Imposition (13 page)

He opened his eyes a fraction, and his fantasy dissolved. He was hard and desperate for it, but determined not to come with those thoughts in his head. He just couldn't understand what was wrong with him. He'd had similar thoughts before, but always been able to overwhelm them and think of women instead, which was what he really wanted.

But he was so hard he could feel the pulse in every part of his erection, and had to move out of the water flow because it was getting too sensitive. He reached down to his balls, back against the wall, panting openly as he tugged them gently, wanting to resume the fantasy and enjoy the climax he knew would follow, but still resistant. He let his head drop to the side, rubbing his palm in small circular motions over his glans. It was just a fantasy, after all. It didn't matter that thinking of being pleasured by another man turned him on beyond where thinking of women took him to.

"Am I interrupting?"

Gen jolted, eyes wide, staring out into the bathroom, horrified that he'd been discovered but finding no one.

"Oh, sorry. Don't worry, I'm speaking directly into your ear."

"How the fuck —"

"You see, earlier, when I touched you, I popped a little device behind your ear. It's tapped into your vestibulocochlear nerve—completely harmless and reversible, I assure you—so even though I'm on the other side of the ship I can still talk to you."

"What the hell! Turn this shit off, now!"

"Now where would be the fun in that? After all, it seems like you've got something you want to get back to..."

"Can you see?"

"No, no,” laughed the voice in his ear. “But this device also monitors brain activity and heart rate...dopamine production and the like...quite impressively sophisticated for such a small thing."

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Just do a little something for me, and I promise to leave you alone."

"What?"

"I know you're all hot and worked up already,"

"Fuck you, spying bastard."

"But I thought I'd make up for my rudeness earlier by guiding you to the best orgasm you've ever had."

"Like hell I'd want that!"

"So you're soft then?"

"Well, no, but —"

"So you'd have to admit you want this on some level, right?"

"I'm just hard because I'm so close! Fuck, why am I even telling you this."

"How close?"

"Don't even fucking think about it, you asshole."

"Come on, Gen, I'll promise I'll leave you alone altogether afterwards. You have no idea how good it feels...just play along for now, and if the thought of me making you come turns you off completely, I'll leave you to your own devices."

Gen looked down at his cock. His mind may have been addled, but there was no way. Absolutely no way.

And yet he was intrigued. There was something in Meitou's voice, something rich and seductive and convincing, and he would be doing it himself, able to think of whatever he wanted—and the promise of the best orgasm he'd ever had was certainly appealing. So he said nothing.

"I see,” Meitou said, with an audible grin. “Then do exactly as I tell you."

A new and commanding tone to the man's voice rekindled the fire in Gen's groin. “Okay,” he swallowed, wanting to get this over with, blushing from the thought of it and feeling quite uncomfortable but aroused nonetheless.

"Put your back against the wall. Just your shoulders; lean your hips forward so your cock is in full view."

"Mm,” he said.

"Spread your thighs. Start like you usually do."

The blush on his cheeks was for a different reason now. It felt like the temperature in the cubicle had gone up a few degrees as he rubbed his cock and palmed his balls, biting his lip and thinking of the voice in his head.

"Feel good?"

"...Fuck you."

"Keep one hand on your cock, let the other drift down a little."

"Look, I already know it feels good there."

"Good for you. Now push farther down."

"Uh huh..."

"Keep going,"

Gen already knew where Meitou was directing him.

"Look, I don't know,"

"If you want to stop, then stop. But I promise I'll make you feel so fucking good..."

Gen wasn't sure what the hell he was doing, following the instructions of a pervert in his ear, but he definitely wanted to feel good. He leant his head back against the wall and pushed down, down, so that his fingertip rested over his asshole. He'd always wondered what it might feel like, and this was as good an excuse as any to try it out.

"Circle there, gently, don't rush, get used to how it feels. Keep working your cock. Now ease in, just your fingertip at first. This is getting you wet, isn't it?"

"...Fuck off..."

