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His cock was starting to burn though, hypersensitive and getting soft. He hissed when Tracht squeezed hard again, and he was so glad when Tracht came moments later, splashing hot come all over Alex’s chest.

“My hands,” Alex begged as Tracht slipped off. “Please. Undo my hands.”

“Hmm?” Tracht rested his head on Alex’s shoulder and yawned. “In a second.”

“Please. You said you were gonna be nice. That this was a reward.”

“So I did.” After another few moments—and it looked like Tracht wanted to fall asleep—Tracht sat up just long enough to untie Alex’s hands.

As soon as he was free, Alex wrapped his arms around Tracht and pulled him close, kissing his neck and jaw and mouth. He saw how surprised Tracht was, and if his legs were free he might have rolled them over and really kissed him. But this was okay too.

They made out for a little while more, and Alex felt warm and comfortable and completely satisfied. He remembered a girlfriend who had liked making out as the main event. He’d always thought she was weird, but he kind of got it now.

When Tracht finally untied Alex’s legs and cleaned them both off, they rearranged themselves so that Alex had his head on Tracht’s chest. Tracht petted Alex’s hair and asked softly, “Feeling better?”

Alex thought about it, and he couldn’t even remember what the issue had been. “Yeah. Dunno what was wrong with me.”

He heard Tracht snort, but he was too tired to care what it meant.

[Chapter 33]

The rest of the trip back was kind of boring. Alex did his workouts and didn’t hang around the lounge. He didn’t need Schultz or anybody else to bug him about what had happened to Parsons.

He got the feeling the crew liked him less than they did before. But it didn’t matter. Tracht was being way nicer. They sometimes just watched a movie together, or Tracht would tell Alex stories from his youth. The sex was still mostly painful or humiliating for Alex, and he hated it in the moment, but Alex was kind of okay with his situation overall.

As soon as the ship entered comm space again, Alex messaged Nadia, which helped pass most of the remaining time. She was way funnier than Parsons had ever been, and she wasn’t trying to screw Alex over.

She sided with him on the Parsons thing too. “I never liked him anyway,” she wrote. “I hope he lands in jail.”

Which Alex hadn’t even considered. He kind of remembered Tracht talking to his brother-in-law, but Alex hadn’t been allowed to eavesdrop on that conversation.

Over dinner that night, just a few days before they were set to dock, Alex asked, “What’s going to happen to Parsons?”

Tracht set the fork down and looked down at Alex. “That is the question.”

“Wait, you don’t know?” Alex shifted on his knees and then thought, whatever, he kind of wanted to be comfortable. He stretched his legs out and ignored the look Tracht gave him.

“Truthfully, it wouldn’t help much to prosecute him. He never stole any data, and pressing charges against him would frankly be time consuming and ultimately useless. Vasilis is sure that it was Argos who contracted Parsons, but there’s no real proof of that. Even if Parsons testified, Argos would simply claim that they’ve never heard of him before.” Tracht petted Alex’s hair lightly. “I could blacklist him so he could never get a job. That has some appeal to it.”

Alex’s chest tightened. Like, yeah, Parsons probably deserved it, but he wouldn’t be able to survive like Alex and Nick had. Look how badly he’d screwed up with an easy job.

“What Vasilis wants, though, is to see if we can’t extract some information from him to use against Argos further down the line.” Tracht pushed his plate away and stood up. “You can have the rest. I need to think about a few things.”

Alex helped Tracht with his boots, and once he was out the door Alex scarfed the rest of Tract’s dinner down. Then he grabbed his tablet and flopped down on the couch.

If Tracht actually blacklisted Parsons, that would probably be the end for him. His kid was definitely not staying in the fancy school, that was for sure. At least Parsons still had his hot brother-in-law to help him out, which was more than Alex had ever had. Probably the brother-in-law wasn’t gonna try to screw Parsons over like Nick had done to Alex.

He was kind of still stewing about all of that, mad at himself that he couldn’t even figure out what he wanted to happen to Parsons, when he saw the new message in his inbox.

Not from Nadia though. From Nick.

Alex clicked on it furiously.

Bro, I really miss u! Cant go on w/o u. we shuld meat up when ur on cadmus again.

The heck? Alex wondered if Nick somehow had access to all the spycams in the room and had known Alex was thinking about him. But that didn’t make sense. Nick wasn’t any better at computers than Alex.

He quickly typed a response:

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