Halloween in Space E-Book

Bealevon Nolan

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Even on a family space cruiser tradition has to be followed and Halloween is an important day.

Therefore the offspring of the owners have their plans.

So have their parents…

Warning: The story is sexually explicit and intended for adult readers.

Trigger warnings: Foot fetish, implied mpreg

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Bealevon Nolan

Halloween in Space

To all refugees, coming to a foreign land. May somebody give you a helping hand.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Halloween in Space

Bealevon Nolan

Copyright 2016 Bealevon Nolan

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Determined

Other Works by Bealevon Nolan

About the Author

Chapter 1

Sam held his index finger into the metal bowl of the sonic wash hand basin. This triple-damned body paint stuck like glue. He peered closer. No, worse than glue. After a resigned look at his hands, he took them out of the basin and picked up a microfiber towel. Without looking at the mess, he smeared the paint into the formerly pristine cloth. Shrugging, he added it to the washer load.

Which reminded him of the blinking red light on the diaper wash machine and he gnashed his teeth.

If I ever lay my hands on the salesman again…This is the third time we’ll need a mechanic.

With a frown, he stuffed the towel into the duct leading to the service level on the space cruiser. Sam took a look around, noticing the mess of clothes and toys on the floor, in the bed and on the diaper changing table. Today was Halloween and the nanny and most of staff had a day off—it showed. Torn between tidying up the whole room and leaving, he threw everything not made out of cloth out of the cot into one of the huge rectangular drawers and kicked the overflowing piece of furniture back into its hole in the wall.

With a slight guilty conscience, he stepped out of his youngest son’s nursery and walked quickly through the corridor to the master bedchamber. No time for a fully kinky outfit, just a tiny…bait. From the back of the wardrobe Sam picked up his most beloved black leather trousers. The good old piece had seen a lot of action in the past, till nine years ago when a certain redhead had peeled him out of them for the first of many times. Stepping into them in front of the mirror, the reflection showed the anticipatory twinkle in his eyes along with the crow’s feet. The trousers flap had two ways of fastening: one was the lacing on the front, the other patent fasteners. Thankfully, due to his religious use of the fitness room, even the patent fastened cod piece still closed. Rushing, he threw his silk morning robe back on— funny name for a garment he wore all day since they'd become parents— and tied the sash. Hesitating in front of his black leather boots, he instead chose comfortable silk slippers. The teal nail polish on his toes glittered promisingly before he shoved his feet into the shoes. Changing hadn’t taken two minutes before he stormed out of the bedroom again and crossed the hall to the living room.

Rory already sat on the genuine leather sofa, a steaming mug at his elbow, giving the space cruiser’s visual system orders in his deep baritone.

“Find offspring number one. Follow until further notice. Activate sound thirty percent.”

A blur occurred in a square meter about two steps from the couch when the system followed the verbal request. Sam’s eyes lit up at the second steaming mug on his side of the couch.

“I don’t know how you cheated, but next year, you will dress up John Bell!” With a sigh, Sam sank into the plush cushions, making sure his robe covered his legs entirely. Rory MacSimmons's freckled nose scrunched and a massive hand hit his Polo shirt in the vicinity of the heart.

“Dearest, you don’t suggest I, your loving husband, would cheat at pulling the shortest straw?”

Sam’s lips formed a moue. “This is the third time in a row I dressed up our youngest for Halloween.”

An arched eyebrow. “So? You had one kid to prepare, I dressed up the other three.”

After the first sip of his fine cocoa, Sam responded. “The other three are big enough to help and not hinder proceedings. I swear the whole changing station is covered in paint. Which reminds me: the diaper washing machine is only working on the emergency program and needs fixing again.”

Rory groaned and closed his eyes briefly before he muttered, “Good thing none of the guests need the machine on this trip with all passenger kids being four years and up.”

“Mmh-mmh. But we’re the only commercial family space cruiser, and reservations show that on Sirius V, two children under two years are already booked. So contact the company again and give them a swift kick in the butt. And no more excuses! Tell them to bring a replacement; I don’t care for a crappy lemon.”

