Orbital Tension
The porthole now reflected only the shadows of their moving bodies. Thomas discreetly observed Marc performing his daily exercises, his muscles rolling under his damp skin in the module's dimmed light. Five months. It had been five months since they'd been orbiting Earth, confined in this cramped space where every gesture, every look, every breath seemed amplified by the forced proximity.
'Fuck, what I wouldn't give for a good fuck,' muttered Marc between pull-up sets, unaware of the effect his words had on his teammate. Thomas looked away, pretending to be absorbed by the data on his screen.
'Your wife must miss you,' he responded, his voice carefully neutral. A brief laugh answered him.
'Julie? We divorced three months before launch. I told you, didn't I?' Marc released the exercise bar, his body floating gracefully in zero gravity. Drops of sweat escaped his skin, forming perfect spheres that danced in the module's conditioned air.
Thomas followed a drop with his gaze as it slid down Marc's chest, disappearing beneath the elastic of his shorts. He swallowed hard. 'Oh yeah, right...'
'What about you?' asked Marc, grabbing a towel floating near him. 'Not too hard, the forced celibacy?'
Thomas gave an ironic smile. How could he explain to his straight teammate that it wasn't so much the lack of sex torturing him, but his constant presence? Those moments when Marc emerged from the sonic shower, just a towel around his hips. These daily exercises where his powerful body deployed in the confined space. Those nights when he heard him moan in his sleep...
'Celibacy has its benefits,' Thomas finally replied, focusing on his screens. 'At least, no drama, no complications.'
Marc wiped his chest, his abs contracting with the movement. 'No complications? Man, I jerk off so much I'm going to wear off the wall paint.'
Thomas swallowed a moan, mental images invading his mind despite himself. He knew these moments too well. At night, when the lights were dimmed to simulate the Earth cycle, he sometimes heard Marc's furtive movements in his sleeping bag, his breathing accelerating, his muffled sighs.
'NASA should include sex toys in standard equipment,' joked Marc, approaching the console. His musky scent invaded Thomas's personal space. 'Six months without fucking is inhuman.'
'Five months,' Thomas automatically corrected, cursing his slightly trembling voice.
'Five months, three weeks and...' Marc glanced at the digital clock, '...four days. But who's counting?'
He leaned over Thomas's shoulder to look at the data, his still-damp chest brushing against his teammate's back. Thomas closed his eyes for a moment, his entire body taut as a bow.
'You should take your shower,' he whispered, his voice hoarser than he would have liked. 'You... you smell like a wild animal.'
Marc laughed, a deep sound that resonated in Thomas's chest. 'That's what happens when you lock two guys in a tin can for months. We become animals.'
He finally moved away, heading toward the sonic shower. Thomas heard him remove his shorts, the fabric floating gently in zero gravity before being caught and stored. The characteristic sound of the shower filled the module.
Thomas finally allowed himself to breathe deeply, his body vibrating with familiar tension. Five months. Five months sharing this tiny space with a man who embodied all his fantasies while remaining desperately out of reach.
'Hey, Thomas?' Marc's voice resonated from the shower. 'Remember that time during training? When we were talking about our wildest experiences?'
Thomas felt his heart accelerate. Of course he remembered. It was during their last week of training, after a few drinks too many. Marc had started talking about his sexual experiences, and then...
'You mean when you admitted to sleeping with a guy in college?' Thomas replied, trying to keep his voice neutral despite the images flooding his mind.
The sound of the sonic shower stopped. A heavy silence settled in the module, disturbed only by the constant humming of life support systems.
'Yeah,' Marc finally responded. 'It was... different.'
Thomas stared at his screen without seeing it, his pulse pounding in his temples. He could hear Marc moving behind him, probably drying himself.
'Different how?' The words had left his mouth before he could hold them back.
Another silence. Then the sound of floating footsteps approaching.
'More... intense,' whispered Marc, now right behind him. 'More brutal too. No need to hold back your strength, you know?'
Oh yes, Thomas saw. He saw too well. His entire body vibrated with contained tension.
'And you?' continued Marc, his voice strangely hoarse. 'What's it like with a guy? I mean... you must know exactly what feels good, right?'
Thomas forced himself to breathe slowly, aware of the heat radiating from Marc's barely-dried body behind him. 'It's...' He swallowed hard. 'It's more than just technique. It's an... instinctive understanding.'
'Instinctive?' Marc's voice was barely more than a whisper.
'Like when you know exactly how your own body responds,' explained Thomas, his heart racing. 'You know every sensitive spot, every...'
A sharp beep from the console made them both jump. The moment was broken.
