Keep Them Burning Ch. 3-5
“Summary: Season 2 episode Home Fires rewritten from the point of view of the TUM universe. Gaheris Rhade gets to meet his descendant Telemachus, and then must chose between letting Telemachus take the blame for a crime he didnt commit or rebuilding the Commonwealth he helped to destory 300 years ago!
Pairing: G.Rhade/Beka Valentine HET
Spoilers: Only if you havent seen Home Fires (season 2) or The Unconquerable Man (season 3) ”
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3) Isolation
The ship seemed full of people from the planet making repairs, some over due, to many of the ships systems. Rakel had been very helpful Gaheris thought as they walked through the corridor with her trying to convince him to make a speech on Terazed backing the referendum, but he still wasn’t too sure.
“I don’t think your people would really care what I have to say? I’m nothing more than a stranger here.” It sounded strange saying it with his descendants running around on the planet below, but it was still the truth in many ways.
“You’re much more than that, captain. You’re a legend. And, uh, if I may be so bold, an extremely charismatic and attractive individual. Who better to champion this referendum?”
Gaheris considered her words for a moment, she was trying to persuade him with flattery, a political manoeuvre, despite that it still made him grin. “Why do we even need to do this? I thought the outcome was assured.” He was curious as to what her answer might be, hoping to get to the part where she would admit there were deeper issues here.
“The truth is, there’s a strong isolationist movement on Terazed. We have a good life here and some people don’t want to send their sons and daughters away to die in your war.”
Gaheris huffed and raised an eyebrow at the stupidity of her statement and more so of the isolationists, they would achieve nothing but death. “Well, then the war will come to them.”
“Then you have to tell them that, Gaheris. Because right now the election is too close to call and I could use your help.” Gaheris still wasn’t convinced. He wanted to rebuild the Commonwealth but every step seemed to hold new challenges that were starting to bother him, the stupidity of so many people resisting… these isolationists were just the same as so many others… he was almost getting sick of trying to help people now, when there were so many that refused to be helped, to learn from the mistakes of the past. But he wasn’t sick enough of it yet.
***
Gaheris made his speech with no small amount of passion. It felt like his last chance on Terazed, the planet would be an important asset to the Commonwealth, if the outcome was good. If not it was just another planet waiting for the Magog, there seemed so many of them now. After his speech was over he headed from the room, the applause behind him didn’t make the situation feel any less desperate. He was getting tired of failing, his personal quest was becoming just that; personal.
“Nicely done, Captain. Your speech was very impressive.” Gaheris looked over at Admiral Rhade, still a little put off by his mirror image he tried a formally pleasant smile.
“Thank you. But I am a soldier not a politician.” Gaheris stated. Seeing his smile returned was unsettling, a man with his face, his body, his genes… his smile. They continued to make their way to the lounge.
“Don’t underestimate your powers as a leader.” Telemachus smiled, pausing slightly to add “Do you have a moment?”
Gaheris was still side-tracked by the situation, his genetic reincarnation. The memory of his friendship and betrayal of Captain Hunt flashed into his mind. He was a leader because he betrayed and killed his best friend. His Nietzschean mentality allowed for it, but seeing the devastation his actions caused, the future he helped create, the regret went far beyond Dylan Hunt. And now here was a man just like him… would he betray as inconsiderately of consequence?
“Captain. I asked if you wanted a drink.”
“I suspect you wanted to ask more than that.” There was definitely something hidden about this man, information he wanted but for some reason was hesitant in asking.
Telemachus looked at Gaheris for a moment, there were things he wanted to know about the past, about the events that had lead to the founding of the Terazed civilisations and Gaheris’ role in them. He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow a little as he began. “Here on Terazed, you are something of a hero - a loyal Commonwealth officer, only survivor of that first terrible battle… But the Nietzscheans tell a different story. That you betrayed the Commonwealth. That you were a spy who served a key role in the Nietzschean rebellion.”
Gaheris gritted his teeth. His own judgment was bad enough, without the judgement of others as well, entitled to it as they might be. Gaheris looked coldly into the Admiral’s eyes.
“I acted as any Nietzschean would have. I tried to warn him, Hunt I mean. No matter what you may think of me, I tried to warn him about the rebellion, and by the time he listened, it was too late.” Gaheris spat the words angrily, angry at himself for not seeing the consequences before acting, angry at Dylan for not understanding until there was no turning back. He looked back to Telemachus who was nodding slightly.
