[Going to cut for newness just a little bit longer!]
Cernan was doing a walk-through of the ship, checking that all the systems were working, when he noted that one of the storage rooms had gone dark. He checked the wiring first to make sure power was flowing correctly. It was, and all the areas surrounding the storage room were fine. Which meant that someone had cut the lights manually.
Curious now, Cernan poked his head inside. He spotted a figure in the far corner, sitting with their back against the wall. He frowned, squinting into the darkness.
“Carter?”
“Yeah,” the sleep technician responded.
“Are you all right? Why are you sitting here in the dark?”
“I just needed a minute.”
That compelled Cernan to step farther inside. Needing a minute for Carter meant time separated from the crew, where he could be somewhere quiet. Hydroponics and his quarters were his two stables. Choosing somewhere this out of the way set a little alarm in Cernan's brain.
“What's wrong?” he asked in concern.
It was so hard to see Carter's face. What Cernan could make out was the technician hugging his legs to his chest, his head tilted so his cheek was pressed against the wall.
“Nothing,” Carter replied. Cernan made a skeptical noise in his throat. “It's just a migraine,” Carter said.
“Ah.” Cernan experienced those too, sometimes. “I can leave if I'm disturbing you.”
“I don't mind,” Carter assured him.
That made Cernan smile. He moved a little closer, taking a seat on the floor a few feet away from Carter. He assumed the same position and closed his eyes. It wasn't the most comfortable of places, but it was dark and quiet. When he pressed his cheek to the wall, Cernan could feel the slight vibrations of the ship as it moved.
“This is nice,” he commented.
“It's making me feel a lot better,” Carter agreed.
Cernan was glad to hear that. Carter and Simms had worked so hard the past four years watching out for everyone. It was assumed that their main duties would be over once they woke up the crew, but with everyone that happened lately, the crew needed regulated sleep more than ever. It kept them healthy and, in Cernan's case, kept them from overworking themselves.
Though he wasn't so sure it offered the same benefits to the sleep technicians, since they were the ones who had to worry about everyone else.
“You can talk to me, you know,” Cernan offered. “If you ever needed to.”
“For your famous Cernan-isms?” There was a teasing lightness to Carter's voice that lifted Cernan's spirits. He really was feeling better.
“For anything. Simms isn't the only one who cares about you.”
“I know.” There was some shifting around as Carter tried finding a new position. “I just don't want anyone to worry. I've dealt with that enough as a kid.”
Cernan understood now: Carter was open about his past illness and how close he'd come to death. Admitting he felt sick now might bring him unwanted attention.
“Don't worry.” Cernan reached out until his hand touched Carter's shoulder. “I'll keep this between us.”
“Thank you.” There was another shift, and Carter's cheek touched the top of Cernan's hand. “Stay until I feel better?”
Cernan swallowed hard, squeezing Carter's shoulder. He could feel his heart pulsing a little faster, urging him to slide his had around Carter's shoulders and hold him. Cernan didn't know how to unpack that feeling so he set it aside for now.
“Of course,” he agreed. “I'll stay as long as you need.”
A&O: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, AO3 as A& O Completed
The Bases: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine Completed
Biker: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, || Redux, Rpart Two, Rpart Three, Part Four, Part Five || Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five *
Catch (Mer AU): Part One, Part Two, AO3 as Catch of the Day Completed
Cot: Part One, Part Two Completed
Couldn’t Leave You: Pining, Far Away, Couldn’t Leave You Completed
Cozy: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five Completed
Creature: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four Completed
Curse (Beauty & the Beast AU): Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, AO3 as The Cursed One Completed
Defiance: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four Completed
Distractions: Part One, Part Two, Part Three Completed
Dream: Known, Found Completed
Finally: Part One, Part Two Completed
Frog and Prince: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four AO3 as Frog and the Prince Completed
Genie: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six AO3 as Bottled Up Completed
Good Friends: Part One, Part Two, Part Three Completed
Guard: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten Completed
Incubus: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four Completed
Kiss it Better: Part One, Part Two Completed
Lesson: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Completed
Match: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight Completed
Matchmaker: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, AO3 as Zain the Matchmaker Completed
Maternity Ward: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Completed
Mirage: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine Completed
Monstrous: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight Completed
Music Hall: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Completed
Night Watch: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight Completed
Oasis: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four Completed
One and Done: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four Completed
One Bed: Night One, Night Two, Night Three, Night Three Continued, Finale Completed
Out: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven Completed
Partner: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven Completed
Piano Man: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four Completed
Pictures: Side A, Side B Completed
Pleasurable Business: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Completed
Prison: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven AO3 as Behind Bars Completed
Riding: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five Completed
Ride Along: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five Completed
Roommates: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, AO3 as One Door Down Completed
See No Evil: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight AO3 as See No Evil Completed
Scratches: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five Completed
Sketch: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four*
Soulmark: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven Completed
Stay: Part One, Part Two Completed
StripperAU: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Completed
Summer: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five *
Vampire: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, AO3 as Copper and Iron Completed
Visions: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, AO3 as Envisioned Completed
Voice: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five*
Work Out: Part One, Part Two Completed
Wrong Number: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six Completed
This is a collection of mini-series I wrote featuring Jason Kolchek and Salim Othman. It will be updated if I start a new mini-series, if I add on to the ones up here, or if they migrate to AO3. As always, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
So far, Salim was having the best week of his life. He never thought he would be so at ease with another person apart from his son, but then he met Jason. They clicked in a way that felt instantly right, and the more time they spent together, the more Salim discovered he liked about the other man.
Jason's confidence drew him in at first, but now he knew how intuitive the man was, how well he read people and understood what they needed. He had a fierce fighting spirit but also a gentle healing presence. He was very attractive, of course, with those cute freckles and toned body. And he was just fun. The way they teased each other was exciting and energized.
Still, Salim was so nervous when he brought up Saturday again while he and Jason hung out for Thursday's sports night.
“I'll see you on Saturday, right?”
“ 'Course,” Jason nodded. “You'll need your shield. Especially if you plan to come lookin' as good as you did last week.”
“Maybe I should dress down, then,” Salim said with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Wear a silly T-shirt.”
“I donno, there might be guys into silly shirts,” Jason teased back. He was quiet a moment, thumb brushing along Salim's knuckles. “Maybe I should dress down, too. Wear that hoodie again.”
“I happen to like your hoodie,” Salim told him. Jason's lips quirked int a smile. He lifted their joined hands and brushed the lightest of kisses against Salim's fingers.
“It's settled. You wear a silly shirt, I wear a hoodie.”
Salim only nodded, his skin too busy buzzing from the feel of Jason's lips. Jason's eyes flicked to his face, no doubt noting the blush. Salim tried not to move as Jason studied his expression.
Ask me, Salim silently begged him. He would give an honest answer.
“Salim,” Jason spoke up. He leaned in a little, squeezing Salim's hand. “I can hear you thinking.”
“I'm thinking,” Salim responded, leaning in, heart pounding, “of your lips. And how much I would like to kiss you.”
“Oh.” Jason's eyes fluttered, his pale face turning pink. “I'd like that,” he answered in a whisper.
Their joined hands gave him assurance as he closed the rest of the distance, keeping his eyes open long enough to see Jason's drop closed. He touched his mouth to Jason's, taking a moment to flex his lips enough to make it an actual kiss. He gasped in shock at the thrill of contact. How the buzzing sensation lit up his whole body.
