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When Seb awoke, it was nearing mid morning; he could tell by the false window screens and the artificial sunlight they produced. John was gone, and he tried not to feel disappointed.
“Spyder,” he addressed the computer, wishing Jim had been more creative when he’d named it, “Breakfast, full English.”
The soft but masculine voice answered back, “Sir, your breakfast has been ordered and is available in Kitchen 2.”
“Ordered by whom?” he demanded.
“Your guest. He is in Kitchen 2 as well,” the computer informed him.
John was sitting at the table going over some reports on the spare pad he’d found in the kitchen, making sure there was nothing pressing that needed his attention today. He gave Seb a smile as he came in. “Good morning,” he said over his teacup.
“You’re still here,” Seb tried to sound ambivalent, but it was obvious he was pleased.
“I am,” John chuckled. “I took the liberty of ordering breakfast for you.”
“Yeah, Spyder told me. ‘Preciate it. Needed something hearty after last night,” Seb thanked John. It’d been years, at least, if ever, that he’d wanted to invite someone to stick around, but he didn’t know how. He took a gamble, “You got a busy schedule today?”
“That’s what I was just checking and I don’t. So it looks like I’m all yours.”
Seb gave a soft groan, “I’m not sure you realise how much I like to hear that. What’re you thinking for today? We can switch if you want. And I’m always up for anything kinky. Not much you can do that’d surprise me at this point.”
“I’m up for most things,” said John. He looked at the pad and decided to take a gamble of his own. “Don’t know what your longer term plans are, but I’ve got an opening at the clinic for an assistant.”
“I’m not exactly known for my, uh, healing skills,” Seb confessed. “Not a lot of first aid in sniping.”
“No, but I bet you have steady hands and patience and that’s what I need more than anything else.” John found himself hoping he’d at least give it a try.
Seb looked skeptical. “What sort of things you think I’d be doing?”
“Assisting, like I said. Sometimes I need another pair of hands. And I’d prefer it to be someone I trust.”
“So we talking answering phones, or cleaning up sick and pus?”
“More of the latter, if that’s not a problem.”
“Maybe,” Seb considered. He’d need a job if he were going to stay on the Vanguard, but he’d been hoping for maybe small transport missions, something thing that’d keep his Tiger in employ. She had a small payload, and he could envision transporting cargo to some of the lesser moons and planets in the area. He told John as such, ending with, “So if you don’t mind, lemme see if I can find something a bit more in my expertise. But I appreciate the offer, Doc, and I’ll let you know within the next week or so?”
“Yeah, no problem. I just find myself hoping you’ll stick around.”
“I’m trying,” Seb laughed, “That mean you’re hoping to meet up again sometime? ‘Cause with a performance like that, I’d definitely be amenable.”
“Same. You should eat up. Might have a busy day ahead of us.”
“You got another day off? This flat’s got some fun shit; bastard who had it built was a bit manic, needed lots of distractions. Don’t use half of ‘em myself, but together we could have some fun,” Seb suggested, liking the idea of adding some new memories to the place so Jim wouldn't be haunting him in every room. Then he smirked, “And that’s not even counting the number of surfaces we could fuck each other over.”
“I could probably take another one off if there isn’t anything major.”
“Either way, Doc, you ever fuck in an anti-grav deck?” Seb laughed. Most anti-gravity decks were for training purposes, and most explorations on a planet without gravity were mission based. But lucky for him, he had an anti-grav deck at his disposal, and he was curious to see what someone with John Watson’s thoughtfulness could do with such a contraption.
John couldn't help his grin. "Can't say that I have."
“After breakfast? Or just before lunch? Don’t know how your stomach handles the grav flux,” Seb asked, with an anticipation of excitement prowling in his chest; something he hadn’t felt in ages.
"Let's let breakfast settle a bit." He put his hand on Seb's knee.
Seb looked down, startled by the affectionate gesture. Affection was something he certainly wasn’t used to. “Yeah, alright,” he said distractedly, suddenly very aware of how fucked up he was in comparison to, well, anybody. “Sure you wanna waste your day off with me?” he teased, putting up a front, “Respectable bloke like you, loads better people to have a lie in with than a sketchy, washed-up sniper.”
"I'm sure. I just seem respectable."