“Yes, as any Nietzschean would.” He considered the words, a little too long for Gaheris’ comfort, then smiled a little. “So you were a hero after all.” For a moment Gaheris couldn’t tell whether or not Telemachus was being sarcastic but then the man bowed his head a little in reverence. “As part of your lineage… that means a lot to me. Thank you. I just wish we weren’t on opposite sides.”
Though he had not expected such a reaction, Gaheris found little comfort in his words, being considered a hero by his people was something that no longer held so much honour for him. His actions so seemingly right at the time were marred by the aftermath – that stopped him from being a hero. As Telemachus finished speaking Gaheris frowned, not sure he quite understood the man’s meaning, or perhaps a little afraid that he did.
“Opposite sides of what?” He asked, though not sure he wanted the clarification, he could feel the sense of foreboding in the air.
“I thought you knew. I’m opposed to the Commonwealth referendum.” Gaheris drew in a deep breath at the Admiral’s words. Maybe it wasn’t quite what he had expected, but surely this was the betrayal by Rhade that came with the repeating of history. The rest of the conversation passed in a blur. Gaheris using his same old arguments, the Magog threat that he was leaving his people open to, something he was getting a little tired of having to explain to people.
“We’re still here after three hundred years. Because we haven’t let the chaos out there touch us. Because no one knows we exist. You have powerful enemies, Captain.”
“So do you, Admiral. The Magog are coming. You can’t deny them out of existence.” Gaheris raised his voice, unable to keep back the anger behind his usual calm, to accept the stupidity he saw before him and call it Rhade. He had been worried about being betrayed, but really he should have worried that his lineage was corrupt. Betraying him would have been Nietzschean, unfortunate but almost acceptable… this stupidity left him cold.
“No, but I can keep us out of their crosshairs. I’m sorry. It’s my duty to protect
Terazed and I’m not going to let anyone compromise that.” Telemachus kept his voice calm, adding those few words before he left the room. Gaheris stood, taking a moment to consider. Rhade was a fool, he could not see that the best way to protect Terazed, his family, his Pride, was to join the Commonwealth and fight the Magog threat before it even reached the planet. Gaheris placed a hand to his head, a pain had begun behind his eyes. This whole encounter at Terazed was taking its toll. A moment of reckoning he felt. A very long drawn out moment with as much indescribable pain and anger that could possibly be fit in.
***
Gaheris sat in his quarters, his head in his hands as the music played softly. He tried to find some answers in his mind, but clouds of questioning were thrown up instead.
“Gaheris open the door.” He heard Beka’s voice over the speakers, unaware she had been knocking at his door, he silenced the music and let the doors open. She came in and greeted him with a smile, handing him a flexi.
“I’ve been talking to Rommie… they have huge armament stockpiles, dozens of shrike fighters just sitting in hangars. Janus light attack drones, Oracles, Centaurs… Rommie is hoping for a new crew.” Beka took a seat opposite Gaheris and frowned. “Please… tell me what it is… Rhade again?”
Gaheris looked at her sharply and then away again, giving a slight nod before getting to his feet and walking to the window. “He is the leader of the isolationists.”
“What!” Beka didn’t get to her feet but she turned to look at the man, his back to her. “But…” She shrugged and sighed a little in confusion. “I thought the Nietzscheans would be all for getting at the Magog… I mean, isn’t that what it was all about…” Beka stopped herself, thumping her hand on to her knee silently, now was not the best time to point out that the reason the Nietzscheans wanted to bring down the Commonwealth was because of the treaty with the Magog. “uh… I just guessed they would want to be part of the fight.” They hadn’t had much luck with any Nietzscheans yet, but then that was mostly down to Gaheris truth be told… but Terazed was different it was Commonwealth in many respects… not just some random Pride picking off the bones of its neighbours. These were Nietzscheans living alongside Human and Than… and whoever else… they really were Commonwealth. And they didn’t want to take the fight to the Magog, they wanted to hide as best they could. She shook her head.
