Chapter 30
Gunner
A pair of deuces wasn’t going to cut it. Gunner slapped his cards down. “I fold.”
Suki let out a demonic laugh. “I won.” He wagged a finger. “Come with me, lover.”
“But I’m scheduled for the next watch.”
“Seven and I can take the next turn.” Sugar squeezed Gunner’s knee. “Besides, you lost the bet. Go face the consequences.”
“Dead man walking,” Gunner mumbled as he followed Suki to the spa.
“Don’t be a drama queen. It didn’t hurt the first time, did it?” Suki nudged Gunner into a barber chair with just his sex appeal. “Have you decided where yet?” Gunner shook his head. “Cock? Nipples? Tongue? All classics.”
Gunner tried to imagine himself with a cockhead piercing like Sugar’s. “I’m not brave enough for the first option.”
“I recommend a tongue piercing like mine.” Suki licked the pad of Gunner’s thumb. “It adds extra spice to oral sex.”
“Will you show me how to use it?”
Suki smiled and reclined the chair. Less than a minute later, Gunner was upright again, admiring the silver barbell Suki had drilled through his tongue. “I like it,” he said, setting down the hand mirror.
“I used a fatter bead than usual. Heavier hardware contrasts nicely with your sweet… everything.” Suki tweaked Gunner’s left nipple. “Let’s pierce your tits now.”
“First, I need that lesson you promised.”
“Follow me to that chaise, and I’ll teach you things that’ll make a grown man weep.”
Thirty minutes later, Gunner was sprawled between Suki’s legs, naked, sated, and licking jizz from his lips. “How was I?”
Suki wore a blissful expression. “Too good. I hoped it would take longer to teach you.”
“I could do it again.” Gunner gently massaged Suki’s sac.
“Yes, please.” Suki spread his legs.
Bold and confident, Gunner licked Suki’s wet cockhead while teasing his velvety taint.
Suki moaned. “Baby boy, you know what I like.”
Just as Gunner was about to slide a finger up Suki’s ass, Snake’s voice boomed over the intercom. “Meet us in the living room, boys. We have fantastic news.”
“That motherfucker has the worst timing in the universe,” Suki groaned.
· · ·
After Snake and Horatio finished their recap, Gunner burst into laughter.
They’d landed in a dimension occupied by squirrels. Here, they were called Scuirians, and had formed their own crime syndicate, exhibiting a level of finesse even Capone would envy.
“We’re in the middle of a squirrel mafia,” Gunner said. “What could possibly go wrong?”
“As long as you don’t call them that, we’ll be fine. Martine and Saul are good… people.” Snake frowned. “Are they people?”
“They talk, so I guess so,” Horatio said.
Snake let out a mournful sigh. “No weres, though.”
“Poor baby.” Sugar played with Snake’s hair. “What can we do to help you get over the bitter sting of disappointment?”
“If you and the boys pulled a train on my ass, it might cheer me up a bit.” Snake flashed Sugar a sultry pout.
With a chorus of whoops, the room emptied, leaving Gunner and Horatio alone.
“Do you want to go join them?” Horatio asked.
“Maybe later. There’s something I need to show you in our room.” The lights flickered three times. “What’s that about?”
“Just the power grid acting up.” Horatio smiled. “What do you want to show me?”
“Something hot.”
An odd breeze followed them into the elevator, accompanied by a faint scent of ozone and burnt sugar. “I feel like someone’s watching me.” Gunner rubbed his arms.
“That would be me.”
The elevator took longer than usual, and by the time they reached their bunk, Gunner was trembling with anticipation. He practically ripped off his clothes before diving into bed.
Horatio grinned as he undressed. “You’re really worked up.”
“Just horny for you.” Gunner bit his lip and gazed at Horatio with the same expression that had melted Suki earlier.
Horatio dropped to his knees. “You’re killing me, Cupcake.”
Gunner laughed. “Just get in here.”
“Be gentle. I got kidnapped by gangster squirrels.” He lay next to Gunner, face flushed, eyes bright. “It was scary.”
Gunner brought him in close for a passionate kiss, thrilled when Horatio pulled back in surprise. “Like it?” He fluttered his piercing at him.
“How did Suki talk you into that?”
“I lost a round of poker, but I chose the location.” He took Horatio’s hand and slowly licked up his index finger. “I thought you might enjoy this.”
“You pierced your tongue… for me?” Horatio asked, voice raspy and higher pitched.
Gunner pushed him onto his back. “Yeah. So I could do this.” He sucked Horatio’s right nipple, using his piercing to make it hard. “And this.” He rubbed the flat of his tongue over Horatio’s cockhead, rolling the fat bead along his slit and increasing the pressure with each lick.
“Fuuuck.” Horatio clenched the sheets in his fists, body spasming as he came all over Gunner’s tongue. “Jesus, baby… what the hell are you doing to me?”
Drunk on power, Gunner rolled onto his back, laughing. “Apparently, making you come in thirty seconds.”
