Tig has Followed the Long Path. He's been alive longer than humans have been exploring out past our solar system of origin. When he hired Raphael to work as a botanist on the Morehouse, he had no idea what that sudden impulse of attraction was going to get him into. Some species really shouldn't mix. Sirens are restricted, for their good and humanity's good, the two should not make long haul trip More
"Um," Raphael moaned. "Touch me."
"Again," Tig asked before he could stop himself.
Ten thousand years of human civilization and some things were true on an interstellar freight as they had been in an Armenian winery. Love was everything. Sex was love. No one tells their lovers everything.
"Please," Raphael moaned. He hooked a long leg around Tig's legs, pulling him close. "It'll be alright. We have twenty-two minutes before we have to be at work. Fuck me!"
Raphael had come on board at Nander's Rise. He was tall enough to have spacer blood with blue eyes like earth sky, long blond hair, braided that lay on his shoulder. To Tig, his hair had seemed like starlight and adding his smile and his beautiful eyes, Tig had found sunlight. Raphael's lips looked soft, soft enough that even in that first moment, Tig had wanted to touch them.
Now there had been several things wrong with that first impression. For one thing, Tig was gay. He'd known he was gay as long as he could remember. Having been born on Earth even before the telomere treatments made aging a relic of the past along with hunting bison with sticks, he'd known he was gay a long time. Raphael's pretty face and slender fingers were androgynous enough that Tig had had to look at his ID card to get his gender and species. Raphael's ID said he was male and human. That was where the ambivalence had ended. Every fiber of his being wanted the willowy blond.
He rolled a little on their shared bunk, a leg hooked around Raphael, pinning him close. Four hundred and ninety-two days passed since Tig signed Raphael into the crew of the Morehouse. Having made love three times since they ended their last shift, he wanted him more now than he had that first day. Propped up on one elbow, he traced a finger tip over those soft red lips. "You are insatiable."
"Yes," Raphael purred as he tried to draw Tig's finger between his lips, suck him inside. "Fuck me. Let me suck you. Tell me poetry!"
Tig bit very softly on the edge of Raphael's ear, and whispered, "My rose most fair, with your secret whispers you snare this simple man," Tig groaned, poetry driveling away, the tea leaves of his thoughts all pale compared to Raphael's hand stroking his cock. "What the hell do you do to me, 'El? I can't make up poetry with you touching me like that."