Jason's lips softened against his, responding in gentle little pecks that made Salim's heart go wild. It was so sweet: not pushy, not too intense, and it made him almost light-headed with happiness. In other words, exactly what he hoped for their first kiss. When they pulled away, they were both grinning.
“That your first time kissing a man?” Jason asked him.
“Not... technically. But...” Salim lifted his other hand to cradle Jason's cheek. “The first that I was sure I wanted.”
“What about... boyfriends?” Jason bumped his nose against Salim's. “You think you might want one of those?”
“I...” Salim trembled a little. Not out of nerves or fear, but excitement. “I've been looking. And... I hope to find him Saturday. Wearing a hoodie.”
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five
Jason tried to remember that he'd been in Salim's position once. It took a while for him to stop reacting with anger every time he saw an attractive guy. To stop making his crushes hate him just so the hate he had for himself would spread. To be able to stand in front of a room full of veterans and talk about being gay.
It was tough; Jason knew just how fucking tough it was. But damn if he wasn't going a little crazy waiting for Salim to make a move.
Dancing made it better, and worse. Better because he had an excuse to touch Salim. Worse because Salim touched him. Better because they liked each other. Worse because nothing happened yet. Better, because at least now they had each other's phone numbers. A step that made Jason hope.
Jason managed to wait until he got home from the bar before sending Salim a text: had a great time w u tonight
Same, Salim texted back. Will you be my dance partner next week?
Of course!! Going an entire week without seeing Salim did not appeal, though, so Jason added, You go to places outside the bar?
Hahah. Usually just work and home. I walk in the park if the weather is nice.
He paused, trying to think of how fresh-out-of-the-closet Jason would handle this. I like to jog. You want some company?
If you think you can keep up, Salim fired back. Jason laughed, thrilled at the tease.
They agreed to meet up Monday afternoon. Jason put on his jogging gear and waited by one of the park benches, stretching. He caught sight of Salim and grinned. The man was wearing casual walking clothes: a shirt just tight enough on his body to give a good look at all his muscles, and pants. Jason had on a sleeveless shirt and shorts, the material hugging him just as tightly.
“Hey,” Jason greeted, leaning his weight on one leg so his hip would just out, drawing the eye down to his ass. Maybe it was a little mean, but the way Salim was staring, it didn't seem like he minded. “Do me a favor and never wear that shirt in the bar,” Jason said. “I'd have to block guys from you all night.”
Salim's cheeks flushed. “My trusty shield,” he said, trying to sound playful. “I would return the favor,” he said, falling into a steady walking pace by Jason's side. “Fight off any attention you don't want.”
“Like one of those medieval knights? Sword and all?”
“Exactly.” Their eyes met. God, Salim was so damn pretty. Jason had seen him in a few different outfits by now and every one of them made the guy look good. “It's nice seeing you out of the bar,” Salim spoke up. “Though, you're so pale. Aren't you worried you'll get sunburned?”
“It's late afternoon, asshole,” Jason retorted, rolling his eyes. “You better worry about me outpacing you on this walk.”
“I'm not concerned. You're so short, you won't be able to keep up.”
“You've got three inches on me at most!” Jason protested. “And you're a fuckin' tank. You're gonna be too slow!”
Somehow they were walking faster and faster until they were jogging. Jason's heart pumped, some from adrenaline and some from the rush of their banter. Salim's eyes were bright, his lips spread in a wide smile. Jason was loving this side of Salim. More at ease, laughing and teasing.
They looped around the park, making it back to the park bench and sitting to rest and catch their breaths. Jason tapped Salim's knuckles with a finger. He knew holding hands in a public space like this was huge, but he hoped Salim might be ready for it. Salim caught his gaze, then looked down to where Jason's finger was touching his hand.
Salim turned his hand over, locking their fingers together and squeezing. Jason's heart soared as he squeezed back.
The air in the bar suddenly turned stifling, the music scrambling into noise. Salim was sweating so much he let go of Jason's hand. The younger man's face fell a little. He nodded, turning back to his tea.
“I get it. You're not ready for that yet.”
“I am,” Salim corrected. “I just... I don't think I've danced with anyone since my wedding.”
“That's okay.” Jason slid off his stool. “No one here's gonna judge you.”
Salim nodded and followed him onto the makeshift dance floor. Others around them were swaying and bobbing to the beat. It didn't take long for Jason to start swaying, too, rocking from one foot to the other as he wiggled his hips. Salim couldn't help looking at those hips, and then Jason turned to give a view of his ass.
He liked Jason's body. The shape of it, the firm muscles. This was hardly the first time Salim enjoyed looking at another man, yet it felt different. This wasn't a stranger, this was Jason. A man he enjoyed being with and talking to, who made him laugh. The confidence he had only made him more attractive.
“Come on, Salim,” Jason goaded. “Dance with me.”
Salim started imitating Jason's bob-and-sway moves. That earned him a grin and an encouraging nod. He gave a startled twitch as Jason's hands reached for his hips, pulling him closer. He pushed up against Salim's hips, trying to guide him.
“This okay?” Jason asked.
“Yes.” He let Jason move him, the two of them pivoting in a slow circle. Salim tentatively touched the middle of Jason's back. That got a touch of pink to light up Jason's face. Salim touched a cheek, brushing with his thumb. “You have freckles,” he noted.
“Yep.” Jason met his gaze, gently squeezing his hips.
“I like your hoodie,” Salim mentioned, “but aren't you hot wearing it?”
“It's fine. Speakin' of hot.” His fingers brushed up Salim's sides before going back to his hips. “Hey, there, sunshine.” Salim chuckled, rubbing the spot on Jason's back. The song ended but they didn't move away from each other. If anything, Jason tried getting them even closer. “I like you,” he confessed. “Like, I'm interested in you.”
“Oh.” Salim felt his face get hot, his heart skipping a beat.
“Figured I should tell ya now,” Jason explained, shrugging.
Salim admired his boldness. The admission made him so nervous, but also so relieved. “I like you, too,” he responded. He slid his fingers along Jason's jaw, briefly into his hair, then down to wrap around his shoulders. “Dance with me again.”
Jason lit up, and guided him around for another turn.
"distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck” [requested by @smolbeandrabbles]
[Final days of cutting for newness]
Although time was relative when traveling through space, Carter and Simms tried to regulate everyone's hours into Earth-standard time. It took a while for the crew to adjust, but now almost everyone was following along.
There was one notable exception. Carter sighed. He had a good idea where to look.
He headed to the Pod Room and down the ladder. Sure enough, Cernan was busy working on one of the many extra pods they had stored down here. His idea to dismantle them and use what pieces he could for other things was a good one; it just meant a lot of work.
He was so focused on what he was doing he didn't even look up as Carter drew closer. Carter couldn't help himself: he took a moment to stare. There was a fine sheen of sweat on Cernan's neck, the ends of his hair clinging to his forehead. The way his crew uniform hugged his body showed off every muscle in his shoulders and back. He twisted a tool against the pod, and his muscles flexed.
Arousal heated in Carter's body. He pressed his lips together and took a deep breath. He moved a little closer but still Cernan didn't acknowledge him. He was deep in his zone this time. Carter moved up behind him, placing a hand on Cernan's shoulder and leaning in.
“Hey,” he said, pressing his lips against Cernan's neck. Cernan twitched, finally turning to look at him. “It's late,” Carter hinted.
