Chapter 3
Warning: M/M Slash, oral, anal, language, drugs, hints of abuse, suicide and murder
Riddick written by IceSamZero and is in bold
Johns written by Furyan Goddess and is in standard
I'm glad he fell asleep right then, cuz even I don't think I woulda liked the look on my face when he said that shit.
He's out now, breathin' soft an' steady on me. My hand ain't steady as I stroke over 'is skin, still, feelin' what I almost lost.
Should piss me off, that he'd even think a that, after what we fuckin' been through. After we fuckin' fought ta get here, after we're safe. After all I fuckin' did.
Never woulda cared before, but now, I find I can't hold onta the mad, cuz I get 'im.
I understand.
This--me , Jack, us--this is as frightenin' ta him as the fuckin' threat a bein' eaten alive. It's new, it's unfamiliar, an' I know I'm jus' takin' shit as it comes. Gotta be hard for 'im too, much as I been, fuck, much as I still am havin' issues with bein' alone an' suddenly havin' a pack ta lead...for Johns, he's always had a fuckin' thing ta chase after, somethin' ta make 'im wake up the next day.
He let go a that, an' he ain't used to havin' somebody hold 'im like this, same as me. Lotta shit ta take in, over jus' a coupla days.
So I don't get mad. I get kinda...dunno what ta call it, it's like the anticipation before a fight, before a situation when feelin' shuts off an' you jus' survive. Weird tingle, jus' an' awareness, when everythin' stands out too sharp an' the stuff at the edges fades an' goes blurry.
The knowledge that you might lose.
I jus' keep runnin' my hand up an' down 'is skin, dryin' now, warm. Soft.
I gotta watch Johns, but I gotta trust 'im too. I ain't gonna lead 'im by the nose.
Heh, like he'd fuckin' let me. Naw, 'f I was honest with myself, I'd always let 'im dig 'is own grave, fall on 'is own fuckin' sword that 'e used ta wave around like it made 'im some big bad knight.
Gotta let 'im find 'is own way, an' it's...good, knowin' that we're findin' our way in the dark, a different kind that neither of us can see through.
One foot in front a the other.
I almost fall asleep, jus' strokin' up an' down, losin' time to the feel of 'is skin. Sound of 'is breath.
Havin' someone ta protect is new, an' oddly, it's comfortin'. Comfort is somethin' that comes easily, an' I can honestly say I didn't know I had it in me. Makes me kinda smile.
I don't fall all the way, though, keep one eye half open. Figure he'll wake from 'is doze, an' much as I feel like sleepin' all day, doin' nothin' but eatin', maybe fuckin', I know Jack ain't gonna wanna sleep all day. An' I'm gettin' a little restless too, wanna poke around the ship, see what they're runnin', see if there's anythin' useful. Know the layout in case shit goes south.
Know Johns is thinkin' the same shit, cuz he keeps that gauge close. 'M kinda surprised the Cap didn't throw a fit over it. Guess Johns snuck it out after it was just Crewie boy leadin' us. Not payin' attention ta the stray sheep, not realizin' they picked up wolves.
For now, though, I let 'im sleep.
Ain't got no rush.
Wake up, feel Riddick's body behind me. Tense, ready. Sense no danger, but he's restless. Needs to get up, move 'round, me too. Grunt as I peel myself off him. Back's sticky, so's my stomach. Rub my eyes and look back at him. He's stretchin' out the kinks and I reach, run my hand over his chest, just to touch, then drop it away.
Stand and put my pants on a second before Jack comes back in. I scowl at her, "Fuckin' ever hear a knockin'?"
Both her and Riddick snicker and I just shake my head.
"What's the plan? Can't lay 'round in bed all day." I grumble and start searching through the boxes and crates scattered around the room but I can't see real good. Too dark with the lights this low. Can't see in it, not like Riddick. I go over to the light switch and wait till Riddick gets his goggles down before I flip them on.
"Jesus, wonder if this fuckin' guy knew Paris. Look at this shit."
Start pullin' out old shit from long dead fucks. Weird stuff. Pick something up and even Riddick's mouth drops open. Jack asks what it is and I just mumble something 'bout not knowin'. I know. Don't want her to know, she's too fuckin' young to know 'bout the darker side of sex. Know she's already had some experience, not her choice, but still, not on my watch. Not from me.
Got a box full of sex toys and now Riddick's at my side, searchin' through and puttin' some in a smaller box.
"Don't even fuckin' think 'bout it," I growl, but find myself getting curious 'bout it just the same. He pulls out a clamp with a small weight attached to it and I don't know know what the fuck it is, not sure I wanna know. I ain't into the kinky shit, still can't believe I'm fuckin' a guy, but still I ask. "The fuck's that?"
"Ball stretcher," he whispers so Jack can't hear.
"Don't even fuckin' think 'bout it." I warn him. No fuckin' way that things comin' near my balls.
"Aw, come on, Johns, live a little."
I just shake my head and snort. I could live the rest of my life and not use any of the junk in the box. Find a pair of cuffs and grin, show them to him and he shakes his head.
"Come on, Riddick, live a little."
