[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, M/M, HEA]
When Sandy climbed into a crate, he hadn’t expected it to be filled with supplies for a pirate ship. Now he’s being forced to work for his trip. No big deal though, at least he's not dead. While he tries to adjust to being free from his old life, he starts to grow feelings for the man put in charge of watching him, the third mate, Brian.
Brian knows he shouldn’t get close to Sandy. The guy is a temptation he can’t afford to let himself indulge in. He plans to keep their interaction to an absolute minimum, even if they’re sharing a room. Too bad it seems Sandy has other plans.
The Navy hunts down the Galaxia and crew demanding the release of a hostage. As they make a run from the Navy, a third party arrives, Crane and the Red Falcon, and suddenly the crew is fighting to protect their little stowaway. Brian needs to find a way to protect his new roommate.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Panting, Sandy looked over his shoulder as he entered the shipping yard. Crowds of filthy people milled about the large, open space. Shuttles, pods, and ships from all over the galaxies were docked here, either loading or unloading their less than legal merchandise. Thebes’ second largest port was a hot bed for crime. Then again, so was the entire planet. Sandy remembered the first time he’d seen this dock yard. He’d been marched out of a ship and right into the bed of a man he was now running from.
Turning the corner, Sandy ducked behind a few men and followed them deeper into the port. His heart was pounding in his chest as he considered the possibility of being caught, again. He’d tried time and time again to get away, each attempt always resulted in him being found and dragged back to that room. That overly posh room where he was chained to the bed and—Sandy shook his head, ridding it of the memories. He needed to think straight if he was going to get off this planet.
“Hey, we need this crate loaded next!” someone shouted.
Glancing to the group of men across the way, he noticed the numerous crates of supplies just waiting to be loaded onto one of three shuttles. As he crossed the yard, he tried to spot an insignia, but couldn’t find one. At this point, he didn’t care what kind of merchants these people were. This was the farthest he’d ever gotten before, and he was not about to snub luck for this opportunity.
While the men’s backs were turned, Sandy climbed into one of the crates filled with canned food. When the cans toppled over, he held his breath, waiting for someone to investigate the sound. When no one did, Sandy nestled down and waited.
“Check over there!” The sound of a familiar voice dragged Sandy from his silent waiting. He wished the crate was wooden, then he might be able to look between the planks to see how close the search party was.
“Woah, who the hell are you?” a rough, intimidating voice demanded. The man sounded close, as if he was standing right in front of the crate.
“I need to check your cargo,” a voice Sandy knew all too well growled. The voice belonged to Dez, a disgusting weasel of a man that always slunk after men of higher power.
“You do realize who we are, right?” the rough voice asked.
There was a pause, and then Dez quickly started to apologize for his rude behavior and abrupt manner. Sandy wondered whose cargo he’d climbed into to get Sylvain’s grunt to back off so quickly. Realizing he’d discover that answer when he was on board the ship, Sandy closed his eyes and settled in for a long wait.
* * * *
Brian glared at the scrawny man as he skulked back to his group of thugs. He didn’t recognize the man, but he did remember a few of the faces the man was with. Low level muscle that ran the bottom streets of Sector 67, or Little Eden, as the locals liked to call it. Making sure the group got a good look at his gun, Brian turned sideways and motioned for Darrel and Mark to keep an eye on them. He didn’t want these scavengers going through their cargo and helping themselves to what they saw fit.
“Trouble?” Craig asked walking over to him, his dark green eyes trained on the group across the way. He was an imposing looking man. The scar running down the left side of his face made him even more terrifying.
“Nothing we can’t handle.” Brian smirked. “The weasel-looking one said he needed to check our cargo.”
“For what?” Craig frowned.
Brian shrugged. “Don’t know, and I didn’t give him time to explain. Told him to get lost and warned him against messing with us.”
Laughter left the first mate before he clapped Brian on the shoulder. “Did you use Sidney’s name?”
“Didn’t have to.” Brian pointed to the insignia on his jacket. “He saw this and paled. Backed off pretty easily after that.”
“At least he knows us,” Craig looked back to the group and grinned, though with the scar pulling at his lip, it came out more like a snarl. “I’ll leave the rest to you.”
“Got it covered.” Brian shooed the man away. He knew Craig had other things to do. Keeping him held up here to handle a ragtag group of punks didn’t make sense. Besides, if they tried for the cargo again, Darrel would just shoot them. That would be the end of it.
“Last crate loaded,” a deckhand said as he came off the shuttle. “We’re ready to return to the Galaxia.”
“Okay, load up, men!” Brian ordered. He was the last on a shuttle after making sure the other two shuttles’ doors were closed. He closed the third door himself before going to the front of the shuttle and initiating take off.
The Galaxia was stationed a hundred klicks outside Thebes’ atmosphere. In the shuttles, it took them a little over thirty minutes to reach the large ship. Without the heavy loads weighing them down, the trip usually only took five to ten minutes, depending on speed.
Brian easily maneuvered the shuttle into the cargo bay to be unloaded. A separate group was responsible for that, along with counting the contents. Maggie would be in charge of that part. With the shuttles making it safely onto the Galaxia, Brian’s job was done.
