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Poker Night
Fox looked
up when he saw his father wander by with a duffel bag over his shoulder,
scrolling through cell phone messages as he walked. “Poker
night, dad?”
“Yeah, I
assume so, but I can’t get through to the guys. Will you be ok here for the
weekend?”
“You kidding? I’m always ok.” Fox grinned, leaning back in his
chair.
James
looked amused. “Right. If you throw any parties, I
expect the house cleaned up before I return, and no cops to be waiting for me. We good?”
“We’re
excellent. See you later.”
Falco watched in amazement as James saluted lightly and
walked out the door, then turned back to Fox. “He trusts you enough to leave
you here for the weekend?”
“Well yeah.
He always grocery shops beforehand.”
“That’s not
my point. My parents would never leave the house to me for the weekend, it’d be leveled by the time they got back.”
Fox looked
at him. “You heard him. Besides, that’s enough to keep me honest usually. Who
likes cleaning? Argh.”
James
sighed, propping his heels up on the consol of his arwing
as it held it’s position. That’s the only thing that
annoyed him about this monthly trip. It took an hour of sublight
to get to the station itself, and usually about the same amount to get in. The
station, a huge one on the rim of Lylat proper,
always had huge ships around it that were docking or launching, and even a
small fighter had to be delayed to get by the traffic snarl.
Pigma always gave him shit about this. Not only was he
trusting enough to leave his son alone for the weekend, instead of playing
poker with his team, he met up with some old friends that Peppy and Pigma didn’t even know. Which was alright with James, it
wasn’t so much that they wouldn’t get along or anything, he just liked it when
not everything related to work. These particular friends of his were the crew
of a freight cruiser, an independent group he’d known most of since elementary
school.
And it was
bugging the hell out of him that he hadn’t been able to get through to him.
He’d spent a small fortune on a cell phone that could roust ship frequencies,
and he’d been unable to connect to their freighter. Frustrating,
but nothing to be done.
The radio
buzzed at him, an AI intoning that he was clear to dock and rattling off the
docking bay number. He took his feet down and followed the instructions,
dodging between cruisers and through the busy dock, taking his slip without an
issue. The dock workers were busy enough they didn’t even notice him.
He
clambered out with his duffel bag back over his shoulder, closing the fighter
and heading out of the bay. Once in the main halls, he was able to find a
terminal, and brought up the list of ships currently docked with the station.
He wasn’t too surprised when his friends’ freighter didn’t show up on the list,
so he put in a call to station offices resignedly. Nothing like being put on
hold on a terminal after being put on hold to dock.
After
several minutes, one of the dock officers appeared on screen, looking at him.
“What do you need?”
“I need to
know if a certain heavy freighter is scheduled to dock tonight. The Axenstar.”
“The
terminals should be able to show that on a search.”
“Terminals
don’t show military vehicles and the Axenstar is a
converted battleship.” James replied patiently.
“Ah, right,
let me look.” There was a pause, typing could be heard and the dock officer was
obviously looking offscreen. “Well, she was but it
was cancelled less then an hour ago. Are you James McCloud by chance?”
“Yeah, why?”
“The crew
of the Axenstar left a message for a Commander James
McCloud, would you like me to send it to your terminal screen.”
“That would
be nice of you. Thanks.”
James
watched the terminal screen blank, then text pop up.
James – Sorry, last minute thing, triple pay
to haul cargo long distance. Catch you next month. We left a room deposit for
the weekend at the following account number. Peace out.
“Well that was nice of them.”
James finally grumbled to himself, staring at the screen, then
hitting the touchscreen sequence to activate the room
deposit. Hell, it was a nice room too, a suite! He pondered, rubbing his chin, then hit the button to make the terminal spit out the
keycard for the room. Even if he wasn’t going to play poker, hell, he could
change and hang out in one of the bars.
“This
really burns my ass.”
Wolf looked
up from his aimless game of solitaire on one of the ship terminals. “Lord almighty, Leon.
They’re late. It happens.”
“Yeah, but
read this.” Leon
sniveled, shoving the printout under Wolf’s nose.
Wolf took
and read it. “A two day delay? Well, nice to have a
time estimate.”
