Ganymede Station Pt. 02

I pulled up enough to take his cock back into my throat and coated it thickly with saliva. Carefully I got to my feet and turned around to face him, planting a foot on either side of his waist, then I lowered myself carefully until my fat ass was hovering just over his manhood.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yup, ever since the last time, I've wanted to try this again." I smiled shyly.

Reaching underneath me I found his spit-slick cock and lifted it to my asshole. I took a couple of deep breaths and then pushed down, feeling his head start to split me open. I exhaled another breath and tried to relax my sphincter muscles as I pushed more of his length into my guts. He moved his hands up my body so he could gently tweak my nipples. The feeling of his cock halfway buried inside and the slight pain in my nipples was fantastic. I panted and drove him further in, finally reaching his flat stomach with my ass.

"Oh yes, oh damn." He murmured as he started to thrust, very slowly at first.

That scabarethen cock was incredible, and I had missed it terribly. I couldn't help but think of all the things I didn't know about myself sexually before Cheyne helped me to explore them. Once I had been stretched enough, I began to lift myself and slam back down. He still played with my furry chest as he bucked in time to my pelvis grinding into him. I reached down and tilted myself back, holding myself just above him, giving him a clear view of his prick impaling my asshole. He sat up and spit into his palms, rubbing them together then grabbing hold of my cock. He stroked me eagerly as he also cupped and played with my bouncing sack.

"Oh baby, gonna be real soon." I told him as I ground my rump down on his crotch.

"Me too, any second." He said hoarsely.

True to my word, the plunging cock inside of me and those skilled hands on my thick maleness brought me to climax mere seconds later. I shouted as my orgasm rocked me.

"Cheyne! Fuck, yes!!" I bellowed as long white ropes shot out of me, coating and dribbling down Cheyne's smooth, flat chest. He leaned back in response and drove his hips against me, I felt his balls slap my ass when he began to unload into my butt. It was a perverse thrill that I could actually feel his seed filling me as he came. He grunted and bucked wildly, his eyes shut tightly as we both climaxed powerfully together. At last he fell back against the bed, struggling to catch his breath. My dick still bobbed and a long string of cum connected it to Cheyne's stomach. I exhaled deeply, sweat rolled down my forehead into my eye. I hauled myself up, letting his slightly softened dick slurp from my hole as I climbed over the edge of the bed.

"Damn I missed doing that with you." I admitted, wiping the sweat from my brow with the back of my forearm.

"Yeah, me too." He said, showing me the widest grin.

"You have a private bathroom, let me clean us both up." I said, leaning over him.

"Okay." He replied simply.

I scooped him up in my arms and carried him toward the bathroom door, admiring the mess I had made on his chest and belly. He ran his finger through the puddle as he caught me looking and took a taste.

"Yum, tastes like Henry!" He said happily.

I chuckled heartily in response.

The little shower actually proved to be larger than the one we had shared back in our apartment. I made sure the water was nice and hot and then pulled him in with me. There were metal railings in this shower, likely for recovering patients to help steady themselves. I made sure that Cheyne had a grip on one before I gently placed him on his feet and set about washing his long dark hair and shoulders. I scrubbed under his arms and down his back. He swished his tail as I washed his perfect rear and around to his stomach and groin.

"You're riling me up again." He said over his shoulder.

"Ahh, to be in my twenties again." I smiled.

When we were finished cleaning up I got dressed and Cheyne pulled on a hospital gown as that was the only clothing he had. He sat on the side of the bed and I plopped down next to him.

"Did they find my box on Carson's ship?" He asked hopefully.

I grimaced and shook my head. "There wasn't anything on the ship. He must have blown it into space so we wouldn't find obvious evidence that you had been with him."

"Oh, well that's too bad." He said quietly.

"It's okay, Cheyne, we'll get you more clothes, some heated jackets." I assured him.

He forced a smile as he looked at me. "I know, it's, not that. I lost my sketchbook. That kinda hurts actually to lose everything I made." He was crestfallen at the realization.

"Not quite everything!" I said as I hopped to my feet.

He gave me a puzzled expression as I carefully dug into the inner pocket of my jacket which was hanging over the back of the chair. I produced a twice-folded piece of paper and brought it over to the bed.