“I’m sorry Gaheris, this must be hard for you.” She had hesitated to say it even knowing it was the truth. They weren’t just Commonwealth, they weren’t just Nietzschean, they were his people. His lineage. He turned back to her, covering the distance between them in a few easy strides and crouching down beside her.
“You make it easier.” He told her quietly. Beka smiled, moving over and pulling him onto the couch beside her. He sat back in the seat, exhausted and let the woman slip into his arms. “I want you here… always.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She didn’t answer, but ran a hand under his tunic, holding it against his warm chest. He sighed and closed his eyes. Beka frowned at his words, seeking to reassure him without having to speak. This trip was becoming hard on him, she wanted to be there for him. In fact she didn’t realise quite how much until she had talked to Rev, and he had mentioned how the Nietzscheans here were the closest they would get to those that Gaheris missed. Not this new generation of fools like Tyr, as Gaheris had once said himself. Part of her was scared of losing him to them, that he might find a more suitable woman and she would no longer be necessary, it was only just occurring to her that that was something she didn’t want to happen. In some ways she was thankful for Telemachus Rhade, as long as he continued to disappoint Gaheris’ expectations he would not want to seek out the Nietzscheans of Terazed and recover his old Pride. She moved her hand further up his chest, pressing into him, wanting him close.
“I’m here now… that counts right?” She smiled. He ran a hand through her hair. After a moments peace, his fingers still threaded in her hair, Gaheris started to pull his other hand up her thigh when Rommie’s holo-image flickered into life in front of them, reminding Gaheris of the need to make privacy mode automatic anytime Beka entered his quarters.
“What is it?” He asked, sitting forward, forcing Beka to sit also.
“The election results just came in…. Rhade, they voted against your restored Commonwealth. We lost.” Gaheris felt suddenly aware that the two women were looking at him. Waiting for his reaction. He shook his head and sneered a little.
“That’s just great.” He got out, the anger evident in his voice.
4) Rhade’s betrayal
“Gaheris please, just…” She had wanted to say calm down, but in many ways he actually was calm, maybe it was just that she knew him so well she could see it all bubbling below the surface. It had been ten minutes since the results were announced and he had just spent the last eight barking orders at Rommie to get the ship prepped to leave. Now that the ship’s holo-image had disappeared Beka placed a hand on Gaheris’ shoulder.
“I know it’s a set back… Terazed would have been…” She could tell he was only half listening to her and she couldn’t blame him, there was nothing she could say that would change what happened. The one planet that already had what it was they were all striving to achieve would not be part of their efforts, though she suspected that what hurt most of all was that the person who held a lot of the responsibility for that in his eyes was Telemachus Rhade. Gaheris wheeled on her, looking her sharply in the eyes.
“He betrayed me Beka.” He let his shoulders drop a little as he sighed and walked into Beka, resting his forehead down onto her shoulder. “I’m just starting to get sick of trying… And now Nietzscheans… always Nietzscheans.” He spoke the words in a low, whispered growl. He knew it was only a matter of time before things came to blows between him and Tyr, who was obviously moving his plans on a pace now that the casket was aboard, though Gaheris was sure the man had no idea that he knew what was in there. Tyr wasn’t a match for him, none of these *new* Nietzscheans were… but then he had hoped…. If in this whole universe Nietzscheans would live up to his expectations they would be on Terazed, a place still holding true to the Commonwealth ideals. But he knew better as soon as he saw a Rhade amongst them, and now it would seem he was playing true to new Nietzschean form.
Beka ran a hand up Gaheris’ back, finishing up massaging the hair at the back of his neck, pulling her other arm around him. She didn’t have anything to say that could possibly make the situation better.
“So we’re just going to leave?” She asked, not as a criticism but to make sure it was really what he wanted to do. Gaheris straightened up and stepped back, setting his jaw and recovering his composure, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on Beka’s forehead, he took her hands in his as they dropped away from his shoulders.
“If they will not join us there is no point in staying, they are doomed, we are best not to go down with them.” He stated it calmly, little energy left to show emotion. Beka frowned at him, such a Nietzschean statement, and even if she didn’t totally agree, he was right. They would do no good in staying, they were better off seeking out new worlds to join the Commonwealth, build up something substantial against the Magog threat that Terazed was choosing to ignore. She gave a slight reassuring smile and nodded.
“Whatever you think best Captain.”
