A/N I just had to write the 'next day' chapter to this. And it's total smut, so if you don't like that turn away now. (But how could you not.) And i want to say thanks to Merzkykrovvy for the idea to make him not remember, but i did decide to make it Lister instead. Enjoy. And if anyone has any more ideas, i'd love them.
Lister squirmed under the sheet in his bunk, slowly feeling the pounding pain in his head take over his mind. He groaned as he pulled his hand to his forehead to try to take some of the heat from the growing headache. Opening his eyes he saw the sheet over his face with the light glowing through it. He noticed that his sheet was a lot cleaner than usual, and smelt different; he thought he'd told Kryten he doesn't like his bed clean. Rolling on his side to face the wall, he pulled the sheet round his shoulder and opened his eyes trying to will himself to get up.
He looked at the posters stuck on his bunk wall, his first thought was, 'What the smeg has Rimmer put his signs on my wall for.' Before he screamed and fell from the bed, his eyes wide, and mouth dropped open, staring at the bunk in front of him.
"No. What was I doing in his bunk? He's gonna kill me." Lister said pulling himself off the floor and wrapping the sheet round his waist. He went and stood at the mirror and stared at his reflection. He felt like he was forgetting something important, something big, but just couldn't quite see it.
Running the water he splashed his face and wondered how he got in Rimmer's bed in the first place. Another splash to his face, and it hit him, the scene of him sat next to Rimmer when he had kissed him. His face shot back to the mirror like his reflection might give him and answer and say 'Nah, I'm just kiddin' man." Instead he just saw his own shocked and slightly scared image.
"It didn't happen." He said to his reflection. "Of course it didn't happen." And then the image of him pushing Rimmer down on his bunk and forcing his way between his legs entered his mind.
"No! No! No! That didn't happen; it's just a weird dream." Again the feeling of Rimmer's body hot and sweaty under his, moving with his own, came into his mind.
He grabbed the towel and dried his face, then leant into the mirror searching his eyes for… anything.
"Ohh smeg… I did… We did… I slept with Rimmer." He whispered to himself.
How did it happen, how did he let this happen? Lister had had his fair share of drunken mistakes, but this. He looked back at the mirror, "It didn't mean anything. I don't even remember it. It's just a one-time thing." He whispered to his image, and was not convincing himself at all.
"Smeg!" He said turning to sit at the table, he pushed his face into his hands and couldn't believe what his mind was saying. Was he actually admitting he liked it? He had sex with Arnold 'smeg for brains' Rimmer, and actually enjoyed it.
But he definitely wouldn't do it again. No way. Not a chance in hell… Would he?
"No!" he said out loud, "No way."
At that moment Cat walked through the door way. "How's the head, bud?" He asked while grabbing some milk from the fridge.
"Cat! Where have you been?" Lister said as Cat stood behind the other chair.
"I was in the cargo decks searching for weevils. Why? And what's wrong with your face, you look like you've just seen Goal Post Head naked."
Lister decided to ignore the irony of what Cat had just said, "Nothing. Nothing's wrong with my face. I'm just tired and hung-over."
"Whatever. Alphabet head said the same thing." Cat said moving to leave.
"Where did you see Rimmer?" Lister asked trying to act casual, "Not that I care, or anything."
"He's in the drive room, shouting at the scutters. He seems a lot more annoying than usual." Cat said leaving the room.
Lister sat back in his chair, Rimmer must be anxious, and he had left here this morning without waking him. He had no idea what to do next. What could he say? What was he going to do?
Rimmer was sat in the drive room staring at blank screens. He had been sat here for two hours pretending he was busy, staring at the monitors that were showing nothing but stars. He was actually hoping for a meteor or alien attack just so he didn't have to think.
When he woke up this morning, he had turned his head and noticed Lister draped over him, legs entwined with his, and completely naked. He had to hold back a surprised scream as he pulled himself from his arms, hoping not to wake him. If there was one thing Rimmer didn't like, that was confrontation, so he sneakily got dressed and left. He didn't have a plan; he was just hoping maybe it would all go away if he hid long enough.
He sighed at the screens, thinking the situation over in his mind. What was he thinking kissing Lister, of course he would pounce on him, he hadn't had any real human contact in over 3 million years, he would have shagged to bathroom matt if it kissed him first.