"See?" I unfolded it carefully and showed him the drawing he had made of himself and left for me.

"You found it? You kept it?" He asked, his voice no more than a whisper.

"Of course I did. You made it for me, it's special." I said truthfully. "I've looked at it every night before I go to sleep."

I could see the moisture in his eyes. "You have?" He asked in a faltering voice.

I reached out and stroked his tall ears gently. "I missed you, I told you that." I said.

"I guess you really did." He admitted, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand.

I sat back down and put my arm around his shoulders. "Doctor said this is your last day in hospital. You ready to go home tomorrow? Well, I mean, get on the cruiser and start heading home? I'm going to check in with Reynolds, but I've been messaging him and it sounds like he's going to need to stay for awhile. He assures me he can grab a transport shuttle back, but I can pilot the cruiser, I remembered a few things on the way here. It would be you and me, just like it was."

The young scabarethen straightened up and stared at the wall in front of him. He was silent for a couple of minutes while he thought.

"Cheyne?" I finally asked.

He turned his head to give me a meaningful look. "I'm not going back to Ganymede, Henry, not ever."

CHAPTER 15.

My face showed my surprise. It hadn't occurred to me that he wouldn't come home with me. He had left to get away from me, but now that we were back together why would he...?

He interrupted my reverie by saying, "Henry, I want to be with you, more than anything, but I can't go back there. Leaving wasn't a hard decision to make. What was I really losing? Just you, the chief and the guys at the precinct, but I was also leaving behind memories I wish I never had. I left Tetha behind, that shitty apartment, all those men I had been with who recognized me sometimes. Can you understand?" He asked.

Of course I understood. "Cheyne, I, yes I do. There are so many things I want to leave in the past too, but, where would we go? What do you want to do?" I asked seriously.

"I Don't know, away. We're on Prometheus now, I heard there's a lake here, and parks. Maybe we could live here?" He asked hopefully.

I couldn't help but frown. "Prometheus is no better than Ganymede, I hate to say it, but it's not. Same problems, same type of place, just bigger. Those parks are full of muggers, worse, and the lake is almost polluted to the point of being toxic." I told him.

I watched as he deflated, his shoulders hunching forward. I thought about the predicament, wondered what other options we might have.

"Listen," I began. "We won't leave right away but staying here is temporary. Let me contact some folks, figure things out for both of us. Would you, want to live with me again? If I found something?" I discovered that I was anxious for his answer.

He looked at me again and furrowed his eyebrows. "Yes, Henry, of course I want to live with you again."

There was a wave of relief at hearing his words. "Good. Let's go down and get something to eat in the cafeteria in a little bit. The hospital has already told me that they're paying your medical bills."

"Why would they do that?" He asked.

"Well, they had something of an illegal mess right under their noses and I think they're going to take care of everyone that came out of the stasis pods by way of an apology. Probably trying to keep from getting sued." I explained.

"Huh, well that's kinda cool of them I guess." He responded.

I had Cheyne remain in the room briefly while I went to the gift shop on the first floor and purchased some pretty basic-looking clothing for him. Luckily they had a handful of self-heating coats for scabarethen and I bought one that I thought was nice, although maybe a bit too large. I also purchased some socks and a pair of boots in the kid's size. I returned to the room where he got dressed as I waited.

A short time later we headed down to the commissary and grabbed some trays near the entrance.

We moved about the cafeteria gathering whatever food looked most edible and a couple bottles of water for lunch. We found a table off to one side and sat down to eat, facing each other.

Cheyne looked over the contents on my tray. "Sorry they don't have any beer or anything. It must have been tough for you the last day or so." He said.

I tipped my head to one side and gave him something of a thoughtful expression. "Ya know, it's actually been eight days since my last drink. It was back on Ganymede." It sounded as hard to believe as it was to say it, but it really had been that long.

Cheyne's large eyes grew even wider. "You serious? Not a single drink in all that time? Are you okay? How do you feel?"

I shrugged. "I feel okay. The first few days were really hard, I was sick a lot but Reynolds helped me get through it. Turns out he's a decent guy. I still think about having a drink, almost all the time but, I'm realizing that maybe I don't have to anymore. I've gone this long right?" I said, trying to sound convincing.

