull his hands away in vain but it turned out Rimmer was stronger than he looked.
"Oh, back to Kochanski is it now, Lister?" Rimmer grinned. "What happened to 'Oh Chris, I love you so much babes! You're so amazing! Oh you're amazing babes!" he let out a laugh at his terrible impersonations of Lister declaring his love for this one woman.
Lister fumed and went to move away, until he realized that where Kochanski was sitting with his cock up her arse was actually replaced with Rimmer's arse. So when he moved suddenly, his cock shifted in Rimmer and Rimmer let out a moan at the feeling of it dragging across his prostate.
Lister froze, trying to remain still. Rimmer sighed out and looked at Lister with lust in his eyes.
"That felt good," he murmured, and then gave his hips an experimental shift and let out another moan as the organ dragged on his nerves. "Oh smeg that felt amazing."
"Rimmer, man, stop this shit," Lister growled out. Well, tried to growl out, but instead came out as a hitch gasped as he felt Rimmer's passage clench around him, squeezing and stroking as he began to bounce in Lister's lap.
"Why?" Rimmer questioned, hand running through his bouncing curls to push back from his forehead where sweat was building up. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Right from the start."
He looked Lister dead in the eye and gave a hard shift on Lister cock, causing the man to groan.
"Isn't it Alpha?"
That was when Lister realized he wasn't in control of his fantasies any more, not after hearing those words coming out of Rimmer's mouth. The Alpha was. Cause if this was HIS fantasy it would still be Kochanski riding his cock and loving it the way Rimmer seemed to bee loving it at this moment. Kochanski wouldn't have been reluctant to have a go at anal sex, she would have agreed and would been enthusiastic about it while she was being fingered. But she wasn't, it sounded like a chore and the Alpha noticed this and so decided to switch things up with the thing that started it all; the memory of Rimmer being buggered during the Red Dwarf Orgy 3 millions years ago and Lister wanting to have some of that.
So the Alpha was right earlier, when he said that he was interested in Rimmer, he would be too. But it seemed that Lister was interested in the start and the Alpha approved and just wanted Lister to have what he obviously craved.
That being Arnold Rimmer.
"Now you're getting it," Rimmer laughed, seeing the realization crawling across Lister's face as he bounced up and down in Lister's lap, gasping at the press of Lister's dick digging directly into his swollen sweet spot every time.
"Yes," Lister hissed.
His hands now gripped Rimmer's full hips and with all his strength, thrust himself up into Rimmer.
Rimmer let out a shout, head falling back, his hands gripped on top of Lister's, grinding down into Lister lap in a figure of 8, trying to hit all the spots in him like a pinball machine. His rock hard cock dribbled holographic fluid from the tip, sliding down the side and into the thatch of pubic hair at the base.
"Oh God, Listy, yeeess" he moaned louder out into the room, his bouncing now slowing down and coming down as deep as he could go, trying to skim the senses inside of his passage, his hips working to get the angle just right. "Listy shit, you feel amazing. Feel so deep and full of you. You're so big, god your knot would feel amazing filling me up. Oh shit, Alpha!"
Something snapped in Lister after that comment and he found the strength to lift Rimmer up and off of him.
"What the smeg are you do-arg!" Rimmer began to protest as he was pulled off of Lister's dick until he was pushed back with his back hitting the mattress with a thump and a 'oof!' from Rimmer as the wind was knocked from him.
He went to sit up but soon found himself pinned down by Lister between his legs, one hand pinning both wrists above head and the other hand guiding his cock back into Rimmer's fluttering hole.
He didn't ease himself back in and instead just drove in with a thrust and a grunt. Rimmer let out a shout, eyes flying open at the shock of being brutally thrusted into and the thrust directly hitting his prostate on the first go, sending a shock of bliss through his body.
"Shit Lister, oh shit!" the fantasy moaned, wrapping his legs around Lister's waist, getting Lister's prick deeper within him if he could.
