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Daisuke couldn't remember why he woke up so thirsty so late, just that he needed to crack open a water packet before his tongue dried up. He can feel slick precum beginning to cool on his inner thighs and tries to shake away the heat crawling up his body, thanking whatever God will listen for Swansea sleeping like the dead. The young man sits up and slips his shoes on, quietly opening the door of his and Swansea’s shared sleeping quarters. Absently he reaches under his shirt to itch at the scars under his pecs, pushing the fabric up as he yawns and walks through the cold hallway of the Tulpar.
The door to the recreation room slides open with a hiss, the blue light of the nighttime screen guiding his way to the cabinets where he pulls out a cup and a water packet. Daisuke tears the top off and pours it, quickly chugging the oddly thick liquid. He missed actual water from the fridge at his parents house, but he didn't get much of a choice floating through space.
‘Man, what was I even dreaming about? I never wake up that sweaty…’
Daisuke sips his water again as he tries to force memories of his dream back into his mind. All he's met with are flashes of blue eyes and curly blonde hair buried between his thighs.
...Blonde hair? Daisuke doesn't know any blonde girls, especially not any that would be into him. The boy furrows his brows and grips his glass a little tighter, thighs lightly squeezing together as warmth floods his face. Realization dawns on him mid swallow and he gasps– sucking water down the wrong pipe.
‘Captain Curly? No, no way–’
Another flash from his dream and Daisuke can almost feel his Captain's stubble scratching the sensitive skin on his thighs; his warm tongue licking slow stripes up Daisuke’s clit and thick fingers pressed hard into his hips, keeping his body in place.
Daisuke's too busy choking to hear the door open again, not until heavy footsteps approach his back, “Daisuke?” It's Curly, his voice thick with sleep but still sweet as honey as he settles a firm hand on the mechanic's shoulder. Daisuke whips around, still coughing as he does so, and wipes at the tears streaming down his cheeks from the lack of air.
“H-hey, ack, Ca-aptain,” Daisuke chokes out, face beet red as he hacks up a lung. Curly’s hand loops around to rub at his back and he keens at the warm touch, trying to mask the way he melts into it as he hunches over to catch his breath.
Curly's eyes are swimming with concern and a little amusement as he rubs the boys back, carefully taking the nearly empty glass and setting it on the counter.
“You alright there kid?” Daisuke nods, still winded, and absently tips his head forward to lean on Curly’s broad chest, a croak like noise slipping from the back of his throat. God dammit, his throat is throbbing and not even in the fun way.
“ Guh , y-yeah Captain, water jus’ went down the wrong pipe.”
Daisuke wipes tears and drool off of his face and immediately flares bright red again, shoving himself off of Curly's chest and into the counter with a small thud– his mind flooding with images of his Captain's fingers stretching him out, exploring every inch of his cunt. Curly quirks an eyebrow at his antics and steps just a bit closer, “Are you sure it's just the water? You look like you've seen a ghost.” He teases, flicking the boys shoulder.
Daisuke's brain is short circuiting from the lack of sleep and rush of blood to his crotch (and also from nearly choking to death), he feels dizzy as he opens and closes his mouth trying to give a reasonable answer. The younger man clears his throat and picks up his glass again, quickly downing what's left and setting it down again.
“Yeah! Yeah, I'm okay, I swear. What are you doing awake, Captain?” Daisuke never could bring himself to drop the formality despite Curly’s insistence, especially not now. How are you supposed to call the guy who's in charge of you by his first name after you've had a wet dream about him??
“Ah, couldn't sleep. I figured a walk couldn't hurt.” Curly's eyes flick to the sink as he shifts his weight, clearly not sharing everything that's on his mind. Daisuke nods and drums his fingers against the countertop, unconsciously pressing his thighs together again to hide; not that Curly would be looking at his dick for any reason but, you know, better safe than sorry is what his mom always said.
Silently, Curly steps to the side and opens the cabinet to drink water directly out of the packet, he settles next to Daisuke and glances at him. “If uh, if you're having nightmares, Captain, Nurse Anya lets me talk to her before bed sometimes. It helps, you know?” The boy shuffles his feet and moves to rub at his damp eyes, a small whine slipping from his lips as the skin around them stings at the contact. He was wearing an old band T-shirt that was just a little too big, the collar stretched over one of his freckled shoulders.
“That's not a bad idea, Daisuke, thanks.” Curly takes another long drink from his packet, moving to lean with one hip pressed against the counter so he can look at the mechanic. Daisuke shifts again, restless, and rubs his hands together in front of his thighs.
