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Ely's balls had tightened, a precursor to the explosion he would soon have to have released. Everything of Ely's was Emerson's and vice-versa. He held his lover tight, never wanting to let go.

After an eternity, Emerson parted. "We have all these free hands, don't you know."

Ely smiled. He knew what Emerson was thinking. "You start, I'll follow."

That was all the encouragement, Emerson needed. He was at Ely's genitals, cupping his balls and jerking him off. Ely gasped again. His lover's touch perfect, including plenty of foreskin play, too. Ely followed. Using both of his hands to do the same to Emerson.

Ely knew he wouldn't last long, and sure enough, within a few moments, he climaxed, a cloudy bubble of skin seal stretched out from his bulging head, filled with his cum. But the climax was unlike any Ely had experienced before in his life. With the dildo still a part of him, the climax was mind numbing. He could even say it was earth shattering. He shuddered, every muscle in his body tensed and then released with his ejaculate. His arsehole tightened, and his prostate, stimulated by his own movements along the toy, caused everything below his waist to go numb. Ely couldn't feel anything, not even as his toes curled and he could do nothing else but hang onto Emerson as he came and came. Panting and gasping and letting out little yelps of joy.

"Holy fucking shit!" Ely let out even more gasps, his ecstasy swimming around him even as his cock had delivered the last of his climax into the bubble of skin seal. He knew his cheeks were flushed, but he was also sure his face had screwed up as well. "That was the most powerful cum shot I've ever delivered."

Emerson kissed him. "I told you."

But Ely didn't waste any time. He continued to work his lover's length, using his fingers to massage his frenulum, run along the rim of his fully engorged head, stroke his length. Soon, Emerson had that look about him. That cheeks flushed, tight faced, glazed eyes, look all men got the moment before they climaxed.

Emerson let out a yell. Only he hadn't applied skin seal. His ejaculate, in great white ribbons, covered both of them. More and more he came, Ely feeling each pulse through the dildo. Emerson embraced Ely when he had finished.

"Ah, shit, I forgot to apply the skin seal. Sorry, Ely."

"Don't worry about it. I enjoyed the feeling, to be honest."

"As long as you don't mind, then I'm cool about it, too. I just hate the thought of cumming on someone without their consent. I don't want you to feel cheap in any way. You're more than that, you're everything to me."

Ely pecked Emerson's cheek. "You don't make me feel cheap in any way. I feel special when I'm with you, that's for sure."

Again they kissed. Letting Emerson's ejaculate, warm and sticky, bind them even more. After another long session of kisses and roving hands, Ely parted and said, "Are we going again?"

Emerson smiled. "We sure are. But this time I want to lie you down and take you myself, Ely. I want you to feel what I have inside you."

Ely's eyes widened and he couldn't help but beam a smile. "If it's half as good as what I just got, you're on. Now do me, and do me good and hard, my beautiful Sonny."

For a moment, Emerson did nothing, and Ely couldn't understand why until he realised that he had to pull the dildo out of himself before anything else could be done. Emerson's facial expression told the story, he had freed himself from the toy's join. No more did Ely feel his presence and he missed that straight away. "That's better. I can move now."

With gentle encouragement from Emerson, Ely came to lie his head upon the pillow. He opened his legs. Emerson, with careful and slow movement, slid the dildo from his arsehole. When the head of the thing was beyond his warmth, Ely gasped. He felt empty, a hole within him. Again his stomach quivered.

"Wow. I never knew a bit of silicone could feel so good," Ely said.

"Wait until we get back to the
Mandrake
and my cabin. I have something there I know you'll love."

"Oh, do tell me now."

Emerson shook his head. "Nope. But I will tell you to keep those beautiful legs of yours open. I love the look of your arse now that it's ready for me. My God, I so want to fill you again, my Ely."

"Now you're talking."

Emerson retracted his foreskin and applied skin seal to his dick. He was hard again, his dick throbbing in time with his pulse. His head was huge, like a beautiful red apple, ripe for the taking. Ely smiled, nervousness creeping up to consume him once more. But he was ready. He was so ready for Emerson it hurt. Which was a turnaround. He had always been a top. Always ploughed the guys he'd been with. Not now.

"Ready?"