Lister's hand let go of Rimmer's wrists and quickly intertwined his fingers in Rimmer's and kept his hands pinned down on the mattress before Rimmer had the chance to bring his arms up to wrap around his shoulder.
Both men looked at each other before Lister moved to bend down and kiss Rimmer on the lips. The angle of the bend shifted his cock some more, getting to drag and jab at sections it couldn't reach before. The new sensations caused Rimmer's back to arch, his hole to clench and unclench and a loud moan to try and escape his mouth. Instead it was dissolved by the kissing.
Both men had their eyes closed as they kissed messily, savouring the bliss of all sensation coursing through their bodies. Tongues entwined in a dance and they licked at each other and stroked the roofs of mouths and gum, drool escaping through small cracks.
Then a thought accord to Lister; when did Rimmer get good at kissing?
He saw his superior kiss once and that was embarrassing enough that he had to turn away to save the humiliation for the poor girl he was trying to suck her face off.
Oh well, it needn't matter at the moment. Who cares.
Lister finally pulled away for breath, a string of saliva connecting their lips before it got heavy in the middle and broke, sticking to chins.
Rimmer's face was even more flushed than before after the kiss. His tongue came out to try and lick some of the saliva on his bottom lip while directly looking up into Lister's face.
"Move, Alpha, move," he asked Lister. "Please."
He needn't be told twice and soon Lister was back to jackhammering into Rimmer's accepting body. He watched Rimmer's face as he pounded into his hologram superior. He eyes closed in bliss, his mouth agape as he let out panting moans, groans and shouts at having someone fuck him hard and fast. Sweat was gathering in the brown locks on his forehead, making them wet. Sweat started to bead down the side of his face and gather around the sides of the H on his forehead.
Lister bent down to the side of Rimmer's face and instincly, licked up the side of his face, tasting not salt but something slightly chemical and static as it sizzled into nothing on the tip of his tongue.
Rimmer let out a shudder at the feel of Lister's tongue dragging up the side of his face and a small little mewl escaped along with the shudder.
"Ah god, Alpha," Rimmer moaned, opening his eyes to look at Lister. "Go harder. You've slowed down. I need to feel you harder, please."
Lister didn't say anything, just nodded and picked up his pace again, going hard as he could.
"Yes! Oh Yes Alpha you're so good at this! Knew you would be, knew you would be. Shit shit!"
Lister could feel Rimmer's hole continuously flutter around him and he knew what was coming. Who was coming.
"You wanna come, Rimmer?" he asked the hologram beneath him.
Rimmer nodded his head, the curls on his head bouncing as he nodded.
Lister couldn't help himself at the sight of those soft brown locks bouncing and let go of one of Rimmer's wrist to bring his hand up and to tangle his fingers into those soft curls and tighten.
Rimmer squealed at the treatment to his hair and let out a low sensational moan at the feel of his hair being tugged at.
Lister raised an eyebrow at the scene and tugged some more and got the same effect as before, a long moan and felt the clamp of Rimmer's greedy hole around his cock that told him everything.
He grinned down at Rimmer and tugged his locks again, bending his head back so the underside of his jaw was on display and just licked a strip up from the bottom of his neck, over his Adams apple, feeling it bob under the treatment, under jaw to work up the left hands side and over his chin. He stopped when he felt the raised skin of the scar on Rimmer's chin and nibbled at it gently, knowing it would be sensitive.
Again, Rimmer's hole gave a clench and Rimmer squirmed to get away from the tongue and teeth teasing at his skin.
"Alpha!" Rimmer wailed, the free hand now coming up to try and push Lister's face away from him. "Too much, shit! Too sensitive there, please stop."
Lister laughed and kissed the scar before pulling away, but not before giving one finally tug to those luscious locks of Rimmer's.
That final tug caused Rimmer to let loose a drawn out sluttish moan into the room. His hole spammed and clamped down on Lister tightly as shivers wracked through his body and his own dick let out a stream of holographic come pouring out of the tip, covering his Lister's stomachs in a hot mess.