Seb chuckled. “Just making sure. I give respectable a wide berth myself. Too much shit in the universe to give a toss ‘bout how much little old ladies in the canteen like me.” Seb finished the last of his breakfast, and shifted his mess to the butler and addressed the computer. “Spyder, butler,” he ordered. The butler sunk into the counter, and Seb heard the washer begin to whir, and the butler came back up, clean and sanitized.
“Fucking love this flat, sometimes,” he muttered, “Been in loads of places without the capacity, having to manually load the washer, or worse yet, do the cleaning up yourself. It’s a wonder we we able to ever evolve as a species; can you imagine? Spending the entire goddamned day prepping and cooking and cleaning for a fifteen minute meal? Surprised we didn’t starve to death first.”
"I cook sometimes. But it's hard to get fresh out here," John shrugged. He squeezed Seb's knee. "Care to give me a proper tour?" He knew better than to ask about his previous flatmate.
“Yeah, it’s probably a good idea. Haven’t been here for months, should probably check it out. Spyder here’s pretty house proud, but nothing like a good eye to make sure it’s all straight.” Seb looked down at his naked form, and then to John, who was wearing his pants and undershirt from the night before. “You need something to wear? Spyder can get something for you. I mean, I’m a bit of a nudist on my own, but I know it ain’t everyone’s preference.”
"Either way." John stood and leaned up to kiss the taller man.
Seb hummed, wrapping his arms around John, walking John backwards out of the kitchen. When it became too difficult, he growled, grabbed John’s arse, and hoisted him up so John could wrap his legs around his waist.
John found himself carried by strong arms. It was odd, but strangely comforting, as if Seb knew what he needed. He opened his mouth to Seb, hands on his shoulders.
With one hand kept under John, Seb wrapped his other around John’s torso, pulling him close, and kissing him hard, wet with slips of tongue, biting just hard enough to hear John groan, to feel John’s cock twitch against him.
He pulled back just long enough to ask, “You’ve a preference?” before kissing John again.
"Told you. I go either way." Right now he liked the idea of Seb taking charge, though, of forgetting that he'd once again fallen in with a stranger.
“Mind if I fuck you up against the wall?” Seb growled, nipping at John’s neck, leaving blossoming bites. John was thick, clearly well muscled, but given his height, he was so easy for Seb to manipulate. A bit like Jim , he thought, then pushed the thought aside. Nothing about John was like Jim. He wasn’t a fucking psychopath, for one.
But John was beautiful and strong and fuck , Seb wanted him every way he could take him.
"Just fuck me," ordered John. He wanted Seb sober, wanted to surrender.
“Yes, Captain,” Seb chuckled, and pressed John against the wall near a decorative table. He opened the drawer and smiled when he saw the lube was still there. He pulled it out, setting it on the table as he rearranged John. Using his own weight at leverage to keep John pinned to the wall, Seb pulled one leg after the other over his shoulders, leaving John folded nearly in half. He tugged at John’s pants, pulling them towards his thighs, and ran his hands over John’s arse, two fingers drifting down the cleft, to make sure he’d have ample access to John’s hole. He circled the rim, pushing against John to bite at his neck again, and then with one hand, reached for the lube.
John groaned, trusting Seb, wanting the bit of pain with the pleasure.
Seb spilled the lube, giving an idle curse as it coated his hand, and reached down, letting his fingers slick the way. He slipped a finger into John, just to knuckle, and moaned, “Christ you’re hot. And so fucking tight.”
“Been a long time since anyone fucked me.”
“Gonna fix that,” Seb muttered, slowly working John open, teasing him with one finger, then two. He’d heard the loss in John’s voice, but figured it wasn’t his place to ask. Even if it were, this was definitely not the time. “So much fucking lube, it’s dripping down my wrist,” he commented, taking his time, watching John pant and writhe between him and the wall, “One more finger, you ready?”
“Yeah… god yeah…” John was sweating as he writhed, just needing, glad that Seb felt in no way like his last lover.
The pure fucking want in John’s voice was spine tingling, and Seb groaned as he pushed a third finger into John. John was holding on tight to him, breath hot on his neck, his arse sopping wet, clenching around his fingers like a wanton whore, and Seb couldn’t take it anymore. “That enough, Doc?” he asked, hoping like hell John was ready.
“God, yes,” groaned John, canting his hips as much as he could in the tight space. “Fuck me, Seb.”