Chapter Thirteen

Ely nodded, opening his legs wider, grabbing the back of his knees to keep them there, as receptive as possible for his lover. "Take me, my big beautiful man. I so want you."

Now it was Emerson's turn to smile. He shuffled into position, placing his hands onto Ely's, pushing so that his legs opened even wider. "Good."

Then it happened.

The pressure Ely felt was more intense than when the dildo had been inserted, more forceful. He gasped, closing his eyelids tight as Emerson pushed his hardness into his warmth. A moment of pain shot through Ely as his arsehole stretched to accommodate his lover. Then, that pain was replaced by pleasure, raw and primal, as Emerson's length rubbed his prostate and kept going, deeper and deeper.

Ely opened his eyelids. The sight of Emerson above him, gaining his rhythm, concentrating on the task at hand, was a magnificent one. The man's stomach muscles were more apparent, his nipples once more that fiery red Ely loved.

He gasped, the sensation of movement, the feeling of Emerson's thrusts sent more and more shivers of delight though him. His balls tingled and he grabbed his own dick, jacking himself off, heightening the experience. Ely wanted to cum with Emerson.

Emerson must have had the same idea. He pumped harder and harder, so much so, Ely could see his stomach quiver in time with his movements. More and more Ely gasped, letting out yelps with each forward thrust, as he could feel all of that monster Emerson had between his legs push against his insides.

"Oh, my fuck! My fucking God, I'm not going…going to last…much longer," Ely stammered.

Emerson was sweating, his forehead beaded, his eyes wild with the excitement that consumed him. Ely couldn't blame him, he felt the same.

An inhale of breath later, Ely orgasmed. He knew he wouldn't have lasted long, not with such a wonderful man inside him. Every muscle, fibre and cell of his body, exploded with that climax. He shuddered, ribbons of white lacing over his stomach and chest. Emerson grinned. He shuddered, too, pushing himself in as deep as he could go, gripping Ely's hands with more force, muttering something unrecognisable as he squeezed his eyelids tight.

Ely was consumed. Wave after wave of their climax shook them both, and before he could finish his release, his lover collapsed onto him, his hot lips planting sensual kisses all over his neck and face. Ely gasped again.

Ely embraced his lover, holding him tight. He was hot, his skin a sheen from his efforts. But Ely didn't care. He was immersed in passion as more of the pleasure Emerson had given him coursed through his body as they kissed, their saliva lubricating their passion to an even higher level. Emerson's salt and tang and touch was wonderful, so perfect.

Both groaned, a tangle of legs and roving hands. Emerson stayed within Ely, letting himself go flaccid before he withdrew. Ely couldn't think of anything in his life that had been more perfect. Emerson Sonfield completed him. A man he wouldn't have normally given the time of day to, was now proving beyond any doubt, that he was the best thing in Ely's life. He was glad he had caught Emerson checking out Kale the other day, otherwise he would have never experienced such a sense of completion with someone as wonderful as him. Sure, Ely said the wrong thing at their first attempt at being intimate, but in the end, that made what they did together now all that much sweeter.

Emerson was a man who shared everything with Ely on the deepest level, so much more than any other guy he had been with before. If Ely didn't know any better, he'd say he was falling for Emerson.

After Emerson had cleaned up their new toy and the mess they had made, he snuggled up to Ely, coming under the bedclothes to embrace him. Both were still naked, deciding to sleep in the buff from now on. "Now you know what I experience when I have someone I feel for inside me. It's wonderful, isn't it?"

Ely pecked him on his lips and cheek. "I really can't describe--hey, did you say you feel for me?"

"Sure did. I've always had my eye on you, Ely. You're so handsome and--well, you do it for me. Simple as that."

Ely knew he had to be careful here. It was plain the Emerson was fishing for Ely's thoughts, wanted to be told how handsome and magnificent he was, too. But Ely didn't want to suffer from
foot in mouth
disease again, not when they had come so far together since he had found out that Emerson had forgiven him.

He couldn't say that Emerson wasn't the sort of guy he was attracted to, not at first, anyway. The man's feeling would be hurt. And that was understandable. But Ely couldn't lie either.

Instead, Ely decided to divert the conversation in a subtle way. "You could have said a long time ago that you were attracted to me."

