Page 83 of Under His Heel

“It’s a shame we can’t have running water in space,” Tracht lamented with a sigh. “A warm bath would be nice now.”

Sprawled on the couch in only his boxer briefs, he didn’t look nearly as threatening as usual. It helped that he looked about as exhausted as Alex felt. Actually being involved in departure proceedings was less relaxing than sitting around waiting for things to happen.

Alex crawled onto the couch and squeezed himself next to Tracht. A tight fit, but the couch must have been chosen with something like this in mind because it did accommodate them both. Alex settled with his arm loosely around Tracht’s waist and his head against Tracht’s chest.

It was nice when Tracht started stroking his scalp and running his fingers lightly along the shell of Alex’s ear.

“They have water on some ships,” Alex said. “The big luxury ones. Nick wanted us to sneak on board one, but security was too heavy for us to figure out a way on without getting caught.”

“They scan for stowaways regularly and keep very extensive passenger and crew manifests. They also have specialized pods for ejecting stowaways. You get placed on one and shot off towards the nearest colonized planet or station. And by towards, I mean in the general direction. The navigation systems aboard those things tend to not be quite so accurate to compensate for sudden changes in orbit due to unexpected obstacles such as asteroids or space debris.” Tracht chuckled and scratched a bit harder on Alex’s scalp. “You might have starved to death in space.”

Wow. Alex was really glad that Nick hadn’t figured out a way to get on board. He nuzzled his nose against the hairs on Tracht’s chest.

“How come you wanted to be a ship captain?”

“I believe most people would answer that question with a trite story about how much they loved the stars, or traveling, or maybe the importance of supplying the stations with food and other resources.”

“But not you?”

“No. The real reason was that I liked the idea of being completely in charge, and I’m anti-social enough to prefer the complete isolation that long-distance space travel provides.”

That sounded about right. “But now you have what, fifty people in close quarters at all times?”

“Forty-two, yes, and you’ll notice that I don’t socialize with them. Short of Dr. Singh, Ms. Espinosa, and Mr. Strobel, I hardly talk to them outside of work.” Tracht yawned. “But enough of that.” He sat up and pushed Alex away. “Let’s go to bed. I think I want you to give me a massage.”

A massage sounded harmless enough. Alex followed Tracht to the bed. He got Tracht’s underwear thrown in his face, but even that felt a bit playful. Tracht got face down on the bed and looked over his shoulder at Alex.

“Come on then.”

Uh, okay. Alex hadn’t ever really given a massage before; one of the girls he’d briefly dated had hinted that she really wanted him to, but Alex had willfully ignored those hints.

Ignoring Tracht wasn’t an option. He got on the bed and straddled Tracht’s back. “Don’t blame me if this sucks.”

“Of course I’ll blame you.” Tracht looked over his shoulder at Alex. “But I’ll help you out, since this is the first time.”

Under Tracht’s instructions, Alex started massaging Tract’s back. He pressed harder when Tracht told him to, and he kneaded skin with his knuckles. He started on Tracht’s shoulders and worked his way down his back, until he reached Tracht’s ass.

Softer than Alex’s ass, probably—Alex didn’t regularly grab his own ass—but yeah, definitely not a bad specimen. A bit flat, maybe. Alex wasn’t really an ass guy anyway; that had always been Nick’s thing.

“Mm. Keep going.” Tracht sounded on the verge of falling asleep. Which was... good. Since that meant he wouldn’t want more from Alex.

If Alex weren’t caged up, he thought he’d be hard. Had to be the proximity to ass.

“Can I fuck you?” Alex asked. Dumb question, he knew that as soon as he asked it, but now that he had the image in his head: wow, yeah. Fucking Tracht would actually be pretty hot.

“No.” Tracht yawned and parted his legs a bit. “You can rim me though. In fact, I think I’ll insist on it.”

“Just one night, can’t you not ask me to do something I don’t like?” Alex whined.

“Alex, do you really want to start a fight over rimming?” Tracht propped himself up on one elbow. “I can certainly find something you’ll like even less.”

Alex shook his head and hurried to bend down. It was his first look at Tracht’s hole, which looked like any other person’s asshole, honestly, though maybe a bit hairier. He’d never really paid much attention. Even the few times he’d fucked dudes before, it was them lubing themselves up and him sticking it in. He’d never done anal with chicks, even though Nick swore by it.

He spread Tracht’s ass cheeks apart and tentatively licked along the rim. Tracht moaned lightly, which Alex took as a good sign. He circled the puckered skin, forcing himself not to gag when he felt hair drag across his tongue.

Tracht lowered himself back to the bed. “Suck a little bit.”

Alex tried that—it was kind of hard to figure out what part of the skin would be good to suck—but he must have done it right, because Tracht made another satisfied sound. And, texture aside, Tracht’s ass didn’t taste any worse than the rest of his body. Maybe a bit of a sweaty, musky scent.

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