At the clamp on his dick, Lister let loose a loud moan, his face burying itself into Rimmer's neck.
Any rutting Alpha would have had the urge to bite down on the bond glands of the Omega's neck while in this position as they both came. But he had no urge. He wouldn't get anything out of it because Rimmer was just a hologram, he wasn't alive, he was dead, the bite wouldn't take effect. They would never bond with the man being this way.
But also, because at this moment, Rimmer was just a fantasy.
Lister had closed his eyes when he came in Rimmer. When he opened them he found himself alone in his cell with him on his knees, a hand out gripping the fabric of his bed sheets while the other had a grip on the double ended flesh light that was now full to the brim with lube and his come.
That was all just a wank fantasy. Kochanki never agreed to ride him, she didn't agreed to try anal with him and there was never any Rimmer willing to ride him to completion like a bitch in heat while having his hair tugged at and moaning like a whore about how great Lister was at fucking him and how big he was.
Instead, Rimmer was down the hallway hiding from him. Rejected him altogether, hence the reason he was having these fantasies.
With a shout of utter rage form the Alpha's part, the flesh light was pulled off of Lister limp dick and was thrown to the other side of the room, hitting the wall with a loud thud before hitting the floor, oozing fluids over the white lino.
With that he made a beeline for what he guessed was the bathroom, walked in and shut the door behind him with a loud bang.
(You cannot go on like this.)
Lister sat on a sheetless mattress looking up at the ceiling in seething fury. The cold shower he had just 15 minutes ago didn't help him at all. Instead all it did was provide another fantasy of him and Rimmer going at it in said shower, water caressing their bodies, Rimmer's front pushed up against the tiles, water cascading down his beautiful body while he moaned, groaned and whined as Lister pounded him from behind, arms wrapped around his waist, touching up his soft stomach while he jerked off on the water, come splattering the tiles.
He was in the shower for a good half an hour before he decided enough was enough and he needed to just calm down and just go to sleep.
That was 15 minutes ago, he had dried off and not bothered to get into clothes. He pulled the soiled sheets of his bed and just threw himself on the nude mattress, telling himself to go to sleep.
But the Alpha had other ideas and decided this was the perfect time for a one to one.
"Fuck off," Lister said aloud to the room. He was on his own this time so it was alright to talk to himself in his cell.
(I'm getting impatient with your pathetic attempts to have a wank to satisfy yourself when you have what you want down the corridor,) the Alpha hissed at him, seething and angry.
"You saw it yourself!" he shouted out just as angry. "He doesn't want us! He practically rejected us the moment he got his room!"
(So what?)
"So what? So, I can't go to him demand sex from that smeg head if he doesn't want to. I don't care if he's a smeg head and a big one of that, I will not be forcing myself on someone who doesn't want it. Its rape!"
(I'm not suggesting you force yourself on him,) the Alpha tried to reason, although in the back of his head he thought that was a perfectly good way to go.
Lister let out a humourless laugh and wiped his hand across his face. "Sure, whatever."
He let out a snarl towards the ceiling, feeling the hunger creeping up on him once more, but so much more stronger.
The Alpha was right; he couldn't go on like this. One solution was using the cyber park but even at the thought of using it, the Alpha out right refused. The second was the obvious; Rimmer, the one the Alpha wanted him to pursue, because, again even though he's dead, he's there now with a body that when he just briefly touched a few hours ago felt warm under his finger tips, alive in some sort of way.
And he was only down the hall.
Lister let in a deep, frustrated sigh and let it out slowly.
"Okay, fine," he said to the room, to the Alpha. "Ho do you suppose we propose this to Rimmer without him freaking out."
There was a short silence from the Alpha, like he was thinking about it for a few seconds before replying-
(Gentle persuasion.)
Okay, that he wasn't expecting.
