BONEBLADES AND BOINKING   By Moonloon
 

"You’re upset." Harper looked over at Tyr who was mooching around Machine shop three in an uncharacteristic slouch.

"I’m not upset; I’m angry," Tyr growled.

"No. When you’re angry you shoot things and call me names. I think you slipped and called me Seamus a few minutes ago. You’re upset."

Tyr just snorted and continued picking at the binding of his left gauntlet.

"Dylan pissed you off, I know that. What else?"

"He took something that didn’t belong to him."

Harper raised his eyebrows. "Dylan? C’mon, Dylan’s the only one around here who isn’t a criminal."

"You’d be surprised boy. I've spent more time around him than you have; he has a devious and manipulative mind hidden behind that idealistic front."

"He can be sneaky sometimes," Harper admitted.

Tyr made a low noise of disgust in the back of his throat.

"So," Harper said, "What did he take that wasn’t his?"

"My most treasured possession."

"Hey, I thought that was me?"

Tyr grinned. "I’m not fool enough to think you belong to me."

"Smart move. So what is it? Apart from that big gun of yours you don’t really have much of value. Not that I was casing your quarters while I was in there or anything but they’re pretty Spartan."

Tyr paused. "Could you override the locks on the storage areas?"

"Probably. As long as Rommie wasn’t keeping a close eye on them. Why?"

"What if she were…distracted?"

Harper’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Tyr, this is sounding very familiar."

"In what way?"

"You, using your relationship with me to get something you want."

Tyr opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again. Harper scowled and turned back to his work. Tyr put his hand on Harper’s shoulder. "Sorry. I wasn’t thinking."

"Yeah, you weren’t."

"You’re right: I’m upset." Tyr stroked one finger up Harper’s neck into the soft little hairs at the back of his neck. Harper shivered.

"Apologising and admitting you’re wrong all in under two minutes. Either you got hit on your head when you were away or you want to get laid." Harper leaned back against Tyr’s chest and breathed in the scent of chain mail, leather and Tyr. A heady combination.

Tyr chuckled. "I’m in need of cheering up."

"You like being morose and brooding: it adds to the general air of menace you want to project," Harper said as Tyr’s arm wrapped around his stomach.

"I’m not trying to menace you."

"No, you’re trying to seduce me."

"Is it working?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you’re easy to seduce."

"That’s me," Harper said with a grin, "Seamus Harper, slut boy."

Tyr dropped his head down to the pale skin behind Harper’s neural port and bit gently. Encouraged by Harper’s moan of approval he slid his hand under Harper’s shirt and stroked the bare skin of his stomach.

Harper tipped his head to the side to give Tyr better access to his neck and pressed back against Tyr’s groin. "I don’t want to break the mood here, but maybe we should move somewhere a little more comfortable?"

"My quarters."

"Mine are closer."

"Mine are cleaner."

Harper wriggled over the growing bulge in Tyr’s pants. "Mine are closer."

Tyr tightened his grip. "Your quarters." Releasing Harper suddenly, Tyr strode towards the door. Turning back to face Harper he said, "Well, are you coming?"

Harper grinned and followed him. "Not yet, but pretty soon I think."

Tyr rolled his eyes and pulled Harper down the corridor. "Is there anything you don’t joke about?"

Harper thought for a moment as they approached his quarters. "Ah…um…can’t think of anything right now but there’s not all that much blood in my brain at the moment." Harper giggled as Tyr almost threw him though the door to his bedroom.

"Harper, this place is a mess." Tyr looked around at the dirty clothes, pieces of broken machinery and empty Sparky cans littering the room.

"So don’t look at it," Harper said. "I bet I can distract you from the surroundings." And he grabbed Tyr’s shirt and pulled him over to the bed.

"I don’t doubt it," Tyr said, taking off his shirt. Harper’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched Tyr strip. "Aren’t you going to undress?" Tyr asked.

Harper’s response was to shed his clothes so quickly he was naked in time to help Tyr off with his pants.

"Y’know Tyr, I love these tight leather pants when they’re on you, but they’re a real nightmare to get off you." Harper was getting in the way as much as helping; but since Harper was groping him as he was undressing Tyr wasn’t going to complain.

Eventually the pants and boots landed on the floor and Tyr and Harper landed on the bed. Harper wriggled until he was on top of Tyr and began to nibble and lick Tyr’s neck. Tyr ran his hands slowly down the skin over Harper’s spine, shifting him slightly so their erections brushed against each other.

"Ohhh, that’s fucking hot," Harper murmured as he ground his hips in a circle.

Tyr growled and Harper found himself pinned to the bed and being enthusiastically kissed: lots of sucking, lip nibbling and tongue. Tyr took the opportunity to thoroughly explore Harper’s body. His hands caressing the soft pale skin beneath him.