“Apparently
it’s already gone through Andross, so we’re just
supposed to hang out for the time being and wait to escort.” Leon
huffed.
“Well, that
works fine for me then.” Wolf stood and stretched languidly. “You going to hang here?”
“Yeah, probably, why?”
“I’m going
to check out the station bars. See you later.”
“Provided you can find our docking slip while drunk, sure.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Wolf left the command deck of the ship, grabbing his duffel on the way out, sighing once he
was in the station hallway. Man, it felt good to be out of there. Leon
was alright, but he was wound tighter then a thirty day clock and it did
nothing for Wolf’s nerves. Besides, if he had his way, he wouldn’t have to
bother coming back to the ship drunk. At the very least, he’d splurge and get a
room on the station. Screw it.
It wasn’t
too hard to figure out where the station bars were, and he picked the one with
the most attractive name, Midnight Velvet. Walking in, the décor matched the
name. The metal of the station had been blacked out,
the lights were dialed to a low hazy blue in most areas. A dance club, not a
bar, lit well enough to see but dim enough to be flattering to almost anybody,
the darker corners of the club almost lost in obscurity.
Hell, Wolf
felt right at home, and the music wasn’t bad, oscillating between dance and goth tunes. What did surprise him
was that the club was decently populated, apparently
this is where the younger space-fairing crowd hung out. After glancing around,
he headed for the bar, grinning.
He was
waiting for his drink when he felt someone eying him, and turned, getting ready
to defend himself and being caught soundly off-guard. The person doing the
eying was a vulpine man, older then Wolf but he couldn’t tell by how much. He
was standing and leaning on the bar with one arm, wearing a concert tee and
leather pants. Wolf did a double-take on the leather pants, and almost
whistled. Hello there.
“Your uniform.” The owner of the nice pants prompted,
leveling a finger at him, the rest of the attached hand holding a beer bottle.
“BlackSky Mercenary Corps, right?”
Wolf lifted
his eyebrows, getting his drink and thanking the bartender bot.
“Good eye, in this light.”
“Eh, the
shoulder badge is pretty unique.” The vulpine took a drink, eyes still
lingering on Wolf. “You guys are good. Never seen a bad pilot
in BlackSky. Which brings me to the question, dare I ask what you’re doing here? This is a
commercial station.”
Wolf
snorted, taking a drink of his lager. “I was contracted to do an escort job,
with the open-ended option to take more jobs with the same employer afterward.
But the shipment’s been delayed at least two days. So I’m stuck here.”
“Believe
me, I understand. That’s the military at its finest, hurry up and wait.” James
chuckled, setting his now-empty bottle down and tapping the bar next to it. The
nearest bartender, a living person this time, gave him another.
“Ah,
military man yourself?”
“Indeed.”
James offered his hand. “Call me J.”
Wolf shook
his hand, mildly impressed with his grip. “Wolf, and
yes it’s a callsign, not my real name. So, J as in the letter or Jay as in the shortened name?”
“Yes.”
James grinned at him.
Wolf lifted
an eyebrow. “So that’s how it is, hmm?”
James only
kept the grin, turning so he leaned back against the bar, watching the dance
floor. Wolf did the same, sneaking looks at the older man, and wasn’t surprised
when he didn’t get away with it. “What pray tell are you examining so
intently?”
A tight ass in excellently
cut leather. “Eye candy.” He finally replied, letting himself smirk
before looking back at the dance floor.
“Flattery
can get you all sorts of places.” James was amused. “You’re only, what, a
decade younger then me?”
“What’s
your point?”
“None yet.” He took a drink, looking at Wolf sideways and
pondering, smiling a bit.
“And what
are you looking at, then?”
“Mm, I’ll
let you know.” James made himself look back at the dance floor, trying to
convince himself toward sanity. He really hadn’t come here to hook up with
someone, let alone a guy, but how long had it been since he’d met someone who
put his hackles up like this? He’d wanted to make some
somewhat normal chat, but common sense was being drowned by curiosity,
wondering what was behind that eyepatch, wondering
how loudly he could get Wolf to howl.