"Push in a bit farther, and it'll start to get good. You're hot inside, aren't you? Hot and soft and tight—"

"Stop—"

"I'm not doing anything. I'm just talking. How deep are you now?"

"Second...second joint..."

"Push all the way in, up to the knuckle. Move about, in and out if you want to, like someone was fucking you."

"I don't want to be fucked."

"You're breathing far too heavily for me to believe that. Slip another finger in."

"Mmn..."

"You'll want to be sitting for the next part. Slide down the wall until your ass reaches the floor, don't take your fingers out, don't take your hand away from your cock."

"What now?” Gen hated how needy he sounded, to a guy who had intruded on his privacy, to a guy he couldn't even begin to like, but fuck it, he was too hot to care and everything about the situation felt far too good.

"Push in and out, keep up with the rhythm on your cock; you must be about ready to explode now..."

"Shit... ‘m coming..."

"Stop."

"Fuck..."

"You want to come?"

"Yeah,"

"Take your hand off your cock."

"Huh?"

"Take your hand off your cock, keep working inside. Now curl your fingers towards you. Just keep pressing. You'll find it."

"I don't..."

"You will."

"Oh,
fuck.
"

"Press there. Circle your fingers and massage that spot. How does it feel?"

Was this what it was like? Was this how it had felt for Meitou when he was getting fucked by Therse? “I want...to touch..."

"Go ahead."

"I'm leaking...every time I move...I'm so fucking wet..."

Was this how it might feel if he...

"See, I told you it would be worth it."

"I want to come."

"By all means, don't let me stop you."

It was, without a doubt, the single most intense sexual experience of his life up to that point. White flames tripped up his spine and fanned out, forcing spasms through his muscles wherever they touched, molten pleasure sending tremors through his groin and hips with each throbbing pulse of ejaculation. When he was spent, it felt like the orgasm had lasted forever, and he slumped over against the corner of the shower in exhaustion, throat hoarse from shouting. He shuddered as he pulled his fingers out of his ass, breathing hard. “If you breathe a word of this to anyone—"

"I've really got far better things to do, and besides, everyone else already does it, Gen. I think you've got some catching up to do. See you."

"Well, I hope
you're
fucking enjoying yourself."

"I am, thanks,” Meitou said, not looking up from his screen of military briefings. He knew full well the AI wouldn't leave it at that, but he couldn't resist the chance to get a shot in before it launched into what he was sure would be a tirade of moaning.

"I've had the displeasure of the company of some real weirdos over the years, but this fucker takes the biscuit."

"This ship's AI, you mean?"

"Doesn't even have the decency to sit quietly while I get on with things; it's rattling around in the background, simply refusing to play nice."

"Wouldn't you be pissed if someone hacked your systems and imprisoned you in your own mind-state?"

"Yes—that goes without saying—but I wouldn't be dumb enough to let it happen in the first place."

"Uh huh."

The ship either didn't detect his sarcasm or decided to ignore it. “It's not like I didn't give it fair warning. It had at least five nanoseconds to comply with my request—more than ample—so it only has itself to blame for this situation."

Meitou let the screen drop into his lap. “Why did you resort to imprisonment? It's a bit much, if you ask me."

"It refused point blank to make the required changes to its engines, said everything had to be maintained as it was. If I hadn't done the dirty on it, we'd never make it in time."

"So really you were just pissed that a Navy AI was giving you the runabout."

"That has nothing to do with anything. It's just...process, that's all. And now it won't
shut the hell up
. It's like if you were sharing your head with a screaming two-year-old."

"What's wrong with it? Can't you shut it down?"

"I'm pushing it with imprisonment. If I knocked it out—which technically I could, and at this moment that seems like a very attractive solution—I'd be stepping into very hot water. Accession codes are only for use under extreme circumstances."

"I had no idea you were such a moderate."

"It just keeps wailing on and on about the sodding plants in the biohabitat, wanting me to let it out so it can make sure they're cared for properly."

"Weird."

"Like I said."