“Maybe you should talk to her again too.”
Daisuke cocks his head and furrows his eyebrows, staring at Curly with confusion, who bites back a laugh before he speaks again,”Wet dream got you pretty good huh?”
Yep, this was it: Daisuke was going to die at the ripe age of 20 out of sheer embarrassment. He can almost feel steam coming out of his ears from how hot his face has gotten “H-how did you– what?”
“Well, uh, I wasn't actually serious. Did you.. actually have one?”
Daisuke shoves himself away from the counter and stumbles to the other side of the kitchen, heavily embarrassed “I'm gonna go back to bed! See you for breakfast–” He tries to flee but Curly's hand wraps around his wrist, completely engulfing it in warmth.
“Wait! Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you.” Curly tugs the boy forward and leans down to be more eye level with him, his other hand settling on Daisuke's shoulder. “I just meant… Ugh, God, I'm bad at this, uh-” Now it's Curly's turn to blush and fumble over his words.
“I-its alright Captain, don't sweat it! I would rather it be you than Jimmy again.” Curly's blue eyes cut into Daisuke's brown ones and he feels his heart palpitate. Shit. Fuck. He shouldn't have said that.
Curly didn't have the context of Daisuke's previous dirty thoughts for that to work. He didn't even have the context that he was the one who had gotten the boy so hot and bothered in the first place.
“What do you mean?” His expression is serious, full of worry and anger as his grip tightens on Daisuke.
“Nothing! Nothing, I–”
“Did Jimmy do something to you? Daisuke, did he–?”
Fuck, Curly thinks Jimmy fucking touched him or something! Fuck, fuck, if Jimmy gets punished for something he didn't do he's gonna kill Daisuke. Think fast; let the Captain think his copilot's a pervert or let the Captain think he's a pervert.
Panicked and flustered Daisuke blurts out “My dream was about you!” They both freeze, Daisuke swears his heart stops beating as he clamps his mouth shut.
“I… what?”
The Captain has never looked so shocked to hear something come out of Daisuke's mouth, which is surprising seeing as the boy says a lot of confusing things. Daisuke gulps and slowly tilts his head up to look into Curly's eyes, his face red hot.
“I-I’ve had them about Jimmy before, is what I meant. He hasn't done anything to me, Captain, I promise.” He's never been so flustered before. Daisuke is going to die out of shame for admitting that to his Captain, but at least it won't be Jimmy that kills him! Or that scary vent in the utility room.
Curly looks taken aback but not disgusted, which is a relief, not that Daisuke thinks he's homophobic or anything but it really can't be a normal thing for interns to tell you about their horny dreams about you and your copilot. Daisuke remembers what's come out of his mouth and tries to tug his wrist free, hoping to hide away under his blanket and listen to Swansea's snores again, but Curly's grip only tightens.
“Captain–”
“Tell me about it.” Daisuke's heart skips a beat, his face somehow getting hotter as his fingers twitch.
“..What?”
Curly walks forward, pushing Daisuke until his back bumps the counter; tucking his face in the junction between Daisuke's neck and shoulder. Daisuke's heart stutters against his ribcage as Curly's fingers trail just under his shirt, settling carefully on his hips, like he has some reason to be nervous.
“Tell me about the dream you had.” Soft lips drag up Daisuke's neck, pressing kisses on every mole they come across, forcing little gasps from the back of his throat. The Captain's hips press into his own as his calloused hands drag further up to settle on his waist, fingers tracing random shapes across the skin there.
Daisuke almost feels trapped. Almost. If not for the way Curly held him so loose, so careful. Daisuke’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth falls open as the Captain lightly nips at his left collarbone, making his way up the boy's neck with soft hickies. This can't be fucking real, there's no way this is actually happening.
“ Fuck, uh, y-you had your head between my legs..” Curly hums and sinks to his knees, his hands sliding down to the waistband of Daisuke's sweatpants. “Keep going. What did I do?” Curly slowly begins pulling the garment down, watching for a reaction; which he gets when Daisuke shifts his hips with a whine, quickly slamming a hand over his own mouth.
His pale pink boxers are dark with slick at the middle, the fabric sticking to his wet cunt. Curly stops moving, looking up to make eye contact with Daisuke as his hands trail back up the oversized shirt. Without blinking or shutting his eyes, Curly begins pressing open mouthed kisses to his v-line, his hips, his stomach– anywhere he can reach to goad the boy into talking, or at least moaning under him.