***
Rakel exasperated him. She was a powerful woman but that didn’t mean she could keep control. Right now all he wanted was her off the ship and the Andromeda under way. She was still trying to convince him to stay, even to talk to Rhade, but the situation was beyond saving – even so the pointlessly circular conversations had continued, her political colours shining through as she tried to persuade him that she could call for another election. But he had already decided, as soon as they were ready and all the Terazed technicians were off-ship, they would be underway.
Gaheris bounced the ball, slamming it as hard as he could into the deck each time. He had never really understood Dylan’s love of the game, it wasn’t as mentally challenging as Go, and he would rather spar than exert physical energy in such a game as basketball. Even so he found himself increasingly coming to the basketball court, such as it was, to work off his frustrations, many of which were tied to his past, his betrayal of his best friend. Maybe this was something he needed to work through, this and the hours he spent sitting at his Go table, thinking. Remembering during those quiet times what he had done.
He bounced the ball a couple more times, gritting his teeth as he remembered the times he had watched Dylan in here, the time he had come to talk about being his best-man…. With a grunt Gaheris jumped up with the ball as he had seen Dylan do many a time, but he misjudged the jump and the ball struck the rim, sending a flash of pain down into his wrist. Yelling angrily he found his feet again as the ball dropped to the floor and rolled away.
“I didn’t realise this “basketball” was so violent. Perhaps there is a more productive way to express your disappointment.” Rev said as he entered almost unnoticed. Gaheris turned and looked at the Magog before retrieving the ball and rolling it over in his hands.
“You think I should talk to Admiral Rhade.” It wasn’t a question, and Gaheris found it almost too difficult to acknowledge. He looked back to Rev again. “I came here to think, not to be counselled…. I’m not going to talk to him!” He added the last as he caught Rev’s look, wanting to cut him off before he began to reason with him, though he was sure that no matter what he said he would hear Rev’s opinion anyway. Rev nodded thoughtfully, steepling his fingers as he considered Gaheris with an unwavering look.
“Why? … Because you betrayed your captain?” Rev looked candidly at Gaheris. He wanted to draw a reaction from the man instead of allowing him to internalise things as he always seemed to. He wasn’t stupid, in fact it seemed obvious to the entire crew that much of Gaheris’ reaction to the Terazed situation was tied up in his encounter with his descendant. Perhaps, Rev reasoned, it was a reaction to the Terazed Nietzscheans as well, given Gaheris’ past behaviour. Gaheris seemed to have convinced himself that these *new* Nietzscheans like Tyr had squandered the opportunity given them. On Terazed the Nietzscheans weren’t part of this, they were remnants of the old Commonwealth in many ways and Rev thought Gaheris might even be intimidated by it. By being judged by them perhaps, and if there was anyway past this, not just Gaheris’ personal issues but the issue of Terazed and the Commonwealth, it was through talking to Telemachus Rhade.
Gaheris starred coldly at Rev, his words biting at him. He had betrayed Dylan, and he knew, had even told Beka, that he didn’t trust Telemachus because of their similarities, because of what he might do in the man’s place. He frowned, the muscle in his jaw flexing.
“No Rev… I won’t talk to him because he betrayed me. He’s campaigning against the restored Commonwealth….” He knew Rev already had command of that fact, but he had to give his reasons, maybe Rev would see that he was taking it personally whether it was meant that way or not. The Magog nodded thoughtfully again, patiently looking at Gaheris.
“Perhaps… but maybe you should try to see things through his eyes.” Rev ventured. Gaheris stifled a growl as his jaw clenched again, shooting Rev an angry look, sometimes the man’s persistence annoyed him. That and his righteousness… his incessant babbling about The Way, he knew he meant well but sometimes it was too much for Gaheris to bear. Rev ignored Gaheris’ reaction and continued.
“Telemachus Rhade was wounded twice defending Terazed against Kalderan raiders… one of those raids resulted in the deaths of thousands of people. The isolationists are not evil Gaheris, they are merely afraid.”
Gaheris slammed the ball once more into the floor, allowing it to ricochet violently away from them and further across the room as he let the growl to surface this time, the skin around his boneblades tightened as his anger rose.