'Houston calling,' muttered Thomas, turning to communications and deliberately ignoring the towel that was dangerously low on Marc's hips.
'Yeah,' replied Marc, finally moving away. 'Duty calls.'
The hours that followed were exquisite torture. Every movement, every glance seemed charged with new meaning. Thomas tried to focus on his daily tasks, but his mind kept returning to Marc's words. 'More intense... more brutal...'
Artificial night finally fell over the module, the lights automatically dimming to simulate Earth's twilight. Thomas watched the stars through the porthole, trying to ignore the sounds of Marc preparing for sleep.
'Do you think we're going crazy?' Marc's voice suddenly broke the silence.
Thomas turned toward him. Marc was floating near his sleeping bag, shirtless, his night shorts riding low on his hips. The dim light sculpted his body in shadows and tempting reliefs.
'What do you mean?'
'This proximity. This isolation. These conversations we'd never have on Earth.'
Marc ran a hand through his short hair, a gesture Thomas had learned to recognize as a sign of nervousness.
'Sometimes I wake up and for a few seconds, I don't know where I am. Who I am.'
Thomas swallowed hard. 'That's normal. Space does that to people.'
'Space?' Marc let out a low laugh that made Thomas shiver. 'Or being locked up with someone who...' He stopped, leaving his sentence hanging.
'Who what?' Thomas's heart was beating so hard he was sure Marc could hear it.
Marc stared at him for a long moment, his eyes darkened by the shadows. 'Who makes you question things you thought were certain.'
The air seemed to charge with static electricity. Thomas felt every oxygen molecule burn in his lungs.
'Marc...' he began, but he was interrupted by the metallic voice of the communication system.
'Space module to Houston, night report in five minutes.'
Marc briefly closed his eyes, as if emerging from a trance. 'We should sleep,' he whispered. 'Tomorrow's a big day.'
Thomas nodded, unable to speak. He watched Marc slip into his sleeping bag, aware that tonight, more than any other, sleep would be hard to find.
The silence that followed the night report was deafening. In the module's near-total darkness, only the instruments' LEDs created archipelagos of blue light. Thomas stared at the ceiling, painfully aware of each of Marc's breaths. They weren't regular. Not the rhythm of sleep.
He could hear him moving in his sleeping bag, tiny movements that resonated like thunderclaps in the spatial silence. Thomas closed his eyes, but images danced beneath his eyelids - Marc in the shower, Marc working out, Marc talking about that night in college...
A muffled sigh made him shiver. He knew that sound. Had heard it so many times these past months, when Marc thought he was being discreet in the darkness. But tonight, something was different. More... deliberate.
'Thomas?' Marc's voice was barely a whisper.
His heart skipped a beat. 'Yes?'
'Are you sleeping?'
'No.'
Another silence. Heavier still.
'What are you thinking about?' Marc's voice was hoarse, charged with something Thomas dared not name.
He hesitated. Truth was dangerous. But in the darkness of space, lies seemed out of place. 'About our conversation earlier.'
A rustle of fabric. Marc turning toward him in his sleeping bag. 'Me too.'
Thomas felt his entire body tense. 'Marc...'
'That night, in college...' Marc's voice was low, almost feverish. 'I didn't tell you everything.'
Thomas's blood was pounding so hard in his temples he could barely hear. 'What do you mean?'
'It wasn't just an experiment. It was... I still think about it. Often.'
Thomas held his breath. In the darkness, he could hear Marc moving, his breathing becoming shorter.
'And since we've been here...' continued Marc, his voice trembling, 'locked up together... I can't stop thinking about it. Wondering...'
'Wondering what?' Thomas's voice was unrecognizable, hoarse with contained desire.
Another movement. More explicit. 'If that's how you touch a man. If your hands...' A muffled moan. 'If your mouth...'
The sound of panting breaths filled the module. Thomas felt every cell in his body vibrate in response to the sounds Marc was making, to the barely concealed movements of his hand under the fabric.
'Marc...' His voice was just a breath. 'You should...'
'Should what?' Marc's tone was almost defiant now. 'Stop? Pretend? We've been pretending for months, Thomas. I see you, you know. I see how you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention.'
Thomas closed his eyes, his body trembling. 'We can't...'
'Can't we?' A rustle of fabric. Marc freeing himself from his sleeping bag.
'Then why am I so hard? Why can't I sleep? Why is it you I think about every time I touch myself?'
The confession floated in the air like an electric discharge. Thomas felt his cock pulse painfully in response.
'Fuck, Marc...' he groaned. 'You can't say things like that...'
