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Emerson winked, and with a chuckle said, "Who ever said sex has to be serious. I like to have fun, and now I don't have to do it with myself, do I?"

Again, Ely was amazed by the way Emerson did things. The guy sure was different. Perhaps that was the attraction he sensed in him in the first place. Whatever the reason, Ely know knew without doubt that his times with Emerson wouldn't be normal in the
vanilla
sense of the word. Glancing over to the open, top drawer confirmed his suspicions. There was a butt plug or two, a fleshjack and at least a dozen different types of cock rings, some with mechanical vibration, some without.

Ely was about to mention that Emerson was one kinky son-of-a-bitch, when the tape measure was activated and the starting point placed at the base of Ely's dick.

"Now, let's see, you're as hard as you can be, aren't you?" Emerson was careful to make sure Ely's pubes didn't interfere with the reading, running his fingers over his length to both tease and help the device. He even did all of this with his tongue poking out from the corner of his lips, deep in concentration. Fuck, he
was
damn cute.

"Yeah, I'm as hard as I'm ever going to be. Can you blame me? I'm all naked and in the handsomest man's bed on the whole ship."

"Do you want the result in metric or imperial?" Emerson said, again with a chuckle. Ely knew he was enjoying this.

"Imperial. Dicks should always be measured in inches, it's tradition."

Emerson took away the electronic measure. "You're eight inches. Told you, you're a monster. Now, measure me."

Although, Ely would bet his left nut that Emerson already knew his own length, the tape in his top drawer proof of that. Ely smiled. He couldn't help but be swept away by the mood of sheer fun and enthusiasm Emerson had created in such a short space of time. While Ely calibrated the measure for a reading, Emerson placed the skin seal can, lube and dildo next to him on the cot.

Ely decided to tease Emerson while he measured, fondling him, running his finger across his frenulum and down the length of his shaft. He then cupped his balls just to watch Emerson's stomach quiver. Within minutes of this, his cock was dripping with more pre-cum. That smile still planted firmly on his lips.

"My, you're nine and a half inches. Beats me hands down."

Emerson leaned over and kissed Ely, pushing him back down onto the cot, a loud creak accompanying the action. A moment was spent getting their limbs untangled and then tangled again.

Ely, underneath Emerson, ran his hand across the bed clothes to try and find the skin seal. He struck something and grabbed it. Success. "Let me just spray this on and we can continue, all right?"

Emerson nodded, coming off Ely so he could put on his protection. Pulling on the root of his cock, making sure all of the inner lining of his foreskin was exposed along his length, Ely sprayed the contents of the can over himself. Thank goodness, Emerson had kept the stuff at room temperature. Nothing worse than cold skin seal.

A second later, the white sheen that had been sprayed onto his dick had been absorbed into his skin. The agent reacting with his cells to create a barrier against any sort of nasty. Even when he would inevitably cum, and Ely was close to that right now, the skin seal would stretch to form a bubble at the end of his piss slit, capturing it. Removing the seal was easy, from the base of the cock, roll the finger up the length, the seal would then come away, able to be dispensed.

Ely was ready.

He grabbed Emerson by his waist, coming so that he was on top of him, the opening of his legs all the invitation he needed to proceed. "You ever dildoed a guy while you've made love to him, Ely?"

Ely had to admit he hadn't. "No."

"Let me show you. It's mind blowing."

With that, Emerson took up the rather realistic looking toy and applied lube in generous quantities all over it, covering Ely's erection as well. Ely couldn't help but think of Braden in his cabin earlier. Was the dildo similar to the one Emerson had? Then again, it wasn't like he had got up close to see it, most of it was sunk into Braden's arsehole.

When Emerson had finished lubricating everything he needed to, he offered it to Ely and laid back, opening his legs wider. "Whatever you do, don't use it like a weapon. Tease me with it. Massage the edge of my hole and do gentle insertions. Remember, you're preparing me for the real thing, getting me loose so you can slip in easy."

"Sure thing." Ely feasted his gaze on Emerson's beautiful pink arsehole, nicely framed with hair, too.

"I so want you, Ely, I really do."