The effect of all of this was great. The more I turned her on by playing with her tits and eating her out the more she moaned and took more of my cock in her mouth, which continued the cycle. Eventually I felt her approaching her climax again. I let up a bit on pumping my cock into her mouth (didn’t want to choke her afterall) and brought her to climax. As she froze and began to shake, I could feel her breathing pick up significantly, her warm breath escaping her nostrils and blowing against my balls, her moaning turning into cries of joy and the slight convulsions pressed me on.
I continued eating her out, not letting her just come, but making sure she got the full effect of it. When she finally stopped shaking, I slowed down on the pussy and was finally just licking and kissing her inner thighs. I wanted to see where she would take this. My cock was still firmly in her mouth. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and began pumping my cock again. I too began thrusting into her mouth, still held in place by my knees. My hands continued to work her tits, her still moaning when I pinched one or both of her nipples. Eventually I was ready to cum and thrust my cock deep inside her mouth sending another large load of my cum directly deep into her throat and stomach. She sucked me off a bit again and then fell onto her side grinning.
“That was terrific.” She began as she tried to catch her breath. She took a large sip off her screwdriver.
I looked down at her naked body. I never thought I’d have written a movie that a major star would’ve been in, much less being able to eat out that major star and have her suck me off, twice. The sight of Jessie there on the sofa, angelic face, demonic body was heavenly.
“I’d have to whole heartedly agree.” We laid there feeling each other’s bodies for a bit when the phone rang. I showed no indication of getting up to get it as I was enjoying sucking on Jessie’s tits again.
“You better get that,” she started, “It might be Ashford again. If you don’t answer he’ll keep on calling back.”
“Ugh, ok, fine.” I sat up and lifted up the phone.
“Hello”
“Hey, its me.” It was indeed Ashford. Jessie worked her way over to me on all fours, and was beginning to tease my cock with her lips. I rested the phone on my shoulder and took a gently swaying tit in each hand.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Just calling to see how you and star were getting along.”
“We’re doing fine. Work is progressing along like a well lubed machine. We should be done in two or three days” at that point Jessie plunged her lips down to the base of my cock and began working my cock again. She was moaning gently as I continued working her tits. Not wanting to give away what was going on was all that kept me from moaning.
“That’s great. Need me to stop by?”
“Nope, all is good here. Lemme give you a call back tomorrow, my hands are a little full now.” Jessie stopped and laughed out-loud when she heard me.
“What’s going on there?”
“Huh? The laugh, oh, ya the star is on her cell, unrelated. I’ve just got a computer problem I’m trying to solve. Let’s talk tomorrow.”
“Ok.” We hungup. Jessie had gotten up when I referred to her as “the star’ and walked over to my desk. She sat on the desk seductively.
“Why don’t you come over here and drop a load into the star’s pussy? Use me, please.” She peeled off her thong, turned to face the wall and put her hands against it as if she was being searched.
I walked (ok, ran) over to her grabbed her by the hips and slid my rock hard cock into her pussy. I had been expecting her to be looser, but she was amazingly tight. I guess not all Hollywood stories are true. She moaned as she felt the full girth of my cock in her hot pussy. She was amazingly wet and so getting my cock into her was not any difficulty. I reached around and grabbed her tits with one hand and the front of her pussy with the other.
I began pumping into her and playing with her clit. She moved both my hands to her tits as she got out between moans, “No, just fuck me. Use me, dump your hot load in my pussy.” I began pumping into her more and more furiously. Her moans got more and more frequent and more and more high pitched. By the time I was about the cum she was just grunting every time I would pull in or out.
My cock began to pulse when I was about to cum. Jessie’s moans became deeper as my cock grew thicker inside her hot pussy. I began thrusting deeper and deeper into her and could feel my load about to blow. As I pumped her she grasped my ass and dug her nails into me.
Through gritted teeth she moaned,”Oh ya, fuck me, blow your load in my pussy. I want your hot cum to fill me up.” With that I grabbed her tits with one hand and hips with the other and began filling her. When I felt my first spurt hit she held her breath and began to come again. Her pussy flooded with juices as I filled her up with my largest load of the day (somehow). We collapsed, still joined into the desk chair, heaving.
I wrapped my arms around her, caressing her tits in the process.
She spoke first, “So should we pick up where we left off tomorrow.”
I looked at her, “The script or this?” as I thrust into her again
“Oooh. Both of course.”