Grinning, Horatio straddled Gunner and held his arms down. “You wreck me in the best way. Now I’m gonna return the favor.”
The hottest kisses followed—deep ones that made Gunner wrap his legs around Horatio’s hips and squeeze tight. “Fuck, yeah.” He twisted his fingers into Horatio’s hair. “Wreck my ass.”
“Good god damn, you’re sexy. I’m already hard again.”
A breeze brushed across their bodies. “Do you feel a draft?”
“Probably the air conditioning.” Horatio released Gunner’s arms and searched under his pillow. “I stashed lube somewhere.”
Gunner heard a light slap.
“I love when you spank my ass.” Horatio squirmed. “Do it again like you mean it.”
“I didn’t do it the first time!”
“What?” Horatio rolled over and turned on a bedside lamp. The dim light barely illuminated the bed. He squinted into the darkness. “Seven? Did you sneak in here?”
“We would have heard the door open.” Gunner sat up, completely spooked. He sniffed the air. “Do you smell cake?”
“Yeah, and lit birthday candles.” Horatio frowned. “You in here, Stiles?”
Someone answered with a sly giggle—menacing yet seductive.
“That’s not Stiles,” Gunner whispered.
Suddenly, the comforter flew back with a gust of air, revealing a figure crouched at the foot of the bed like a wild animal ready to pounce. Its eyes glowed a faint green in the dark.
“Sexy boys. I play, too?”
Horatio reached for the instrument hanging over the bed.
“No.” The creature’s eyes narrowed. With a flick of its pale fingers, the guitar lifted into the air and sailed across the room, landing on a chair with a thud. “Play nice.”
Gunner scooted backward, pressing himself against Horatio. “What is that?”
“No idea, but we might need an exorcist.”
Another giggle, followed by a finger snap. The overhead lights blazed to life, revealing a petite, nude male. He flashed a smile and pointed at Horatio in recognition. “Big sexy!”
Horatio’s eyebrows shot up. As he struggled to stammer a response, Gunner could only stare, transfixed.
The figure seemed anything but human—part fairy or maybe devil—but unmistakably otherworldly, conjured by witches or birthed from arcane magic.
His enormous black eyes lacked sclera, yet their upward tilt at the outer corners softened his demonic gaze.
A septum piercing dangled from his pert nose, while silver hoops adorned both sides of his plump bottom lip.
His skin shimmered as if dusted with moonlight.
But it was his tattoos that held Gunner’s fascination. Swirling patterns of shimmering black covered the right side of his body, twisting up his neck and across half his face. The lines pulsed along with what Gunner assumed was the creature’s heartbeat.
“Do you know him?” Gunner asked, eyes drawn to his dick. It was erect and glowing at the tip, with no visible testicles.
“I met him and some of his friends. In Vixen.”
Gunner snapped out of his trance. “The dimension Snake and Seven mentioned during Operation Zigzag? The one they were scared to land in?”
Horatio nodded. “That’s the place.” He smiled at the Vixenite, the same smile he used to flash at the audience right before launching into a guitar solo. “Remember me? You and your friends almost fucked me to death.”
“Fuck?” The creature crawled on hands and knees toward Horatio, hips undulating with sensual promise. A loud buzzing emanated from his toned, slender body.
“Uh oh. He’s all cranked up now, Gun. We’re doomed.”
Eyes locked on the Vixenite, Gunner opened a nightstand drawer and rummaged for something—anything—he might use for protection. He grabbed what he thought was a hairbrush and pointed it at him. “Don’t make me smack you with this!”
“Ooo, pretty.”
Gunner looked down at the object in his hand. It wasn’t a hairbrush.
It was a big, blue dildo.
“Yum.” The gorgeous alien sucked the silicone head with enthusiastic glee.
“Big Blue! Stiles has been looking for that,” Horatio said.
“He’s just horny? Dude! I thought he wanted to kill us.”
“Guess I exaggerated. Truth is, they don’t actually fuck you to death—more like a bliss coma. Vixens are harmless, but their narcotic kisses make you lose all sense of time. We were in their dimension for three days, and—wow. He’s deep-throating the hell out of that thing.”
Gunner pulled the toy out of his mouth and tossed it aside. “I’m Gunner, and he’s Horatio. What’s your name?”
“Dagger.” His eyes pulsated.
“How did you get on the ship, Dagger?” Gunner asked.
The buzzing grew louder. “Need real cock.” He reached for Gunner. “Give me?” His accent was thick and exotic.
“First, let’s get to know each other.” Gunner tried to back away from his groping hands, but was already pressed against the headboard.
“Dagger, around here, we ask first.” Horatio used a stern, fatherly tone that made Gunner weak in the knees.
Hands clutching Gunner’s hips, Dagger’s spidery eyelashes fluttered. “Please, I suck? Then, questions.”
Gunner glanced at Horatio. “Well, he did ask nicely.”
“Go ahead, Dagger. Show Gunner all your sexy tricks.”
Dagger licked his lips. “You in trouble.”