"I was scared." Emerson planted more tender kisses all over Ely. Their lips meeting, followed by the chasing of their tongues.

"You? Scared? What for?"

Emerson came to rest on his elbow, scrunching up the pillow, staring down at Ely with a sultry expression. The want in his eyes clear. "And if you had rejected me, what then?"

Again Ely had to think before he spoke. "Let's not worry about the past. We have our future to look forward to. And I have to say, it's looking pretty damn bright, to me."

Emerson smiled. "You're so sweet."

"Now, kiss me again. I want your taste to linger on my lips as I drift off to sleep in your arms."

Emerson shuffled down so that he was able to hold Ely tight, planting those lips onto him at the same time. After a long moment of being locked in their passion once more, Ely and Emerson parted. He smiled at Emerson before shutting his eyelids. Then a warm and wonderful silence filled the cabin. Ely drifted off, the sound of his lover breathing, the tickle, his touch, all that he remembered.

Commander Okinawa woke them from their slumber. When they had showered, changed and grabbed a bite to eat, Ely led Emerson out of their cabin. The commander was standing at the briefing table in the cockpit.

"Ah, there you are," he began, without looking up from his study, a holopic floating above the table, generated from the portable comm panel the commander had brought on board. "We have a clearer image of the alien object. Would you like to take a moment to study it before you both begin your duties?"

"Sure would, sir," Emerson said, coming so he was next to the man. Ely joined them, too.

From what he could tell, the snowball with the dark patches he had seen in earlier pictures wasn't that at all. It was an eight pointed star-shaped object, as bright as anything Ely had seen that was artificial in nature. Did the thing radiate light, too? No wonder they had been able to see it from so far away. Then again, it was huge.

"Wow," was all Ely could say.

"There's also something else." Commander Okinawa pointed to what Ely could only imagine were other objects orbiting the alien entity. Objects that seemed tiny in comparison, specks of dust against a behemoth. "Right there. And there. I've counted at least a dozen."

"What are they?" Ely asked, forgetting protocol for a moment. "Sir."

Commander Okinawa smiled. "We don't know just yet. We're still too far away. Which reminds me, Cadet Emerson, Cadet Ely, you'll have to take over piloting duties while I give the others their rest rotation. I will be resting, too, as the computer has worked out we'll be arriving at the alien object within the next six to eight hours. I want all of us to be ready. Clear?"

Ely and Emerson saluted. "Yes, sir." They chimed in unison.

"If anything happens, anything at all, come and get me. Understood?"

Again both Ely and Emerson replied in the traditional military way. Emerson had already gone over to relieve Kale, a short conversation between them. Sure, Ely was on an away mission, but because of their longer stay away from the
Mandrake
than expected, he hadn't seen much of Braden and Kale. He missed them, in a funny sort of way.

Hours passed. Ely and Emerson worked in silence, concentrating on the task at hand, making sure the shuttle stayed true on her path. When a routine had been established, and the controls in front of Ely didn't look so foreign any more, he leaned over to Emerson. The first thought that popped into his head, he used to ignite the conversation. "So…what did Kale have to say, anything interesting?"

Emerson smiled. "It's been sort of weird being on six hour, alternate rotations, hasn't it? Especially with only five of us on board."

Ely nodded. "I was only thinking myself not that long ago."

"That is scary."

"It is?" Ely placed his hand onto Emerson's. "Why's that?"

"Because we're thinking like each other now, that's why?" But Emerson laughed with his words. "But if you really want to know, Kale said that we both looked awesome together. He's glad we sorted out our differences."

Now it was Ely's turn to smile. "I agree. We are awesome together--and dare I say it, I really do think--" he cut himself short. Should he tell Emerson about his feelings so soon? What if his response was laughter? Ely swallowed hard, and added, "I mean, I…I think I--"

"You what?" Emerson gave Ely his full attention, turning so he could look him straight in his eyes. That sparkle was there. That wonderful, sexy sparkle. To Ely that was a positive sign.

"I…well….oh, never mind. I'll tell you later, when we're not so deep in work."

Emerson brought his other hand over to Ely's. "It's obviously important what you have to say, you're getting yourself all worked up. Now, just relax and tell me. I won't bite."