Free AwayTeam by Mark Alders

expected, especially seeing as tours lasted years at a time in deep space. To couples who were registered, they then got couple quarters. Something Ely would eventually want to have with Emerson, all things going well from now on. As an added bonus, after a thorough medical, registration meant that skin seal could be considered an option not a necessity. Except for straight couples, they had to go through the extra hoop of applying for a breeder's license if they wanted to perform any sexual activity without protection.
    On deep space tour ships, the military rarely gave out such a license. Sure, it happened, there were crèche's and schools on board, but still, Ely didn't know of too many military brats running around. Thankfully, he never had to worry about such things, his sexuality seeing to that.
    Emerson had gone to one of the cots, pushing it toward the other. Seemed he had the same idea as Ely had as soon as the cabin door was opened and the full view of their cabin was realised.
    "I'll give you a hand," Ely said, coming to the other cot and pushing it. Moments later, both beds were joined and the bedclothes in place. Ely leaned over and kissed Emerson. "I brought the skin seal this time."
    Emerson smiled. "And I brought a couple of things that will enrich our time together, too."
    "Really? What?"
    "Patience. You'll see in a moment."
    Ely pulled out the can of skin seal from his bag, throwing the canister onto the cot. An item he was sure glad he packed, even though at the time he didn't think he'd have a snowball's chance in hell of using it. How things change. He unpacked his pillow, too. "I sure love how away missions require bags to be packed, makes a man prepared for anything, doesn't it?"
    Emerson let out a laugh. "Just stop your jabbering and get your clothes off, Ely. I've been hanging out for you to continue where we left off. You have a rather interesting promise to keep, now haven't you?" Emerson's voice was filled with lust and his gaze roved over Ely as he began to disrobe.
    While Ely took off his clothes, his mind went through the events of last night. Most of the time since then he had been thinking about how to get Emerson back, and what he could have done differently, not of what happened.
    Then Ely remembered.
    The man was kinky, that was certain. Before he put his foot into his mouth , Ely was about to lick Emerson's sweet arsehole before using his dildo to soften him up for the pounding he had been working up to since buying him that drink.
    Ely smiled, but chose to remain silent. Besides, the sight before him was more than enough to feast on. Emerson had unzipped his duffel bag, producing the dildo in question and a tube of lubricant. This time Ely didn't even entertain the idea of mentioning Braden in any way, shape or form. He didn't want anything to spoil this moment.
    Which was a good thing. Once Emerson had retrieved what he desired from his bag, he slipped off his shirt and began to unbutton his trousers. Ely came onto the cot, now naked and as aroused as he had been all those hours ago. Every inch of his erection throbbing for Emerson, pre-cum already glistening at the end of his piss slit.
    The silence remained between them.
    Then again, nothing needed to be said, except a gasp passing from Ely's lips when Emerson freed his dick from his underwear. He was erect, too, his foreskin unable to keep his bulging head covered. He was as massive as Ely remembered.
    Ely reached out and grabbed Emerson around his waist. His smooth, perfect white skin was so inviting, so appealing that Ely wanted him more than anything.
    In the next instant, Emerson came to fall into Ely's arms, pressing himself against him, their skin on skin contact electric. Soon, they were all arms and legs and roving kisses and gasps and moans that filled the cabin with their passion.
    Ely's mind span with the rising pangs of ecstasy created by their touch upon each other. Emerson's beautiful and slender hands wandered all over