"Ain't gettin' me back in chains, Johns." Just the thought of Riddick tied up makes me half hard and I know then I'm one sick fuck. Think it shows on my face cause he stops and stares me down, even with the goggles, he gets his message across.
Right, no chains. Damn it all to hell.
Push the box aside, dig into another one. This one contains old Earth memorabilia. The stuff's worth a fortune now. Dates back to before the final war, twenty, twenty-first century times. Black market.
I tell Riddick what it is and I can tell he wonders how I know. Hey, I listen. I saw the shit Paris was smugglin'. Devil's in the details, sides, had a roommate once that would'da creamed himself for some of this stuff.
"Smugglers," I tell them, like they don't know. "Can't believe they let us see all this. Probably think we're a bunch of dumb asses that don't know what it's worth."
Find a photograph of an old rock band called Led Zeppelin and Jack 'bout pee's herself grabbin' it out of my hands.
I can't help but chuckle when she starts to go on and on about their music. How they changed everything, influenced generations of artists.
I smile and look at Riddick, "That poster's probably worth ten times your ass, no wonder they didn't know who you were. Small potatoes."
He growls at me and I laugh, really fuckin' laugh and it feels good. He's grinnin' and Jack's eyes are beggin'. I just shake my head, "Ask your father."
Her eyes cut to Riddick, she gives him the good ones, softens them, makes them bigger somehow and I can see him cavin'.
Hear her squeal and him grunt. Looks like Riddick's getting himself another hug if he likes it or not. What shocks me is when I feel her thin arms 'round my waist givin' me a small squeeze too. I pat her hands and she's off to her room talkin' to herself.
"Gonna go see what else they got." Riddick says and leaves me alone for the first time.
Not sure how I feel 'bout it. Relief, disappointment. Annoyance at missin' him already. Like him at my side and I hate feelin' that way.
Not used to this, don't know how to deal. I know I'm in deep, deeper than him.
Who the fuck am I kidding? What the fuck would he want to stick with me for? I'm a strung out, unstable at best, merc. He hates mercs. Probably just fuckin' me till something better comes along.
He got nothin' invested in me. He and Jack'll take off in the night, leave me alone with my dick in my hand.
Maybe he wants someone that'll use all the stuff in the box. He seemed to know what it was, what it's for.
How'd he learn all this anyway? How many guys has he fucked? Am I just one more along the way?
Don't get to answer any of my own questions before Jack comes back in and starts bouncin' on the bed askin' questions like she got the right to know.
"So, like are you and Riddick together? I mean like for real? Cuz it's so cool to have, like, big brothers..." She asks and I got nothing to say.
Big brothers? What the fuck? Guess she's gotta put us in some kinda column.
"So I can have the music stuff? What else is in those boxes? What was that metal thing?"
I don't give a shit what she takes and if she thinks I'm gonna tell her what that metal thing is, she's insane. Don't even know how the fuck that thing worked. Never seen nothing like it before. Looked like some kinda punishment device. I could'da used that on Riddick to keep 'im in line. Nahh, even I ain't that mean.
"Why'd ya become a merc? I mean, it's like nobody likes mercs," Somehow I think 'nobody' is her and Riddick, "and what do you do when you're not chasing your payday? Hit bars or chill at merc hangouts? You guys socialize?"
Chill out? Socialize? Fuck no, merc's don't even like other merc's. How does she know words like paydays? She's too young to know 'bout this kinda life. Should be too young at least.
"So is it different fuckin' a guy? I mean, neither of of you look like you're gay or anything..."
Oh, my god, she did not just ask that! FUCK, Riddick where are you? Better get your ass back here soon and save me or I don't know what I'm gonna do. How the hell do you talk to a twelve year old girl anyway??
She keeps going on and on and I feel sweat break out over my skin. Muscles tight and when I don't think I can take anymore, he's there, standin' over me, looking down and he knows. The fucker knows I'm ready to lose it.
Eyes cut to Jack and he raises a brow at her. I didn't even notice he turned the lights down again. Gettin' used to the dark I guess. Couldn't think with her chatterin' in my ear anyway.
"What?" she asks innocently.
"You botherin' Mommy?" He asks her and I just snort.
"Why don't you ask Daddy what you've been askin' me. See if you get any answers." I tell her and grin when she starts in on him. Same batch of questions, some a bit different.
Jaw tightens, falls, snaps shut. I just lay back on the bed and stretch out, cross my legs and put my hands behind my head. Close my eyes and I can't keep the smile off my face.
Johns wakes up an' unsticks from me, an' I pop my neck an' roll out the tightness. His hand strokes down my chest, just once, as he gets up, an' I wanna reach for it, grab it an' pull 'im down, wanna feel 'is weight an' 'is skin on mine, jus' for another sec. But he gets up, gets his pants on jus' as Jack walks in.
He gives her shit for not knockin', an' I gotta agree but I just laugh with 'er. He's right too, gotta get up, get movin', find out what this boat's about. Johns starts pokin' at a crate, they're unsealed, but then 'e goes ta the lights an' I snag my goggles an' slide 'em down. He waits till I got my eyes covered an' flips 'em on, goes back ta diggin' in a box. 'S the one we ate off of, an' I can't help but stare at some a the shit that's in there.
