by VodouBlue and Sonja Black
Dylan wasn't limping quite so badly by the time he reached his room. 'Uhg!' he thought. 'No more sparring with Tyr right after he suffers a big disappointment.'
He sprawled facedown on his bed as Harper followed him in, chattering away about his clever repairs to the slipstream drive. Dylan groaned --mostly for effect-- and started peeling his clothes off without getting up or turning over. By the time he was down to his underwear...
"Hey! That's my job!" Harper mock-scolded, grabbing the waistband and peeling Dylan's last garment away from his lanky body. The Engineer tossed the briefs carelessly away, and then tackled his own clothing.
As Harper stripped, he stared at the long, clean lines of his lover's prone form --the lean, well-defined muscles, the smooth, tanned skin, the inviting swell of muscular ass...
The lights went out, then Dylan felt his younger lover climb onto the bed behind him.
"Hope you brought more lube," he mumbled into the bedspread, recalling that they had used it all up last time.
"Always prepared; that's me!" Harper retorted. "Your BoyScoutness is rubbing off on me."
He knelt between Dylan's spread knees as he opened the container and squeezed some of the cool gel onto his palm, then replaced the lid and tossed the tube onto the nightstand. He rubbed his slightly-calloused hands together, warming the lube a little and coating his palms and fingers. Then he reached for his throbbing erection with one hand as he began working the fingers of the other between Dylan's flexing cheeks.
Dylan tilted his hips, giving better access, and moaned a little. Harper's hands matched rhythm as he simultaneously stroked his own cock and the length of his lover's cleft, coating them both with the slippery substance. He worked a well-greased finger into Dylan's opening as he continued tugging on his own member. The feisty Engineer pressed his finger in with steady pressure as Dylan groaned deep in his chest and eased himself back, furthering the penetration.