A warm hand stroked over his robe-clad arm. “Sure, honey, will do. But now let’s sit back and watch our offspring trick-or-treat, all right? It’s Halloween, after all, and we have a day off as well.”

Sam turned and pulled his partner's head forward. “You’re right.” And for the thousandth time, Sam’s lips tingled and sent urgent messages to his abdomen as he kissed Rory. Since he had first locked lips with the masked man at the Fetish Party on Earth, his body lit up like a comet every single time. With a sigh, he sat back in his own seat.

Rory grinned. “Don’t be surprised, the kids reached a solution with the mechanic.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose. “They did?”

“Wait and see…”

Chapter 2

Rory grabbed Sam’s hand while his husband snuggled with his warm cocoa at his side. In front of them, the picture of the space cruiser personnel’s gangway appeared and the blurred picture righted itself in a split second, focusing on eight-year-old Robert. The artificial horns on his blond hair sat center and his sleek black suit with the red tie made him look not so much like a devil but sophisticated. Every time he saw his eldest, Rory’s throat tightened in pure joy. All the efforts and costs had been worth it. When Rory had shared his idea with Sam he had been ecstatic. But upon hearing about the complicated implant of the womb grown from Rory’s own cells plus the amputation of Rory’s lowest pair of ribs to make room for a growing baby, his partner had balked. But Rory had insisted and his understanding Sam, after seeing how much this meant to Rory, supported him. He even reminded him of his injections—pills and hormones necessary to guarantee a full term pregnancy. Yes, it would have been much cheaper to hire a surrogate, but just remembering the first flutter in his abdomen made Rory smile again.

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That afternoon he had managed to herd all three of his older children out of the nursery to their bedroom and distributed the costumes they’d chosen. Six-year-old Thomas Jonathan walked around with an ugly green goblin face mask and four-year-old George Edward wore heavy white paint with red highlights simulating blood around his mouth and impersonated a ghost. Both boys had begun a tussle with their fake weapons when Robert plucked at Rory’s sleeve. Up till then his eldest had been vibrating in cheery anticipation as well, but when his face turned to his father, Rory saw him conflicted.

He gathered his morning robe— having to deal with his kids without his staff always played havoc with his days— then knelt in front of his son and looked into troubled features.

“Papi said I was named after Robert E. Lee and he was a fearless leader of his men.”

“Yes, that’s right— and…?”

His son’s gaze dropped.

“And he said you spoke with the alien about Halloween— but, I don’t wanna go to the machine room this time. Really, Dad!”

Last year’s incident was still clear in Rory’s mind and the fright in his stomach was unforgettable. His three boys— John Bell had been too young— had trick-or-treated all of the staff’s quarters. Nobody had told them that the machine room’s new inhabitant, an alien of the Xsse-trau, didn’t know about the custom. When the kids had knocked on the door and it hadn't opened as fast as the other doors, they’d traipsed inside and—from what Rory had gathered afterward—had crept up to the octopus-like creature, jumping up and shouting “Boo!” Surprised, the Xsse-trau had reached out three of his arms in a natural gesture of defense and the slime-covered, wet ends of his tentacles had connected with the children’s bodies, releasing electrical charges. The kids' cries had shattered the gangway and all of the staff came running to help. Rory wished he’d never see Sam’s face in that particular shade of white again as when they sat with the nurse in the infirmary, tending to the bad burns on the kids' bodies.

Rory took one of Robert’s small hands in his furry one.

“Robby…” A miffed face turned towards him, an addition to his already troubled expression, “err, Robert Edward, you don’t need to worry. Halloween is meant to be fun for everybody. As soon as you collect your goodies, the animator team will start the party. All the passengers kids will be there and a lot of games are planned. Hot witch’s brew and filled skulls will be served— it will be such a blast!” When his son tried to interrupt, Rory hugged his firstborn's lanky frame. “It doesn’t matter if you skip the machine room. Not for us adults, okay?”

A somewhat subdued nod in the crook of his neck. After a hug, Rory held his son’s shoulders at arm’s length and looked him in the eyes.

