Showering with the Star Soldier
Intergalactic mercenary Damien has only one thing on his mind: delivering rock star Flynn back to Earth before the singer realizes he has the hots for him. But when a solar storm forces them to hole up at an empty base, Flynn walks in on Damien in the shower - and that's the cue for things to get STEAMY!
Advisory: A short story (3200 words) with graphic sexual content. Not suitable for under-18s More
Intergalactic mercenary Damien has only one thing on his mind: delivering primadonna rock star Flynn back to Earth before the singer realizes the big man has the hots for him. But when a solar storm forces them to hole up at an abandoned base, Flynn walks in on Damien in the shower - and that's the cue for things to get STEAMY!
Advisory: This short story (3200 words) has graphic sexual content and is not suitable for under 18s.
Flynn was standing in front of him, buck-naked. It was the first time he had seen the guy out of his thick space suit, and he was even hotter in the flesh than in Damien's wildest imaginings.
He was less bulked up than Damien, but he had sharp definition, enhanced by the elaborate tattoos that moved when the muscles rippled under his smooth olive skin. He wore silver nipple rings that drew attention to his taut pecs, and his black hair hung to his tailbone, grazing his cute butt. A line of black hair led like a gunpowder trail down his flat abs to his girthy dick.
He looked at Damien with an amused expression, but there was a hint of something else there as well.
Damien met his gaze with a level stare, refusing to acknowledge his embarrassment. He continued to stroke himself. It would have been a sign of weakness to back down, and Damien wasn't the sort of person who showed weakness. It wasn't as if the guy could read minds and could tell who had been uppermost in his thoughts. He could have been thinking about anything...
Flynn stepped into the shower, turning on the next showerhead and standing right beside Damien, invading his space. Damien was confused. He could have gone to the other end of the showers. He glanced down. There was no mistaking it. Flynn's cock was twitching now and getting hard.
Flynn turned to him, not attempting to conceal his erection, daring him to do something about it. His expression was still mocking, but there was hunger in his eyes, too.
Damien stretched out a tentative hand, slippery with soap, and touched Flynn's chest. He tugged gently on one of the nipple rings, drawing the other man closer and seeing his nipple harden.