Wolf kept
his eyes on the dance floor, turning his now-empty mug in his hands, feeling
his hackles go up as J’s heavy gaze raked his body again, nearly returning the
favor. He’d wanted to spend the night with someone anyway, but didn’t figure
it’d be the first person he spoke to at the bar. He huffed, sliding a glance
toward the older man, who was leaning on the bar, like nothing was going on
here, watching people on the dance floor and smiling to himself a bit. Dear god, he’s hot… I could only hope to age
that well. Wolf twisted to put his empty mug back on the bar, pondering. I wonder how old he is, anyway. I doubt he’s
ten years older then me, he looks too good. Then again…
He glanced again, and this time accidentally caught J’s eyes.
James
stared back, eyes half-lidded, and wasn’t surprised when Wolf’s return gaze was
just as electric, Wolf actually twitching but refusing to back down. “You know,
if I was any more tactful I’m sure I’d come up with some flowery thing to say
about not wanting to spend the night alone.” He finally remarked, voice quiet,
but Wolf still heard him, lifting an eyebrow. “But I’ve never been one for
tact.” He shifted and stood up straight, setting his empty bottle on the bar
and dropping some credits next to it.
Wolf stayed
where he was, watching this silently and fighting the urge to growl.
“That said, I’m just going to ask if you want to fuck.”
“Your place or mine?” Wolf replied, not surprised that his
voice was nearly a snarl, scooping his bag back off the floor.
“I’ve got a
suite on the station.”
“Yours then.”
The two
wandered out of the bar side by side, James pausing by a station map to
double-check how to get to said suite then heading for a lift, Wolf close
behind him. The lift was empty, and Wolf growled and pounced, pushing James
against the wall and kissing him hard, hands wrapping around James’ wrists.
James growled back through the kiss, biting one of Wolf’s lips nearly hard
enough to draw blood, getting his wrists free and spinning, hands in Wolf’s
back pockets, holding the hard kiss. Wolf fought for a few seconds for the
upper hand, but before he got it, James let him go and keyed in the floor they
needed, grinning. “This will be interesting.” He finally said, breaking the
silence. “We’re both used to being tops.”
“Speak for
yourself, old man.” Wolf heard himself say. “Because you’re
going to be under me within ten minutes.”
“Dream on, kid.” James lifted an eyebrow. “I take
that as a challenge.”
The lift
opened, and they proceeded down the hallway, James keying the door open and
letting Wolf go in first. Wolf allowed it, and wasn’t surprised that he was
grabbed from behind the minute he set his bag down, James biting his neck as he
ran both hands down Wolf’s front, not stopping at the beltline. Wolf allowed a
moan before jerking free and turning around, catching James’ mouth for another
fierce kiss, yanking on the concert shirt. James ignored the impatient tug,
simply grabbing either side of Wolf’s uniform shirt and yanking, the buttons
flying off. Wolf growled in protest through the kiss, then
yipped when James’ response was to pinch one of his nipples, giving up and
tearing the concert shirt in an attempt to get it off, breaking the kiss and
grabbing James’ wrists again.
“Guess
we’re almost even.” James said begrudgingly, looking at his ripped shirt,
panting. “It’s an old shirt, I don’t care.”
“Whatever, take it off.”
“Depends,
are you going to take yours off?”
The two
stared at each other. James tugged on his wrists, and when he wasn’t released
started to growl, not an angry noise as much as a dominant one. Wolf growled
back, baring his teeth.
“We came
here to fuck, not fight.” James finally remarked, eyes
narrowed.
“Blood only
makes it sweeter to me.” Wolf replied, panting, shuddering at the idea.
“Be careful
what you wish for, kid.” James flipped his hands so he held Wolf’s wrists, and
moved.
Wolf wasn’t
surprised when James threw him, he was nearly
expecting it, landing on his toes and lunging back at the older man. James
didn’t bother dodging, letting himself get tackled to the floor. At least the suites have carpet, Wolf
thought to himself, crouching over James and growling. James snarled and
flipped them both, pinning him to the floor and kissing him, biting at him.
Wolf responded, struggling against the hold as best he could, tongue diving
into James’ mouth hungrily. James returned the favor, the entire embrace a
small war, eyes mostly shut. He was uncomfortable now,
damn uncomfortable, the tight leather looked good but
gave no quarter when he was aroused. Under him Wolf was barely better off, and
didn’t totally appreciate it when James released part of the pin to feel him up
again, a frustrated moan escaping him.