Johns pulls out a thin, long piece a metal, an' I can feel my face, know I got the same look 'e does. That shit ain't for fun, not in my fuckin' book. Can see what looks like a tunin' fork in there, with more long, less thin metal rods. Fuck that shit.
Jack asks what it is, an' Johns jus' mumbles at 'er. I gotta stop the urge ta snort, but I see 'is face go kinda closed, an' I know he wants ta keep 'er from this shit, know why. I shoulder by 'im, block 'er view an' start pokin' around.
Hm. Some neat stuff in here. Curious to see what some a it's for. Some obvious, others not so much. Some sinister, some playful, some jus' weird, unknown.
Spot a thin, curved metal...wand, I guess, little ball at the end. Immediately think ov'a use for it, an' hide the grin. There's a small box in there, black, fake leather finish. Open it, an' it's all lined with this velvet shit, empty. Set the metal in there, watch it gleam dully in the light.
There's some weirder floppy shit, surprised it ain't rotted away. Maybe been treated. Don't care, not my thing. But the sight a all this shit laid out has me thinkin' a Johns, naked, on the bed...all laid out. Waitin'. Pale. Exposed.
I got three other toys nested inside the box 'fore Johns catches on an' growls at me ta not even think it. I know I'm grinnin'. He moves close, like he's maybe curious too, an' I pull out the next bit jus' so he can see. Know what it is, dunno if 'e does. Nope, he don't, an' I really gotta hold in the smile.
Whisper at 'im what it's for, so Jack can't hear, hold it so she can't see. She's curious but she gets the vibe I'm givin' off ta stay the fuck back.
"Don't even fuckin' think about it," he growls again, an' I can't hide the smile in my voice. Forgot how easy it was ta push 'is buttons. "Aw, come on, Johns, live a little."
He jus' shakes 'is head an' snorts, like he knows I'm fuckin' with 'im. Wouldn't touch half this shit myself, but it's fun ta fuck with 'im.
He reaches right past me an' pulls out a pair a cuffs, shiny, jus' like 'is old ones. I'm already shakin' my head.
"Come on, Riddick, live a little."
"Ain't gettin' me back in chains, Johns," I say. 'S a warning, an' I think he feels it, but I also feel somethin' from 'im, an' I look up quick. Can see it in 'is eyes, he's gettin' off on the thought an' I find my jaw bitin' down hard, remembrin' the bit same as my gut clenches at the thought a his cock in my mouth, hands behind my back.
I gotta give a hard stare, cuz I cannot let myself want...that. Not that. Johns has changed a lot, an' I know I let myself do some shit I never woulda thought with 'im, cuzza 'im, but I will not give up my freedom.
Johns changes the subject, sorta, by shovin' the funbox ta the side an' goin' for another. Opens it an' 'e starts tellin' me what some a it is, an' while my education ain't exactly up ta date, it's shit I hardly recognize. I look at 'im sideways, though he can't tell with the goggles on, an' Jack leans in, eager ta see what this new box a goodies holds.
"Smugglers," Johns says, lookin' in this crate but pointin' ta the others. Only way it makes sense, havin' this weird-ass shit. Fuck knows what's in the other ones. "Can't believe they let us see all this," 'e says, an' I can't figure that either--but then, I dunno what half the old shit is, anyway. Other things ta think about, growin' up. But I can tell, the way Johns is lookin' at some a it, this crate here alone, gotta be worth a ton a money.
Johns pulls out some pic ov'a buncha guys with funky hair, an' Jack goes apeshit. Squealin' an' chatterin' on 'bout 'em--band, I guess, from 'er excited fast talk. "That poster's probably worth ten times your ass," Johns says, smilin' at me. "No wonder they didn't know who you were. Small potatoes."
I growl at 'im but he jus' laughs, hard, an' Jack thinks it's funny too. She must be givin' 'im a look or somethin' cuz he shoots me one an' says "Ask your father." I feel a growl startin,' but he looks towards Jack. My brows wrinkle up an' I turn to her. Know she wants the pic, an' I'm thinkin' last we need is ta get any more attention, 'specially if our benefactors notice expensive stuff missin', but Jack...
She's got the poster hugged ta her chest, holdin' it in 'er skinny arms, an' I can see bruises in 'em, see scratches, see where she skinned 'er knuckles. An' her eyes are all big an' shit in 'er fuzzy head. She musta seen somethin' in my face cuz she runs at me, squealin' again, an' I grunt cuz she attacks me. Squeezes me hard with 'er thin, strong arms, an' then she attacks Johns too. He touches 'er hands an' she's off, goin' on 'bout the tunes all the way to 'er room.
Figure if these guys'll risk lettin' us inta unsecured crates, they gotta have better, or maybe worse stuff under lock an' key. I don't like not knowin' what I'm dealin' with, an' all I got is time. But ours may be runnin' out, if shit don't go smooth at Aquila. No tellin' who these guys are, an' wasn't like we hadda choice who we hooked up with.
"Gonna go see what else they got," I say shortly, already headin' to the door, pullin' on a shirt as I go. I'm through an' I take in the empty corridor. No lights, narrow strip a grated floor between metal bulkheads, cold.