“But, if you want, you can go to the machine room. After the accident last year, Sam and I searched for an interpreter and we and your teacher Mrs. Long had a long talk with the Xsse-trau, whose name I still cannot pronounce.”

To his immense surprise, Robert rolled his eyes and made a hissing-clicking sound.

“Huh? Where’d you learn that?”

“When Georgie, Tommy and I were confined to the infirmary last year, Mrs. Long came to us after she spoke with the translator and taught us some words. She also told us more about the Xsse-trau to make us understand. How they are filled with electricity and how they can change shape to go through the tiniest cracks and holes.”

“Yep, that’s why they are sought after for maintenance. We are really lucky that— uhm Ssss-krk?—” again a perfectly pronounced hiss-click followed his weak attempt of using the name of his mechanic “—consented to travel with us. He is the exception; most of his race stays on their planet and customers bring their problems to them.”

“Yeah, he is like you and Papi; he likes traveling. Mrs. Long told us he finished with the highest university degree possible and could have taken any job, but he came to us.” Here a proud smile broke through.

“And we are happy to have him. He keeps our ship flying without a hitch. But, due to his race, he cannot understand our spoken words The blueprints of the machine are all digitally translated into his language, that’s no problem. But as he doesn’t have ears or a mouth to communicate he ‘feels’ the sonic waves we humans make with our throats. Imagine that: being in an alien surrounding and not being able to communicate.”

A short pause, then Robert mused, “I guess he is pretty lonely, don’t you?”

Rory scratched his stubbly chin. “Guess so.”

“Did you tell him about Halloween traditions, Dad?”

“Yes, he didn’t understand the background, but when Sam told him about the sweets he got excited. Seems hard candy is the purest way of replenishing energy for him, he can dissolve them slowly in his slime.”

“So he likes sweets as well?”

“He does, but you know most of the sweets are for the guests on board. There is only a small quantity for a certain group of rambunctious boys.”

Rory stroked his hands along his child’s thin arms while Robert’s scrunched up nose indicated heavy thinking.

“How about we take him with us trick-or-treating?”

“You would share your booty with the alien?”

“Well, Mrs. Long said he was quite agitated after last year, and you said Halloween should be fun for everybody.” Earnest green eyes met Rory’s. “And he is all alone, and if we won’t take him, nobody will.” Then, an alarming thought occurred in the boy. “Dad, with John Bell coming along, you’ve taken on more candy than last year, didn’t you?”

Chapter 3

Rory laughed. Typically that was the biggest concern of his ever-hungry brood. Every kilogram carried around on a space-cruiser cost an enormous amount of energy, therefore indulgences like sweets were kept to a minimum. As a result, every trip on planets led to troubled tummies as the kids over-indulged in whatever sweets were available there. In the nursery hung a simplified star map suitable for children, where the kids added their comments to the different stations they’d visited. Alpha Centaurii was renamed “Big candy shop!” — Glacial Perseus to “Great ice cream”. The way kids saw their world, Rory snickered. He looked over to the younger boys.

“Should we ask the Xsse-trau if he wants to come? And how can we prevent you boys from getting hurt?”

His son looked at him in exasperation. “Da-had! He has an eye to see. I’ll draw a comic of him going with us, that’s no problem. And the ends of his tentacles could be insulated somehow.” The boy looked at his brothers. “When we throw together our gloves I am sure he can shapeshift into them.”

Rory looked at his son with growing respect. This was one of those moments he was surprised by the maturity of his first-born. Tommy and Georgie had ceased their tussle and came closer. “Who can thape-thift?” Tommy asked, lisping through his missing front teeth.

“The mechanic, Tommy. Robert suggested you could take him with you trick-or-treating.” Upon the spreading alarm on his younger son’s faces, Rory added quickly, “We would keep his tentacles covered, so he cannot hurt you by accident. Last time, you surprised him.” He nudged his second-oldest in quick succession on the tip of the nose. “Remember when you hit Robert with your baseball bat?”

“Not my ffffault, he thneaked up on me!”

