ISS3: Contact 5 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
John Edwards heard the door open and close, but didn’t look up yet.
“Eagle, how close are you to completing the electromagnetic pulse device?”
“Oh I finished that an hour ago. Now I’m working on hand to hand weaponry for you and Alexander, in case they put up a fight when you try to set it off.” Eagle replied. “Come see.”
It was only when they moved closer that Eagle realized there were three of them. Rick, the Captain, Knut, and Ethan.
“Where’s the Doc?”
“He just gave me an examination, I expect he’s in the med lab writing up the report.” Knut answered smoothly.
“What kind of hand to hand weaponry?” Rick asked, moving closer.
“They’re a kind of beam emitter that would disrupt the nanites’ swarm mentality by sending out a static wave.” John said, holding up a silver cylinder with several buttons on it. “It would effectively dissolve the swarm’s shape. They could eventually reform, but it’s good for about three minutes at least. And that’s enough to get away.”
“Have you tested them? How many of these do you have?” Ethan asked, leaning closer.
“I only have the one right here, but I have another almost finished for Alexander on the workbench over there. I haven’t tested them on our nanites yet, but I tried it on a nanite colony that devoured paper, and it worked, so it should work fine. They’re the same model.”
“Good.” Rick said, smiling. Inside, John heated instantly. Rick’s smile had always attracted him to the man. He’d had a secret crush for years, but never done anything about it, on the fear of being rejected, hated, even beaten. Still, he couldn’t help sneaking looks at Rick’s massive biceps, bulging against the fabric of his shirts. Rick always had a heroic physique, even when they were younger. When they were in the service together, he’d even glimpsed him naked, just once, and briefly. But the image of Rick, standing there like a god with perfect muscles and a shaft to match Zeus had fueled many of his quiet masturbation sessions ever since.
But they were friends. And if he wanted to remain friends, that was all they could ever be. Controlling himself, John looked down.
“Something wrong?” Rick asked. Eagle shook his head.
Rick moved closer, until their shoulders were touching. John had to bite his tongue not to sigh at the heat of the contact. The Captain’s skin pressed against him was a sore test for his resolve. Then he began to speak.
“Hey, I’ve known you for how long now? I know when something’s up.”
He lowered his voice even further, down to a low husk. “You can tell me anything, John.”
Eagle breathed in sharply. “It’s private.”
Rick nodded at Knut and Ethan. “Leave. Prepare the shuttle.”
The two younger studs gave each other a glance and a shrug, leaving quietly. When they had gone, Rick opened his mouth to speak.
“I… don’t know how to say this, Rick.”
“So don’t say anything.” The Captain said, instead grabbing the back of John’s head and pulling him in the press his lips against his own.
John stiffened in surprise, and then melted into the Cap’s gorgeously muscular arms. Something else stiffened as well.
The Cap started it, continuing to kiss John fiercely but moving his large hands to slide under John’s shirt, brushing against his skin so tenderly. They broke the kiss only so Rick could lift his shirt over his head, and then Rick’s hot lips were back, and his hands were all over John’s body. John had smooth chest muscles over a flat stomach. Matched with his short black hair and bright blue eyes, John had attracted many a woman over the years. But now the man he’d always wanted was caressing him hungrily, his hand sliding down towards the top of John’s pants.
They finally broke apart again, and John was left breathing heavily.
“Rick, I-”
“I’ve always wanted you, John. And if I don’t make it out of this without being with you at least once…I couldn’t bear it.”
“I was going to say,” John replied, grinning now. “Rick, I want you to fuck me. Good and hard, right here on the lab table. Can’t say I haven’t fantasized about it before.”
Rick’s face lit up with pure joy. “Let’s do it then. I’m ready to go.”
John looked down to Rick’s package and laughed. “That you are.”