The
confident grab was a distraction, Wolf admitted to himself, but since he was
partially free he took the opportunity to shove James off, panting and glaring
at the older man. James glared back, knocked on his ass, also panting. “I can’t
decide if this is fun or completely frustrating.” Wolf finally said, shaking
his head.
“I’m going
with fun.” James replied, taking off his torn shirt. Wolf blinked, eyes raking
up and down his chest and abs, then lunged at him again, hands running over the
older man greedily, biting at his neck and shoulder. This time James laughed,
sprawled on his back with his head tipped back, submitting for the time being.
“Doesn’t take much to set you off, does it?” He panted this out, body arched
into the attention, hissing when Wolf bit his shoulder hard.
“You are
fucking gorgeous.” Wolf drug his claws lightly down
James’ body, not surprised when the subject of his attention growled and thrust
his hips upward, squirming. “And I love your pants, by the way. They’re
practically the first thing I noticed.” He grinned, shifting to cup one hand
over the front of James’ pants, prompting another thrust. “My god, are you
submitting to me?”
“Nope.” Not waiting for that to register, James grabbed
Wolf’s uniform and pulled him down, then rolled again. “Just giving you time to
take a good look at me.” He grinned, holding Wolf’s wrists above his head
one-handed, the other hand tugging on Wolf’s belt. Wolf glared up at him but
didn’t protest, rather begrudgingly figuring fair was
fair. “So tell me this, when was the last time you were on bottom?”
“Oh hell, I
was a teenager…”
Seeing the
shift in Wolf’s behavior, James released his wrists and simply flopped on top
of him, body jolting as their hardons pressed
together, pants or not. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess someone
hurt you. Which is why you’re not in a hurry to let me stay
on top.”
“I’m so not
dignifying this with an answer.” Wolf glared. “Had I wanted this to be
personal, I’d have suggested dinner and a movie first.”
“Fair enough.” James agreed amiably, then
leaned to whisper in his ear. “I’m not going to hurt you, and if I do it’ll
feel fucking excellent.” Grinning when Wolf actually shook under him, he moved
and knelt straddling Wolf, tugging him up so he was sitting, kissing him again
as he tugged at the uniform again. Wolf moaned, eyes closing and shrugging out
of the top section of his uniform, claws scratching James’ back when his
nipples were pinched again. “Submitting?” He whispered this against Wolf’s
mouth, who growled feebly. “I’ll ask again once I get you naked.”
Why the hell does it break my brain every
time he says something reasonably dirty? Wolf groused to himself, burying
his face into James’ chest, then blinking when the other man promptly moved
away, walking to the bed and sitting on the edge of it, unlacing his boots. At least he keeps me on my toes. “For
the record, you’re extremely fucking weird.” This came out in a frustrated tone
of voice as he took off his boots and staggered to his feet, eyes widening when
James replied by standing back up, now just in the
leather pants. No panty line? Oh dear
god, why didn’t I notice that before?
“That
probably goes for both of us.” James turned his back, crawling on the bed. Wolf
shook and lunged, tackling James into the bed with a growl. James laughed again
and rolled, pawing at him.
“You
presented the target.” Wolf knelt over him, looking down at him and pondering
if there was anything in this bedroom to tie him up with. Not that he figured
it’d hold the older man for more then two seconds. “You’re still completely
convinced you’re going to be on top, aren’t you?”
“I plan on
having you howling within half an hour or so.” James lifted an eyebrow lazily.
“And that’s before I even get inside you.”
“Uh huh. How do you plan on doing that?”
James stuck
out his tongue and curled it up, showing that he could not only lick his nose,
but curl the tip of his tongue over the top side of his muzzle. Wolf’s eyes
widened again. “Answer your question?” James’ voice was playful.
“You’re
serious.”
“Mmhm, but there are some strings
attached.”
“Boy that
figures.” Wolf shoved off of him and sat next to him, staring down at him.
James didn’t move, just stretched out languidly, his eyes barely open. “Which
are?”