“Oh. Sorry, I got caught up.”
“I noticed.” Carter pressed another kiss to the neck.
“Ah,” Cernan sighed, tilting his head up and to the side. “That feels nice.”
Carter hummed, giving him another kiss. He worked his lips over the expanse of Cernan's throat, parting his lips to taste the heat and sweat of the engineer. He could feel Cernan's shoulder muscle relax. Carter pressed his lips to a spot, sucking the flesh gently. Cernan gasped, throwing his head back until it hit Carter's shoulder.
The heat of arousal burned a little brighter. Carter kissed his way up to Cernan's ear. He was feeling bold. “Come to bed,” he whispered in Cernan's ear.
“Carter.” Cernan's throat bobbed in a swallow. “I'm a mess right now.”
“That's why we have showers,” Carter answered, chuckling against his neck. He liked being this close; it gave him a clear view when Cernan blushed.
“I like you this way,” Cernan confessed.
“I like you well-rested,” Carter retorted.
“I'm confused. Do you want me in the shower or in bed?”
Carter squeezed his hand into Cernan's shoulder and exhaled, letting his breath tickle the man's neck. Cernan finally pushed away from the pod, catching Carter's cheek in a soft kiss.
Carlisle was growing a little more used to coming home to Charlie. It still thrilled him, being able to use a key and let himself in without knocking, but once he was through the door, he was settled. The place was always so warm and cozy, cluttered but in a way that felt good. Charlie was in the living room waiting for him, which was another thrill. They made sure to match each other's schedules as often as possible.
“Hey.” Charlie crossed to greet him, his mustache scratching Carlisle's cheek. “You have a good hunting trip?”
“We didn't find any bears, so Emmett was a little disappointed.”
“Too bad,” Charlie said with a chuckle, stepping back so Carlisle could come a little farther inside the house.
“What did you do today?”
“Busted some kids who vandalized a store window. Gave them community service.”
“This town's lucky to have you,” Carlisle said affectionately.
“Yeah. Well, I was a hellraiser myself once.”
“Hard to imagine,” Carlisle teased. Charlie smiled at him, and the look warmed Carlisle's chest. He reached for the man, pulling him into the living room and leaning in for a kiss. “Hello,” he hummed.
“Hi,” Charlie answered, a hand going in Carlisle's hair as he gave him a kiss back. “You missed some blood.”
“Oh, sorry.” Carlisle tried pulling away, but Charlie's fingers tightened in his hair, tugging him back.
“It's okay. Sometimes I like my meat medium rare.”
Carlisle was spared having to respond to that by another kiss. He sighed against Charlie's mouth, wrapping an arm around the police chief. Most of his attention was on the feel of their mouths moving together, but a part of him listened to Charlie's pulse. The way it quickened when they were close, the skip as Carlisle's fingers trailed up and down his spine.
“So what was it?” Charlie asked when he stopped for air.
“A moose.”
“Yeah?” Charlie's eyes sparkled, his heart thumping its approval. He'd been the one to suggest Carlisle hunt them, after all.
“You were right: they were much fiercer than predators.”
“They usually are.” Charlie nipped his lip, as if to emphasize his point. He was technically the prey between the two of them. “You work up a sweat?” Charlie asked.
“You know I didn't.”
“Too bad.” Charlie stepped out of his hold. “I was going to take a shower.”
“Oh.” Carlisle's skin tingled. If he could, he would blush. “I... should wash up, too.”
Later, when the two of them were running hands over wet skin, all Carlisle could think was, I'm home.
Jason might have put a little more thought into his outfit than usual before heading to the bar. It was a hard balance to strike, wanting to be noticed while also being careful not to scare a guy off. In the end, he settled for a sleeveless shirt in sky blue, and jeans that hugged his ass just enough. He threw on a gray zip-up hoodie over his shirt, checking himself in the mirror one more time before heading out.
The Saturday crowd was already filling up the bar when Jason walked in. Jason stopped to chat with some of the guys he knew. Right now, everyone was just hanging out. The music would kick in later and they would clear the floor for dancing. Jason loved that part. He was always up for a spin, as long as his partner didn't step on his foot.
He spotted Salim making his way through the crowd and grinned. The man turned, spotting him at the same time, and matched Jason's grin. They headed toward each other, meeting in the middle. Jason made a quick assessment of Salim's outfit. His shirt was in dark gold, with lighter yellow stripes. It gave him the appearance of literal sunshine.
“You look great,” Jason complimented.
“Thank you.” Salim's eyes did a brief sweep over Jason. “You look nice, too.”
“Thanks.” Jason allowed a beat of silence before asking, “You wanna get a drink?”
They headed over to the bar and ordered. Jason went with an iced tea mixed with syrup so Salim wouldn't be the only one avoiding alcohol. Salim shot him a surprised but grateful smile before ordering his own choice, a fizzy fruit juice.
“So how was your day yesterday?” Jason asked.
“Mm, a little busy. A lot of schools like taking museum trips on Fridays.”
“You work at a museum? That's pretty cool. I work with veterans.” Jason took a sip of his drink. “Mostly helping them with shit and talking to them. I've got a group that meet with me because they know I'm gay.”
Salim flushed red. “I'm only out to my son,” he confessed. “He's the one who encouraged me to start... coming here.”
“Coming out to family's tough. Sounds like you've got a good kid.” Jason reached out, offering his hand. Salim shot him another grateful look and took it. “And being here is another huge step. You just keep goin' at your own pace, Salim.”
Salim smiled at him, the warmth of his face a perfect match for his shirt. The two went back to their drinks, fingers interlocked. Jason tried hiding his smile around his drink. He couldn't help it; it felt so comfortable sitting here with Salim, holding his hand. Jason wanted so badly to lean in a little, or touch Salim somewhere, but he didn't want to ruin this ease they were sharing.
The music started playing and couples paired off. Salim's hand squeezed Jason's a little tighter.
“You a bad dancer or somethin'?” Jason teased.
“No. Well, ah, I don't really know,” Salim answered, looking sheepish. “I haven't had many opportunities to find out.”
Jason rolled his empty glass between his fingers. He needed to think of how to word this. He squeezed Salim's hand. Not out of fear, but because the warm strength felt so nice.
“What if you had an opportunity tonight?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if...” Jason met his eyes. “What if I asked you to dance?”
Hello!
Thank you so much for writing my first request for Carter/Cernan! 🥰
I wondered if I could request another using a couple of these prompts?
I really like "distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck" and then "caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them".
I can see Carter doing the first one once he's a little more confident in an established relationship, and then Cernan absolutely doing the second as an "okay you asked for it!" retaliation! 😌
(Not sure this warrants anything spicy, but out of these two Cernan is going to be my preference for the Top.🩵💜)
Thank you once again for writing these, they are such incredible work as ever! ❤️
"caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them"
Part One [still cutting out of newness]
Cernan was in a conversation with Cooper and Anders when he saw Carter leave the room. He was rising to his feet before he realized he made the decision to follow.
“Excuse me,” Cernan said to his friends. “I need to check on Carter.”
“Of course,” Cooper nodded. There was something a little too knowing in her smile. Cernan decided to ignore it. On his way out, he stopped to talk with Simms.
“Is Carter all right? I just saw him leave.”
“He's feeling a little upset.” She didn't sound concerned, but it was enough for Cernan to keep walking.
