Author: Chapter two um yah like it I hope.

Arthur let out a whimper, he was shocked by his friend's sudden interest in him. Ford's hands slid down to take hold of Arthur's robe he gave a hearty tug that ripped the tie and allowed the robe to fall open. "FORD! What the hell are you doing?" Arthur managed to cry, as Ford climbed on top of him.

"You always say that Arthur,"

"Well that's because your always doing something that needs to be questioned in such a way!"

"Being ambitious" Ford fitted his mouth firmly over Arthur's, his hands twisted the fabric of the robe covering Arthur's shoulders pulling down as far as it would go.

Arthur pushed up to try and get Ford off him but that only resulted in a deep moan emitted from Ford's throat. "Oh Arthur," Ford breathed, Arthur's horrified face melted away as Ford pulled away to survey him.

"I get it this is a joke right Ford some funny thing Zaphod and you thought up." Arthur sucked his lips.

Ford cracked his neck to the side and looked down at Arthur's shoulder, he slid one of his hands up to touch Arthur's face. "Arthur this is no joke,"

"No joke," Arthur felt his stomach drop out as Ford kissed him again and again and again. The kisses were soft and quick, unlike anything Arthur had ever encountered, instead of Ford's lips being hot and dry like Arthur would have expect though he hadn't really expected it, his lips was cool and moist like mint bubble gum he had bought time to time at a store. It was really quiet refreshing…., before Arthur could come to terms with the sensual mint bubble gum kisses he felt Ford's tongue slide into his mouth.

Arthur couldn't understand why he wasn't screaming and shoving his best friend away. He should be appalled and upset he should be lecturing Ford on his sexuality and why it was not okay to kiss him in his book. But he wasn't in fact he felt his fingers gripping the scratching material of his good friend's vest and his palms pushing against bare stomach. Ford tore away from the deep kiss to shake off his bizarre jacket and wiggle out of his vest, Arthur watched with ragged breath.

"Ford I really don't think we should be-"

"Arthur shut up"

Ford tugged apart his blue and black tie than proceeded to unbutton his red shirt.

"Ford," Arthur whimpered he figured if he whined enough he would be making a effort to stop Ford…right…Ford flipped off his shirt than kissed Arthur slowly, his tongue slid over Arthur's lower lip than pushed firmly into his mouth. Ford tongue rolled over Arthur's coaxing it to come out and play.

Arthur let out a heavy sigh maybe it was all just a dream. It was definitely strange enough to be a dream. Ford was a field researcher for the Hitchhiker's guide, he was angry and a drunk and would rather flip someone off than go to a movie. Ford was a party animal and wasn't gay he wasn't even bisexual, he had a grave interest in women or maybe it was the women that had a grave interest in him. Something hard pushed feverishly against Arthur's inner thigh and he abruptly realized it couldn't be a dream it was all to real.

Ford's kisses became frantic he kissed Arthur's mouth then his cheek and his hot neck. He placed his hands on the fluffy white pillows and pushed his member roughly against Arthur sighing in a heavy moan the friction was nice.

"I'm using my whisper voice not that, that would matter to anyone of anything oh God I'm so depressed." Ford broke off the kiss in time to see the maniacally depressed robot wobble into the room. It's eyes dimmed and it looked down at the floor. "The others wanted you two to come to their rooms not that you would from the looks of things." Marvin wobbled back out the door, "Glad to be of service!" The door hummed softly. Ford caught his breath than crawled off Arthur reaching for his shirt. Arthur just laid there, he was dazed and worked up now that he thought of it. "Let's go see what they want since they have figured that the Frubula is far enough away for safety." Ford had a tense tart tone to his accent and he didn't even look at Arthur as he slid on his vest and retrieved his jacket. Arthur watched Ford go out the cheerful door and waited for him to get half way down the hall before sitting up. He wiggled off his robe and swung his legs over the edge he was sweating.