“Get naked,
lay on your back, and stay there. And if I can get you
to howl, you’re on bottom the first round.”
Wolf stared
at him, then nodded. “Alright, old
man. You’re on.”
“I most
certainly will be shortly.”
Wolf shook
his head and rolled off the bed, turning his back as he hurriedly undid his
pants the rest of the way, then stopping when he heard another zipper, looking
over his shoulder. James was also stripping down, but wasn’t in a hurry,
kneeling on the bed with his pants undone. Wolf stared. “No. Keep the pants
on.”
“Alright,
fine, but they’re staying undone.” James fidgeted with his pants until he was
marginally more comfortable, not surprised when Wolf climbed on the bed and got
behind him, kissing his neck and sliding his hands down James’ front again.
“Hey. We have an agreement.”
“That was
before you undid your pants. Your fault for being so fucking pretty.” Wolf
trailed his fingers up and down the open zipper line, then
wrapped a hand around James’ hardon. James groaned
and leaned back into him, eyes fluttering. “So. Fair
is fair, when were you last fucked?” He licked James’ ear to follow the
question up, other hand wrapped around James’ hip to hold him in place.
“It’s been
a while, a few years at least.” James admitted, a small frustrated growl
escaping him, almost falling backward when Wolf let him go and moved, flopping
onto his back with one leg bent.
Seeing
James’ surprised look, Wolf smirked. “I agreed to something. Just
had to get my hands on you first.”
James shook
his head and moved to crouch over him, biting his throat with a growl. Submit. Wolf sighed and went limp under
him, whining softly, and was rewarded when James moved, a warm talented tongue
licking his neck then shifting downward to continue the torment on his nipples.
Wolf panted, shoving at James shoulders, whining in frustration when James only
moved slower, then sniggering when James’ whiskers
tickled his stomach.
James
himself was schooling his willpower. The impulse to just grab Wolf’s ankles and
fuck him hard was there, but he brushed it off. Better to take it slow, maybe
then he’d get to keep Wolf most of the weekend. It was obvious Wolf was
obscenely horny, more so when Wolf yelped the first time James’ tongue ran down
his length. James replied by grabbing and pinning his hips, preventing him from
moving as he kissed and licked, winding his newfound lover up even more before
he wrapped his mouth around Wolf’s cock.
“Oh dear GOD!” Wolf threw his head back, hands tangling into
the blanket, wrapped in hot wet velvet, the danger of sharp teeth there and
teasing. This wasn’t half-assed, either, he was taken
down to the base, a shockingly hot tongue rolling over him. “Uhn… don’t stop… nmh…” Unable to
thrust into it, he shook under the assault, panting. “James… you are really
good at this…” The soft hum that sounded off may have been acknowledgement,
either way it nearly made him let go right then and there, the faint vibration
almost too much.
James drew
it out as long as he could, until Wolf was writhing under his attentions,
smiling when he heard Wolf’s piercing howl escape, the younger man’s back
arching. He didn’t bother moving, taking it with an easy swallow and pushing
himself up a few moments later, licking the side of Wolf’s muzzle. Wolf pulled
him down into a kiss, hands trembling, he returned it
passionately but broke it off too soon. “So, our agreement?”
He asked, speaking in a whisper next to Wolf’s ear, tongue investigating said
ear after a moment.
“Dear
fucking god, man. How the hell did you get so good at that?” Wolf shook his
head wearily, moaning when James started nibbling his ear. “I agreed, I’ll willingly sub to you. Besides, if you screw as well
as you use that tongue…”
“Mm.” James reached one hand down to gently wrap around
Wolf’s still-hard member, rolling his thumb in a way that made Wolf gasp. “I’ll
let you form your own opinion, how’s that?” Wolf
nodded, watching James roll off the bed and hearing him rummage, about to ask
but James came strolling back twirling a small bottle in one hand, crawling
back on top of him with a low hungry growl. “Get comfortable. You’ll be staying
that way a while.”
Wolf
replied by rolling over onto his stomach, reaching and grabbing a pillow,
wrapping his arms around it and settling his chin on it. James only lifted an
eyebrow, brushing Wolf’s tail aside and exploring him with lube-slicked
fingers. Wolf whined softly, arms tightening on the pillow, then cried out when
the invasive pair of fingers very accurately found a soft spot inside and
stroked over it, his back arching helplessly and shoulders jerking.