“That’s what I say. You did the same to uhm Sss-krk. It was an accident, and he should not suffer for it. If you can find it in your hearts to forget, I am sure he would, too.”

Tommy made a face.

Georgie, the quiet one, tilted his head and asked the all-important question, “Why should we take him?”

Robert explained. “He is all alone on board and always in the engine room. No friends and nothing to do but work. Uh— imagine studying all day with Mrs. Long, no meals, no games, no movies. And Dad said he likes sweets as well.” The eldest looked into the faces of his siblings while Rory stayed quiet. This was something the kids should decide on their own.

“All day working?”

“No gameth and no muthic or thweetth?” Tommy’s face grew indignant. “That’th terrible!”

Robert came to the point. “So we ask him, okay?”

“Hmmm,” Tommy mused, “do you thtill remember Mrth. Long’th lethon?”

Georgie asked, “About Sss-krk?” Rory’s eyebrows kicked up. It looked like each and every one of his offspring had no problem pronouncing the hissing-clicking sound.

“Yeth. Thee told uth about hith thpeech. I remember ‘Yeth’ wath ‘Krrr’.”

“Right,” Robert added, “and it means ‘good’ as well.”

“And ‘forward’”, Georgie added to everybody’s surprise.

“You remember that?” Robert’s gaze switched between his younger brothers. “And ‘no’ was ‘Szzss’— or ‘Zszz’?”

“Zszz”, came promptly from Georgie.

“Okay, so it’s agreed, we ask him to go with us. I’ll make the comic, so he knows we're inviting him to come along. Tommy, you go and find the gloves we got for our visit to Venus Four, you know, the silicone ones?”

“And me?” Georgie jumped up and down.

Rory held his breath. Would Robert find something for the four-year-old as well, or would he have to intervene in a crisis?

“Uhm, he’ll need a nice bag for his treats as well. Georgie, run to the schoolroom, there should be a Halloween bucket with LED lights around the top on Mrs. Long’s desk; bring it.”

Georgie nodded, but Tommy suddenly shook his head. “It won’t work, the The-trau cannot walk, he ith too thlow with hith gliding on thlime.”

Rory stood up and put his hands in his hips. “Damn! I forgot!”

Three voices raised in a chorus, “Dad-dy! Language!”

His cheeks grew warm. “Yeah, sorry. But you’re right, Tommy. You cannot carry him; that would be embarrassing for him and dangerous for you. And the coaster wagon is in storage.” He huffed. “Da—dread it!”

Tommy looked thoughtfully at Georgie whose mouth’s edges turned dangerously down. “Thorthy, do you remember on Alpha Thentaurii, when we bought that electro-board for you on the market? And when we unwrapped and tried it here it didn’t fly ath fatht ath the one the theller thowed uth?”

Georgie scrunched his forehead. “No. Can’t remember.”

But Robert’s face broke into an appreciative smile. “Good one, Tommy! I tried to work on the mechanics but it would run only at a slow walking pace. That’s exactly what we need now. Georgie, leave the bucket and look in my closet for a red electro-board.”

About ten minutes later, Rory was surrounded by three excited boys, each carrying the necessary items to help an unsuspecting alien celebrate Halloween. He took a look at Robert’s data-sheet and was satisfied with the sequences he'd put together to explain their intent. Georgie returned from his own closet with a knitted orange cap. “I could loan it to Ssss-krk. If he likes it.” He took a critical look at it. “It looks like a pumpkin.”

Rory ruffled through his second-youngest's black hair, stood back and checked the kids' equipment.

“Robert, you got your sheet, the board and a bag? Tommy, gloves? Georgie, you got the cap? Everyone, weapons, bags? Okay then, off you go. Have fun and see you in the morning!”

Chapter 4

The ship’s cameras followed the four boys walking through the gangway. Sam, with Rory’s hand in his, watched on the hovering screen as their sons stopped in front of a double-winged door at the end of the hall.

Surely, they wouldn’t make the same mistake twice?