'Why not?' Marc's voice was closer now. He must have moved in the darkness. 'Because it makes you hard? Because it makes you want to touch me?'
Thomas gripped the edges of his sleeping bag, his knuckles white with effort. 'We're on a mission...'
'We're alone in space,' whispered Marc, now so close Thomas could feel his heat. 'No one can see us. No one can hear us.'
A brush of contact. Marc's hand finding his arm in the darkness. The touch, even through the sleeping bag's fabric, sent electric shocks through his entire body.
'Marc...' It was a warning. A plea. He didn't know anymore.
'Show me,' breathed Marc. 'Show me how you touch a man. How you make him moan. How you make him cum...'
Thomas's last thread of restraint snapped. In one fluid motion, he emerged from his sleeping bag, his hand finding Marc's nape in the darkness. He felt him shiver under his fingers.
'You really want to know?' His voice was unrecognizable, hoarse with contained desire. 'You really want me to show you?'
Marc's breathing was erratic. 'Yes... fuck, yes...'
Thomas let his hand slide down Marc's bare chest, savoring every shiver, every contraction of muscles under his fingers. He stopped at the elastic of his shorts, feeling the evidence of his desire pressed against the fabric.
'Last chance to back out,' he whispered, his lips brushing Marc's ear.
In response, Marc grabbed his hand and pressed it against his hardened sex. 'No backing out,' he growled. 'No more pretending. Touch me. Show me.'
Thomas slipped his hand under the elastic, wrapping his fingers around Marc's throbbing member. The moan that escaped him was almost animal.
'Is this what you wanted?' whispered Thomas, starting a slow, torturous movement. 'To feel my hand on your cock? To feel how I know exactly where to touch you?'
Marc arched into his hand, his entire body trembling. 'Fuck... yes... it's...'
'Different?' Thomas slightly accelerated, his thumb caressing the wet head. 'More intense?'
'Thomas...' His name was a plea on Marc's lips.
In the near-total darkness, their other senses were heightened. The sound of their panting breath, the scent of their desire, the heat of their skin...
'Let me show you something else,' whispered Thomas, his free hand moving up Marc's chest, finding a hardened nipple that he gently pinched. Marc's entire body shuddered.
'Oh fuck...' Marc's voice was unrecognizable, broken with desire.
Thomas smiled in the darkness. 'You see? I know exactly where to touch, how to touch...' His hand moved lower, caressing the contracted abs. 'How to drive you crazy...'
Marc gripped his arm, his nails digging into the flesh. 'More... I need...'
'What?' Thomas slowed his movements, turning each caress into exquisite torture. 'Tell me what you want, Marc. Tell me what you dream about when you touch yourself thinking of me...'
A strangled moan escaped Marc. 'Your mouth... I want... fuck, I want to feel your mouth...'
Thomas felt his own cock pulse painfully at these words. 'Here?' he whispered, his lips finding Marc's neck in the darkness, nibbling at the sensitive skin.
'No... lower... I want...' Marc was on the edge of begging now.
Thomas descended slowly, his tongue tracing a burning path across Marc's chest, lingering on each muscle, each hollow. Marc's hands found his hair, gripping almost painfully.
'Please...' The plea was barely audible.
Thomas smiled against the burning skin. 'How long have you been dreaming about this?' he whispered, his hot breath against Marc's throbbing cock. 'How many nights have you spent imagining my mouth around your cock?'
Marc's hips lifted involuntarily. 'Months... fuck, months...'
'Then let's see if reality lives up to your fantasies...'
Without warning, Thomas took Marc entirely in his mouth. The cry that escaped him resonated in the module, bouncing off the metal walls. His hands clenched in Thomas's hair, his entire body tensing like a bow.
'Fuck... fuck...' The words escaped his mouth like a litany, a mantra of pure pleasure.
Thomas smiled inwardly, his tongue dancing around the sensitive head before sliding down the pulsing shaft. He knew exactly what to do, what rhythm to adopt, where to press to drive Marc crazy. Years of experience combined with months of fantasizing about this exact moment.
'It's... it's so...' Marc couldn't even form coherent sentences anymore. 'I've never... no one has ever...'
Thomas released him for a moment, his hand continuing the caresses. 'Never what?' he whispered, his tongue tracing circles around the weeping head. 'Never taken the time to savor you like this?'
Marc's hips rose involuntarily, seeking more contact. 'No... never... this good...'
'Then wait until you see what's next...' Thomas took him back into his mouth, deeper this time, his throat relaxing to take him completely.