James growled softly, removing his fingers and pulling Wolf’s hips up, dragging
the younger man to his hands and knees then shoving inside, fingers curling as
he groaned.
“You are
so… fucking… tight…” James’ voice was raw, moving one hand to stroke down
Wolf’s back, who was shaking gently, head bowed. “Mm. Are you alright?”
Wolf nodded
weakly, the warmth inside him almost felt strange but it hadn’t hurt, which
almost surprised him. James seemed to fill him, and Wolf was glad for the
tension release of his earlier orgasm. If he had been tense, this would have
hurt like a bitch…
James had
to school himself again, every instinct said to go as hard and as fast as he
could, he delayed instinct and took it as slow as he could stand it, shifting
with each thrust until he found an angle that made Wolf groan and scratch at
the bed. Only then did he let himself speed up, body slapping and grinding into
Wolf’s, tossing his head back. Under him, Wolf was moaning and howling, and he
let his voice mingle with Wolf’s.
Wolf also
had his head back, eyes closed and voice dazed. There was no responsibility
here and he loved it, dominance set aside for now. Hearing James’ voice change,
tremoring and desperate, he pushed himself up, also
kneeling, leaning back against the older man and howling louder at the change
in angle. James hissed softly, one arm wrapped around Wolf’s chest and the
other giving Wolf’s cock a single pump as he thrust one last time and stilled,
Wolf jetting into his hand as James emptied inside him, shaking.
“Do you
have somewhere to be anytime soon?” James asked after several moments of dazed
silence, chin rested on Wolf’s shoulder.
Wolf shook
his head, trembling in James’ arms.
“Good. Because I’d be very pleased if you stayed here for the rest of the
weekend.”
Wolf
shifted to look at James over his shoulder. “You’re serious?”
“You’re way
too hot for just one go around.” James smiled a bit. “Besides, the idea of
waking up holding on to you turns me on almost as much as you naked.” He
grinned when Wolf lifted an eyebrow, kissing him gently.
“I don’t
think anyone has asked me to stay and cuddle before.”
“First time for everything, kid.”
A few
minutes later they were both sprawled on top of the covers, James on his back
and Wolf flopped on top of him, cuddled in his arms. James traced lazy circles
on Wolf’s shoulders and stared at the ceiling, not entirely surprised when he
felt Wolf relax into sleep.
Wolf sighed
and leaned, bowing his head. The shower spray washed down his neck and back,
hot water soothing sore muscles. He stared at the tiles, letting his mind
wander. James had told him the rooms came with nearly unlimited water, and that
the station water was clean, not recycled. Good enough, he was going to take
advantage of it.
The weekend
had been interesting, he could say that much. James knew the station well, and
when they weren’t busy crying each other’s names they were wandering about. By
Wolf’s count, he’d eaten at four good restaurants so far, which was surprising
considering this place was just a trading station really.
The one
thing that was frustrating him was, he still didn’t
know his lover’s real name. He knew it wasn’t ‘J,’ and he felt somewhat lame
yelling that. He wanted to know who this guy was, that could hit every button
he had like it was an inborn talent, and on top of that was apparently a very
knowledgeable pilot. During meals and their wandering, they talked, and ended
up discussing work more then once. The mysterious ‘J’ never mentioned locations
or names, but was able to explain air battles readily, and was a dictionary on
planes, especially space fighters.
Wolf was
totally convinced the man he was sleeping with was a master pilot, and he could
not figure out who the hell he was, who lurked behind those horribly green
eyes. ‘J’ was not a straightforward man, he knew how to be evasive, how to
answer questions and give absolutely no information. Worse, Wolf was pretty
sure Corneria’s Air Force had several fighter aces
that were vulpine, though he didn’t know how old they were.
Of course
that was assuming that ‘J’ was Air Force. BlackSky
wasn’t the only space-fighting mercenary corp.
Dammit, J, who are you?