He eventually found Carter squeezed into a corner. The other man looked up when Cernan drew closer, then dropped his gaze. Cernan gently coaxed him into talking about what was bothering him. He wasn't expecting it to be a dare from Simms. The two of them were best friends. Simms wouldn't do anything to hurt Carter.
“What was it?” Cernan wondered.
Carter stared at him, a faint blush rising on his face. That only made him more curious. Was the dare something embarrassing? He wasn't given much time to speculate. Carter reached for him, placing his hand on the back of Cernan's neck to bring him close. Cernan's eyes went wide, realizing what was about to happen seconds before their lips connected.
The kiss sent a shock through his nerves. His heart crashed hard against his ribs. The lips were exactly like the rest of Carter: gentle and careful. Cernan's brain was trying to keep up with the excited sensations that spread from where their mouths met to the rest of his body. All Cernan could do was stand there like a fool as Carter's mouth pressed against his. Carter pulled back just a little, just far enough to adjust the angle for the next kiss.
The wires in Cernan's mind finally connected. Carter was kissing him! He lifted his hand, thumb brushing the heated skin of the man's cheek, and kissed back.
They broke apart, Carter stumbling until his back hit the wall. His expression was wide and panicked.
“Why would she dare that?” Cernan wondered, trying to diffuse the tension. Carter wet his lips, his face now fully red. His eyes shifted to look down the hall before looking back at Cernan. He shifted, as if to move away. Cernan planted a hand on the wall, right by Carter's shoulder. “Carter,” he pressed.
Carter's eyes darted back to his face again. He took a shaky breath, but still didn't answer Cernan's question. Cernan lifted his other hand to box Carter in. He didn't like doing it, but neither did he want Carter to slip away. Not when the rush of their kiss was still in his veins.
“Don't go,” he pleaded.
His eyes dropped to those lips now. Carter's throat bobbed in a nervous swallow. A thought struck Cernan. Simms knew Carter best, knew what buttons to push. It was not unlike Cernan's relationship with Cooper. Was it possible...? His eyes slid up to Carter's flustered face, then down to his lips. They flexed a little under his gaze.
Hoping that was an invitation, Cernan leaned in. His lips were questioning when they touched Carter's. Again, his body lit up from the contact. Carter's lips twitched, and then he was pressing back, leaning into Cernan. The response sent a fresh thrill through him. His hands on the wall were now acting as a brace to keep him upright as he kissed Carter, the brushes of their lips making him tremble and gasp.
“Cernan,” Carter sighed. His hand gripped Cernan's sides, pulling him closer. Cernan willingly came, slipping so his arms were bracing him now.
He knew he could drop his arms, but he was feeling selfish, wanting to keep Carter in this small space they found together.
"heated kisses while tugging on their hair" [requested by @oblivious-troll-main ]
[this will be the last week I cut for game newness!]
Most days, a trip to Hydroponics was all Carter needed to relax and clear his head. Today, it wasn't going to be that easy, and it was all Cernan's fault.
No, it wasn't fair to blame Cernan. It wasn't the man's fault that the crew uniform fit him a little too snugly, showing off the muscles in his shoulders. Or how that same uniform accented the way his broad chest narrowed into an enticing V shape pointing down to his hips.
There was no way Carter was going to be able to clear his mind enough to get rid of that image.
“Hello, Carter,” Cernan greeted him, his smile warm and friendly. “What were you doing today?” Carter blinked out of his distracting thoughts. He didn't have time to answer; Cernan had reached for his hand, turning it over.
Cernan's expression shifted to thoughtful study, then softened to understanding. Carter thought he washed all the dirt off, but some must have clung to his nails. Enough for Cernan to see where he'd been, and to draw conclusions. A part of him wanted to squirm that Cernan knew him so well, but there was another part that felt a thrill for the engineer to notice something so small.
Carter met Cernan's gaze. He could feel his pulse growing faster, pushing him into doing something very risky. To even consider it was not like him, but standing here with Cernan, the engineer's calloused grip holding his hand, those eyes seeing him... Carter took a breath, lifted his other hand up to pull Cernan close, and kissed him.
“Carter...” Cernan sucked in a sharp breath, mouth twitching. He sounded surprised, but not upset. Carter pulled back, a little uncertain. “That,” Cernan said with a faint smile, “was a nice surprise.”
“Really?” Not a reaction he expected.
“I was worried you were feeling stressed,” Cernan explained. He lifted Carter's hand to his lips and kissed the fingers. “I'm glad to be wrong.”
Carter's skin tingled where Cernan's lips made contact, his cheeks burning hot. He had been feeling stressed when he went to Hydroponics, but he wasn't going to say that now. Instead, he drew his hand away from Cernan's mouth to touch his cheek, sliding his hand along the jaw to cup Cernan's face and bring him in for another kiss.
“Better now,” he answered against the man's lips.
His next kiss was a little more firm and bold, his lips parting a little to taste Cernan's mouth. He heard another gasp. Cernan's lips flexed against his, and then Cernan kissed back. Feeling that sent a shiver down Carter's spine.
His hand traveled a little farther, brushing behind Cernan's ear. His fingers weaved through the strands of the man's hair, enjoying the sensation against his skin. Cernan made a soft noise, his lips now holding a hunger in their kisses. Carter let his fingers dig in deeper, brushing against the scalp. This time Cernan's noise was louder.
Carter wanted to dare to be bold. On his next pass through Cernan's hair, he curled his fingers together and tugged on the strands.
“Carter!” Cernan gasped. He was breathless, his accent thickening. His eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed.
“Did... you like that?” Carter asked.
“You're good with your hands,” Cernan answered. He touched Carter's hip, bringing him a little closer. “I know you'll be careful.”
That made Carter hot all over. This time, Cernan was the one pulling him in, his mouth coaxing Carter into something even deeper and more heated. Carter pushed both of his hands into the other man's hair, digging his nails in, pulling just enough.
Cernan's groan vibrated through him. Sometimes it paid to take risks.
I'm back again with more requests if that's okay 😅 I just keep rereading the kissing prompts list and imagining new things!
I'd love to see with Jalim "kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover" or "heated kisses while tugging on their hair" for Cernan and Carter 🫶 (If I can be sold bold as to ask for bottom Salim/Cernan if it goes there 🙈)
Hope I'm not bothering! Just love your work so much 🙌♥️♥️
kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover
Salim lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying not to squirm too much. One hand shifted, curving up around his head to grab the pillow. He was aware how the action stretched his body out a little more, and he swallowed, his cheeks warming in a blush. His heart was already pounding, anticipating the reaction.
The door squeaked open. Salim tilted his head up to look, not wanting to move from his position. Jason had frozen in the doorway, his mouth dropped open as he took in Salim. Salim swallowed and this time allowed himself to squirm, letting his muscles flex and pull for Jason. There was a lot for him to see, as Salim had removed everything except the pair of briefs he bought specifically because they hugged tight to his body.
“Hello, Jason,” he greeted, trying to sound casual. As if it was completely normal for him to be on display like this.
“Hi,” Jason responded, his voice already breathless and husky.
“Are you going to just stand there, jarhead?” Salim challenged. He slid the heel of one foot up the mattress. “There's plenty of room.”
“Uh. Yeah.” Jason stepped in, closing the door behind him.