Marc let out a sound close to a sob. 'Thomas... I'm going to... if you continue...'
But Thomas had no intention of stopping. Instead, he intensified his movements, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony. One of his hands slid lower, caressing Marc's taut testicles, then venturing even further...
'Oh FUCK!' Marc arched violently when Thomas's finger brushed his entrance. 'I... I...'
Thomas felt Marc's cock pulse in his mouth, announcing the imminence of his orgasm. He doubled his efforts, wanting to give him the most intense pleasure...
The orgasm hit Marc like a supernova, exploding in every cell of his body. His cry of pleasure filled the module while his cock pulsed violently in Thomas's mouth, releasing hot jets that the latter eagerly swallowed, his tongue never ceasing its tortuous dance.
'Thomas... Thomas...' The name escaped his lips like a prayer, his hands clenched in his lover's hair, his body wracked by uncontrollable spasms. Drops of sweat and other fluids floated around them like a private constellation, catching the blue light from Earth through the porthole.
Thomas continued his caresses until the last drop, savoring every twitch, every moan. When he finally released Marc's hypersensitive cock, the latter was still trembling, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat that shimmered faintly in the darkness.
'Holy fuck...' Marc's voice was hoarse, broken. 'That was... I've never...'
Thomas slowly moved up his body, his tongue tracing a wet path on his burning skin. 'Never what?' he whispered against his neck. 'Come so hard?'
Marc grabbed his nape, pulling him into a desperate kiss, tasting his own essence on Thomas's tongue. 'Never felt anything so intense,' he panted against his lips.
Their bodies floated slightly in zero gravity, entwined in a passionate embrace. Thomas was painfully hard in his shorts, his cock pulsing to the rhythm of his contained desire.
Marc felt it against his thigh and smiled in the darkness. 'And now...' His hand slid between their bodies, finding the evidence of Thomas's desire. 'Show me how you like to be touched...'
Thomas shivered, his entire body vibrating with anticipation. 'Are you sure?'
In response, Marc plunged his hand under the fabric, his fingers wrapping around Thomas's burning cock.
'More than sure. I want to learn everything. Know everything. Do everything to you...'
Their moans mingled like a symphony of desire in the vastness of space...
'Guide me,' whispered Marc, his fingers exploring Thomas's length with eager curiosity. 'Show me how to drive you crazy like you just did to me.'
Thomas let out a raw moan, his entire body trembling under Marc's still clumsy but enthusiastic caresses. 'Harder... firmer,' he gasped.
'Like when you touch yourself...'
Marc tightened his grip, establishing a more confident rhythm. 'Like this?'
'Yes... fuck, yes...' Thomas's hips moved involuntarily, accompanying Marc's movements.
'It's incredible,' whispered Marc, his voice hoarse with renewed desire. 'Feeling you so hard in my hand, knowing I'm the one making you feel this way...'
His free hand explored Thomas's chest, discovering each muscle, each curve. He stopped at a hardened nipple, pinching it experimentally. The moan that escaped Thomas made him smile in the darkness.
'I want to try something,' Marc whispered, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation. 'I want... I want to taste you.'
Thomas felt his cock pulse violently at these words. 'Marc... you don't have to...'
'I know.' Marc was already descending along his body, his lips tracing an uncertain path on his burning skin. 'But I want to. I'm dying to...'
His hot breath against Thomas's cock drew a strangled moan from the latter. Marc placed a hesitant kiss on the glistening head, his tongue tentatively emerging to taste the first drops of pleasure. The taste, the texture, the musky scent... everything was new, intoxicating...
The first exploratory lick from Marc tore a deep moan from Thomas. Encouraged by this reaction, Marc became bolder, his tongue tracing circles around the sensitive head, tasting, discovering.
'It's... it's different than I imagined,' he whispered, his hot breath making Thomas shiver. 'More exciting...'
'You... you imagined this often?' Thomas's voice was taut with contained desire.
Marc smiled in the darkness. 'More often than I wanted to admit.' He placed another kiss on the pulsing cock. 'In the shower... at night... watching you exercise...'
Then, gathering his courage, he took Thomas into his mouth. The animal growl that escaped Thomas resonated throughout the module.
'Fuck, Marc...' Thomas's hands found his hair, not to guide, but to hold onto something as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.
Marc experimented, remembering what Thomas had done to him, trying to reproduce those sensations. His tongue danced around the shaft, his lips tightening then releasing, creating a suction that made Thomas tremble.
'You're... fuck... you're learning fast,' gasped Thomas.