As if summoned the shower door opened and red-furred arms snared
him from behind, that lean-muscled body that Wolf had come to love pressing up
against his back, and that almost freakishly long tongue licking one of his
cheeks. “Hi.”
Wolf
murmured, twisting his neck so he could nuzzle at ‘J’. “Hello yourself, decided to join me?”
“Mm. I have to say goodbye to you later today, don’t I?”
Wolf
blinked, then nodded. “Yeah.”
“Then I’m
going to look at your beautiful body as much as I can before then. If I get my
fill now I think I can manage not to grab your ass in front of your copilots.”
James sniggered, giving him a squeeze. To him, this weekend had gone by too
quickly, and he had already grown used to waking up holding on to the younger
man. A bad sign, he knew, but he didn’t care.
“J?” Wolf
leaned back into the older man, ignoring the hot water, which mingled their fur
together as it ran.
“Mm?”
“Who the
hell are you?”
“I’ve told
you, I’m a pilot and have been most of my life.”
“You know
what I mean. Why won’t you tell me your name?”
“Why won’t
you tell me your last name?” James asked, one of his fingers drawing circles on
Wolf’s stomach. When he didn’t get a reply, James continued. “I think we both
know that there isn’t any commitment here. We both needed something, we both
got it, and lucky for us both, we actually get along.” He gave Wolf a squeeze.
“I like you a lot, alright? But I don’t think either of us are in a position
where dating is really an option. Am I right?”
“… Yeah.” Wolf sighed. “Guess I just want a better name to
scream.”
James burst
into laughter, unable to help it. “Pretty soon, I don’t think that’ll be a
problem, kid. But then, you’ll probably haunt my dreams for months.”
“It’s
because of the war isn’t it?”
“What?” That brought James up
short.
“The war that’s coming up. That’s why you don’t want to say
your name.” He turned accusing eyes to James. “You don’t know what side you’re
going to be on.”
James
blinked at him, and there was a long silence before he spoke. “You’re good. But
since you said it, that’s your reason too isn’t it?”
Wolf sighed
and nodded.
They were
both quiet for a long time, standing in the hot water, eventually helping each
other wash up then just holding each other, unsure what to say.
“Tell you
what.”
Wolf looked
at James, opening his eyes.
“If we DO
end up on the opposite lines of a small deadly space, here’s what we’ll do.”
James put him to arm’s length, smiling a bit. “We’ll get one on one, beat the
crap out of each other’s planes, find a quiet place to
land because of ‘damage’ and fuck each other’s brains out before anyone can
figure out what’s going on.”
Wolf began
to laugh helplessly. “Unreal. Are you serious?”
“Sure, why the hell not? We’re hot together. And even IF
we’re caught, whatever man. We can say it started as a fistfight and ended up
going horribly wrong. Or something.” James sniggered.
Wolf stared
at him, then just grinned. “Alright, J. Fair enough.”
That said, he moved and pushed James against the tile wall, still grinning.
“One last time before I go be a wage slave?”
“As if you have to ask, kid. Room’s soundproof, make be yell
all you want.”
Leon
was sitting on a random crate waiting when Wolf walked into the docking bay
half an hour before launch, bag over his shoulder and smiling to himself. As Leon
watched, he turned and slapped hands with the older man that had walked in with
him, grinning and exchanging a few words, then wandered over. “Hey, Leon.”
“You’re in
a good mood.”
“Might I
say the bars are excellent, some of the restaurants are just as good, and I had
an excellent weekend.” Wolf smiled. “Shall we?”
“Sure.” Leon
hopped of the crate, looking toward where the unknown man had been to wave at
him, but he was already gone. “Who was that anyway?”
“J.”
“Jay? You
don’t know his last name?” Leon
sounded incredulous.
Wolf smiled
at him. “I’m not even sure that’s his first name. Spent most of the weekend
bullshitting with him, met up for meals and stuff. He’s Air Force or something
though, knows his shit. Gave me some tips.”
“Alright then.” They were quiet for a few minutes until they
arrived on the bridge, Leon
rubbing his chin.
“Something on your mind?”
“Didn’t get
a good look at him, but from what I saw, I’d have done more then bullshitted
with him. But that’s me.” Leon
shrugged at him.
Wolf just
grinned.
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