“Fucking gorgeous, the way you say my name,” Seb panted, letting John’s legs fall off his shoulders into the crooks of his arms. He angled himself, then lowered his arms, feeling John open up around him. The three fingers were good, but not quite enough, and Seb moved slowly as John tossed his head back and gaped at how wide he had to stretch to accommodate Seb’s cock. Seb smirked; his cock might not have been long, but it was certainly thick enough, which seemed to be all that mattered, with men, women, and enbys alike. “Good, isn’t it?” Seb asked, easing John down, feeling his cock enveloped with what felt like liquid fire.
“Yeah, God, move, Seb.” John squeezed around him, reaching one hand up to tangle in the nape of his neck.
Carefully, Seb pulled out partway, then slid back in. There was less resistance this time, but he was afraid to rush too much, and he dropped his head forward, looking down towards John’s cock, trapped and leaking between them. His rhythm remained steady, taking deep breaths and keeping pace with them, eyes closed, mind focusing on how John clung to him, how he could feel John’s heartbeat, and his own, the slide of his cock, the grip of John’s arse around him; it was all fanning a fire, spreading quickly through his veins, smoldering deep, hotter and hotter, but contained. This was no, quick, flash-in-the-pan fuck.
John opened his eyes to watch Seb, seeing the concentration on his face. It warmed something in his heart that he thought had long since gone cold.
Realising he was likely closer to climax than John, Seb let one hand drift to John’s cock, the impressive member quite a bit longer and nearly as thick as his own. “You weren’t kidding,” Seb huffed, remembering John’s smug voice last night. He stroke John in time with his own thrusts, the excess lubricant on his hand making it that much easier.
Groaning, John writhed against him. “Feels so good.”
“Like that?” Seb asked, “Or you gonna tell me what you want?” Seb kept his pace, but was willing to adjust.
“You can keep going just like that,” John felt himself dancing on a knife’s edge.
The pace was demanding, and the anticipation was goddamned delightful. The gasps and moans John tried to hide were fucking music, and added to the filthy slick sounds of his cock plunging into John, the little pop as the head of John’s cock slid in and out of his fist, and his own desperate whimpers, it was a symphony of sex. There was only one thing missing.
“Fuck, Doc,” Seb begged, needing the push, “Say my name again, just like before.”
“Seb,” John groaned, needy. “Sebastian.”
Christ , that was it, hearing his name like that; Seb held tight, plunging fast and hard, fucking relentlessly into John’s body, crying out as he came, throb after throb, releasing himself deep inside John.
John came between them, shuddering with the force of it, letting his head drop back against the wall with a thunk as he felt Seb filling him.
Seb pressed a hand to the wall to hold both he and John up through the aftershock of his orgasm. He leaned in to kiss John tenderly, letting himself take his time, then slowly pulled out and knelt to let John stand on his own. Once John was down, Seb grabbed John’s waist, pulling him to his mouth, and he began to lap up the come that had smeared down John’s front. At the same time, he brought his hand back to John’s arse, dripping with come, and with two fingers, pressed his come back inside John, feeling it thick inside him, and wanting it to stay there.
John groaned again. “If you’ve got a butt plug, I’m amenable to let you use it. I want to feel you all day,” he breathed.
Seb groaned again at the thought, taking a moment to think as he moved to wash John’s cock with his tongue. Did he have a plug that hadn’t been used? Could he get one? And how the fuck was John so fucking big that even soft he could make Seb gag?
John ran fingers through his hair. “We could order a plug, I bet your butler could get one. Or you could just eat out my arse for now and we can get one later.”
John was going to kill him. Just bloody murder him with ecstasy . He flipped John, face to the wall, pulling his cheeks apart, and watched as his come dripped from John’s red, quivering hole. He licked a broad stripe, starting where the ejaculate had started to trickle down John’s thigh, and up to his arse, tenderly caressing the raw flesh, before slipping his tongue inside to seek out more of the bitter taste of his own come. It was never the taste, but the act itself that drove him wild, and he barely came up for air until John was as clean as Seb could make him.
John was a gasping mess by the time Seb was finished, oversensitive and nearly high from the sensations. “God, Seb,” he giggled as the other man finally pulled away.
“Not even close,” Seb growled playfully, biting softly at John’s arse. “How bout I give you that tour now? Bathroom, first, yeah?”