I feel somethin' loosen up in my chest, a tightness I was sorta aware of, sorta not till it let go. I breathe in the cool, stale air. Ship's air. Reach an' push the goggles up. Right leads ta communal heads, showers. Crew quarters, an' the cryo lockers can't be far off. Crewie an' Cap might still be awake, Ta the left, the ass-end a the ship, the corridor opens up, big an' yawnin' all the way ta the end. Big doors there, where the boat shits out the cargo.
Ain't a huge freighter, so it's got a hold insteada modules like the H-G. Saw the engines, out ta the sides an' slung low, near the front a the boat. Haulin', not pushin', all the room in the back for cargo--crew sleepin', stacked crates. Dead weight. Lotta silence an' total shadow.
I go left, hear my steps echo out. Dominatin' the hold, big-ass containers, stacked two high, two deep an' four back, lotsa room between 'em. Most loaded, for sure. Not a huge haul, but this ain't a huge freighter.One Captain, one Crewie for sure, maybe two more if that--the ol' H-G ran on the same, maybe less. Was a Company ship, though, an' they cut corners.
Aft from the containers to the doors, tie-downs an' nettin' for crates an' larger blocks a cargo, left an' right, makin' a causeway in the middle. Some packed tight an' palleted, almost up ta the ceilin', others short, room to walk through an' around. Supplies.
I poke around the tie-downs. Nothin' too interestin' here. I look back forward, at the hulkin' boxes. If these guys are smugglin' shit, an' it's not a private collection--doubt they'd leave it jus' sittin' there--then one or two a these containers is gonna hold shit it ain't 'sposed to. Others'll be fulla somethin' normal, somethin' that won't raise attention. Food, material, components, shit that moves in an' outta port every day. Basics.
I look at the containers, see some space between the topmost an' the ceilin'. See where I can climb up. I grab a seam on the one to the right, kick off the side an' jump up, slap my hands on the edge a the highest crate. Pull myself up, an' gotta squat. Can't stand, but don't gotta slither either. I jus' look across the tops a the four I can see. Two'll be hidden, underneath, but it won't be the one nearest ta the door. Wouldn't put a suspicious container right where the customs boys'll see it first thing. So it'd either be the hardest or next-hardest one ta get to, in the corner at the bottom or on top a that, snug against the walls.
I move over to where the corners meet, but there's nothin' ta see. Knock on 'em, an' they sound full. Maybe they hide the goods in with the rest a the shit, crates lookin' the same as any generic one you ever saw, sittin' pretty with the legal load.
I slide off, go ta the other side, ones on starboard. Deep dark here, I bet, even with lights on. There's some rings built inta the bulkhead, big an' round, on pivot joints. I touch one. Cold. Use my fingers an' toes, shimmy up the wall without makin' noise outside the whisper a metal. Hop on the crates an crawl over.
I see it.
Big-ass number, scrawled in some kinda ultraviolet paint, farthest crate in the corner, away from the doors an' flush ta the wall. Invisible ta the naked eye, an' the scanners won't get weird bout a number. They're lookin' for bugs an' shit. For me, it's shinin' like a beacon in the dark.
I crawl over, keepin' low, usin' my hands. Knock on it, an' it sounds kinda hollow. Not empty, but not near full.
Hm. Woulda thought mixin' the shit with the other stuff was smarter than havin' an obviously lighter container. Automatically suspect.
I wanna open it an' have a peek, an' I see a nice hatch on top. Makes sense, figures how they'd get in.
I hear a sound.
I hold my breath an' feel my body go liquid. Spread out, slink back from the hatch, turn 'round so'm facin' the way I came up. Hear footfalls, an' I see a shadow dance.
Flashlight.
If it's Crewie an' he's come ta check on the goods, this is a place he's gonna hit. I watch the beam play around the hold, but I hear 'im go right for this side, to the end, where the ladder is.
Hand on the first ring, hear it creak. He's pullin' on 'em climbin' up. Clank as 'is foot catches another, an' he slaps 'is other hand up.
Light jerks wildly, an' paints a shaky circle on the ceilin'. Gettin' smaller as he gets higher, gruntin'.
I slide sideways, eyes fixed forward. One foot over the edge, hand grips. Other leg, swing over an' feet catch the seam. Knuckles-up, both hands grippin'. Use my leg as leverage, quick move ta let go with one hand an' push my goggles down, then catch the container again. 'F I jump down he hears me. 'F I climb up 'e sees me. So I stay.
Wait.
Hear 'im make it ta the top, breathin' hard. Not a big climb, pal. Must be outta shape. I pull up, hangin' there by my hands, ta watch.
'E slaps a hand on the top a the container, an' I hear 'im plant a foot. Shoves up, an' the flashlight gets tossed up, rolls an' points at the wall, cuttin' off mosta 'is light. Hear 'im curse, quiet. Arm slides on up ta the elbow, other hand slaps, hauls 'is body on top an' kinda humps like a seal. Flops there a sec, breathin'. Then 'e grabs the flash an'it swings 'round so I let myself fall back, put toes back in the seam an' freeze. Breathe.
Crewie crawls over to the suspect container, an' I hear 'im dickin' with the hatch. Hear it groan an' screech open.