Jason had snorted and the bath had stayed. There were huge dragons, the friends’ favourite mythical creatures, as all the statues and figures carved around the house could attest, incorporating the hot and cold taps. Alec stretched his arms up and rolled his neck, feeling the muscles pinch as he stretched out the weird position he had fallen into on the couch.
There was a sudden soft music from the lounge, and Alec flicked off the light, letting the window open so he could smell the night air. He guessed it was about two am, and the stars were shining brightly. Off to the west, the bright lights of the city fought against the encroaching dark of night to see whose brilliance would shine brighter.
Alec stepped out of his underwear and sank gratefully into the steaming hot water. His cock was thick against his thigh, and he gave a moan as the sensitive skin sank into the scalding heat.
There was a quiet click and rustle, and Alec opened his eyes. Jessica’s dressed fell like cream around her delicate ankles as she stepped out of it. Her hands reached under her and lifted her bra away from her chest. Alec stared at her, his cock thickening to it’s full width, and Jessica swallowed nervously.
“It’s been a while…for me…” Alec nodded slowly, and helped her into the bath. The steam rose around them as she lay down along his body, and her lips parted softly. “You’re worth waiting more than a while for….”
Her blonde hair was like silvery steel in the darkened room, and it’s warm scent filled the bathroom in a moment. Alec felt his cock thickening as she pressed against him, her smooth, tanned skin achingly rubbing along his length.
Her brown eyes laughed at him as he lowered his head to kiss her, feeling her way up to his chin. Her fingertips rested lightly on his cheeks as she kissed him, more experiencing each other than feeling the passion.
Alec’s free hand found the soup bowl, and the small bar was dunked below the surface. As they continued to kiss, Alec moved the soap over the woman laying on him, feeling the soap gliding over her skin.
The smoothness of her skin was the same silk as her dress had been, and Alec’s cock began to throb painfully as the soap was worked to a lather across the arch of her back. The lavender soap mixed with the scent of her hair to fill his senses, and he could taste her skin on his tongue.
The kisses moved down his chin to his neck, and her teeth grazed over the skin just below his jaw. Alec’s cock surged upwards, and he shivered as she gasped at the sudden passion that enflamed him. He was panting as her low breaths heated his skin, and couldn’t help himself. His hands lifted her up to fully straddle his hips, and she pushed herself up his body, feeling his cock spring up out of the water as her thighs glided past him.
Alec moaned as she gave another low laugh, and a giggle as his soap covered hands lathered down between the silken muslce of her ass. Her own breathing was rapidly catching up to his, her passion brought on by his obvious desire for her. There was a sudden grunt as he pushed his long forefinger inside her asshole. Jessica leant up, her mouth open as he worked his finger inside her.
The sensation was new to her, and she quivered against him. The water was rapidly cooling, but neither noticed as their breathing was heated once more. Jessica leant down again tentatively as Alec grinned at her, his finger working inside of her. Her teeth scraped over his jawline again, and Alec’s grin faded as his teeth clenched. Lust roared through him like a brushfire, and he twisted in the bath, splashing water up the wall and on the floor.
He lay over her body as she writhed beneath him, and moved his hand away from her ass, instead sliding two fingers inside of her. Jessica moaned as his knuckles massaged her clit, and he could feel her pussy clenching tightly down onto his digits. With another hiss of indrawn breath, Alec pushed his cock between his fingers, and entered her. Jessica’s head began to move side to side, and she moaned wordlessly as he pushed his soaped up cock inside her.
Alec began to drive his hips upwards, pushing his crotch against her small mound, and feeling her quiver as he pressed against her clit. Her hands were everywhere, roaming over her own breasts to his neck, his hair, just feeling him all over her and inside of her. With another high pitched moan, Jessica dropped a hand to her nipple and twisted, shooting sparks of lust and sex down through her body.
Alec was grinning to himself at the sensations she was drawing out of him. His hands slid into the water to grasp at her rear as he felt her squeaking over the bottom of the tub. His cock was thick and full inside her, and Alec tried to concentrate, but couldn’t hold back.
Jessica was panting as though she was about to die, and then she arched upwards and clenched down onto the meat that was fucking her senseless. Her mouth opened wordlessly as she came, and her nails scraped across Alec’s back with fire.