Rick hastily shrugged out of his shirt and pushed down his pants. There was no underwear. Revealed once again for John’s eyes was the most perfect cock he’d ever seen. Huge, thick, nine inches long, and hard as titanium. All his. He reached forward cautiously and took hold of the shaft, stroking it gently. Rick groaned as John’s hand closed around his heated meat.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” John said, smiling. Then he slid down to his knees in front of Rick and closed his mouth over the massive knobby head. He heard a sharp intake of breath as Rick grunted above him in pleasure. Delirious with power, John flicked his tongue over the sensitive slit, then around the edge of the cap. He expected to smell sweat or musk, but there was none. He only smelled…clean.
Pushing that thought aside, John proceeded with his wildest fantasy, making love to Rick’s shaft with his mouth. The thick vein on the underside throbbed powerfully with his pulse against John’s questing tongue. Before long, Rick’s impressive length was slick with saliva, and his equally proportioned balls were dripping as well.
“I want you to come in my mouth.” John said eagerly. “Don’t hold back.”
“Well, wait, I’ll do that after we fuck, alright? I’ll spray all over your face, but love, right now I need to be in you so badly.”
John rolled his eyes and laughed. “Alright, bad boy. Lube me up and ravish me.”
Within seconds, John’s pants were off and he found himself on his back on the table, his legs back over his head. Rick kneeled and dove face first into John’s ass.
Soon he could feel the Cap’s tongue pushing against his rosebud hole. John gasped eagerly with each loving stroke of the hot tongue, as well as the feel of Rick’s five o’clock bristles tickling his butt cheeks.
Then Rick’s tongue pushed inside of him suddenly, and John hit his head against the table as he spasmed. Rick came up to check on him.
“Are you alright?”
John was laughing. “Oh my god, do that again.”
So Rick did. He massaged John’s canal for what felt like a long time. Then he finally stood.
“Oh good, we’re getting to the fucking part.”
Rick held up a finger. “Stretching first.”
John leaned up and sucked Rick’s finger into his mouth.
“Hurry up then.”
Rick grinned and inserted the moistened finger into John’s ass, moving it back and forth. John nodded. “Keep it coming.”
Soon they were up to three fingers, and Rick asked. “Are you ready for me?”
“I don’t know if any amount of stretching could prepare someone for that meat monster you’ve got, but I want it in me anyway. Do it. I love you.”
“And I love you.” Rick answered. Taking hold of his meat, he guided himself to John’s entrance.
When he was fully inside, they kissed again. A tear rolled down John’s cheek.
“What’s wrong?” Rick asked.
“Nothing. Now I am complete.” John said.
Grinning, Rick began to slowly move in and out. John’s breathing grew heavy again.
“Ooooh, yes, Rick, fuck, oh you feel so good, so hot, fuck me! OH! YES! RICK!”
Rick didn’t speak but grunted loudly with each long piston thrust into John’s warmth. His hair fell limply around his face, and his perfect chest undulated in the light as his cock penetrated the man on the table. Then he brushed something inside of him and John cried out even louder.
“OH GOD! Fuck that was amazing, do that agai-YES OH FUCK YEAH! I’M SO CLOSE!”
Rick straightened when he heard that and began pumping faster, trying to coax the load out of John, whose eight inches were flopping around wildly in the heat of their passion.
“Oh, Rick, RICK, RIGHT THERE! Right-YES”
John screamed and his balls tightened. Rick pulled out of his ass and knelt down, swiftly taking John’s cock into his mouth. When John came, he filled Rick’s mouth three times. Rick swallowed every drop.
“Oh Rick. That was amazing. I still want to taste your load though.”
Rick shook his head. “I’m afraid I have to disappoint you there, John.”
John sat up, confused, still coming down from the high of his orgasm. “Why not?”
“We are not Rick Dayne. And we regret your decision to oppose us. Just as we regret what must come next.”
John hadn’t even figured out what the swarm was saying when the fist came towards his face and knocked him out cold.
When he woke up, he was in the cramped escape pod. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes, and the world fell into focus, revealing Rick’s face through the only window. His eyes were silver, and he smiled grimly, waving goodbye as he pulled the release hatch. John watched in horror as the escape pod blasted away from the station. His home shrank into the darkness of space as the pod began its return trip to Earth.