He moved as if caught in a surreal dream, slow and hesitant, eyes never leaving Salim. When he got to the foot of the bed, Jason started undressing. He tugged his shirt off first, his hands shaking when he reached down for his belt. A flush had spread over his pale face. He kicked away his pants, a hand resting on Salim's knee to steady him as he climbed into bed.
He stopped there, sitting between Salim's spread legs.
“You can come closer,” Salim invited him. He felt a fresh blush rise on his cheeks when he added, “You'll fit.”
“Fucking hell,” Jason breathed out. He crawled forward, planting an arm on either side of Salim's body. He hovered so their faces were inches from each other. “You are the most gorgeous, incredible man. But you know you didn't have to fuckin' seduce me so hard.”
“I like riling you up,” Salim shrugged.
“Asshole,” Jason chided affectionately. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Salim's lips.
The contact made Salim's body sing, his skin already burning. It didn't take long for the kiss to escalate, to mold from soft presses to more heated exchanges. Salim's hands went up into Jason's hair, lips parting, groaning as he felt Jason's tongue taste him.
“Closer,” Salim whispered into his lips, sliding his other leg away to give Jason the perfect place. Jason settled himself there, fitting hip to hip.
“That better, darlin'?”
“Not... yet.” Salim shifted again, closing his legs back together until his thighs were pressed against Jason's body. Creating a tighter space where he would feel every flex of Jason's muscles, every ragged breath he took, every moan vibrating in his chest.
“Hey.” Jason gave him a gentle nip on the lips. “You know I ain't goin' nowhere.”
“I know.” Salim pressed his thighs even tighter against him, nipping back.
“And you're gonna have to let me go to get the lube,” Jason added.
“No, I won't.” Salim slid his hand under the pillow to show Jason the bottle.
“God, I fuckin' love you,” Jason declared. He slid himself closer, between the tight space Salim created with his thighs, pressing a hungry kiss on his lover's mouth. Salim groaned. The feel of Jason's body sliding between his legs sent a thrill through him.
“I love you, too,” Salim answered, petting through Jason's hair as they kissed.
He knew he was going to lose this tight grip he had on Jason, that once his lover got going, Salim's legs would be more of an anchor than a vice. But for right now he had this, and the friction it caused between them. Jason understood the purpose and started rocking back and forth, a perfect imitation of what would come later.
Their tongues got into the rhythm, too. The bed squeaked a little as they moved against each other, Salim's fingers twisting in Jason's hair and his other hand gripping a shoulder. He squeezed his thighs in, shuddering as the vice was actually slipping Jason's underwear down by inches. Heat seared his veins.
“Please,” he begged against Jason's lips.
“Fuck, how am I supposed to...” Jason's thumb hooked into the tight briefs, tugging them. “Salim, I'm gonna have to...”
“Yes, habibi,” Salim answered. He already got what he wanted from his thighs squeezing this tight.
Jason's strong hands pushed Salim's legs apart, tugging Salim's briefs off in the same moment. He lifted the legs up over his head, sliding the material off, flicking it over his shoulder. He wiggled his own off and then he was back, clamped right between Salim's thighs.
“Jason,” Salim purred in approval. He took in lube-slick fingers with a gentle arch of his back. He could be patient for this part as Jason's fingers filled and stretched him.
“Hey.” Jason patted one of his thighs. “Think you can tighten up again, darlin'?”
“I... I can try.”
“Good. I liked how it felt.” Jason was slicking up his cock now. “Like I was fucking you on the outside.”
“That, um... was the idea.”
Jason lined up, the head of his cock rubbing against Salim's entrance. “Then you better hold on tight, Salim, 'cause I'm determined to fuck your whole body.”
It took a lot of effort to not cum right then. Jason's cock pushed in, Salim's thighs clamped hard around his lover, and the two of them rocked together, as close as they could manage.
Despite not understanding what was going on in the basketball game, Salim was having a great time. The whole atmosphere was much less intimidating, like what he might have found at any other bar during a sports night. Jason and his friends ordered food for the whole table to enjoy, with enough options that Salim didn't need to worry about eating anything haram.
And then there was Jason himself, his strong hand holding tight to Salim's. It was comfortable, assuring.
“At least this one makes sense,” Salim commented. “There's a basket, and a ball.”
“Jesus, next you're gonna start bitchin' about the metric system,” Jason complained with a roll of his eyes.
“It's easier,” Salim insisted. “Why must you all insist on making your measurements so overly complicated?”
“Sometimes it's important to be precise when you're measuring things.”
Salim opened his mouth to reply. He caught a spark in Jason's eye, the man fighting a smile. “You're messing with me,” Salim accused him. Jason just smirked, squeezing his hand. Salim chuckled, his face going warm as he looked away. He found he didn't mind being teased. He cleared his throat and looked back at Jason. “Are you going to explain this game to me, or are you going to keep being a brat?”
Jason's eyes sparkled; apparently he enjoyed being teased, too.
Watching couples casually touch each other and kiss made Salim glad he chose to be here. He hoped to find that for himself, to hold a man in his arms and taste lips against his.
“Hey,” Jason nudged him. “I can hear you thinking.”
“They look good together,” Salim said, nodding to a couple who had just celebrated a three-point shot with a kiss.
“Yep,” Jason agreed. After a moment of silence, he asked, “You still lookin' for someone?”
“Yes, but... I don't really know how to go past the 'look' part.”
Jason pursed his lips in thought. “You wanna try comin' on a weekend? Saturday, we get some good music going and dance. It won't be as intense as a club.”
“That's a good suggestion. I'll be sure to come by.” Salim brushed his thumb across Jason's knuckles. “Will you be there?”
“I've got your back,” Jason promised.
Salim's heart swelled with warmth. He was disappointed when the evening came to an end and he had to let go of Jason's hand.
[Cutting for game newness, still. Note for the quote Cernan uses: substitute "Ernest" for "Cernan" and you'll see why I chose it!]
It had been another long, hard day of training. Everyone was chatting, laughing with each other as they made plans to go out for some drinks. Cooper invited Cernan along but he politely declined—he didn't drink. He glanced over at Carter, who was also shying away from the invitations. Cernan went over to him, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.
“What are you up to later?”
“I don't know. I was just thinking to hit the showers and unwind.”
“Did you know that Corinth gave us access to the company pool?” Cernan mentioned. “It's just for us, so it'll be quiet. If you want to unwind, it's a good place to go.”
“A pool... sounds amazing right now,” Carter said with a smile.
“Then we'll go together,” Cernan decided, pleased.
They grabbed their gear and headed out the door. They were just a few steps behind the rest of the crew. Mitchell glanced over his shoulder and spotted them. A smile spread over his face.
“So, the Zen bros are going to hang out tonight?”
“ 'Zen bros'?” Carter echoed, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, you know. Because you're both into meditation and stuff,” Mitchell explained, waving his hand between the two of them. “Thus, Zen bros.” The two exchanged glances. Cernan shrugged his shoulders as if to say, Can't argue with Mitchell logic.
Cernan and Carter entered the pool area, splitting off to change into their swim gear. Cernan found Carter already out with his feet in the water when he emerged. Cernan walked over to join him. The water felt pleasantly cool on his skin.
“Hi there, Zen bro,” Carter greeted with a smile.
“It sounds silly when you say it,” Cernan chuckled. “Though come to think of it, we haven't really talked much about our meditation techniques.”
“Not many people find the subject of horticulture interesting,” Carter shrugged.