He stood up suddenly and leaned across the small table, pulling me into a hug. "Oh Henry, I'm so proud of you! I love you!" He whispered in my ear.

My face became hot as I blushed. "Th-thanks." I said, putting an arm around him in return.

He sat back down and was beaming. "I want you to know I'm here for you. I support you, just like you've done for me." He said seriously.

"Thanks, baby. Listen, I can't make any promises, I don't know how long I can keep it up but, I'm going to do my best." I told him.

"I know you will." He said, placing his hand on mine. His faith in me made me feel like I could do anything.

"I didn't want to be, under the influence when I was looking for you. I wouldn't have forgiven myself if I let anything happen because of, because I needed a drink." I explained.

He gripped my hand tighter and smiled sweetly. We still held hands like that throughout the meal. It was nice, familiar, made me feel loved.

Even though I was supposed to let Cheyne rest and relax on his own during his last night in hospital, when the lights had gone out to let him sleep I crawled under the covers next to him. He had already told me he would only fall asleep if I held him, to let him know he was safe. I happily obliged. For the first night since I had stopped drinking I don't remember having trouble falling asleep. Better than that, I don't think there were any nightmares.

Cheyne got released the following morning, clean bill of health, strong and resilient. It was hard to believe he had actually died three days ago and yet, here he was, big as life. Before we left though we both wanted to stop in to see Mike Reynolds. He had undergone surgery to remove fragments in his gut but it had gone well and he was recuperating better than the doctors had expected.

I knocked at the door to his room even though it had been propped open. When he saw Cheyne and myself he gave us an easy smile. His color was still quite pale but he was sitting up in the hospital bed, alert and active.

"Hey guys, good to see you." He greeted us as we approached his bed. "Cheyne, you look really good." He added.

"Thanks Mike. I'm really happy that you're doing well. I'm sorry you got shot because of me." Cheyne said, looking forlorn.

Reynolds eyebrows shot up his forehead. "Ha! Deac and I were chasing a criminal and we ended up shutting down a big smuggling and organ harvesting ring. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time." He said, folding his arms, though he was chuckling to himself.

"Oh, well then I don't feel too bad." Cheyne responded with a grin.

"How long they going to make you stay here?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Not really sure, another week? Maybe longer, I don't know. But like I told Deacon, you guys can go back in the cruiser, I'll take a shuttle. Maybe kick around here a little bit, use up some of my vacation days." He explained.

"Well," I started. "We might just take the cruiser for a little while but it won't be back to Ganymede."

"Oh yeah?" Reynolds asked.

"Cheyne doesn't want to go back, and honestly, I don't really either. Suppose I'll go where he does." I told him.

"So you guys a couple now, officially?" He asked in a canny way.

I sighed and tousled Cheyne's hair. "Yeah, we are. At some point I figured out my feelings for this guy."

Cheyne smiled up at me. "Yeah, he's alright too." He said, laughing.

Reynolds nodded. "Good for you both, it's about time. So what's next then, if you're not heading back?"

I had been giving it some serious thought over the last day and night but hadn't told Cheyne yet. He would hear it now as I told Reynolds.

"We're going to travel to Olympia, see about starting a life there." I said.

Cheyne whirled around to look at me. On the bed, I could see Reynolds was dubious.

"Look," I said. "I know it's costly but, I have a marshall friend living there who owes me a favor, might be able to find me some work, hopefully Cheyne too. He says the two of us could make something happen, living-wise if we both have steady incomes."

"You and your favors." Cheyne mused.

"Still pretty expensive." Reynolds added.

"Well, if we stayed here it would just be trading one shithole for another. Olympia is the nicest place in the entire sector, I owe it to both of us to make it work." I said, hugging Cheyne against my side.

The sergeant exhaled wistfully. "We'll miss you guys back home, but, I understand. I sure hope you fellas find what you're looking for out there."

"Me too." I said sincerely.

We said our goodbyes and I gave Mike a warm pat on his arm, thanking him for all of his help finding Cheyne, and with me personally back on the ship. He told me to think nothing of it, but I got the feeling we had both become grateful for the other's friendship. Though neither of us gave it voice, we had been through it together, had each other's back when it counted, and created a lifelong bond as a result. I would miss him.