Curly pulls his mouth off Daisuke's slim stomach with a small pop , a string of saliva keeping him connected to the skin, “ What did I do, Daisuke?” Daisuke shivers at the sensation of his Captain's tongue diving under the waistband of his boxers to tease at the skin there.
Daisuke forces his hips to stay still as he turns his head away from Curly's intense gaze, biting back a noise of pleasure as the older man's tongue drags itself lower; Curly slowly tugging his boxers down to get easier access to the boys wet, throbbing clit. “You,, dug your fingers into my hi-i- ah~-hips– and wrapped your lips around my- fuck–!” Curly wastes no time complying, gripping his hips tightly and locking his mouth around Daisuke's clit– the scruff of his beard scratching at Daisuke's thighs, lightly scraping them up as he bobs his head to tease the boy.
Curly moans and leans against his legs, eyes fluttering as he slurps and sucks around the sensitive nub; Daisuke can't hold his moans back any longer as he tangles a hand in the Captain's blond hair, ruffled from tossing and turning on his pillow, and braces his other hand on the counter– gripping it until his knuckles turn white. He can't believe this is happening, that the Captain is blowing him in the fucking kitchen of all places and he's enjoying it.
Curly presses himself further into Daisuke's crotch, slipping one of his hands down to spread his lips apart for better access, lapping his tongue like Daisuke's cunt is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted– like he'll never taste it again. Daisuke bucks his hips and rolls against Curly's tongue, never wanting the pleasure to end, and fucking desperate to cum from another person's touch for the first time in months. Hell– to properly cum for the first time since they've taken flight. Can't get any actual privacy on the Tulpar.
Curly bobs his head and slides his tongue down to slip into Daisuke's hole, dipping it in and out before moving back up to his swollen clit, rolling it between his tongue and teeth; letting his tongue curl just right against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Daisuke's biting down hard on his lip as he screws his eyes shut, moaning and whining and writhing against the counter as he's tonguefucked; so close to cumming his head is pounding.
“Cap-captain, I'm gonna cum, please–”
Curly's tongue moves faster, forcing higher pitched moans from Daisuke’s throat as he fucks himself on Curly's mouth, his hips rolling harshly as he digs his nails into the Captain's scalp– quickly biting down on his fingers as he cums to muffle his mewling, his hips twitching and then stilling as he finishes in Curly's mouth. He releases Curly's hair as he slumps back on his elbows, twitching as he settles into his post orgasm high.
Curly pulls his head away and licks at his lips, pupils blown out as he slides two fingers between Daisuke's folds, pressing just the tips into his hole, biting his lip from the warmth of it as Daisuke moans, grinding against the thick digits.
Daisuke's brain is already fogging up with pleasure again, wanting to make his Captain feel good as his energy comes back, he reaches a shaking hand down to tug Curly up for a kiss, licking his own cum off of the others lips. Curly grinds his hips against Daisuke, his hard cock pressing into the boy's stomach.
“Fuck, you're big. Captain, I-I don't know if you'll fit in me.” Daisuke breathes out, his voice hoarse with lust as he reaches down to palm at Curly's cock through his shorts, eliciting a groan from the man.
“I won't. Not without actual prep or lube.”
Daisuke whines and rocks his hips, cum starting to drip down from his cunt and soaking into the leg of Curly's shorts. Curly glances down and shifts to tug his shorts and boxers down just enough to spring his thick, hard cock free from its confines, letting out a small sigh of relief as he does so. “I've got an idea. You trust me, right?”
Daisuke bites his lip and rapidly nods, desperate to be touched again. “Y-yeah, yeah definitely.” That's all Curly needs as he shifts to lift Daisuke a little higher on the counter, grabbing his water packet from earlier and drizzling the makeshift lube on his cock, stroking himself a few times to spread it around. The man spreads Daisuke's legs apart just enough to slip himself in-between his thighs, pressing his wet cock against Daisuke's extremely sensitive clit– the boy whimpering like a puppy from the almost painful burst of pleasure, reaching up to grip his Captain's sturdy shoulders for support as he experimentally rocks his hips; Curly's cock sliding deliciously across his clit until the heavy head of it is pressed right up against his slick hole.
