Respite - Part 8

Nick Nelson felt a sharp pain on his back. He wanted to cry out but his mouth was covered by Carter Colfax's lips. He tried to back away in a different direction only to bump into more ornaments. It was difficult to stumble into a room, Carter's room, while kissing passionately.

Nick heard more things fall and break when Carter pushed him up against the wall. He fought to find his way to Carter's bed, just to minimize the damage to his quarters. Carter didn't seem to care. Nick felt his strong hands on his waist lifting him up and setting him down on a table. The same determined hands then found their way under the young trooper's uniform and started pulling, tugging, and ripping it.

“Don't you want to do this in the bedroom?” Nick managed to say when Carter moved the kissing to his neck.

Carter responded with a grunt. Nick felt a hand shoved between his legs and seized his balls. It hurt a little but Nick didn't stop him, he just tightened his hold around Carter's neck. He spread his legs and the fingers continued probing his genitals, eager to feel every fold and every hair between his thighs. A lone finger dug into his anus, rubbing the tight ring of muscle that contracted when stimulated. He heard a tear and then more rips, he didn't need to look down to know that his uniform was being destroyed.

Carter lifted Nick from the table without looking away from him. Nick wondered if this was what they called make-up sex.

Carter carried him into the bedroom. Before they reached the bed, Nick made a sudden move. He landed on his feet and as Carter was still finding his balance, Nick kicked his feet out from under him. Carter grabbed onto Nick as he fell. He had the air knocked out of him when the trooper landed on top of him. Carter was thankful they landed on the giant cushion he kept near his bed. Then they both started laughing. Nick hid his face on Carter's chest, his body shaking from the giggles.

“What did you do that for?” asked Carter when he caught his breath.

“To make sure you're doing this for the right reasons.”

Carter cupped Nick's face with both hands and drew him closer. Then he kissed him. Gentler this time. More intimate. More affectionate.

Nick stuck out his tongue and Carter drank from it hungrily. They didn't need to stop their lip-lock to continue stripping the remaining bits of their uniform. Once the two were skin to skin, their body heat permeating the others', Nick pushed himself between Carter's legs.

He had made love enough times with Carter Colfax to know that the man didn't like to get fucked. The very few times Nick's plump penis got in, Carter had made a fuss, if not during then shortly after sex.

Nick positioned himself and pushed his erection up against the opening. He felt the anus pushing back on his cockhead.

“Are you doing this for the right reasons?” asked Nick Nelson again.

“I'm giving myself to you kid, that oughta tell you something.”

“What are you trying to prove?”

“That I'm giving myself to you.”

Nick was moved, he sucked on his own lips and looked at the smiling man under him. They kissed again. Harder this time. More affectionate than before. Nick felt Carter's anus relax and his cock slid into its warm interiors, there was no resistance after that, there was no flinching, only a smile on Carter's face.

Nick fucked him, slowly at first and when the lust began to build his pace quickened. Nick never realized how glorious the silky anus felt wrapped around his cock. He had always been too focused on just getting it in, making Carter submit to him. But it felt different now. He burrowed all the way in and felt the anal walls caress his organ. When he pulled out completely the gaping hole twitched, calling for his cock to return to its embrace.

Nick reached down to find that Carter was hard. This was not common too. He masturbated him and tried to synchronize his movements; matching every dip and withdraw with every pull and push of his hand. They didn't need to check with one other, their bodies jibed, their stimulation matched and when Nick came inside Carter, he felt ropes of cum spurt from Carter's cock and landing on his belly.

Their cocks were still sloppy with cum when they walked to the bed. Nick climbed in and went on all fours. He looked over his shoulders to see Carter standing behind him. The lieutenant collected some of the semen on his stomach and smeared it on Nick's anus. He then pushed his cock in.

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The landing barge hovered over the empty plane stirring up a cloud of fine sand. In the vanishing light the vessel was cloaked in silhouette. The shadows on the ground below was disturbed by the pools of light from the bow of the craft as it descended. The barge levitated ten feet from the surface, it extended its landing struts before finally touching down and shrouded itself in a mist of sand.

The doors opened and ten men, armed and snug in their environmental suits, exited the barge. The man in front checked his onyx to confirm the coordinates given to him by the previous landing party. The lights from the craft illuminated every speck of settling debris and the men hand to repeatedly wipe their visors to see. Carefully they approached the area their crewmate was attacked.

They turned on the headlamps on their helmets when they reached the rock pile. It was getting dark fast, and their lamps only allowed them to see a few feet ahead. They slowed down their approach noting the sharp rocks that they had to navigate around. The group, made up of biologists, medics and security personnel climbed the rock that Sergeant Landrey had scaled up a few hours ago. This would have been a quick climb during the day but in the dark, they could go only as fast as the man in front of them moved.

When they reached the top of the flat rock they pointed their lights and their riffles around. There wasn't any vegetation in sight – no bush, no shrub.

There was a slight sound. Rustling. A sound so benign that one would dismiss. That was their mistake.

A tactical officer got off one shot and then silence. In a matter of seconds, all ten men were taken down. When the shock subsided, they were left groaning, hugging the limbs that had just been stung. The pain ebbed eventually and the men struggled to their feet and headed towards the barge.

A few minutes later the craft was airborne and it climbed the planet's atmosphere.

A few thousand kilometers later, the barge turned back and landed once more.

The barge's engines were still going when the doors burst open and the ten men stumbled out of the ship tearing off their helmets and environmental suits, coughing and wheezing violently.

In the darkness, the ten men lay on the ground sucking in as much air as their lungs could fill. For the first few minutes they inhaled the fine dust on the ground, but they didn't care. The relief from being able to breath again was overwhelming.

One of the men flipped himself over. On his back, he could only see an unfamiliar sky sprinkled with stars and constellations he didn't recognize. His view was obscured in intervals by his breath in the air. He turned his head and looked at the unconscious crewman next to him. He felt his body shutting down too. He tried to reach him, but he couldn't move. Before darkness took him, he managed to utter just one word.

“Colin.”

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