A minute, less, an' Crewie closes the hatch. Didn't hear a sound but 'im breathin', like he was jus' lookin'. He shuffles back, turns around, an' starts crawlin' for the ring ladder. I tense my arms an' pull up, slither onto the container an' jus' lay there, watchin' Crewie turn again to get a foot down on a ring. Turns the right way, keeps his back to, the light away from me. Gets down the rings a lot easier than 'e went up, like he's satisfied.
I wait, unmovin', till I hear 'is footsteps fade again, back ta the crew quarters. I go back ta the hatch, see that it needs a key. Figures.
I go back ta the edge of the containers an' move over 'em like I did before, 'cept this time I don't gotta hang there waitin' while the fucker dicks around. I let go an' land with a thump on the floor, stand an' push my goggles back up. I make ta follow Crewie.
Just before I get back ta the corridor, a faint scent catches me, an' I stop, let it in. Familiar, somehow, but it's real thin. My brain tickles, like I oughta get it, but then the big ventilation kicks in an' sucks it away, cold air blastin' me from below the grate. I can't place it.
I let it go. I got time. Continue up the corridor, past the staterooms. Showers ahead, portals dotted down the way, an' right as I'm about ta step by lights snap on.
I freeze, right at the line between the light an' shadow. Hear Crewie in there, shufflin'. Hear 'im piss in the head, hear the water. Lights off.
I look in the openin's along the walkway but can't see 'im. Follow his footsteps, hear 'em change from tile ta rubber--the quarters. I come level with the sound, hall branchin' off ta the left, floored in that rubber shit. See 'im, watch from around the corner. Watch which door he goes in. When it closes, cuttin' off the light inside, I walk up the dark hall. Listen at the other doors. Don't feel no one else. Absence of livin' vibrations. Of twitches people make when they sleep. Of noises they make as they breathe. Heartbeats.
Only Crewie's door has any a that, an' I turn back to the main corridor. Softstep on the metal again, an' head forward.
Forward's got the cryos.
Eight of 'em, lined up like two rows a coffins. Two're shut down with tape across the fronts, like they're spares, not juiced up. My guess the Cap only gets enough dreamtime ta run enough lockers for the crew, an' 'at's it. Expensive stuff. Three're occupied, the last two empties in obvious disrepair. One's cracked an' fucked. Neither got tubes leadin' inta 'em, no setups inside. Jus' empty spaces.
Two crew, an' Cap. All sleepin' but for the Crewie. Guess the Cap figures he can run shit, keep an eye on us--or at least on their secret cargo. Still a few weeks outta the system.
I stare at the snoozies for a while, wonderin'. Lights in the lockers look the same color as the ones in the H-G. 'Cept they wasn't flashin' crazy like in mine.
I turn an' head back ta the staterooms.
Dim the lights right as I walk in, an' first thing I smell is Johns' sweat. He's tensed up, lookin' at Jack, who's sittin' on the bed. She's lookin' at me, so I raise an eybrow. She's total innocence. Like when she got her new haircut. "What?"
I deadpan, "You botherin' Mommy?"
"Why don't you ask Daddy what you've been askin' me," Johns snorts. "See if you get any answers."
'Fore I can ask what's up, Jack's wide eyes turn on me an' she starts runnin' her mouth a million questions a minute.
Holy shit. I sorta see Johns flop down an' close 'is eyes, get comfy. Jack's kinda boingy on the edge a the bed, an' I can't answer half a these questions even if I think about it.
"Naptime," I snap. Jus' grunt it out. Johns, the fuck, he's still chillin' on the bed, big shit-eatin' smile on 'is face. Jack gives me the pout an' I narrow my eyes, growl an' point ta her room. She seems ready ta put up a fight but then a big ol' yawn does 'er in. She's still a bit beat up. We all are, but she needs the downtime.
She grumbles an' slides offa the end a the bed, an' I catch myself reachin' out ta noogie 'er, like Johns did when we first got here. My hand stops on top a her head, an' she just turns those big eyes at me. She moves fast an' I got 'er arms around me, squeezin' for all she's worth. Don't ever think I woulda picked 'er as huggy, but it's been a rough day. I rub my hand on her fuzz, an' she lets go an' goes to 'er room.
After a sec I follow, an' I jus' look around, check the corners. Maybe it's for me, maybe it's for her. Whatever works. She seems satisfied that I took a look an' it checked out. I see where she's piled an old shirt, some curls of foil from food she's mauled. She's already crawlin' inta bed, yawnin' again, an' I look at 'er till she smiles. Little rat, in the big clothes. I blink, wait till she closes 'er eyes, an' in less 'an a minute she's makin' soft snory noises.
After doublecheckin' the lock on the portal ta the corridor, I back out an' seal 'er door between her room an' mine. Johns'.
He's lyin' there, lookin' at me. I close the crates we were diggin' through, the small box on top a one. I push it towards the wall, away from curious little hands. I cut a glance at the bed, an he's still watchin' me. Know it ain't safe from curious big hands.
I'm jus' lookin' at it but not really, thinkin'. Johns' voice comes across with a yawn. Dim light, nothin' ta do, full belly. Easy ta go back ta sleep. Sleep all the time. "What didja find?" he asks, scratchin' the side a 'is mouth.