Harper wriggled and moaned as Tyr kissed and licked slowly over his chest. Tyr’s hair swept over his sensitive nipples, sending waves of sensual energy through Harper’s body. Tyr slid his hand down to grip Harper’s hard, leaking cock.

"Wait," Harper gasped as Tyr stoked in a firm, fast rhythm.

Tyr’s response was to add a light twist to the upstroke that had Harper panting and flushed at the edge of fulfilment. Harper reached down to Tyr’s cock and mimicked the very effective motions being performed on him.

"God Tyr!" Harper cried as he came. Somehow he managed to continue stroking Tyr’s cock until finally he felt hot Nietzschean cum splashing over his chest. "Oh fuck Tyr, that was over way too fast."

Tyr smiled, "Who says it’s over? I’m just getting started."

"Oh God. I’ve died and gone to horny heaven. What’s next?"

"Shower," Tyr replied.

"Can I have a nap first?" Harper yawned and stretched lazily.

"No." Tyr growled and pulled Harper towards him, biting down gently on one nipple while stroking the curve of his ass.

Harper gasped, "Hey, us mere mortals need some time to recover you know? We can’t all be lean, mean breeding machines like you."

Tyr laughed. "Recover in the shower," he said, pulling Harper to his feet and dragging him into the bathroom.

After some amiable bickering they settled on a water temperature they were both comfortable with and started soaping up. Harper was fascinated by the way the lather streamed down the muscular curves of Tyr’s chest.

"Doesn’t water get in your neural port?" Tyr asked.

"Nah," Harper replied, trailing his slippery fingers over Tyr’s lower stomach and down to the swiftly hardening cock. "There’s a sort of repeller field in there that keeps it dry." Harper grinned down at Tyr’s cock. "Wow, you really are designed to be the ultimate fucking machine aren’t you?"

Tyr grinned and kissed Harper. Parting his lips he sucked on Harper’s tongue as he slid his hands around to cup Harper’s tight little ass, pulling his groin forwards.

Breaking away from the kiss Harper snickered, "I think I’m going to have to do something about that." He nodded at Tyr’s erect state. Dropping to his knees he licked the base of Tyr’s cock, kissing and sucking the dampness from the generous balls in front of him. Tyr groaned and rubbed his cock over Harper’s face. "Impatient." Harper murmured, the tip of his tongue trailing lightly up the underside of Tyr’s cock before circling the head.

Harper looked up at Tyr and flashed a mischievous smile before sucking down hard on Tyr’s twitching hardness.

"God, Harper!" Tyr exclaimed, bucking into Harper’s mouth. Harper used his hands to pull at Tyr’s balls and rub the base of his cock as his mouth slid up and down over the hard heated flesh. Harper used his lips and tongue to good effect, bringing Tyr rapidly to the point of orgasm. As soon as he felt Tyr’s balls tightening and Tyr’s sudden inhalation, Harper pulled back and said, "Cum on my face big guy."

Tyr came. Harper closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of hot cum splashing over his face and chest. Suddenly the shower smelled like Tyr and sex and he felt his own cock responding to the sexual charge in the air.

Tyr was leaning against the wall breathing heavily. He hauled Harper to his feet and kissed him, tasting the cum-splashed lips. "Your turn." He said.

Harper grinned, "Oh yeah…"

Tyr took his time to reach Harper’s cock; he rubbed soap over Harper’s back and kissed a slow, gentle trail down his chest. Finally settling on his knees and sucking just the head of Harper’s cock into his mouth. Harper tried to buck forwards but Tyr’s strong hands held him still. Tyr continued tormenting Harper with soft, teasing touches until Harper started babbling incoherently. Slipping first one and then two soapy fingers into Harper, Tyr then sucked Harper deep into his throat.

"TYRRRRR!" Harper yelled as Tyr’s slippery fingers drove deep into him, pressing on his prostate at the same time that Tyr’s throat clamped down, swallowing him. The sensations were too much for him and he came hard into Tyr’s mouth.

Harper’s knees buckled and he saw stars. When he returned to his senses he was cradled in Tyr’s arms. "Wow! Nice mouth." Harper giggled weakly.

Tyr smiled and dropped his head down to kiss Harper. As he withdrew from the kiss he pulled them both upright and rinsed the soap and cum from their bodies. As he washed away the last of the lather from Harper’s ass he began to caress the smooth, pale skin. Sliding his hands around Harper he nuzzled the soft blonde hairs behind his ear. "Bedtime," Tyr whispered.

"I hope you mean to sleep," Harper murmured tiredly as Tyr stepped out of the shower and grabbed a couple of towels, throwing one to Harper.