Sam glanced at Rory who just grinned and squeezed his hand reassuringly. Both watched their masked children press the button next to the door. After last year’s incident, they’d added a kind of vibration gong when the door opened to warn the Xsse-trau of visitors approaching. The two wings vanished into the sides of the walls and Sam held his breath when little John Bell tottered forward. But Robert intercepted his smallest brother and held him back with both hands on the shoulders. The small face with the painted-on pirate badge turned questioningly upwards.

“’andy?”

“Not here, Johnny. We wait for Sss-krk.”

In the red lit machine room, movement became discernible and Sam saw the alien ripple slowly toward the entrance. Its tentacles were reduced to eight, the easiest for getting from one place to another. The pear-shaped head in the middle shone in the semi-darkness, the speckled blue-gray interrupted by a bright spot in the middle. Georgie opened his mouth. “I don’t want him closer.” But Tommy took his hand, “Thteady now, Thorthy. Robbie will thow him what we want.”

Sss-krk ceased his gliding as soon as his near-sighted eye caught on who stood in the door. For a moment nobody moved. Then Robert pulled out his rolled-up data sheet and nodded to Tommy to keep an eye on John Bell before he stepped around his youngest sibling. Sam discerned a short hesitation before Robert walked to the octopus-like alien who was of the same height as Georgie. When Robert got closer, the tentacles got drawn in, as if Sss-krk wanted to prevent another accident on his part as well. His whole body teetered backwards when Robert knelt in front of him and rolled out the transparent acrylic sheet on the floor. A fingertip swished over it and activated the comic strip in an endless loop.

Sam couldn’t hold back his curiosity any longer. “Visual: Zoom in. More… More.” Now he could watch in awe the little Xsse-trau on the sheet putting his tentacles into—was it gloves? Then an orange cap appeared and sank down on its head. At last, what looked like an electro-board popped up and the tiny alien on the sheet jumped on it. The end picture contained four boys like stair steps, walking with the Xsse-trau floating on the board in tow.

“Zoom out.” Sam turned to Rory in disbelief. “Did you do that comic?”

His husband snorted. “Since when do I have the patience for that? No, it was Robert. I get dizzy every time he accesses the database. The way his fingers scurry across the sheet is nothing short of amazing.” He pressed a kiss on Sam’s lips, their mutual stubbles rasping against each other. “Keep your fingers crossed, that Sss-krk understands and plays along. Including the alien in Halloween was the kid’s idea and it would make them so proud if it works.”

Both turned their attention back onto the screen where Robert had returned to John Bell, who uncharacteristically waited without a fuss. Only his thumb found its way into his mouth.

For a long minute nothing happened, then one tentacle appeared slowly from the glistening body on the floor. Growing forward, it reached one corner of the sheet and picked it up in slow motion. Sam approved the measured movement the alien used to pull the object toward its eye. Out of the corner of his eyes, Sam saw Rory bite his lower lip.

In the corridor, Tommy obviously lost his patience and, dragging a reluctant Georgie behind, reached into his orange glittering Halloween bag and retrieved several gloves. Kneeling, he laid them on the ground one after the other until eight different sized silicone mittens made two rows within reach of the alien. Tommy stood up and tried to pull Georgie forward. But his brother refused to be moved, eying the Xsse-trau warily.

“Your tathk, Thorthy.” When Tommy received a blank look, he nudged his chin toward the sack Georgie carried over his shoulder. Quickly George opened the string and pulled out his orange knitted cap. His small hands kneaded the material, his hesitation to get closer to the alien unmistakable.

Robert encouraged his sibling, “Come on, he won’t hurt you.”

Right then, Sss-krk let the sheet sink and took a look in front of him. With a brisk move, Georgie threw his cap next to the gloves on the ground. The sudden motion startled the alien and he retracted his tentacle lickety-split. “Hey!” Roberts faced turned indignant to his brother, “Don’t frighten him.” But Georgie already hid behind Tommy, his face petulant. “He moved!” Robert shook his head and pulled the electro board out of his own Halloween bag. He got down on his knees and shoved it slowly in the direction of the alien who fixed his eye toward him. John Bell used Tommy’s lack of attention and moved on his wobbly legs toward the alien again.