Gentle persuasion on the Alpha's part still meant going to Rimmer's room, knocking on the door but then sweet talking the Omega to bend over and take it like a bitch.
Still, Lister wasn't convinced by this suggestion. He hated Rimmer, and Rimmer hated him. He saw the look on the holograms face when he outright called him 'mate' in front of everyone. It was the look of someone who had no interest in helping Lister sate his urges.
But at this point he was desperate now, the cramping and constant arousal coming in 1 min after having a sad wank. It was as like the Alpha said, Rimmer's got a body now, he could touch and feel now and all Lister wanted was for him to touch his cock and feel good around said cock. Thats all.
Even now as he still thought about it as Lister walked down the hallway to Rimmer's room for a causal fuck between Alpha and Omega, it sounded perverted and rapey still. This was really what the Alpha needed, not him…
But even after that wild session with the flesh light, even if that fantasy came to fruit because of the Alpha pushing it onto him, the fantasy of him having Rimmer under the shower was all his doing because once he was fixed, that was it, he couldn't stop now.
So after their agreement, Lister got into clean clothes consisting of just some shorts and a red London Jet's t-shirt and he headed bare footed off towards Rimmer's quarters.
(This is for the best,) purred the animal. (It will be fine).
Lister snorted, "Sure it will," he muttered.
Lister finally reached the door to Rimmer's room. But the door didn't automatically open as he expected for some silly reason. Of course Rimmer had locked it, he was the reason for that after all.
The Alpha growled in a blooming anger at being denied access to it's prize. Lister shushed him gently.
"It's fine," he reassured the Alpha, "It's all good man. Remember, gentle persuasion."
The Alpha grumbled.
Lister looked at the closed door before taking in a breath and knocking on said door.
He waited and got nothing in reply. Frowning, he knocked again and got the same response; nothing.
The Alpha was getting impatient now, all talk of gentle persuasion going out of the door for him.
"Calm your tits," Lister hissed gently.
Once more, he knocked on the door.
"Rimmer?" he called through the metal door gently, trying not to spook the man if he was awake behind the other door.
All was silent.
"Hey, man, it's me Rimmer. Can I come in?"
Nothing.
Lister let out a strained breath through his nose, getting frustrated now.
But still, gently does it.
"Look, if you can hear me just listen, okay? I gather you know what's going on by what happened at dinner. I'm in a serious rut and it's not getting better at the mo. I need an outlet for all this lust building up every time I finish doing the jig with my hand. It's driving me crazy."
The door remained closed. Lister continued.
"I know this is the last thing you ever wanted to hear was me to call you out at dinner but that wasn't just down to me. The Alpha want's you. Has done since you touched me. You woke him up, Rimmer."
Silence.
"He still wants you, man. It's been a good hour now and you're the only thing he thinks about and considers worth having-" Lister paused, thinking of the way to word this. If he just said shag then Rimmer would probably deny him all together, thinking he was just another shag… Which he was really. "-Intercourse with." Shit that was no better.
But then Lister heard very very faint movement on the other side of the door and knew that it was Rimmer and he had been there all that time, listening.
The Alpha perked up at the progress.
Lister licked his lips and continued. "I'll confess, Rimmer, at the beginning, your are the last person, last Omega in the world I'd want to sleep with."
He cringed at how that came out and hoped it didn't put Rimmer of on listening to him.
"BUT," he forcefully said that word. "for the last hour all I can think about is you." He paused, letting that sink in for Rimmer. He let out a small laugh. "Okay, it started out with Chris, of course it did, why wouldn't it? But it took a turn and next thing I know where she was supposed to be riding me, I open my eyes and there you are instead, riding me like a champ."
He grinned a little at what he heard on the other side of the door; a gentle and quite surprised gasp. Finally, they were getting somewhere.
"God you felt amazing, Arnold." Might as well start calling him by his birth name if this was leading in the right direction. "So tight, so warm around me, God, you felt like you were made for me."