I shrug. "They're smugglin' somethin'," I say. "Crew's out, includin' the Captain. Crewie's still awake."
"Parker, Parkson, somethin' like that?" Johns asks, sittin' up an' puttin' 'is legs over the side a the bed. I shrug an' don't say nothin'.
"How many weeks till we hit system?"
Johns sniffs, blinks. He stretches 'is arms above 'is head an' yawns again, lighter. Stands up an' walks over to where 'm broodin' by the crate. "Bout three or less," he says, head tilted, lookin' at my shoulder. "From what I got outta the Captain." He reaches out an' touches my skin, jus' traces 'is fingertip down the curve a my arm an' then lets 'is hand fall.
Feels strange.
Light, an' warm. Welcome, an' not. Chest gettin' tight again. Feel the muscles in my shoulders an' neck shortenin' up.
"Hey," Johns says, like I'm doin' somethin' I'm not 'sposed to. Like he can tell me what ta do. He moves up close, an' I tense up s'more. Moves behind me an' my hands're in fists. Not clenched hard, not yet, jus'...not so close, Johns.
He takes the step, puts 'is nose inta my neck an' it's too close. He inhales an' my fists squeeze once, tight, an' then jus' let go. His arm comes up in fronta me, hand rubbin' up my stomach over the shirt. Other hand settles on my hip, an' I want 'im ta wait a sec, gimme some room, but he don't wait, don't give it to me. He moves right up behind me an' presses 'is hard cock ta my ass an' I shudder all over, one hand' snappin' up an' closin' on 'is wrist, the other fallin' down an' clampin' over 'is at my hip. Breathin' hard.
I push at 'im, turn, an' 'e jus' pushes me ta the wall, makes my feet stumble an' my hands fall an' my mouth open. My eyes close. Feel 'im pushin', in my face, pushin'. Back against the wall, a leg between mine, one a mine between 'is, fuck, feel 'is breath on my lips--
Puts 'is mouth ta mine an' I feel all that tight shit leave me in a sigh. Fuck, not the first time he's done that. Hand slidin' up my stomach again, under the shirt this time. Cool on my skin, I feel hot. Mouth on mine. Mouth. Lips. Tongue. Teeth, wet, Johns. Taste 'im.
Hand squeezin' my shoulder, kneadin' it almost, movin' ta my neck, slidin' round back an' holdin' me where 'e wants me. Makes me wanna growl but it comes out kinda...thin. He jus' swallows it.
Presses in with 'is hips, now he's slow-grindin' his cock on mine, fuck, feels nice. That's warm. Hand slides across my pecs, finds a nipple an' 'is fingers--oh, fuck you Johns, fuck you an' your fuckin' fingers--"Mmmh," I say, inta his mouth. Sound gets all fucked up, muffled, an' he bites my lip again. "Nnh," I say, quieter.
Sucks my lip in an' lets it go just as fast, shoves 'is tongue in my mouth an' 'is hand down my pants, grippin' my neck an' kissin', bitin', lickin' an' jus' kissin'.
Gasp an' break my mouth away, suckin' air. Pumpin' my cock, warm hand, feel pressure behind, slidin' off my neck, down my back, my arm trapped. Down, down till he goes under the waistband an' gropes my ass, bitin' my jaw, my ear, fuck, bitin' my ear. That's good. Keep doin' that, yeah. That's good.
His hand comes outta my pants, 'is fingers are wet. Can smell my own come already. He pulls at my shirt an' I about rip it over my head, toss it somewhere. He yanks at my pants an' we get 'em down, an' I lean inta the wall, already pushin' at 'is shoulders as 'e goes to 'is knees.
He veers away at the last sec an' I groan, somehow find that my hands ain't shovin' an' yankin'. I do bury a fist in 'is hair, hold 'is head but let 'im steer as 'e fuckin' nuzzles the spot jus' ta the side a my cock, juttin' up hard between us, skin pulled back, fuckin' feel my heartbeat in it. He nips me, on the bone, an' then 'e bites, hard enough ta bruise, ta mark. I make a sound, an' it makes my cock twitch. He licks me, takes 'is time. Licks my belly, my thigh, makes a wet ring round the base a my dick, licks at the veins, up underneath. Lower, sucks one a my balls inta his mouth, fuck, not gonna get used ta that. Can't think when 'e does that. Just let 'im do it.
Start thinkin' again, sorta, when his tongue's back on my cock, slidin' all the way up ta the tip an' lickin' big an' flat, cross the head, takin' a lotta wet with it an' shit he sucks me in.
His hand comes up, wraps around an' slides up an' down, sometimes with 'is mouth, sometimes counter. Sometimes twistin', squeezin'. Not always movin', sometimes jus' holdin. Mouth hot, tongue soft an' hard an' movin' on me. Suckin', hummin', up an' down. Backs off, nips me, jus' the tip a the head an' I ask him ta do it again. Hear my own voice, sayin' "do it again," weird an' breathy.
He looks up at me, an' I wonder what 'e sees. Feel my mouth open, breathin' hard, my eyes feel heavy. His are all blown, an' he jus' licks 'is tongue on me again, takin' what I'm leakin', swallows, licks me again an' again as 'e watches my face. I let 'im watch, let 'im lick. Hand's never left 'is hair. Other's...where the fuck's my other hand? Shit, squeezin' my own thigh, hard enough ta hurt. I press it against the wall behind, an' watch Johns watch me as he sucks my cock.