Talk like that got Ely worked up even more. He could feel the pangs of ecstasy ripple up through his body from his now tight balls. Emerson was a caring and gentle man, and sharing this experience with him reinforced that in Ely's mind.

"I have a better idea." Ely got up onto his knees.

"You do?"

"Get up so you're on all fours. I want to lick your sweet hole as well."

Emerson's smile beamed. "Now you're talking."

"I bet you and Braden would have a ball together." Ely retracted the dildo's foreskin, running his finger along the slit. It did feel realistic. "He's so hot when he uses one of these."

The smile was wiped from Emerson's lips. "What did you say?"

It was in that moment Ely realised he had just said the most stupid thing he could have ever said to a guy while in his bed and sharing and deep and sexual experience. The last place anyone would want to hear about anyone else was when being intimate. The only way he could have made this worse would have been to call out Braden's name in a fit of passion while fucking Emerson.

Ely was frozen to the spot. Holding the dildo now felt uncomfortable and, he had to admit, ridiculous. "I-I--"

Emerson sat up, pulling the bed clothes over himself to cover his nakedness, folding his arms to complete the picture of disapproval Ely had just graced him with. "So you're thinking of Braden while you're with me, Ely? You said I was handsome and…did you lie? Does he do it more for you than I do? How could you? I feel…I feel used and--just get out. Get out and leave me alone."

"But, Sonny, I--"

Emerson's eyes were filled with tears, his emotion flowing over to affect his voice, which was now hoarse and filled with disappointment. "Don't…call me…that."

Ely got up off the bed and gathered his clothes, not bothering to remove the skin seal off his now flaccid cock. The stuff would be absorbed completely and harmlessly into his bloodstream in a few hours, anyway. He just had to remember he had it on if he needed to piss before then. "I'm sorry, Emerson. I really am. I didn't mean anything I said--"

"So…you do…lie, then? I'm not…handsome to you, am I? I'm just a…fuck, nothing more and nothing less. And even though I opened up my heart and shared with you my inner most desires, that wasn't…wasn't good enough for you, was it?"

"No--I mean, yes. Oh, I…I want you so bad, Emerson. I really do."

Emerson didn't reply. He had hidden his face from view. If Ely didn't know any better, he'd swear the man was crying. In that moment, he felt worse than the lowest form of life that had crawled up out of the mud at the dawn of Earth's history.

When dressed, he left room 210. His chances blown with the most interesting guy, both in personality and charm, he had ever met. And yes, he was handsome, too. Ely could kick himself right now.

Chapter Four

Ely found himself at the viewing lounge where he had bought Emerson the drink that started tonight's disaster. He didn't fancy going to his cabin. The sight of Braden right now would be too much to bear considering the circumstances. He needed a drink. His throat was tight and his stomach churned. More from anger at himself than anything, but still. A good shot of alcohol would help numb the pain.

"What you havin', sugar?" Lily asked, coming up to him and sliding her hand over to his. Her touch was warm. "You look like you just lost the world. Nothin' to do with that tasty bit of scientist you had in here earlier?"

She was in her late thirties, but somewhat easy on the eyes for a woman. She was the owner of the lounge, one of the many who bought into the space the military contracted out on their vessels. Sure, meals were free in the mess, but no matter what, a good drink, one paid for with the toil of work, always seemed to be more rewarding.

Ely nodded. "It has, and I was such an arse. No, I was worse than that. I had it all, a guy who was special and different and funny and…I blew it, Lily. Big time. I fucking blew the best thing I've had in--ah, I bet you don't want to hear my sob story. Bet you get an earful around here."

Lily offered a smile. "You're my favourite cadet, Ely, what with keepin' the ship steady and true. I always got time and an ear for you. Now, what you having? On the house."

"Thanks." Ely offered a quivering smile in return. "Something strong."

"How about a Callisto Cum Burst."

"Sounds like my sort of drink."

"I knew you'd say that." She produced a tall, thin bottle. The fluid inside it was multi layered, a heavier cream coloured substance underneath a clear top one. Ely would bet his left nut that the bottom part was the
cum burst
of the drink's title. "Some have said it's like gobbing down the real thing. Although, I do suspect the ones who have said that are complete raving virgins."

