Chapter 2
To the stars!
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said… You are going to Adastra," mom replied, giving me the straightest face it was possible to make.
"And why is that?" I ask.
"I already told you. The auto-update changed the flight manifest and added your name to the passenger list."
"Okay, so just take me off the passenger list."
"It's uneditable. Not even I can change it, and that ship won't take off until you're on board."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me right now," I groaned, slamming my head down onto the hard metal desk.
"Language," mom hissed.
"Excuse me, madam chairman, but you're in my fucking office, on my fucing chair, and telling me to my fucking face that I have to get on an experimental ship, that's never been flown before, and fly through space to spend six weeks playing diplomat with a bunch of psycho fucking wolf people. I think my language is justified, mother."
"You're upset."
"Oh, you fucking think?"
I sling the chair backwards as I get up, needing to feel my body before I pass out, I take to pacing the tiny room. There's got to be some way to get out of this. I can't go to space. This is absolutely fucking abserd!
"That's not the only thing the auto-update changed."
"Oh, what else?" I bark.
"You've also been given a new title. You're earth's first official Cultural Ambassador," she beamed at me, obviously proud.
"What does that even mean?" I shout at her.
"You're going to be going out there and fostering relations with the other siblings. While Marco is our Goodwill ambassador, it'll be your job to assist him with matters of cultural importance. Teaching, guiding, instructing the siblings and children in the ways of earth."
I pinch the top of my nose, and groan. She doesn't understand me at all. Apparently, neither do the parents.
"I don't want to do any of that shit mom. Space is fucking terrifying. Teaching aliens how to speak english and who fucking Beyonce is does not sound like somehing I'd even be remotely good at."
"You were chosen for this, James. You cannot fight it, like you do everything else."
"The hell I can't," I snap back at her.
"You can't because I'm ordering you to. Not as your mother, but as your boss. You're under direct order from me, the chairman of Project Galaxias, and head of the New World Security Council to complete this mission, no questions asked."
The rest of my day was miserable. I sat at my desk, lost in space trying to figure out any way to talk mom into letting me not go to space. Of course, there was no way out of it. I mean, I could just run away and disappear for a few months, but I rely on technology way too much to even be able to do that. With mom as the head of the NWSC she'd be able to track me down in a heartbeat, as soon as I swiped my credit card for a latte, whether it be here or halfway around the globe.
No, there's no getting out of this.
Marco did text me not long after mom left.
Marco: I just got the news from ur mom. I know you're probably dying rn but I know were gonna have an amazing time on Adastra.
Marco: Guess the parents have a plan for you too?
Marco: You coming to the test tonight?
I didn't want to respond to him, because I knew he was absolutely beaming with excitement that I was going with him. Nobody truly cared what I thought or what I wanted at all here.
James: No I'm not coming. Gonna go home and drown myself so I don't have to go.
Marco: dramatic
Marco: no rlly though ily and I'll make sure you have a good time there.
When five o'clock finally comes I take the bus home and lock myself in my apartment. As I'm making myself a pathetic dinner of takeout leftovers I probably should have thrown away two or three days ago, I hear my phone buzz on the counter.
Mother: Are you mad at me?
Ugh, she's going to guilt trip me now. I should have known she'd do this. Ruin my life and then wonder why I'm furious with her.
James: Yes.
Mother: I'm sorry. This will be good for you though, James.
James: If you say so
Mother: I do say so. Just know I love you. I'm sorry if it feels like I don't sometimes. I just want what's best for you, and the parents clearly have a plan. :)
James: *thumbs up emoji*
I click off the cellphone, and toss it onto the couch in the other room.
When I finish my dinner, I decide to take a shower, and let the hot water wash away the stress of the day. I feel the tension in my muscles loosen as the jet setting pounds against the skin on my back, stinging only slightly, but otherwise feeling amazing. I arch my back against the wall and let the stream run down my back and off my ass. Putting myself into this position in the shower always reminded me of the night I spent with the Brazilian exchange student senior year of high school. He was so hot, and when he asked me to spend the night with him, I was starstruck. He was romantic, and so sensual with everything he did. He asked me to take a shower with him and goddamn what a way to lose your virginity.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
My cock was fully hard at this point as I reached down to stroke myself a few times.
Maybe one last hookup before I hit the road won't hurt.
I turn off the water and towel off. I didn't bother dressing, as I live alone, and instead let myself waltz around the dark apartment in my full glory as I swipe through my phone looking for the grindr app.
Oh yeah, I deleted it after the last guy I thought was "the one".
I opened up the app store and hit download. In the meantime, I open up Twitter and decide if I'm going to leave in three days, I might as well let people know, and type out a new tweet.
Guess the universe has something planned for me. I'll be heading out to Adastra this Saturday with my best buddy @Marco_in_space. Don't fret, my lovelies, I'll be back in 6 weeks. See you then! #space #ambassador #Adastra #ProjectGalaxias
The phone buzzed, letting me know my whore app was ready to go. I signed in and loaded up the familiar grid of mostly faceless pictures. I fiddle with my profile to let someone know exactly what I'm looking for, but before I can even finish I get my first message.
Looking2Succ: hey
JamesBottom: Hey
Looking2Succ: Can i see ur cock
I send him a well angled photo of my cock, at full mast, leaking a little bit of precum. The message suddenly disappears. Damn, okay. Rude.
I tap on the photo of a handsome looking bearded daddy type, and scroll through his bio.
Im Russel. Mostly looking for someone who can ride my beer can on the regular. Love twinks. No fats. No Fems.
Christ, why do hot people have to be so gross. Block.
Another message.
Icomeinu: pics?
I send the same photo, as well as one of my nicely toned bubble butt.
Icomeinu: nice. U bottom?
JamesBottom: yeeeee. CAn I see you?
He sends a photo of a massive uncut cock. The head was a dark red color, and there was a single bead of precum dripping down past his foreskin.
JamesBottom: Fuck that's hot
Icomeinu: What u looking 4?
JamesBottom: Mostly a good fuck before I leave this weekend.
Icomeinu: Where going?
JamesBottom: Space, tbh. I'm on the Adastra mission
Icomeinu: funny
JamesBottom: It's the truth. Imma be a spaceman ;)
The messages disappear once again. Fuck dude, why are gays so fucking spastic.
The phone vibrates once more, but this time it was not from grindr, it was twitter. I switched over to see what the notification is. It was a reply.
Replying to @Jamesandhisgiantpeach
lol good riddance.
Mommy is finally tired of you huh?
I don't know why it made me so angry to see those words written out by a stranger. Maybe deep down I believed them a little bit. Nobody cares about me. Mom doesn't care. She just wants her position and power and money. Marco definitely doesn't care. Soon as he gets that stupid wolf back I'm nothing to him. I have no one. No friends. No family. Nothing.
I've never felt so utterly alone, and at the end of the week, they're going to throw me to the literal wolves.
Grindr dings once more and I don't even bother opening it. I'm not even hard anymore, and I suddenly feel completely drained both physically and emotionally.
I delete the app, close my phone, and fall asleep right there on the couch.
You are on the right path.
