Free Imposition by Juniper Gray Page B

told. “You have an opportunity to fuck, just take it."
    "That's all this is, just an opportunity."
    "Yeah,” Meitou said. “That a problem?"
    Therse considered this, then reluctantly shook his head. Meitou leaned in closer again, smoothly so Therse didn't startle. So close. His lips were so close. Therse could feel the warm breath from Meitou's nostrils tickling his cheek. He realized his eyes were closed. There was no doubt left in his mind that this was absolutely what he wanted. Excitement took hold in the pit of his stomach as he felt Meitou cross the gulf between them and kiss him softly.
    The Imperial's tongue slid against his bottom lip and Therse opened his mouth, allowing the man's tongue to enter him, slick and warm and wet over his own. Meitou's kiss was much like the man himself—patient, determined, and effortlessly persuasive.
    Therse's whole body was hot, in a way he'd never experienced any of the times he'd been with other men. This man, the idea of him electrified Therse in a way he'd not thought possible. He clenched his fingers into the fabric of Meitou's jacket and broke free of his lips.
    "Not here,” he managed, lips brushing against Meitou's as he spoke. “Somewhere more...private."
    Meitou's tongue slipped up under his top lip, and Therse felt his own cock twitch beneath his fatigues. “Where someone can't walk in on us, you mean. Didn't work out so well yesterday."
    "So I'll remember to lock the door this time."
    The man's hand slipped down against his groin, and Therse had to stop himself from pressing against that caress. “Fuck, you're hard,” Meitou told him, licking his earlobe.
    Therse brushed him off.
    "There's a room just here,” he said, trying to steady the waver in his voice with a coarse cough.
    Meitou followed him down the corridor a little way until they came to a door, conveniently close but still far too great a distance away for Therse's liking. He wanted to do this and enjoy it before he had time to think about anything again. To lose himself in pleasure for an hour or so sounded just perfect right about now.
    The door hissed open and they walked in.
    It was just like any other of the thousand-odd smaller crew member's quarters on the ship—a large bed and some concealed storage, lit by the low orange light from the bathroom. It was more than enough for what they intended.
    Meitou grabbed Therse by his shirt and kissed him hard. Therse's fingers fumbled beneath Meitou's jacket, eagerly seeking the clasps that held it together, undoing them quickly and pushing the garment from his shoulders. Meitou lifted the shirt from Therse's back, breaking the kiss momentarily as it was tugged over his head. Hands traveled over Therse's body, fingertips pressing down his back and riding over his torso to his erect nipples, rubbing over them until he moaned openly in frustration against Meitou's mouth as they kissed.
    Meitou performed some trick with the buttons on his own shirt and discarded that too. Therse slung his arms around the man's hot shoulders, fighting a losing battle against arousal as their half-naked forms pressed together, as Meitou's firm, commanding hands drifted down to his trouser zip. The zip was undone, but those hands wandered away to Therse's buttocks, grabbing and bringing their hips together.
    The feeling of Meitou's tight, rock-hard cock rubbing up against his own through what little clothing remained set fire coursing through Therse's veins. Meitou himself was looking far less composed, mouth open and strands of fine blond hair falling across his face. He smiled.
    His hands pushed up into Therse's hair and pulled back sharply, exposing his neck. “If I was ever conceited enough to have a type, you'd certainly be it."
    "What are you talking about,” Therse said, voice strained as he gripped Meitou's shoulders in an attempt to support himself.
    Meitou watched Therse's lithe body move as he tried to escape the position. “You know, a certain type of person