Respite - Part 6

Christian opened his eyes and realized that his arm was numb, pinned down by his cousin. Turning carefully so as not to wake Colin, Christian took a moment and observed him. There was a slight smile on his face which made him utterly adorable. He looked so peaceful, a far cry from the grimace earlier when they first tried to have sex.

Somehow the two of them had ended up on the floor. He could only remember bits and pieces of what happened. And whatever he could recall was pleasant, hot even. Christian wondered if he could somehow free his arm without rousing Colin whose head was on Christian's bicep and his chin was in the nook of his elbow and forearm. He straightened his arm as carefully as he could but when he tugged it back Colin stirred.

“Hey...” said Colin turning around and placing his palms on Christian's chest. He smiled even before he opened his eyes.

“Hey sleepyhead.”

“Why are we on the floor?” Colin looked around and scratched the dents the carpet had made on his skin. “How long were we out?”

Christian reached for a button on the nightstand and tapped it. A dim holoscreen appeared with the time. “Twenty minutes, looks like.”

“Can I stay here until my shift starts in an hour?”

“Sure.”

This reminded Christian of their childhood. When they were kids Colin would want to stay over even though his home was just in the next farm. It wasn't until he was in his late teens when Christian figured out why his cousin was so reluctant to go. By that time, he didn't want Colin to leave either. For many years the two would snuggle up next to each other, Colin, his head on Christian's chest, and Christian with his arms around Colin and they would talk, just talk about anything and everything.

“It's safe here,” mumbled Colin finding his way onto Christian's chest again.

Christian kissed his cousin's head, smelling his hair. Colin looked up, smiled and puckered his lips. Christian chuckled and obliged, kissing him on the lips. The quick pecks slowly turned intense and simultaneously, sucking air through their nostrils, they embraced each other, tight. Colin broke the hug and climbed over Christian, grinding his body against his cousin's torso.

“I know you were holding back just now,” whispered Colin while he kissed Christian's neck.

“Holding back?”

“You were worried that you'll hurt me, and you didn't, you know, push it all the way through.”

“Oh? You have eyes down there?”

“I think I remember how big you are,” Colin said coyly and slid lower until his ass was greeted by the tip of Christian's cock. He wiggled his butt until the fleshy head was poised over his hole. Then applying a little pressure, and with the help of the tacky cum residue, Colin's supple anus welcomed back the rigid cock. It pierced and then slid it, just halfway. The cousins locked their gaze. Colin drew a deep breath and took the rest of its length with one quick push. Colin gasped and his mouth stayed open. Looking up at him, Christian couldn't tell if he was hurting or enjoying himself until Colin flashed him big smile.

“I feel whole again.”

“God you're corny.”

“Shhh... don't ruin this.”

Colin sat on his haunches and bounced himself allowing the cock to impale him over and over again. Christian felt his cousin's anal ring relax, enough for his penis slide in and out but without losing its grip on his cockhead.

“I want it all cuz, gimme all of it,” exclaimed the younger man slamming himself down on the hard cock. “Gimme all you've got!” he hissed.

Christian fought the urge to tell him that he needed to lay-off the porn, but he held his tongue. Being snarky wouldn't be helpful now. Instead, he raised his hips slightly off the floor to give his cousin more momentum. He was surprised how hard his cock was and the bumping made him feel as if he was actually going deeper into Colin. However, in spite of the sensation, he knew that he couldn't reach climax in this position.

Christian held Colin by the waist and rolled him to his side. He held one of Colin's legs up and hugged it. With his free hand he brushed past the light tuft of pubes and moved Colin's giant balls out of the way before penetrating him. He plowed his cousin with relish savoring the texture of his anal canal when his cock tunneled through the tight orifice. He hadn't noticed this before but from the tight clenching of his anal muscles, Christian guessed that Colin hadn't had many visitors here for a while. The tight walls pulled back his foreskin; straining and pulling the membrane so taut that there were times Christian thought that his skin would tear and that his frenulum would snap right off from under his cockhead.

“I wanna come inside you cuz.”

“Do it.”

And he did. His second orgasm was significantly stronger than the first, which surprised and delighted him. When he finally pulled his cock out, the aroma of fresh semen permeated the room.

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“I don't understand this,” said Lieutenant Nostir who knelt beside the choking Marcus Landrey. He checked and rechecked the data on his onyx. He was the only medic in the landing party and he felt the pressure to perform turned up a notch.

“What is it?” asked Commander Stone.

“There is no time, he can't breathe, do something!” yelled Lieutenant John Harrow, looking back and forth from the medic to Landrey. “Hang in there buddy!”

Nostir pushed everyone aside. He grabbed Landrey's helmet and before anyone could think to stop him, Nostril pressed the release mechanisms on the sides and pulled the helmet off.

“What the hell are you... are you crazy?” Harrow attempted to grab the helmet from the medic.

“Wait! Just look!” Nostir said.

Landrey's fight to breathe ebbed and the terrified look on on his face was gone. The coughing eased and he started to breath normally.

“What happened?” asked Stone who knelt down beside the medic and Harrow.

“Look at this,” Nostir showed the commander the read out. Somehow his lungs can't process the air in his environment suit anymore, the elements he needs in terms of breathable air is in the planet's atmosphere. Look at these readings. He can only breathe the air on this planet.”

“The bite! The sting! It must have been that plant!” It occured to Harrow.

“I don't know how this is happening but according to these scans, Landrey's entire system is being altered, mutated somehow to acclimate to this planet.”

“We need to take him back to the ship,” Harrow said.

“I'm afraid that's not going to work.”

“Nostir is right lieutenant,” Stone said standing up. “We can't simulate the planet air in time. Also, he has been exposed to an alien contaminant. I just can't risk it.”

“What? And leave him here?”

“Calm yourself lieutenant. We will take some tissue samples from Landrey as well as some air samples. We'll analyze it on the ship, perhaps the doctor and the T'aal can help figure out our next course of action. Meanwhile, we can set up a temporary base here and you can stay with Landrey.”

Landrey started to regain consciousness. He groaned and tried to sit up.

“We will send another barge down with some additional help. And perhaps the doctor.”

“What's happening?” asked the groggy Landrey.

“Nothing kid, looks like we're gonna be doing some camping here tonight,” Harrow pat the young trooper on the shoulder.

“Oh my god, where's my helmet?”

“You don't need it now, I'll explain later.”

“Let's get a move on, we'll set up the base over there by the ridge,” said Stone and signaled the landing party at the barge to bring out the necessary supplies. Nostir and Harrow lifted Landrey and they made their way towards the barge.

“How am I able to... I should have been winded or choking by now but -” Landrey said to no one in particular.

“It's okay kid, you'll be fine. I promise,” Harrow lied.


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