Opening the door, Brian left with the rest of his group and headed for his bunk. He wanted some peace and quiet before having to report to the bridge.
Leaning down, he ran his tongue along the outer shell of Sandy’s ear before whispering, “Time to wake up, my little mouse.”
Blue eyes opened slowly, blinking away the sleep that kept them closed before looking up to Brian. There was definitely a heat within those clear pools, but was that heat going to be rejected or accepted? Brian waited as he traced lazy circles on Sandy’s hip.
“What’s going on?” Sandy asked, his eyes narrowing for a second before he shifted to his back. With his movement, Brian’s hand came in direct contact with Sandy’s awakening cock. Instantly, Sandy froze, his body going ramrod straight.
“Shh,” Brian soothed, moving his hand back onto Sandy’s hip, avoiding the fresh bandage. “I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
Watching closely, Brian poised himself for a rejection. Maybe he should’ve woken Sandy up first, before he started touching. But he just couldn’t resist the temptation to tease the man as he slept so defenselessly.
Sandy swallowed loudly before sitting up. He reached out for Brian, tracing his lips with his fingers. “Can you kiss me?”
It wasn’t a rejection, and that was all that mattered. Closing the distance between them, Brian gently pressed his lips to Sandy’s. He lingered there for a moment before slipping his tongue out and running it along Sandy’s lips. Dipping between them, he licked at Sandy’s teeth until the smaller man opened up for him.
He coaxed Sandy into reciprocating by nibbling and sucking on his lips. It took a bit, but soon Sandy was leaning into Brian and wrapping his arms around his neck. Resisting the urge to smirk, Brian continued to take the kiss slow, easing Sandy in.
When Sandy slid his tongue against Brian’s, he knew he had him. Reaching behind Sandy, Brian pulled him onto his lap, again being sure to be careful of the bandaged hip, one leg on either side. The fact Sandy was undressed definitely made this situation much easier for Brian to continue as he mapped every inch of Sandy’s body with his hands.
Sandy arched into Brian’s touch. Small moans started to rise from him as Brian continued to tease him.
“You like being petted?” Brian husked into Sandy’s ear. He intentionally stated it as a question. If Sandy did refute, then he would know to back off. “Come on, little mouse, do you like this?” he asked as he ran his hands down to Sandy’s ass, cupping the perfectly shaped mounds for a brief moment before releasing them and massaging back up his back.
A sharp nod of Sandy’s head was quickly followed by a breathy, “Yes.”
Smirking, Brain moved one of his hands around to the front. He played with one of Sandy’s nipples, teasing it to a peak. With each new action he took, he listened to Sandy’s breathing, being sure to note any negative changes, should they occur. So far he was doing perfect. Sandy showed no signs of discomfort or displeasure.
Taking his hand further down, Brian traced a path to Sandy’s groin. He grazed his fingers along the erect tip of his lover’s cock, earning him a sharp intake of breath. Stilling for a moment, Brian waited to see if he’d overstepped, but Sandy pressed closer, thrusting his hips up so his cock rubbed against Brian’s hand.
Reclaiming Sandy’s lips in a slightly more passionate kiss, Brian wrapped his hand fully around Sandy’s length and started stroking him slowly.
“Brian,” Sandy moaned into the kiss, his hips hitching ever so slightly with the movement of Brian’s hand.
“Right here, little mouse,” Brian responded. He held Sandy steady with his free hand as he picked up the pace on Sandy’s cock. Using the pre-cum dripping from Sandy’s swollen head, Brian lubricated Sandy’s shaft, making the movements of his hand smoother.
“Oh god,” Sandy cried out, his body arching sharply as he came, spilling his seed into Brian’s palm and across both their stomachs.
Brian was a bit shocked—he hadn’t expected Sandy to come so quickly from just a hand job—but he didn’t stop stroking him until Sandy was completely spent.
Shifting Sandy back onto the bed, he laid him out on his back before licking up the cum covering his hand. “Did that feel good?”
Again, Sandy nodded his head before answering, “Yeah.”
He couldn’t help the self-satisfied smirk that crossed his lips. Knowing he’d brought his partner pleasure always turned him on. Seeing Sandy panting and shivering from the aftershocks of coming beneath him was a huge turn on, and he wasn’t even done playing with the little mouse yet.
“Ready for more?” Brian asked, leaning over and biting at Sandy’s ear.
His answer was a low moan as he bit and sucked his way down Sandy’s throat and across his shoulder. He wasn’t trying to leave any hickies, but he did bite hard enough to give Sandy just the barest sensation of teeth. The minimalist pressure seemed to be perfect if Brian was to go off the whimpers leaving Sandy’s mouth.
Moving from Sandy’s shoulder down to his chest, he nibbled on his collarbone for a second before snagging one nipple between his teeth and biting down just a bit more than previously. A sharp cry left Sandy almost instantly, his body arcing off the bed, and his hands burying in Brian’s hair, holding him to his chest.
He likes this. Good.
Brian continued to tease the small nipple with his teeth as he roamed his hands down the sides of Sandy’s body. Coming to his waist, he tucked his hands beneath Sandy and started to massage his ass cheeks in tandem with each bite to his chest.