The worst thing about this was he knew Lister would be in here any minute, to tell him what a massive regret it was, and how it will never happen again. And he knew he would agree with him, and they would pretend like it was all nothing and never happened, all the time wishing he could just tell him the truth.
He thought in his head what he wished he could say, he would grab him, and tell him, 'Dave, what we did last night was amazing, and I know you feel the same way too.'
He scoffed at his own thought, thinking that it sounded like something Ace Rimmer would say. But no, he wasn't Ace and he couldn't say something like that. What could he do?
Lister had pulled on his jeans and t-shirt and decided he was going to get it over, with and just tell Rimmer straight. The sooner he ended this, the sooner they could get back to arguing like normal.
Walking in the drive room he saw Rimmer sat at the console and he felt his heart jump, he definitely didn't think this through.
He coughed to get Rimmer's attention, and he span round, "Listy!" Rimmer said in an unexpected high voice, he coughed and cleared his throat before repeating in a lower tone, "I mean, morning Lister".
"Yeah… Morning." Lister said taking the seat next to his.
They sat for a moment in silence, neither one wanting to say the first word. Lister looked at the screens and asked awkwardly, "Nothing on the radar?"
"No. It's been clear all morning." Rimmer answered barely looking at him.
There was another pause before Lister shook his head and stood up, "Look. Rimmer. What happened with us was ju.."
"I know. I know." Rimmer interrupted, "Just a mistake. I get it." He said still staring at the screens.
Lister scowled at him and replied, "No man. Not a mistake, it was just a… just… y'know."
"I get it, Listy." Rimmer said turning in his chair to face him. This was exactly what he expected. "Just forget it."
Lister looked at the man in front of him; he looked so small and sad. The words that came out of his mouth had no gusto; he could just tell he was hurting. He looked at him feeling almost heartbroken, seeing his sorrowful face. He hated making him feel like that.
Rimmer looked up to see Lister staring at him like he had just seen a puppy get kicked. It confused him; Lister had stopped talking and was just staring at him. Why?
He looked into is eyes and saw something he didn't expect to see. He saw the look he saw last night, right before he kissed him.
Seeing that in his eyes, he wanted to kiss him again, but he was feeling a lot less brave now the alcohol had left his system. Instead he looked at the door and wondered how fast he could run out to star bug, and to the nearest planetoid. He looked back at Lister's face, and it had changed, it was almost like he was asking for him without having to say it out loud.
Rimmer took a deep breath and said, 'Ohh, what the hell", just before he jumped from his chair and pushed Lister into the wall, slamming his mouth with his own.
He held Lister pinned at the wall by his wrist, with an amazing grip, holding him with a hard kiss. Lister felt Rimmer's body pressed up to his, unyielding and firm. He felt his lips and tongue move deep with his own, like it could be the only thing left to happen between the two of them.
Rimmer didn't know what he was doing, he decided the only thing he could do was use his dominance, and now he was here, he was scared to pull away, scared of what he might see in Lister's eyes.
Soon the demand for air became too much and he had to pull away, letting Lister take in a deep breath as he rested his forehead on his.
Lister stood, pinned, panting, utterly confused and turned on. He had no idea what he was thinking anymore. He had nothing to blame this on, he's completely sober and he still wants it. Even if he couldn't say it out loud, it was like Rimmer was reading it in his eyes, because he was doing everything he wanted.
Rimmer lifted his forehead off his, and slowly opened his eyes to see what Lister may be thinking. He searched his face and saw that he still had that look, but this time he wanted to hear it, he had to hear it, he couldn't go on again thinking Lister would regret it.
"Lister?" He whispered staring into his eyes. He saw him thinking about his answer, so he pressed his lips to his neck, and kissed slowly along his jaw to his ear.
"Lister. Say it." He whispered into his ear, and bit his earlobe, making Lister make a low growling noise.
He had no idea where his burst of confidence had come from, but he had to keep the upper ground, he was going to make him say it.
"Ah… Rimmer, please." Lister said with his eyes closed, through almost gritted teeth.
"Please what?" Rimmer hummed from his neck.
"Oh smeg, Rimmer! Please… I want you." Lister said, surprising himself with his needy voice.
Rimmer smiled against his neck, and moved his kisses down to his collar, while freeing Lister's hands from his death grip.
Lister grabbed onto Rimmer's back, pulling his body closer to him, feeling the rise and fall from his chest. This was something Lister had never experienced before, he had never had someone take control over him like this, and he sure as hell didn't think it would be Rimmer, and he never thought he would enjoy it so much.