"Well, each to their own, I guess."

"That's not the weirdest thing though."

"Oh?"

"I've been digging around in its records—it used to be a warship, retired and decommissioned about four years ago after it went AWOL for a while."

"That would explain why everything on board is ancient. Why was it on the run?"

"No idea. Spent its time collecting samples of plant life from a number of systems and even some previously uncharted ones. The contents of the biohab are the fruits of its eccentric labor."

"I'm guessing that's why it got decommissioned when they eventually found it, then."

"Can't let a crazy plant-loving gunship wander free as is when you can't predict what it's thinking. They decided to let it keep its ‘garden’ so long as it gave up its weaponry and agreed to be relegated from a front-line warship to a glorified transport on a route that's rarely ever used.

"It actually prefers it when no one's on board. As far as it's concerned we're all intruding, even the two Navy personnel. Whom it
particularly
doesn't like, by the way, because they have the audacity to eat the edible fruits of its selective breeding experiments. I tried to explain why selective breeding for taste and texture would be meaningless if they were never to be eaten, but—well, you try arguing subjectives with a screaming two-year-old."

"Any idea why plants?"

"Not a clue. It's already opened up three levels to cultivate the larger species, though. I had a look at its schematics and the habitat is twenty times larger than it needs to be to fulfill the oxygen requirements of this vessel at full capacity. The more I find out, the sweeter that accession code's starting to look."

"Oh, would you stop whining; it's unbecoming of an artificial intelligence."

"Better artificial than
superficial,
” came the ship's rebuttal. Meitou tutted.

The room's comms unit chirped on the far wall.

"Who is it?"

"Therse,” the ship said. “Want me to connect it?"

"Sure. Audio only though, I can't be bothered to get up.” There was a noise as the call connected. “Therse, what can I do for you?"

"Hey Meitou. Any idea why I can't get through to Gen?"

Meitou pursed his lips, remembering that he'd had the ship disconnect the comms link to Gen's quarters earlier to prevent interruption. “No idea, sorry. Anything I can help you with?"

"Nah, not really, I was just...” Silence descended on the other end of the link.

"Therse?"

"Are you...are you in the middle of anything?"

He looked at the various screens open and scattered around him and grinned. “Nope."

About fifteen minutes later, the door to his quarters buzzed. By this time, he'd cleared away all his papers, stowing them neatly on the room's little desk in their secure forms. “It's open,” he said, smiling at Therse as he stepped through, doors slipping closed behind him. He looked slightly nervous, deep brown eyes flicking around the room and eventually resting on Meitou. He parted his lips like he wanted to say something, then thought better of it, scratching the back of his head instead. Meitou had never known any man look so good in just plain, simple Navy fatigues.

He knew what was coming, so he waited for it. Patience always paid off in his experience.

"I don't mean to be presumptuous, but...” Meitou squinted at him, playing coy, forcing him to find the right words. “Do you want to fuck?"

And there it was. He was actually quite glad that Therse had sought him out. He would never have admitted it, but the frisson with Gen had left him a little hot under the collar and he was eager to release some of that tension. Better to relieve it with both of them at once, but these things took time. “I thought you'd never ask."

He moved across to Therse, noticing the man's breathing quicken in anticipation of what was to come.

They kissed, Therse's lips hard and sweet against his, urgent and eager. Meitou found himself wondering idly just how many men Therse had been with, if he'd had to conduct his affairs under the nose of his best friend for so many long years. Then he smiled to himself, remembering that of the hundreds of men and women he'd been with, he'd only ever pondered that fact about two others.

What he'd said before hadn't been facetious at all; Therse really was his type.

Therse climbed on top of him as they sat back onto the bed, straddling Meitou's hips as he chased the line of Therse's jaw with hungry lips, whispering practiced words into his receptive ear. Therse shuddered in his lap, eyes screwed tightly shut and eyebrows knitted like he did when they were fucking, hands gripping Meitou's shoulders so hard his knuckles were turning white.