Ely tried to smile, but couldn't help but think of Emerson. His adorable grin on his plump lips, his eyes that sparkled and that huge fucking dick he'd have loved to hold onto while he made love to him. "I sure missed out on my own cum burst tonight, let me tell you."

Lily leaned close. "How old are you, sugar?"

"Nineteen. Why?"

Lily tutted. "Do you care about him?"

Ely shrugged his shoulders. "I only just met him. I--I don't know. I would like to get to know him better, there's no doubt of that."

"Well then, give him a day to simmer down and go talk to him. Give a peace offering, something nice. Guys like gifts just as much as the ladies. I know, my man gets all horny when I waft chocolates in front of his face."

Ely couldn't help but let out a chuckle before he downed to contents of the bottle in one go. He could see where the drink got its name. It was sweet to start, then thick and tangy to finish, numbing his tongue, too. Although, saying it was like cum was a bit of an overstatement and probably more to do with selling the beverage than anything else. Every guy he had tasted on that level had been different, but most had a sort of weak chlorine-come acidic taste mixed in with either bitterness or sour notes. Still, it was alcoholic and that's all that mattered in the here and now. "Lily, that's too much information."

"Listen, at your age everything to do with love is a disaster when it goes awry. Just suck it up and be the man I know you are and confront him. If you want him, go work for that goal. You won't regret it no matter how it turns out."

"You're right." Ely plunked down the empty bottle. "But I'll have another Callisto Cum Burst first. Actually, make it two."

"Martian or Earth Standard dollars, sugar?"

Ely fumbled in his jeans for his wallet, retrieving his swipe-style ID tag. "I can't remember--which one's got the better exchange at the moment?"

"Martian dollar."

"Fine." He depressed a hologram marker on the ID tag and a menu screen flashed up. Punching the Martian dollar symbol, he swiped it over the bar's register reader. The menu lit up with,
twenty five Martian dollars deducted
.
Would you like a current balance of your account?
Ely depressed the
no
option. He knew he had plenty of money. Being without a boyfriend since leaving Mars had seen that expenses had been low and all his pay was his own, except accommodation allowance and others sundries he needed, of course.

Lily produced two more bottles of the drink Ely hoped would ease some of his pain.

When the Callisto Cum Bursts had intoxicated him enough and his stomach no longer seethed with the pain of what he had done to lose Emerson, he staggered back to his cabin. He hoped Braden was asleep. He'd rather not see him right now.

Much to his surprise the lights were on when he opened the door. Braden was up, but he wasn't in the common room. Another man was. And what's more, the man was stark naked except for the cup of coffee he held. Ely had to blink twice, for he was sure the man was just a figment of his imagination. Had Emerson affected him so much that he was creating mirages of naked men in his mind?

"Hey," the man said as casual as could be when Ely was in the room proper. He didn't even blink, hide his modesty, of offer any other words except the greeting. That proved this was no mirage. Illusions weren't in the habit of communicating.

"Um, hey." Ely stood there staring for the longest time. He was unable to stop his gaze from wandering down to the man's genitals. He was well equipped--nowhere near as huge as Emerson, but a handful, no doubt. His balls were bright red and his cock had that distinct, after sex look. All loose and hanging foreskin and bulging veins even though flaccid. He had a muscular body and a pleasant face. Nothing out of proportion. Nothing different about him either. Not like Emerson.

 "You, Ely?" the man said with a grunt and a slight nod.

A small
carry can
of skin seal on the kitchenette bench behind him sealed the deal for Ely. He was Braden's man. Which meant one thing--no, two. Braden liked guys and he had got some action tonight. Man, Braden was pushing things for himself. He'd have to get up for first rotation in a couple of hours. Ely supposed he got sick of using the dildo and invited the real thing over. When did the man sleep? Then again, it had been about five hours since Ely had finished his shift. He had survived quite fine on a lot less. As Braden was now.

 "Yeah, I am."

"Cool. You're cuter than I thought you'd be." And with that he turned, grabbed the skin seal, and disappeared into Braden's room. The sight of his muscular buttocks the last thing he saw before the cot squeaked. A good measure of laugher soon followed.