"I might let you have a nap…a short nap," Tyr said, drying himself off. "I have some things I have to do, but I’ll be back soon."

Harper wrapped the towel around his waist and wandered back into the bedroom. Falling backwards, he lay sprawled over the bedclothes. "I’m not going anywhere. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to." Harper closed his eyes and started drifting off to sleep.

Tyr chuckled and watched Harper sink into oblivion before pulling on his pants and shirt. He couldn’t wait to get back here and discover how many more times he could get Harper to cum.

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Harper didn’t want to wake up but the sensations running from his nipples to his cock told him that someone was doing something hot to his body and he’d be a fool to miss it. He opened one eye and saw Tyr, naked and leaning over him. Tyr was holding a bottle and dripping the contents onto Harper’s chest. It felt like warm oil of some kind and it tingled where it touched.

"What is that?" Harper asked.

"Spiced nut oil," Tyr replied. "I use it when I cook sometimes. Does it feel nice?" Tyr rubbed the oil into Harper’s skin in slow circles.

Harper felt his nipples tighten, sensual waves slid down his body and he felt himself getting hard again. "I think ‘nice’ is an understatement. That stuff…does things to me."

Tyr grinned, "That’s the spices." He bent over and sucked the oil off first one nipple and then the other, before kissing Harper.

"Mmmm," Harper moaned as his lips burned with Tyr’s kiss. "Do that some more."

"Roll over."

Harper was reluctant to move. He wanted more spicy kisses and to find out what that oil would feel like on his cock. Tyr grabbed his arm and flipped him over.

Tyr responded to Harper’s muttered complaint by trickling a line of oil down the line of his spine. He stopped at the small of Harper’s back and straddled him, keeping most of his weight on his knees. Harper sighed as Tyr kneaded the oil into his back, slowly working his way down.

Harper didn’t think he’d ever been this relaxed in his life: every muscle seemed to have become liquid under Tyr’s fingers. The only thing that kept him from falling back to sleep was the mild tingle of the spices on his skin.

Tyr moved down and started working on Harper’s buttocks, slowly moving closer to the crease. When Tyr’s fingers finally stroked across his puckered opening Harper almost leapt off the bed. It burned!

"Tyr!" Harper said, wriggling to a kneeling position.

Tyr laughed and gripped tightly on Harper’s hips, preventing him from moving. Then he carefully licked the oil from Harper’s crease, before sliding his tongue over the sensitive ring of skin and muscle. Harper groaned as the burning sensation was replaced by the incredible feeling of Tyr’s strong, wet tongue teasing his asshole.

"Oh God, oh God!" Harper whimpered as his cock rapidly filled, seeming to levitate towards his stomach. "Fuck…Tyr…Oh fuck!"

Tyr withdrew his tongue and bit gently down on Harper’s cheek before rubbing his oil-coated lips over Harper’s hole again. Harper gasped but before he could protest Tyr was licking away the oil and plunging his tongue back into the quivering opening. Tyr pushed his tongue deep and hummed.

Harper howled and started babbling, "Fuck me Tyr. Fuck me, please God, would you please fuck me?"

Tyr wiped his hands on the sheets and grabbed the lube he’d laid aside earlier. Stroking it rapidly onto his cock he pulled Harper up against him and bit down on Harper’s neck. Harper yelped, then groaned and he felt himself being stretched open by Tyr’s cock. Tyr thrust and slipped in, running his hand around Harper’s body to cup his balls.

Tyr pushed Harper back to his hands and knees and slid all the way in. Harper relaxed and pushed back against him and they found a good rhythm. Sweat poured from their bodies as they moved together. Tyr released Harper’s balls and began to pump Harper’s hard, twitching cock.

Tyr had planned on building up slowly to prolong the love-making but the tight heat of Harper’s ass and the enthusiastic grunts coming from below him inflamed his desire and he sped up his movements. Harper could feel the build-up as the stimulation of Tyr’s cock scraping across his sweet spot filled his balls. What finally pushed him over was Tyr crying his name as he spilled his seed inside him. Tyr’s hand tightened convulsively and Harper let go, firing his cum over the bed and collapsing.

Tyr, of course, recovered his voice first. "We need another shower now."

Harper laughed weakly, "A bath. I don’t think I can stand up for a shower."

"Hmmm. A bath? A bath could have possibilities," Tyr said.

Harper looked over at Tyr in near horror. "You’re kidding me right? You don’t want to go again do you?"

"You can have another nap first if you need it," Tyr smiled.

"Oh God. You’re going to kill me with sex."

Tyr rolled over and kissed Harper’s shoulder. "Good way to go though."

The End
 

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