“’andy?”

Sam straightened his spine in alarm, ready to run out of the room, but Rory stroked his thigh.

Both parents watched how Robert intercepted his youngest brother, sat back, crossed his legs and drew John Bell onto his lap. “We wait for Sss-krk, Johnnie.”

Next to Sam, Rory’s pent-up breath released. On the screen they watched the Xsse-trau release several tentacles creeping to the things laying before him. He carefully touched the different objects, then examined them more thoroughly.

Georgie piped up. “Wanna go now!”

Right then, Sss-krk worked the tip of one tentacle into the smallest silicone glove and morphed his shape, filling the five fingers. He lifted the spread ‘hand’ and waved it carefully, ostensibly to check out his first use of clothes. Watching this, John Bell broke into a smile and waved back. The alien made a short pause, then waved again and John Bell giggled and waved back with both hands. Sss-krk pushed more limbs out of his body and filled the other seven gloves without any problem. Other tentacles picked up the orange cap and stretched the pliable material this way and that before they lifted the cap over the alien’s body and let it drop on the top of the head.

Rory snorted with laughter at the sight and even Sam couldn’t help a grin despite his tension.

Next, about half a dozen tentacles analyzed the electric board and in the blink of an eye the toy hummed and hovered about four inches in the air. A second later Sss-krk cut off the energy on the board and pulled it on the ground in front of him. With all the gloved hands waving in the air, the alien moved his body onto the children’s toy and held tight on the slat with several tiny appendages he grew out of his frame all around. Igniting the motor again, the alien moved forward at glacial speed. Robert nodded in encouragement and picked up John Bell, scrambled up on his legs and said in an authoritative tone, “Let’s go!”

The four boys walked along the corridor to the staff's bedchambers and waited for Sss-krk to pull up. Standing in a half circle around, Robert knocked. When two of the chambermaids opened, the three bigger boys intoned:

“Witches, ghosts, and goblins.

Stealing down the street,

Knock on every doorway,

Trick or treat!

When your door is opened,

This is what you meet,

Scary creatures shouting,

Trick or treat!”

The last line was shouted, even from John Bell. The two young women laughed and clapped. Three pairs of hands held out orange twinkling bags and each of them got some candy.

Sam looked with a wobbly smile at his husband and opened his mouth, but got a nudge of Rory’s elbow and followed his gaze back to the screen.

Robert, Tommy and Georgie already turned to the next door while Sss-krk waited to bring up the rear. But John Bell wriggled out of Robert's hands and hot-footed back to the still open door. As he turned his pudgy hands upward to the two women, he lost his balance. But before he could face-plant, four gloved tentacles gripped the boy’s pirate vest and held him upright. Unconcerned who saved him and with the single-mindedness only a child has, John Bell showed his front teeth in a dazzling smile and asked, “’andy, pweez?” Both women broke out in renewed laughter and one put one wrapped up hard candy in each tiny hand. “Thnx!” John Bell turned around and promptly held out one of the sweets to Sss-krk. Three of the four covered tentacles returned to rest on the electric board, but the last one delicately reached out to the sweet and plucked it out of the chubby fingers.

A glance to his left showed Sam that Rory was frozen in the same position as he: ready to hurl himself from the couch to rescue their youngest. Both released their pent-up breaths with hissing sounds and relaxed back into the cushions.

Chapter 5

“Good Lord! These kids will be the death of me.” Sam reached for his mug with a trembling hand. On the screen, their children sang to the next appreciative couple of staff. This time, not only did the bags get their tribute, but John Bell and Sss-krk received a treat as well. When nothing disturbing happened within the next two raids, Rory ordered the ship’s system to stop the broadcast and retreat the screen. When blessed silence spread in the living room, he reached over and plucked the empty mug out of Sam’s hand, avoiding his gaze.