Lister bit his lip, the arousal coming on so hard and heavy after the description he gave out, trying to control the urge to grip his dick and begin to jack off in the hall way. He breathed in deep and let it out, closing his eyes for a second before opening them and continuing on with his mission.
"I came so hard at fantasying what you would actually feel like around me, Arnold. God it was amazing. Went off to have a shower after that thinking that was the end of that and I then I end up jerking off to another one in the shower, envisioning you and me under a hot spray of water with me taking you against the wall."
Surprisingly, he didn't hear any more noises Rimmer's side and had to guess that Rimmer was still there but was keeping himself very quite as to give the impression he wasn't there any more. But Lister knew he was still there, hanging on to every word he was saying about them in his fantasies.
"You felt so good, Arnold. So amazing. God, I'd make you feel so good if you'd just help me out here, Arnold. I know I'm sounding so selfish and tell you the truth, this is me being selfish. I want to satisfy my selfish needs for the week but I want to do it with you."
He paused, leaning his sweating forehead against the metal door, sighing at the feeling of it's cool temperature. He pushed on.
"But I'd only do that with your consent."
That was the major thing he wanted to get across to Rimmer. He wanted Rimmer to be okay with this if they did go through with this. If they did go through with this, Lister knew there was no going back. The dam would break and he would just posses Rimmer, claim and take him against every surface of Rimmer's room as his Alpha's demand of him. If Rimmer opened these doors right now and looked him in the eyes and said No, that would be the end of that, no matter how unhappy the Alpha would be. He would go back to his room and ride this out with the equipment provided to him by their jailer and hope for the best.
"If you open the door right now, and came out and told me to 'smeg off', I would. I wouldn't force myself on you Arnold and I know you know that."
There was more quiet shuffling behind the door and a small thud, like the sound of Rimmer leaning his body up against the bulkhead.
"I just want you to know that, it's completely your call, man."
And that was that, his Oscar speech came to an end.
And still the doors remained close in front of him much to the anger of the Alpha.
That was it, there wasn't anything else he could do but aface turn and head on back to his room with his draw of toys to help satisfy him some what through the so to be torturous week.
Ah well, he tried.
He straightened up and turned around. "I'll see you in a weeks time, Arnold."
He just was about to start walking back down the corridor before he heard the noise of a door sliding open behind him.
With his heart beating in his throat, Lister turned around and faced Rimmer.
Rimmer stood in just boxers and a white t-shirt that was soaked with sweat around his collar and under his arms… Huh, it looked like Rimmer had been in a middle of a work out.
Lister took his crewmate in, looking up and down, his gaze falling on the inside of his upper thighs, just under his shorts…
.. Where he could see the tail tale signs of holographic Omega slick running down in rivets.
Okay, defiantly wasn't doing a work out then. What the hell is going on?
Lister's eyes widened and his breathing picked up, his gaze now on Rimmer's flushed face.
Rimmer was breathing in and out through his nose, chest rising and falling before jerking his head back towards his room.
"You best come in, Alpha," he gently said, standing to a side to let Lister into his room.
….Oh.
Nodding mutely, Lister walked into Rimmer's room, followed by the happy sounds of his Alpha.
I cleared out my bedside draws yesterday in my over night room at my mums place and I showed her my now tidy draws and she picked up the Tingle Lube I use for nights when she goes up to bed early (my room is next to the living room and she's normally down there till 2 in the morning). She looked at it and says 'What you do with this, then?' and I looked at her funny and said 'What'd you think mum?' It's quite obvious what I use it for. Then she says 'I dont know, do you have something over here then?'. 'What?' 'Do you have a bullet here?'... '...No I don't mum.' Well why do you use this when you dont have a vibe?' 'FINGERS MUM! I use my fingers to get my rocks off, I'm not getting a vibe to keep here in your flat.' And the it clicked and she starts laughing 'Oh Sorry! I can't use my fingers cause of my false nails!' She can be a right blond some times but she does make me laugh.
Part 3 up hopefully soon x