| They aren't mine even though I let them have much more
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The usual thanks go to Zion's Starfish for her excellent work beta reading for me. This is (obviously) #5 in a series. Read the others first. They may be PWP but I have a sort of 'story arc' thing going on. It's subtle but it's there. Pouncing on People 5 by Moonloon
Tyr opened the door to his quarters and was surprised by a double handful of naked and enthusiastic blonde. "Anasazi, your ass is mine!" Harper crowed, wrapping his legs tighter around Tyr’s waist. "Ha ha, success at last. I knew you’d think I couldn’t fit through that vent. Surprise Tyr, big, big mistake." "You didn’t surprise me," Tyr said automatically. "Hoo hoo, yes I did." Harper replied, indicating Tyr’s extended bone blades. "Are your bone spurs erect or are you just happy to see me?" "All right I might have been slightly surprised to see you. The ship told me you were in your quarters." "Well maybe if you called her by her name instead of ‘ship’ she might not lie to you." Harper looked at Tyr and frowned. "Are you okay? Beka said something about pirates chasing you guys. You look a little…less Uber than normal." "Don’t call me that." Tyr said, dumping Harper on the bed. "I haven’t had any sleep for the last three days thanks to pirates, odd gravity wells and that piece of space junk Captain Valentine is so fond of." Harper narrowed his eyes. "You aren’t going to weasel your way out of our deal. You were the one that said there were no rules. So what if I took advantage of you in a weakened state. I still caught you." "That’s a very Nietzschean sentiment." Tyr said, slightly amused. "Oh God, shoot me now." Harper said with a big grin on his face. "So are you going to get naked now or what? ‘Cause I’m really looking forward to the show." "I’m going to take a shower," Tyr said as he peeled off his chain mail, "The showers in the Maru leave a lot to be desired." "Yeah, you can say that again. So can I scrub your back? There’s a lot of you to cover and you probably could use some help." Harper ogled Tyr in undisguised lust as the leather pants landed on the floor. Even exhausted, Tyr sans clothing was mighty impressive: all smooth, dark skin and rippling muscles. Harper felt his body reacting to Tyr’s presence in a predictable manner. One of Tyr’s non-committal grunts was all the answer Harper got. Harper naturally took this for a yes and followed Tyr into the bathroom. Getting into Tyr’s room had been tricky: the door was rigged to notify Tyr if anyone went in and since the control was in the room Harper hadn’t been able to reprogram it without triggering it. The main air vent was similarly rigged. What Tyr hadn’t anticipated was Harper spending two hours squeezing through the conduits which held the electrical cables and getting in through a panel which was not much more that a square foot across. Harper figured he could probably use a shower too. Harper stepped into the shower and smiled at the smell of the spicy soap Tyr used. God, even his soap is sexy. Tyr apparently liked his shower quite a bit cooler than Harper did. Harper wasn’t bothered; it was going to take more than some cool water to dampen his enthusiasm. Liquid nitrogen might do it, Harper thought. Then again, maybe not. Harper’s jaw dropped at the sight of Tyr soaped up, lather running down his chest and across his stomach. "Well come in if you’re coming in and shut the door behind you." Tyr said. Harper’s jaw snapped shut. "Okay." Harper realised he’d missed Tyr during the last week. It wasn't just the excitement of never knowing when Tyr would appear and fuck him senseless; it was just being with him. The night he’d slept in Tyr’s bed kept coming into his mind. He’d slept great and sex really was the best way to start a day. "I believe you said something about scrubbing my back." Tyr said, handing Harper a sponge. Harper didn’t think it was possible to get even more turned on than he already was but getting wet and soapy with Tyr definitely brought the term ‘hard as a rock’ to mind. He smoothed the sponge down Tyr’s back and over his ass, relishing the feel of Tyr’s surprisingly soft skin. Gliding his fingers over Tyr's back, Harper could feel hard muscles under the skin. There was a feeling of controlled power about Tyr that never failed to facinate Harper and get him hard. Harper was aware that Tyr was tired and probably not really in the mood but if he didn’t get off soon he was going to start screaming. Tyr turned around and saw the state Harper was in. His mouth quirked and he reached down to squeeze Harper’s cock. Harper groaned and then came with a shout as Tyr rubbed his thumb over the head. "Shit Tyr! I had other plans for that." Harper said weakly as he slid down the wall. "I know but I want to enjoy your plans too and I’m much too tired now." Tyr stepped out of the shower and left Harper to rinse himself off. By the time Harper had pulled himself together and wandered back into the bedroom Tyr was fast asleep on the bed. "Oh well," said Harper. "I can always pounce on him again in the morning." And he curled up on the bed beside Tyr, wriggling until he was under Tyr's arm. The End |