“I wouldn't be asking if I didn't want to hear it,” Cernan pointed out. Carter responded with a little smile. It was small, but still lit up his eyes.
“There's an artistry to horticulture,” Carter explained. “It's not just about growing the plant; it's about cultivating it, using careful pruning and weeding to bring out its best qualities. It requires a lot of hard work and patience.”
“You find the beauty in life,” Cernan concluded, “and through you, life finds beauty. It's a wonderful thing.”
“Thank you.” Carter, a little flustered, looked down at where their feet floated in the water. He lifted his eyes back up again and asked, “What about you?”
“I once had aspirations to be an actor,” Cernan confided, “so when I meditate, I think back on the monologues I memorized for my auditions. I concentrate on the words, how the rhythm ebbs and flows, building from the top of the speech to its end.” He cleared his throat and quoted: “ 'Ernest has a strong upright nature. He is the very soul of truth and honor. Disloyalty would be as impossible to him as deception. But even men of the noblest possible moral character are extremely susceptible to the influence of the physical charms of others.'”
“Wow.” Carter's eyes went wide, his smile growing more defined. “That was amazing. We really are 'Zen bros' now.”
“Please don't make that a thing.” Though it made him laugh. Carter's eyes sparkled back at him.
Cernan felt his chest grow warmer, his heart thumping a little harder. His fingers slid along the tiles, inching toward Carter's hand. He caught himself in time and pulled away.
“Let's float,” he suggested, and dropped into the water.
Carter dropped down in the water with him. The two drifted, letting the water carry them. Cernan liked the feeling of Carter close by. It was comfortable, peaceful.
Zen, one might say. Cernan sighed; that name might end up sticking, after all.
I have a request for the 'put your lover down on the bed and worship thier body' mixed with 'kiss thier back' and 'kiss above the waistband'?
Would you mind to do it with Jason and Salim? I just love them both. I personaly like to see Salim as a bottom but I leave it to you.
Thank you ♥
[Using the Healer AU for this! Enjoy the 2k words of smut]
Jason watched Salim drag his feet across the community space, disappearing through the door. Jason drummed his fingers restlessly on the table, counting to five before rising to his feet and going after the man. Just as he thought: Salim was heavily making his way down the hall to his room. Jason hadn't been able to see his face, but just from how he carried himself, it must have been another hard day at work.
Salim went inside, shutting the door behind him. Jason followed, giving the door a tap with his knuckles.
“Hey, it's me,” he said.
“I'm all right,” Salim answered through the door. “I don't need any healing today.”
“How 'bout you let me be the judge of that?” Jason retorted. “Since, you know, it's my job?”
“All right,” Salim agreed with a sigh.
Jason let himself in. Salim had taken off his shoes and was leaning against the back wall of his room. He acknowledged Jason with a half-hearted lift of his fingers. Just from the way he was holding himself, Jason could tell he was nursing bruises.
“Oh, yeah, you look fine,” Jason drawled sarcastically. “Come on, tough guy, let's take a look at that torso.”
“Tough guy,” Salim echoed. He started pulling up his shirt, wincing halfway when he lifted his arms. “You forgot 'old man'.”
“Quit your whining; you ain't old.” Jason stepped in to help, easing the shirt off. Now that the chest was exposed, Jason could see a collection of new bruises blooming along Salim's sides and pecs, with a few old ones fading around his abs.
“What's the prognosis, doctor?” Salim teased.
“Severe case of bad-ass,” Jason answered. He pressed into one of the bruises near Salim's ribs, checking for a break. “It could be terminal. No known cure.”
“Sounds serious.”
Jason hummed, focused on prodding Salim's skin. The man had a great body, no question. Broad chest and shoulders, sturdy build, his weight an asset to him as a bodyguard. Dark chest hair curled between his pecs and formed a line down the center of his torso. Jason didn't mind that this part of his job allowed him an up-close look.
“You'll need some ice for those bruises, but otherwise you're fine,” Jason said.
“So no night out for me,” Salim said. “No one wants to look at a beaten up old man, anyway.”
“Hey. I just told you, you ain't old,” Jason scolded. “Besides, these bruises... They show you're a warrior. Every one of 'em says you made it out of a fight. Don't ever downplay that.” On impulse, Jason leaned in and pressed a swift kiss to a bruise on Salim's pec.
Salim twitched a little against his mouth, but didn't pull away. Jason wet his lips, hands resting on the man's sides. Inside, he was screaming at himself. But on the outside, he was compelled to kiss another bruise. The skin was tender so Jason was gentle, moving his lips across in soft presses.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Ah, I...”
“Lay down,” Jason instructed, fingers brushing up and down the chest hair. “Let me show you how incredible your body is.”
Salim swallowed, turning a little red, but did as he was told, stretching out on his bed. Jason made sure the door was closed and locked before coming over, climbing on top and resuming his kisses over Salim's bruised chest. Salim hissed between his teeth, his fingers pushing into Jason's hair.
“Is... is this part... of your healing?”
“Yep.” Jason ran his hands along the healing bruises dotting Salim's abs. “Healing your self-image. Such firm pecs...” He squeezed into them. “Such a muscular chest...” He prodded, gently massaging. “Such strong abs. And that's just the front of you.”
Salim was speechless, staring up at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. It made Jason wonder when was the last time someone admired Salim. Jason brushed fingers just below the man's ribs. He was more than up to the task.
He worked slowly, making sure every bruise was thoroughly explored with his mouth. He grazed the fresh ones with his tongue, making Salim gasp, his fingers tightening in Jason's hair. He was starting to quiver by the time Jason got down to his abs, his breathing becoming more labored. There were a few bruises just above the waistband of his pants. Jason mouthed the flesh, gliding his tongue against the area, one hand still petting Salim's chest hair and the other teasingly brushing the bit of skin just above the waistband.
“You are so strong,” Jason praised. “And brave. Even though you're getting paid, you still put yourself on the line every day. You deserve to be adored, Salim.”
“Ja... Jason.” Salim's face was blushing brighter, his eyes fluttering.
“Were you hit below the belt?” Jason's mouth hovered over his navel.
“I... I don't... know.”
“Let me just check. I want to be thorough.”
All Salim could manage was a nod. Jason's hands went to his hips, guiding him off the bed so he could draw his pants down, exposing his hips and upper thighs. God, this man's body was fucking gorgeous. The chest hair pointed Jason right down into his underwear, briefs that cradled what looked like a big package. And those thick, hairy thighs... Fuck.
“You look fine,” Jason declared, patting a thigh. “Turn around.”
There weren't so many bruises on Salim's back. Jason took this as a good sign: it meant that whenever Salim got in a fight, he faced it head on. His fingers dug into the firm back muscles as he began kissing along Salim's shoulders and back of his neck. Salim let out a sigh, shifting under the attention. Jason's mouth followed Salim's spine down, his fingers squeezing and kneading as he went.
By the time Jason made it to the waist, Salim was squirming, trying to rise up on his knees.
“What, did you get hurt here, too?” Jason teased. He hooked his fingers into the elastic of Salim's briefs.
“Yes,” Salim panted. “Please.”
“Okay, relax. I'll take care of ya.” He slid the underwear down, fingers spreading out to caress over Salim's ass as it was exposed.
“Look at you,” Jason breathed in awe. “So fuckin' perfect.”
“No, I... I'm...”
“Salim, seriously. You think I'm just sayin' this shit?” He gave the man's ass a generous squeeze. “When I get the ice for your bruises, I'm gonna get some lube and treat your pretty ass right. How's that sound?”