Alec roared as he came, feeling the pain of her nails scoring his shoulders and back combined with the pressure and unbelievable heat from inside her. His hips began to gyrate and he exploded. His cock was spurting and he roared again as she clenched down onto his thrusted shaft. His knees smashed against the ceramic smoothness of the bath.
The water dripped onto the floor from the bath as they both caught their breath. Jessica bit her lip, a wicked smile on her face as chest moved up and down. She licked her lips and smiled again. “That’s kind of a first for me. With…the finger… and everything…” Alec gave a low laugh and slowly withdrew his cock from her centre. Jessica gave another low moan as he did so, and she shivered when his thick head eased out of her.
“Some girls like it. Some don’t.” He kissed her softly, and grinned against her mouth as the blonde woman underneath him ran her hands up his ribs.
“It wasn’t so bad. I think I would have passed out from it all if you had of done that with that thing inside me. But God I feel better. It’s been months.” Alec scoffed and leant backwards, and looked over the side of the tub, searching for some try clothes, or a towel or something. Water was everywhere.
Jessica arched an eyebrow at him. “And you don’t think so?” Alec shrugged, wondering how they were going to get out of the bath when everything was sopping wet. “I just think you would have no shortage of people who’d gladly volunteer. To you know… scratch your itch, if you can forgive the euphemism.” Jessica shrugged this time, momentarily distracting Alec as her glistening breasts shrugged with her.
“Sure. I could walk out onto the street and point to any guy who’d run to fuck me. But in the morning, he’d be gone, and then the next day, he’d be rich, and I’d be a slut who’ll fuck any asshole on the street.”
Alec sighed and reached behind him, pulling the plug. He turned back, and sighed again when he realised she wasn’t joking. “So some asshole in a club is better? Don’t you have… friends?” Jessica smiled softly.
“Sure I do. But nobody like that. When you’re Mary-Kate or Ashley, or Beyonce’, or Jessica, you do that, and you run the risk of moving from the “IT” girl to being the “Everybody been and done” girl. Besides, it’s difficult to develop that kind of thing. Friends with benefits don’t tend to last long. People fall in love, they change, and sooner rather than later, you’re left with somebody you don’t really love who is convinced that you love them, and everyone else just KNOWS that you’re together, you know?”
Alec held out his hand as he got out of the bath, and smiled down at her. She stepped lightly and looked at her feet. “If you’re asking me if I’m about to run to the tabloids, then no, I’m not. I hate those little fuckin’ parasites, and always have. I’m not the kiss and tell type. Well, only to three people, and those three people have confided in me enough to know that we all keep secrets well.” Jessica gave a soft smile again.
“So what do we do now?” Alec smiled and looked at the clock, then looked again. It was four o’clock in the morning. He held his hands out wide. “I’d suggest we get you clothed, so that at least that way, you won’t be accosted by some club-spawned asshole again. Then…? How ’bout breakfast?”
Jessica nodded, the smile slowly returning to her eyes. “You can cook, too?” Alec gave a mocking bow. “Only man alive who can make ice cream and burn it. Probably doesn’t help that I use the smoke detector as a timer.”
Jessica laughed, and stepped in front of him. The moisture in the air, and still slick on her body had curled her straightened hair again, and it softly framed the silken skin and warm brown eyes. Alec gave a distracted laugh, and made his way to the bedroom.
Jason’s clothes were in a small chest of drawers at the rear of the house, for his infrequent visits home. Alec rubbed his chin, trying to decide on whether or not to shave, and decided to forgo it. He opened up the wardrobe and Jessica tiptoed up close behind him.
He could feel her pressed up against him, and felt himself getting warmer. He turned around and put his arms around her, feeling her small body pressed close to him. Her hands ran over his ribs again, and he kissed the top of her head. Her hands slipped down lower, running over his hips, and then skimming down across the tops of his thighs.
Alec’s cock was rock hard again, and he cleared his throat as it rose to her touch. Jessica was looking down at it and laughing softly, loving how much of an affect she had on him.
Alec’s cock was heavy again, and Jessica looked up at her lover as she sank to her knees in front of him. Alec didn’t speak as she licked the underside of his cock, like a lollipop, and then kissed it softly. Her breath made his breath his between his teeth, and suddenly, she was sucking him entirely.