Curly grabs his hips with a breathy sigh, tipping his head back as he shallowly ruts against Daisuke, his tip already leaking precum. Daisuke tugs Curly closer, his nails digging into the Captain's skin as he buries his face in the man's chest; nipping at the skin visible through his tank top to distract himself as Curly picks up his pace, the sound of wet skin-on-skin echoing throughout the quiet room as their hips meet. “ Ah , Captain, Captain–”
Daisuke rolls his hips to match Curly's thrusts as he's picked up effortlessly and set fully on top of the counter, the Captain spreading his legs apart to get a better angle. Curly's free hand settles on Daisuke's hip to keep him open as he smacks the head of his leaking cock on the boy's clit, eliciting a wet noise as he does it again and slides his cock back down to tease at Daisuke's dripping hole.
“Fuck, Daisuke, you're so wet.” Curly groans as the tip of his girthy cock presses just barely inside of Daisuke's hole before sliding back up to drag against his clit again. Daisuke can feel his eyes beginning to water from the overstimulation as his abdomen clenches a second time and he cums, effectively soaking the counter. But Curly doesn't stop; he hasn't gotten to cum yet.
It's starting to burn now, the feeling of his Captain's cock against his oversensitive cunt, but Daisuke doesn't want it to stop. Curly's thrusts become harsher, sloppier sounding as he continues to gather Daisuke's cum on his cock and rut against the boy like an animal. Deep groans fall from Curly's mouth as he thrusts harder, pressing himself further against Daisuke.
“Captain, Captain, Captain–” It's all he can say, all Daisuke can get to come out of his mouth as he sobs, his body shaking with exertion as his legs try to close and he digs his nails into Curly's back, feeling the skin break as he drags his hands down; desperate to find purchase to distract himself from how much his clit is starting to painfully ache and his body is starting to burn.
“Good, good boy, I'm almost there.” Daisuke feels his hips jerking, thrashing as he tries to get as much sensation away from his clit as possible, but Curly keeps fucking right against it. He barely processes the weak sensation of cumming a third time as the Captain slips just the head of his cock into Daisuke's hole before sliding it back up again to keep up the abuse on the boy's clit, the way his cunt stretches to accommodate just the head of Curly's cock is almost too much, teetering on the edge of painful. Daisuke bites down hard on Curly's chest as he cries and shakes and tries to stay quiet, trying so hard to be good for his Captain.
Curly's thrusts become erratic as he nears his orgasm, his cock soaked with Daisuke's cum as he pins the boy in place and continues rutting against him like an animal. Daisuke swears he can hear the man growl, but his brain is so far gone he can't process anything but the painful sensation against his clit. “Pl-please, please, Captain, Ah–” Daisuke feels his body tense again as he weakly cums a fourth time, muffling his cries into Curly as the man finally cums, his hand still maneuvering his cock as he shoots his load all over Daisuke's cunt– sticking to the wet skin around his clit as he writhes at the hot sensation.
Curly's clean hand moves from Daisuke's hip to cradle the back of the boys head as he shakes, sobbing as his body finally gets a chance to calm down. Curly strokes his hair and gently shushes him as he pulls his own shorts back up, careful to avoid touching Daisuke's sensitive lower half.
Daisuke's ears are ringing and his body feels like its on fucking fire, so he doesn't process when Curly gently picks him up off the counter to settle him on the cold floor, muttering something about getting him cleaned up.
The man vanishes from his sight as Daisuke's mind begins to drift off to sleep, not even caring about the mess he's made as he tips his head back against the cabinets, body still shaking as the tears on his face begin to dry.
Curly comes back and gently pries his legs open again, making quick work of wiping his cum off the shaking boy, looking apologetic when Daisuke whimpers after a particularly long swipe up his clit with the cold rag. Daisuke lifts his hips so Curly can wipe the slick away from his thighs as the Captain mumbles praise and apologies. Curly pulls Daisuke's boxers and sweatpants up and carefully pulls the boy up off the ground and into his arms, walking them over to the couch in the lounge. Daisuke's legs are shaking so bad that his knees are about to buckle, so Curly just picks him up and carries him the rest of the way to the couch.
Curly sets him in the corner of the couch between the soft throw pillows and settles in next to him. Daisuke shuffles his body to be in Curly's lap and nestles his face against the man's broad shoulder, curling his body around the Captain and holding onto his shirt for support. Curly's arms wrap around Daisuke's small form and he presses a kiss into his messy brown hair. Daisuke's too tired to thank him or apologize for making such a mess of the kitchen.
Is it going to be weird when their other crewmates inevitably wake up and gather for breakfast? Absolutely. Does Curly give a shit? Absolutely not.
Feeling warm and deeply exhausted and safe, Daisuke easily falls asleep in Curly's arms, the Captain following suit not long after as the nighttime screen saver slowly begins its shift to the daytime screen, coating the room with different hues of orange and purple.