“It... it sounds... thorough,” Salim answered, voice small and shy.
“No one ever did that for ya?” Jason raked his hands up and down Salim's thighs, lifting one leg at a time to remove his pants completely. “No one ever had their hands and mouth all over you, showing you just how fuckin' pretty you are?”
Salim glanced over his shoulder, dazed as he shook his head. Poor guy looked stunned at being called pretty, let alone all the manhandling and kissing.
“I'll heal that, too,” Jason promised. He squeezed into the meat of those thick thighs. Pressing kisses lover the small of Salim's back, Jason pulled the man's legs slowly apart. Salim wiggled a bit but didn't fight it. He even rose up on his knees a little, one hand reaching up to grip the edge of his mattress.
Seeing him all stretched out like that was like a gift from God. Jason brushed his thumbs up the backs of Salim's thighs, fingers moving along the insides. He teased the curves of Salim's ass before carefully spreading him to expose his hole.
“This looks like it needs some special treatment,” Jason hummed.
“What?” Salim blinked at him. His eyes had gone glassy and dark. He was absolutely beautiful, and more than ever, Jason wanted him to know it. To feel it.
He held Salim open, bending his head down to the open space between his legs and running his tongue over the hole. Salim jerked, nearly smacking him in the face with his ass.
“St-stop.”
“What's wrong? You don't like it?”
“No, I... I mean, you can't really... want to do that.”
“I really do,” Jason insisted. “I want you to feel amazing, because you are amazing. I want you to feel my tongue fucking your ass and know it's 'cause you're a fucking bad-ass. But,” he added, caressing the swell of Salim's ass, “I won't if you don't want me to. There are plenty of other ways I can worship that gorgeous body of yours.”
“I... I do,” Salim confessed. He moved his legs farther apart, arching up his ass. “I want you to fuck me.”
Jason gave him a kiss on the small of his back, then on one of his ass cheeks. He held Salim open, bringing his face down to kiss right on the hole. Salim gasped and twitched, but Jason held his hips firm as he worked his mouth over the spot. He ran his hand up Salim's chest, following the chest hair up to his throat, fingers tracing his lips.
He didn't even need instruction: he immediately opened his mouth so Jason's fingers could push in. Jason groaned, opening his own mouth and teasing the hole with his tongue. Salim mimicked the strokes with his own tongue. Jason touched the tip of his tongue directly onto the hole, and Salim responded by curling his tongue around Jason's fingers.
Shit, Jason's skin was on fire and his pants were uncomfortably tight. He reluctantly pulled his fingers out, sliding his spit-slick fingers back down Salim's body to circle around his nipples. He could take care of his needs later; this was all about treating Salim. And after circling the hole with his tongue, flicking back and forth with the tip, he pushed his way in.
“Oh, shit!” Salim cried out.
Jason waited for him to adjust to the intrusion. Fuck, he felt tight, already clamping down on Jason's tongue. Jason lightly pinched Salim's nipple, rolling the nub between thumb and forefinger before giving it a tug. It worked as a distraction so he could bring his tongue back out and glide his tongue over the hole before the next thrust. He managed to fit in a little more this time.
“Jason,” Salim panted. “Jason. Fuck, it... it feels so...” He broke off into a whine, his toes curling.
Jason moved his fingers back up to Salim's lips. He eagerly sucked them in, his tongue clumsy now as he licked the fingers. Jason judged them wet enough so he popped them out to treat Salim's other nipple. Meanwhile, he was pulling his tongue back out to lick at Salim's hole. He wanted this man as wet as possible every time he shoved his tongue in. Salim's toes curled and he rocked back, trying to get Jason in deeper.
This poor guy. Did none of his other lovers know how to treat him right?
Jason plunged his tongue in, stretching it as far as he could manage, then pulled back until only the tip remained. Salim was starting to loosen, making it easier for the next thrust. Jason's tongue coated his insides, and each time he could move a little faster, a little harder. His hand was back at Salim's mouth, patting him with the palm of his hand.
Salim obediently spat, and Jason brought his hand down to start stroking Salim's needy erection. Jason's own erection throbbed. Fuck, Salim's cock felt as big as it looked, so hot and hard in his hand. Jason curled his tongue again as he stroked, one hand still keeping Salim's hips steady.
He wanted to make this man come undone, send him off on a high that rocked him to his core. He deserved it. Jason worked his tongue with the determination of one seeking that sweet spot. His hand moved up to work back and forth between Salim's balls, then back up his shaft. Fuck, he was wet on this end, too, precum dripping out as he inched closer and closer.
Come on, tough guy. Jason squeezed his thigh, coaxing him with every slide of his tongue and stroke of his hand. Come on. Give it to me. He knew he found what he was searching for when Salim arched under him, ass bumping against his face. Jason pushed him back before he could hurt Jason's nose.
He retracted his tongue, swirling Salim's inner walls, then thrust in to hit the spot again. Over and over, thumb grinding the tip of Salim's weeping cock.
“Jason, Jason... Jason!” Salim screamed out his name, his cum spurting out hot against Jason's hand. At the same moment, his walls clamped down tight around Jason's tongue. He didn't mind being trapped there; he was busy pumping Salim through his orgasm, painting his sheets with his cum.
Jason finally pulled his tongue out, though he spent some time kissing over Salim's ass and lower back before working his way up his spine to his shoulders and neck. Salim had finally spent himself, and was now blinking at Jason with a glassy afterglow on his face.
“Hey. How you feelin'?” Jason asked.
“Ah...” Salim swallowed. “Very relaxed. You... you're a good healer.”
“Try to lay down.” Jason kissed his cheek, drawing away from him. “I'm gonna go get that ice for your bruises.” Salim twisted onto his side to look at him. Jason tapped the noticeable bulge straining against his pants. “I'll take care of your front when I get back.”
[Still cutting because it's a new game! Happy Pride from the crew of the Cassiopeia!]
Simms held one end of the banner and Carter the other. Together, they floated up to the ceiling where they fastened the words across the room.
“I can't wait for the others to see this!” Simms beamed.
“It's wonderful,” Carter agreed.
He had followed her lead when it came to the decorations. Apart from the banner, Simms had opened some of their supply crates and found material for ribbons. There were a few other things she cobbled together into party supplies. Simms also set out some face paint in case anyone wanted to decorate themselves.
She and Carter made their way back to the ground, clicking on their gravity boots. Now it was time to show everyone the results.
“We have a surprise waiting for everyone in the crew quarters!” Simms announced.
They entered the room, mouths dropping open when they saw the banner. “Happy Pride!” The words glittered in the flag colors of gay, lesbian, bisexual, and asexual.
“Wow, this looks awesome!” Cooper grinned.
“I can't believe it's June,” Eisele said with a shake of her head. Her features softened as she added, “This was thoughtful of you both.”
“We figured, even though we're far from home, we should at least take some time to celebrate,” Simms explained. “Have our own little Pride festival.” She tapped a command on her utility strap for music to start playing.
Cooper and Anders got into the spirit immediately, bringing Cernan along with them as the three of them sat to paint their faces. Mitchell picked up one of Simms' homemade noisemakers and blew, then passed one over to Young. She gave him an endearing smile before blowing back. After some coaxing from Mitchell and Young, Stafford traded in his captain hat with a top hat in the Pride colors. Even Eisele was getting into the spirit, fashioning a ribbon around her wrist.
