Page 74 of Too Many Beds
“Go to bed.”
It takes a bit more bickering, but Andi acquiesces without causing a scene or waking anyone else up. They walk—normally, alas—down the halls back to the sleeping cabin, and Andi ends up the only person who’s escorted him somewhere today who hasn’t touched him at some point during.
Which reminds him.
“Uh, Andi? I was wondering if you’d noticed any… weird endocrinological symptoms since we came aboard.”
Andi tilts their head. “No, why?”
Lucas runs a hand back through his hair, laughing awkwardly. Maybe being as asexual as Andi is, they haven’t noticed the arousing effects of the vastpink mineral. That’s fine. Better they stay not knowing for now. Mostly so they can’t laugh at him. “Just an off feeling. Maybe I caught another stomach bug.”
The look they give Lucas suggests they don’t entirely believe him, but before Andi can subject him to more thorough questioning, a massive yawn cracks their jaw. With a sheepish grin, they open the cabin via the panel next to the door, and Lucas braces himself for the falling sensation when the full artificial gravity kicks in and drags his feet more firmly against the floor. Fortunately he isn’t wearing heavy shoes, and his soft-soled slippers don’t make any noise to disturb the exhausted crew.
Oliver’s bunk is the second from the wall to the right of the doorway, and Andi’s bunk is the farthest to the left.Before they part, Lucas smacks a playful kiss on the back of their hand, smothering a laugh at their disgusted expression before tip-toeing back to bed. Comfortable, he falls back asleep without issue, thankful for Creek’s solution for smothering the aphrodisiac’s effects.
When Lucas awakens, it’s several hours past breakfast, and he discovers himself to be a fucking mess.
No one is in the room, leaving Lucas sweating and feverish for only the stars know how long, until the door opens and someone’s arrival is heralded by the sound of their boots clomping heavily onto the floor at the threshold. The footsteps approach, then the curtain is drawn back, exposing Creek’s trim hips and elegant fingers.
Lucas might desire him more than he’s ever wanted someone else in his life; he’s fairly sure of this. Even without the mineral’s aphrodisiac effects, Lucas took one look at Creek with his stern features and mismatched eyes and knew he wanted to learn more about him. Get closer.
Now he wants to bemuchcloser.
“Lucas,” Creek says quietly, lowering to sit on the edge of the mattress. He presses his wrist to Lucas’s forehead, and the skin-on-skin is sweet enough to make Lucas moan. Creek looks startled and jerks away, but Lucas catches his hand.
“Don’t,” he whispers.
“Don’t what?”
Lucas swallows hard, squirms on the bed. Adjusts his fingers so they’re interlaced with Creek’s. “Leave. Don’t leave me.”
“The drug shouldn’t have worn off so soon,” Creek murmurs. His blue eye clicks quietly as it dilates in the darkness and his free hand brushes Lucas’s damp auburn bangs out of his eyes. “I can try another?—”
Shaking his head, Lucas says, “I don’t want another shot.”
The tips of Creek’s ears redden. “Then…”
Lucas sits up, weaves his fingers into the long waves of Creek’s high ponytail, and rasps, “You like helping people. Helpme.” Then he kisses him, whimpering at the first brush of Creek’s full, plush lips.
Creek returns the pressure very briefly, then leans back and places his forefinger on Lucas’s lips. Lucas immediately sucks it into his mouth, watching the way Creek’s adam’s apple works when he swallows. “Lucas, that wouldn’t be consensual?—”
He can’t help dropping his head back andlaughing. “Creek, baby, I’ve wanted you since our first glance. It’s been months since another human touched me. Even without sex dust fucking up my endocrine system, I’d be gagging for you.” Maybe he wouldn’t have been so brash about it if he was flirting normally, but Lucas is in a state of desperation so he thinks this level of honesty is warranted.
“Gods,” Creek whispers. “You’re messy.”
Lucas grins, halfway to delirious but thrilled to be so close to getting what he wants. “Messy in a good or bad way?”
Creek thumbs away a drop of sweat that was coursing down the bridge of Lucas’s nose. Then after one more moment of consideration, he pushes his fingers into Lucas’s hair, makes a loose fist, and pulls him in for a searing open-mouthed kiss.
They fumble after that. Lucas is only wearing a sleep shirt and boxers, and the shirt is torn over his head quickly. He doesn’t have the wherewithal to fiddle with the buttons on Creek’s uniform shirt, so he pries his mouth away long enough to fumble the fastenings of his pants open instead. There’s nothing graceful about the way he pulls out Creek’s cock, already hard and leaking after only a few minutes of kissing. Stars know, it’s been even longer since he’s touched another man.
It’s burning hot at the apex of Lucas’s legs, and his thighs are wet where they rub together. Creek sneaks his hand under the waistband of Lucas’s underwear, getting a wide handful ofhis ass. Lucas groans just at the contact, how good it feels. He gives Creek’s cock a long stroke and relishes in the soft noise that elicits.
But he can do better.
Lucas kisses Creek again, quick and hot, then dips to take that long cock to the back of his throat. He attempts to do it in one stroke, but ends up gagging—it doesn’t help being out of practice. Even as Creek is petting his lower back and asking if he’s alright, Lucas tries again with more success.
As Lucas works, bobbing his head in time with his hand, Creek gives in to the pleasure and moans. It must be distracting enough that Lucas doesn’t hear the door opening, and doesn’t notice twin sets of footsteps until it’s too late and Oliver is yelping, “On mybed?!”