Sam’s eyebrow climbed up while his partner got up and placed the crockery on the shelf next to the door. Although Rory tried to be inconspicuous, Sam saw the hand move over the pad, locking the door, and he grinned. Quickly, he released the knot of his silk robe and spread the material around him on the couch, revealing his leather trousers and bare chest. He kicked off his slippers and propped one well-manicured foot on the seat, resting his wrist on the bent knee. Rory still fiddled with the dirty dishes before he remarked to the wall in front of him, striving for a casual tone, “Uhm, speaking of kids…”

Knowing they would have a free evening and that the door was locked, Sam allowed his eyes to feast on his husband’s broad shoulders under the wavy long red mane. His upper body tapered down to delightful tight buns, currently hidden by Rory’s robe. Sam licked his lips in anticipation. At that moment, Rory turned around, noticing his lover’s half-revealed body framed by the colorful paisley silk. “Oh. My. God!” Then he took in Sam’s shit-eating grin and he blushed. “You knew!” he accused his husband of eight years.

Sam chuckled. “Yes, I saw you using the hormone shots three weeks ago. And the answer is yes!”

Rory’s tightened features relaxed. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted another one, but prepared for tonight anyway. Nurse assured me the endometrium has built up as well as can be expected and she defrosted and planted fertile eggs in me this morning.”

Sam’s eyes fell to half-mast and he purred. “And I will do my best to impregnate you. Come here, honey.”

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This look.

This sight.

Heart pounding, Rory reached the sofa and knelt in front of the reclining Sam. His eyes roamed over those shapely legs spread out in front of him. He slipped one hand below the knee, the other around the ankle and lifted the lower leg to his face. Breathing deep over the leather-clad shin, his already interested cock twitched, memory connected the odor with hot, hard sex. His hand stroked the calf up and down until he tore away his attention and allowed himself first contact with the main attraction. Tenderly, Rory kissed the arch of Sam’s bare foot, his eyes making contact with his lover’s. The tip of Sam’s tongue left a glistening sheen on his upper lip while their gazes locked.

“Make yourself comfortable, so you can play…” Sam’s voice was pure temptation, rough and low.

Rory placed the foot back onto the cushion, ripped off his own robe and crossed onto the couch clad only in his boxers. Sliding onto the opposite seat, he kept his eyes glued on Sam and ordered the ship’s system in a rough voice. “Sofa right end, sixty degrees.” Immediately the low arm rest lengthened until a solid backrest formed. Rory sighed in comfort as his wide back got support from the memory foam and sorted his legs on the cushions, bracketing Sam’s feet into the junction of Rory’s legs.

At the first close look on the toes in his lap, the blood pooled into his abdomen. Beautiful teal-painted nails shimmered on his beloved's feet. With a moan of surrender, Rory picked Sam’s right foot up and licked over every toe, reveling in the sensuous feeling of the delicate bones under his tongue. He lapped up faint wisps of the ship’s soap, traces of the silk and the flavor of pure Sam. Caressing the sides of the midfoot with his lips, he worked his way to the heel. While he bit it carefully, his prick tented his underwear.

“Hmh, Sam! You are so, so beautiful…” He lowered his hold and admired the perfect paint job on Sam’s toes, kissing each teal toenail. A quick glance to his lover's face and his closed eyes assured him of the pleasure he caused. Returning his attention to his second favorite part of his lover, Rory sucked the digits one after the other.

Slow.

Lovingly.

Caressing and biting into the pads of each foot while his other hand roamed the soft animal skin on his partner’s calf. An appreciating hum reached his ears. Then Sam’s left foot edged in the loose opening of Rory’s boxers and crawled to his throbbing rod. The tender sole made careful contact with his manhood before it rubbed up and down, the big toe nudging his nuts in-between. It was Rory’s turn to hum in appreciation.

Spreading his legs wider, Rory turned Sam’s foot and kissed his way over the soft instep. Every twitch of the long bones under his mouth fanned his flame. Then he returned to the biggest toe, the one with a direct connection to his cock. He swirled his tongue and popped the digit in and out of his mouth. Soon Sam’s moaning and his exquisite movements over Rory’s cock proved to be Rory’s undoing.

“Turn around, babe—I need you.”