“I'm going to get some ribbons for my hair,” Simms announced. “Have fun!”
Carter answered with a smile. He had promised her to be at the party for a while, and he would stick with that. It was low-key enough for him to still be comfortable. Mitchell was the only one causing a scene, trying to convince Stafford to let them drink alcohol. Carter's eyes shifted over to the three sitting at the face painting table. Cooper and Anders were already wearing their colors and had each taken one of Cernan's cheeks. Even from where he stood, Carter could see Cernan's smile as his face lit up with the bright colors of the rainbow.
Simms and Mitchell had joined forces now, deciding it was time to work the lights and get everyone dancing.
“Carter, come join us,” Cooper encouraged with a wave of her hand. “Cernan needs a dance partner.”
“Oh, no, ah...”
“Yeah, go dance, Carter!” Simms urged him, coming up behind him and giving him a gentle push. When he shot her a look, she waggled her eyebrows at him and winked.
“I don't really... dance,” Carter warned Cernan.
“I have an idea. Turn off your gravity boots.” Cernan did so with his own, holding onto Carter's hand as he floated up. Carter did the same, joining Cernan in the air. “Better?” Cernan asked with a smile.
“Perfect,” Carter nodded. He didn't have to worry about what to do with his feet or arms. He could just drift. He reached out and grabbed Cernan by the elbow, using him as an anchor. He could hear everyone else chatting and laughing as they danced below.
“Something tells me this party was mostly Simms' idea,” Cernan spoke up.
“Are you saying I lack social skills?” Carter raised an eyebrow, a little smile teasing his lips.
“I'm saying I will help you if you feel overstimulated and need to escape to Hydroponics.”
“Thanks,” Carter said, eyes dropping in a sheepish look, “but I'm all right. The zero G Is helping.”
“I thought it might.” They fell silent, drifting in their own little bubble while everyone else partied. “Thank you for indulging in this dance,” Cernan spoke up. “I feel lucky to have a supportive ally.”
Simms had assured Carter he was under no pressure to come out. When his eyes centered on Cernan's face again, his heart skipped a beat. Carter didn't need everyone to know, but Cernan... He didn't like the idea of Cernan thinking he was just an “ally.”
“When this dance is over,” Carter began cautiously, “would you... paint my face?”
“What colors?” Cernan asked.
Carter took a breath and pointed to the bisexual flag. “Those.”
Cernan's gaze moved from the flag to Carter's face. His expression warmed, his fingers touching Carter's cheek briefly and making his heart skip again.
An emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.
[requested by @oblivious-troll-main!]
Jason's heart pounded along to his panicked feet as he raced through the vault. He had long since left his teammates behind, their shouts swallowed by shrieking vampires. He didn't care he was disobeying an order; didn't care that to them, he was running back to the enemy. All he cared about was finding Salim.
His eyes snagged on Salim, and in the next moment a vampire swooped down between them. Jason instantly fired on the creature. He knew his bullets were useful, but they were a distraction. A shield to protect Salim and give him time to strike. Salim turned his way for half a second before spinning back to the vampire. He jammed his metal pole in the creature's chest, slamming his foot to hold it down as he brought the sharp end home.
“You've come to join the fun?” he asked, smile wide.
God, he lit up so bright down here. Warmth spread all over Jason, his heart soaring. His lips flicked up in a brief smile before he focused on the task at hand. The vampires were still coming and he had to provide cover.
Salim ran to his side just as Jason ran out of bullets, quickly switching out his clip.
“Jason!” Salim cried out. He hefted his pole, and on instinct, Jason ducked out of the way. Salim hurled it, landing it perfectly in the body of another vampire. Salim kept charging forward, pulling the pole out and whacking the vampire in the face with it before stabbing it again.
Jason's adrenaline was pumping hard. He stared, breathless, at this incredible man. “Did you seriously just throw that thing at me?” he asked, too caught with emotion to be properly annoyed.
“I did,” Salim confirmed with a laugh.
Jason laughed with him. He stumbled a little as he drew close to Salim. He grabbed a handful of his uniform, pulling him in. He was solid under Jason's touch, covered in blood and dirt and sweat. Alive. Relief finally washed into him. Salim was alive and safe.
“Jason...”
“Told ya I was comin',” he said. He tugged, bringing him in, pressing his mouth up against Salim's. Savoring this moment of assurance that Salim was okay. His heart practically thudded against their joined lips, threatening to give away everything Jason was feeling.
When he pulled back, Salim was staring at him with questions in his eyes. Jason shook his head; now wasn't the time. Later, when he fulfilled his promise and brought Salim back to the sun. For now, he would take this and run with it.
Jason entered the bar with a spring in his step. He always enjoyed sports nights, but this one came with the hope he would see that shy new guy again. Jason thought about Salim a lot since they chatted the other night. He'd been so obvious, from the striped shirt he wore over a plain white tee, to the wide-eyed way he took in the room. It was cute, and endearing, and Jason desperately hope he took the hint and showed up tonight.
Jason had considered giving Salim his phone number, but the guy had too much of that deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. Better to let him get more comfortable first.
Jason spotted some of his friends and went over to mingle. They chatted about their days, complaining about bosses and annoying coworkers. Jason tried to give them his full attention, but his eyes kept wandering.
“Hey, do you guys know any professional soccer teams?”
“Sure,” one of his friends spoke up.
“What do their jerseys look like?”
He was given descriptions, nodding along. His heart skipped when he spotted the green his friend had told him was the signature color of the Iraq national team. Jason excused himself and weaved through the crowd.
“Hey!” he greeted, beaming at Salim. “You made it!”
“I haven't watched sports with a crowd in a very long time,” Salim said. He paused, eyes sweeping over Jason. His expression was more curious than appraising, but Jason still welcomed the attention. “And what team are you supporting today?”
“Baseball. St. Louis Cardinals. Closest I got to a home team.”
“I'm celebrating the home team, too,” Salim told him, gesturing to his shirt. Jason's eyes were very much appraising as he took in the outfit. The material really looked good, almost silky.
“Well, I think we're watching basketball tonight, so we'll both be disappointed.”
“I don't know about that.” Salim's lip curled into a faint smile, his eyes sparkling under the club lights. The look gave Jason some hope that the man was flirting with him.
“Come sit,” he invited. “I'll buy you a drink. Nonalcoholic, I swear,” he added before Salim could protest.
Salim agreed and followed Jason over to his table. All of Jason's friends were welcoming, introducing themselves and easing Salim into conversation. By the time the drinks came, the man looked a little more relaxed. He only got nervous when guys started cuddling into each other's space.
“There's no pressure,” Jason told him. “You don't gotta do anything you aren't ready for.”
“I know.” Salim flashed him a grateful look. “It's just difficult to know how to start exploring this. It was all just fantasy before.”
“I hear ya.” Jason knew all too well how nerve-wracking it felt to step from thinking about intimacy with another man to performing the action. “You can hold my hand if you're scared,” he offered.
“I'd like that, thank you, Jason.” Salim reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze. Jason loved the feel of that strong hand in his. The light was back in Salim's eyes as he leaned in and added, “Don't worry, I won't cuddle you. I have to draw the line somewhere.”
Jason's heart gave a giddy skip in his chest. Wow, this guy was funny and charming. Killer combination. Jason squeezed his hand, and settled in to watch the game.