Alec moaned and his hands ran through his hair, still feeling the dampness from their bath. His knees buckled as she began to hum, moaning around his cock how much she liked it.
Alec shook, his knees weak in the heat of her mouth. After a moment, she stopped, and pulled on his cock several times, guiding him to the bed with his cock in her hands.
She teased him up and down her mound, her trimmed hair coarse against the skin of his cock. He could only take it for a moment, and he pushed against her. Jessica licked her lips and grinned wickedly as she moved backwards onto the bed, then turned around on all fours.
She held his cock against her cheeks for a moment, then began to grind, watching over her shoulder as his thick cockhead poked up between her cheeks and slid against her pussy. She bit her lip again and closed her eyes. Her head tilted to the side and the movie star moaned softly as Alec pushed deeper inside of her.
She was still wet, and he slid deeply with little trouble. When he was completely inside her, she lay down, her head on her forearms as he began to move inside her from behind.
Alec ran his hands over her ass, feeling the muscles a split second before she clenched down onto him, and he began to grunt. She clenched down on him and wriggled her ass around his cock, and Alec’s knees began to weaken again.
She was whispering his name as he drove himself inside her, and his hands spread wide, encasing her cheeks and more. His fingers slid around, one massaging her clit and the other reaching up to twist at her nipples.
Jessica began to gasp in time to his thrusts, and whined as his fingers suddenly spread the lips of her pussy. His cock was gliding into her faster and faster, and Jessica was sinfully panting, loving the feeling of Alec’s cock as it slid deeper inside of her with each grunt. She began to play with herself as he fucked her, feeling her fingertips on her clit as his cock slammed deep inside of her pussy.
They held like that for what was to them an eternity, with Alec simply fucking his cock deeper and deeper inside of the woman squeezing his breath from his lungs. After an eternity centred around his cock in her pussy, Alec’s hands again spread wide over the silken cheeks of her ass.
His motions began to speed up again, and his mouth opened soundlessly as he fucked her from behind. Jessica was moaning into her arm as Alec began to gyrate, and with a bellow, his cock burst again, not much, but enough to make Alec collapse.
He withdrew slowly from her, and Jessica moaned, laughing to herself. “Where were we, then?” Alec gasped, feeling the tightness reluctantly give his cock up, and sighed as he rolled over.
“I have no idea. About anything. It’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve come twice in the space of two hours. It’s not something I can normally do.” Jessica laughed, and ran her hands up her body, feeling the pleasure still tingle through her.
“I’m not exactly a normal person, remember?” Alec frowned as he looked up at the wardrobe over his heaving chest.
“Ought to be some shit in here you can wear, at least until you can get back to your hotel room, or whatever.” Jessica ran her hands down her body, running the goose bumps down. Alec felt his cock heating up again, and rolled his eyes.
“Focus…” he told himself, and began to search through his clothes. After about ten minutes, they had her clothed, with one of his old rugby shirts, and a pair of jeans that were way too small on him, but barely fit her.
Alec tucked her trademark hair up underneath an old wrestling beret of his. Triple H wouldn’t really have minded, Alec thought, as he took in the picture. He was dressed in jeans and no shoes, with a simple black tee and sunglasses perched on his head. Jessica leant forwards and planted a small kiss on his cheek. “I’m hungry. Take me for breakfast?”
The End.
“SLAP!”
“If what Jennifer?” Jen was sobbing now “P.p.p.please” she continued. “Okay slut I will” finished the girl. Jennifer felt a piece of barbed wire rub her shoulder. She knew it must be real. “Ready my beauty?” came a mocking male voice. Jennifer broke down in a desperate panic. “No, no, no please. Fuck me again, rape me, I’ll drink your sperm but please don’t cut me!” she cried begging for mercy. Jen heard all four laughing loudly. “Only kidding Jen, we’ll save that until next time.”
Without having the blindfold removed Jen was unchained. She was too weak to stand and she stumbled to a heap on the floor of the van. She heard the door open and felt the cold of outdoors getting nearer as she was pushed out of the van. Jen landed hard on the stony ground with a bump. “Here’s your clothes, what’s left of them!” shouted the girl. That was the last thing Jen heard before the van sped off leaving Jennifer to reflect on her ordeal and the words “….until the next time!”
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