He slid his hands under Lister's shirt and brushed over his waist as he pulled it over his head. After dropping it to the floor, he grabbed Lister's head and forced his tongue in his mouth with ferocity, feeling Lister gasp in his mouth, he knew it was surprising him that he could be so forceful. And he wanted to show Lister this side of him; he wanted Lister to know he was someone else under the entire weasel exterior; he wanted him to know that he could be Ace if needed.
"Ahh, Rimmer." Lister said letting his head fall back onto the wall as Rimmer kissed down Lister's chest. He fell to his knees before Lister, and kissed along the seam where Lister's jeans met his stomach, he let his tongue trail a line along this seam, while he pulled open the button on his jeans.
He palmed him through his jeans, hearing Lister groan above him. Pulling open his jeans, he pulled them down to his knees, and was surprised that's all Lister was wearing.
Looking up he saw Lister watching him with his mouth open, waiting for his next move. He ran his hand lightly over his shaft, watching Lister's expression as he did so. He made sure to add barely any pressure, watching the need run over Lister's face.
"Rimmer. Please." Lister said, pleading with him.
"Tell me, Listy." Rimmer said, letting a smile play on his lips, while running his tongue along his bottom lip.
"Mouth… Use your mouth." Lister replied in a breathy voice, if he didn't do something soon he thought he would collapse.
Rimmer gave into him and licked the tip of his head. Holding him at the base he pulled him into his mouth, sucking him as deep as he could, moving back up he moved his hand with his mouth slowly over him, back and forth, licking the underside of his shaft with each stoke.
Lister threw his head back, absorbing the feeling Rimmer was giving him, he placed a hand in Rimmer's hair and twirled one of his curls in his fingers as he moved over him. His breathing was getting ragged, and every time Rimmer brushed his tongue over the tip of him, he shuddered and moaned up to the ceiling.
Rimmer pulled off him to quickly to suck his fingers, before moving back to pulling him into his mouth again. While moving his mouth over him, he started to circle his entrance and open up. Rimmer started to move faster, and sucked him harder into his mouth as he slid the first finger in. He heard Lister gasp, so he moved a hand over his stomach to comfort him, while he added another finger. He pulled his hand back down and pumped him faster, trying to bring him closer to the edge, while feeling him relaxing around his fingers.
Lister could feel the shock waves moving faster through his body and didn't know how he was still standing. Suddenly, Rimmer pulled away from him and stood up. He grabbed the back of Lister's neck and kissed him, before turning him around and pushing him against the wall.
He used his foot to move Lister's legs apart, pulling open his trousers and letting them drop down his thighs. He leant against Lister's body and pressed his cock against his entrance, slowly pushing inside.
Lister leant his head back on Rimmer's shoulder, while using his arms to support his weight against the wall. He scrunched his eyes, and Rimmer kissed his neck while moving slowly in and out of him. He held on to Lister's hips, while moving faster against him, biting on Lister's shoulder, feeling his weight around him and the very new feeling of being in Lister. Lister leant his head forward, resting against the wall, giving Rimmer a better angle to pump faster. Lister started to moan Rimmer's name into the wall, and Rimmer called Lister's name while biting his shoulder every time he felt a wave run through him. Rimmer moved his hand over the front of Lister's crotch and started to pump him, wanting him to come for him.
Lister threw his head back again, not being able to keep still; he moved his hand and grabbed the back of Rimmer's head, holding him on the back of his shoulder. He started to moan louder and he knew he was about to fall, then Rimmer said "Please Dave, ahh… do it", and he came in Rimmer's hand.
Rimmer came right after him, digging his fingers into Lister's hips, and biting his neck.
They both fell towards the wall, panting and exhausted.
Slowly the temperature started to fall, and Rimmer just noticed that Lister was practically naked, so he pulled his jeans back from his calves, and carefully fastened them by reaching around him. Lister didn't even seem to notice, he was still breathing against the wall. Rimmer then turned him around and pressed his body against his; he kissed him, and felt the soft moan come from Lister like his trance had been broken. He felt him smile under his lips and pulled away to look at him.
Lister's eyes were hooded and his mouth was set in a side smile.
"That wasn't a mistake." He said jokingly.
"I should hope not", Rimmer replied kissing him again. He finally felt like he wasn't hiding anything.