We stopped into a Digita Now store just after we left the hospital. It was one of many chain stores found throughout the galaxy, specializing in various electronics, games and especially smartscreens. Cheyne's device had been stolen or destroyed by Carson at some point and needed replacing. Happily each smartscreen is coded to the personal user by scanning retinas and fingerprints when they are initially programmed. This meant that all of his favorite shows, stories, frequented sites, etc. would be updated in his device once it scanned his eye and fingertip. The new screen was apparently a much nicer, newer model and Cheyne was really excited about the upgrade. Even though it frustrated him, I paid for the thing, explaining that it was my prerogative as his boyfriend. He got quiet when I said it and I watched the fight go out of him. He thanked me quietly when we left the shop.

Most of the day was spent browsing and buying in Prometheus' extensive shopping district. This was Cheyne's first time setting foot anywhere but Ganymede, and he was literally a kid in a candy store, and then a clothing store, followed by a pet store. Rarely, a freighter pilot might have a pet dog with him, but Cheyne had never seen any other animals in person and was very excited. We must have spent two hours inside, playing with various animals, most of them originally from Earth but there were a couple from Scabareth. We stopped for dinner, having skipped lunch in favor of seeing more stores. So we had a nice meal on a patio filled with mostly happy people talking and laughing. Cheyne pointed out that nobody seemed to be laughing and having a fun time back on our home station, and therefore, Prometheus couldn't be as bad as I had said. He had a way of seeing the good in places where I had stopped looking.

We discussed getting a hotel room for the night but both agreed that saving money was a fair concern so we would spend the night on the cruiser. We stopped into a grocery store on our way to the docks, grabbing items that we could use for breakfast in the morning. The store had a little pharmacy section where Cheyne grabbed some lubricant as he gave me a wink. I found more of the pills that Reynolds had given me aboard the ship to help with the nausea I still felt occasionally. When we passed the alcohol racks I hesitated. The bottles were so near and my body yearned in a familiar, addicted way. Cheyne put his hand at the small of my back. He may not understand exactly what I was going through, but I was stronger with him there by my side. I shook my head to clear it before ushering us past. There was an an aisle of old magazines and a few paper goods. These items were mostly hard to find these days as everything was digital and online, but they did have a couple sketchbooks and writing tools. I bought what they had and Cheyne grabbed me in a tight hug.

"So you can start again." I said as he cradled the bag of art supplies in his arms.

"Thank you, it means a lot to me." He said, grinning warmly.

The docks weren't too far from where we ended up after walking most of the day so we headed there by foot. The immense overhead lights were starting to fade as the station transitioned into its night cycle.

"Nice day today, wasn't it?" He asked.

"Yeah, it sure was." I agreed.

He gave me an uncertain expression and I could see him struggling to say something.

"What? What are you thinking?" I asked.

"Would you mind holding my hand?" He asked softly.

"Huh?" I responded, lifting an eyebrow.

He gave a shrug and pushed a silky strand of hair out of his eye. "It's just, I want people to know I'm with you, and you're with me. More than that, I want to feel my hand in yours." His cheeks flushed an even darker purple as he blushed.

There was no hesitation, I grabbed his hand in mine and tugged him closer. He laughed and smiled at me. I leaned down and kissed him on the mouth, tenderly, lovingly, right in the middle of the promenade. Some folks gasped, others grumbled and walked quickly away, but some smiled, one young couple cheered.

Cheyne was still visibly blushing. "I just wanted to hold hands." He said awkwardly.

"It wasn't enough for me." I told him.

"I thought you might be embarrassed about--" He started.

"Being seen with you?" I finished. "No, not at all. Why would you think that?"

We continued our stroll before he answered.

"You used to be so emphatic that we weren't a couple I guess, so it's surprising." He admitted.

I couldn't help but sigh. "I know, I know. It wasn't because I was embarrassed of you kid. I just thought, well, you'd be better off being with someone else in that way. If I had known then what I know now, I would've held hands with you everywhere we went!" I told him.

He laughed again, it sounded wonderful.

"You're just so manly, I didn't really see this coming." He said. "I mean, I hoped everyday that we lived together that you might, tell me you loved me but I, I don't think I ever actually believed it would happen." He had trouble meeting my eye, letting me see him with his emotions bared.