He moves in, mouth almost closed, an' he nips again, a real light bite, hint a teeth an' pressure. Sucks, pulls the slick stuff outta me an' his eyes flutter shut. Mine do too, for a sec. Then 'e sucks me down again, far, an' he's suckin' hard, workin' 'is hand hard. Everythin's hard, 'is tongue, 'is fingers. Other hand grippin' my thigh where mine was, feel where there's gonna be a bruise. Dunno how but he feels it 'fore I do, backs off alla sudden, still jerkin' on me with 'is hand, starin' at my cock, an' I grunt. He opens 'is mouth an' puts 'is tongue flat under the head a my cock an' I see the first thick, cream-colored shot wash over 'is tongue, an' my eyes squeeze shut cuz I can't keep 'em open. Wanna watch, fuck do I wanna watch but I just clench my teeth an' grunt through it, say "Unh unh unh," feel my hips jerkin', my cock spurtin', feel 'im suck it down an' feel 'im swallow.
I come back, blinkin'. He's lappin' at me, still suckin' here an' there, lickin' all my come, lickin' all over me. Movin' 'is hand, makin' me shudder, makin' it last. Goin' after the clear stuff that's comin' out now, steady, no hurry. Tastes it an' jus' sucks me like I'm doin' it all for him, like it's what he's wanted.
'S what I wanted.
Same thing.
Finally I push 'im away, soft an' spent. Gotta consciously let go a 'is hair. Lean hard back inta the wall, shiverin'. He undoes my boots, an' I let 'im. Couldn't untie 'em ta save my fuckin' ass right now. I step outta 'em an' my pants, gotta kick 'em off one ankle, stumble ta the bed an' fall on it facefirst. ""C'mrrh," I say. Gotta swallow. "C'mere," I croak.
I hear 'im shuckin' 'is pants, an' I make an effort ta get up, try ta reposition so 'm not half off the bed at a stupid angle. He shuffles on the bed on 'is knees, an' I get up on mine, pushin' up with a hand an' he's lookin' at my eyes, kinda hopeful, bringin' 'is cock close.
I turn my head away, an' I feel 'im still. I flop back down, cross my arms under my head an' lay on 'em, get comfy an' spread my thighs apart. Crack an eye an' roll it up to 'im. "Whatcha waitin' for?" I mutter.
He don't smile. He looks at me, somethin' in 'is face, kinda stuck. He moves outta my vision an' I hear 'im get the lube. I open my eye again when he comes up behind me, an' I turn a bit, come up on a side, watch 'im spread it over 'is cock, jerkin' 'imself slowly, eyes dark an' lookin' down at me, one hand holdin' up 'is shirt. I can see 'is stomach, muscles tightenin' as he's lookin'. At my ass, up my back, over me to my face. I reach out, rest a hand on 'is thigh an' 'is other hand lets go a the shirt, comes down on top a mine, an' we jus' look at each other for a minute, his arm movin', hand slow on 'is cock, shirt low, hand warm on mine, thigh flexed underneath.
I slide my hand out from under an' go back to my front again, head on my arms. Close my eyes an' feel 'im run a hard hand up my back, sigh as 'is fingers bite inta the muscle on the way down. Gropes my ass again an' I spread a little wider. Hear 'im shift, put 'is knees between mine. One hand on 'is cock, holdin' tight, an' the other, fingers on my lower back, thumb dippin' down between my cheeks ta touch my ass.
"Mmm," I say, clenchin' 'my cheeks an' makin' 'im move 'is thumb away. "Jus' do it, Johns."
Can feel 'im hesitate, hand still on my ass. Can jus' see 'im, hand glued to 'is dick, thumb pressin' my crack, his fuckin' shirt still on, all darkish hair an' half-mast blue eyes.
He shifts again, bed moves. Hand palms my ass now, rubs once, then pulls, an' 'fore I can move I feel 'im lean close an' his breath an' then I feel 'is tongue.
I gasp an' shove a fist over my mouth, put my face inta the bed an' try ta be fuckin' quiet. First touch is like nothin' else, nothin' I've ever felt before in my life. Flicks at me, like he's figurin' out what ta do. Sure as fuck don't know what ta tell 'im. Wasn't like I knew what I was fuckin' doin', I jus' did it. 'F I say anythin' now it's gonna be embarrassin'.
He goes from flickin' ta pushin, an' fuck, feels so strange, feels so hot, feels so good, feels so wet. Kinda like he lit a candle, an' the flame's dancin' around my asshole, all flickery an' dangerous, fuck, he spears the tip inside an' I moan inta my hand, inta the bed.
He doesn't wait for me, doesn't pause, don't have no fuckin' mercy. He finds the way, slides 'is tongue inside, fuckin' inside deep an' I don't even feel tight around 'im, feel like I'm open for 'im. I push offa the bed jus' enough ta gasp "Fuck me, Johns," 'fore I fall back down, still gaspin' an' makin' noises.
Feel his tongue slide out, feels fuckin' weird, an' then 'e walks on 'is knees behind me again, I look, I gotta look, hand on 's cock, puts the other flat on my ass an' opens me, rests 'is head at my hole an' then reaches back, pushes 'is shirt up an' rolls with 'is hips, falls forward...
Slow motion, my head falls back to the bed. Feel some damp from saliva under my cheek. Feel one a 'is hands on my hip, pullin' as 'e lets gravity pull 'im. Feel myself, openin' for 'im, feel the air stolen right outta my lungs. Can't tighten, can't inhale, can't close my eyes. All I can see is the weave a the shitty sheet, all I can feel is 'im fillin' me, feel 'is balls touch mine for the second time. Feel the hair on 'is thighs inside a mine, feel 'is hips on my ass.
Feel 'im slide home.
Has ta let go a his shirt so both 'is hands can fall an' press flat ta the sheet on either side a me, hold 'im up so he can bend 'is head, watch as 'e slides his dick in an outta me, slow, long strokes, all the way, back inside deep, all the way out, back inside. Watch 'is hips move, watch me take 'im between my cheeks. Like he's amazed I let 'im in each time, at the way it feels. So slow.
I jus' let all my weight sink inta the bed, let 'is slow, lazy thrusts push us both down, listen' to the creak. Funny, didn't notice it before. Shoulda been fuckin' loud the first time. Maybe we broke it.
Fuck, slow slide, slight burn, so fuckin' good. "Fuck, Riddick," he whispers, an' I realize his head's real close ta mine an' I twist around, almost knock each other silly an' then he moves down an' takes my mouth an' I try ta kiss back, but we can't quite reach. He suddenly shoves forward, deep as 'e can, bumps hard over the sweet spot an' I'm gaspin' but he takes alla my air, alla my mouth, alla me.
Moans shaky inta my mouth, an' we break off, wet kiss snappin' between us, an' he rears back, grabs my hips an' straightens up, pulls me up, pulls me back, pulls my ass onta his cock again an' again, an' I push back, push up, push on' 'im.
I get up on my elbows, almost, one hand flat on the bed, holdin', listenin' to the creak, creak, creak, feelin' 'im, feel 'im in my ass hard an' steady.
Mouth open, breathin' when I can, he's fillin' me, he's everythin', the air, the sting in my eyes, the fire in my throat, the ice in my veins. Fuckin' turnin' shit upside down, inside fuckin' out. So good it hurts, can't even feel anymore, just burning.
He hauls on me, snaps 'is hips, gasps an' cries out with it, once, twice, three times an' it chokes off, he snaps one more time, hard, holds, stays deep an' I wish I could see. Bet 'is head's thrown back, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. Feel 'is hands tight on my hips, feel 'is dick twitchin' in my ass as he empties his load. Feel 'im solid an' strong behind me one second then he's shivery an' weak an' liquid, fallin' onto my back an' we both "oof" when 'e lands, shudderin'.
Can still feel 'im in there, movin' with the aftershocks. Feels wet, feels warm an' feels good. I stretch out under 'im, groan. Neck pops an' my whole body goes like sand inta the bed. He spreads out on top a me, still kinda out of it, an' I jus' lay there, grinnin' wide cuz damn this is what well-fucked feels like.
I can feel 'is breath on my shoulder blade, feel 'im drool a little bit an' I chuckle. He notices an' I feel 'im swipe quick at 'is mouth an' it jus' makes me laugh again. Sounds weak. He kisses the spot on my shoulder, then licks my skin. For some reason this makes me think a switchin', flippin' 'im on 'is back an' fuckin' 'im till he passes out, but I ain't fuckin' hard enough ta dent paper right now.
I manage ta get a hand back before he gets any ideas about pullin' away. "Stay," I say. Rest my hand on 'is ass, reach ta the back a his thigh for a stroke but it's a stretch, so I put my arms under my head again. He settles on me, fuckin' shirt still on an' kinda scrape-y. Wanna laugh but I'm sleepy an' comfy as fuck now.
Feel a sorta wet spot under me, not much. Don't think I came, jus'...jus' felt good, alla it. I groan an feel the ache, feels so fuckin' nice. Toasty. Long fuckin' time since I could take the time ta feel nice. Longer since somebody made me feel nice. Longer like forever.
Johns pillows 'is head on my back, strokes my side. He tries ta move 'is other hand an' it's kinda annoyin', makin' the bed move.
"Move your fuckin' head," he says, frustrated, an' I raise up only ta have him slide 'is arm along mine. I lower back down an' it's comfy. He wiggles 'is hips a bit an' groans, an' I gasp, wiggle back, feel a little warm an' sticky. Fuck, this feels so fuckin' good.
His head's back on me, an' my eyes are gettin' heavy. I wonder what'd happen if he stayed here, an' we both woke up hard. Wonder if we could just start fuckin' like we never stopped. Just open our eyes an' fuck. Fuck till we set the fuckin' bed on fire.
I'm fallin' asleep. Kinda throbbin' around 'im but it feels good, ain't uncomfortable, 's good. He feels good.
"You feel good, Johns," I say before I realize it, an' I feel my cheeks heat somethin' fierce, but he's flat out on my back, shirt on, still buried balls-deep in my ass.
Snorin'.