Emboldened by these compliments, Marc took him deeper, savoring the sensation of control, the intoxicating power of giving so much pleasure. His own cock was beginning to stir again, aroused by the sounds Thomas was making, by the taste of his desire, by the raw intimacy of the act.
'Marc... if you continue like this... I'm going to...'
Marc released Thomas's cock for a moment, his hand taking over. 'Then come,' he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. 'I want to taste you... I want everything...'
He took Thomas back into his mouth, deeper this time. The flavors exploded on his tongue - salt, musk, pure masculine essence. A growl of hunger resonated in his throat, vibrating around Thomas's cock.
'Marc... I'm going to... you should...' He tried to warn him, his hands pulling slightly at his hair.
But Marc didn't back away. On the contrary, he intensified his movements, a hungry growl resonating in his throat. This sound, this vibration, was the final drop.
The orgasm exploded like a supernova, Thomas's body arching like an electric arc. His cock pulsed violently in Marc's mouth, releasing hot jets that the latter welcomed with an eager moan, swallowing each drop as if his life depended on it.
'FUCK... MARC!' The name resonated in the module like a prayer, a blasphemy, a declaration.
Marc continued his caresses until the last drop, his tongue licking, cleaning, savoring. When he finally released Thomas's hypersensitive cock, the latter was trembling in every limb.
'That was...' Marc wiped his lips, his voice hoarse. 'That was even better than in my fantasies.'
Thomas pulled him up, kissing him deeply, tasting his own essence on his tongue. 'You're a gifted student,' he whispered against his lips.
'I had a good teacher,' Marc replied with a smile that could be heard in his voice. Then, pressing his body against Thomas's, he added: 'And I'm ready for my next lesson...'
Thomas felt Marc's cock, hard again, against his thigh and smiled in the darkness.
'Already?'
'Five months of abstinence, remember?' Marc nipped at his neck. 'And now that I've tasted this... I want to learn everything. Explore everything. Try everything...'
In the silence of space, their bodies floating slightly in zero gravity, a new tension was already beginning to build...
'Everything?' whispered Thomas, his hands roaming Marc's burning body. 'Are you sure you know what you're getting into?'
Marc pressed his hard cock against Thomas's thigh. 'No,' he admitted, his voice hoarse. 'But that's what excites me. Not knowing. Discovering. Letting you guide me...'
Thomas slid his hand between their bodies, his fingers finding Marc's entrance. 'We need to go slowly,' he whispered. 'Prepare you...'
'We have...' Marc hesitated. 'Lube?'
Thomas smiled in the darkness. 'The massage oil in the medical kit. For sore muscles after exercise...'
'Who would have thought NASA would provide us with everything we need?' Marc's laugh transformed into a moan when Thomas got up to fetch the oil. 'Hurry...'
Thomas returned quickly, the small bottle in hand. 'Impatient?'
'You have no idea,' growled Marc, pulling Thomas against him. 'Five months watching you, fantasizing... I want to feel everything you can make me feel.'
Thomas poured some oil on his fingers, warming it. 'Then let me show you...'
The oiled fingers found Marc's entrance, caressing gently, without forcing. 'Breathe,' he whispered. 'Let yourself go. Trust me.'
Marc shivered under the intimate caress, his body caught between tension and desire. 'I trust you,' he breathed. 'So much...'
The first finger slid in slowly, delicately, accompanied by Thomas's kisses on his neck, his chest. Marc let out a strangled sound, a mix of surprise and pleasure.
'It's... it's different,' he gasped. 'But good... so good...'
Thomas smiled against his skin. 'Wait until you see what comes next,' he whispered, his finger moving gently, searching for that special spot. When he found it, Marc's entire body tensed.
'FUCK!' The cry resonated in the module. 'What was... what did you...'
'Your prostate,' explained Thomas, massaging the sensitive spot gently. 'The center of male pleasure.'
Marc's hips were moving on their own now, seeking more contact. His cock was already leaking, leaving pearly drops floating in zero gravity.
'More,' he begged. 'I need more...'
Thomas added a second finger, still as slowly, as tenderly. Marc's moans became deeper, more animal.
'You're magnificent like this,' whispered Thomas. 'Surrendered to pleasure, opening up for me...'
Marc gripped his shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh. 'Thomas... I want... I need...'
'What?' Thomas added a third finger, stretching gently, preparing. 'Tell me what you want...'
'You,' moaned Marc. 'I want you inside me. I want to feel you... completely...'
Thomas slowly withdrew his fingers, drawing a whimper of loss from Marc. He poured more oil into his hand, coating his hardened cock.
'How do you want...' he began, but Marc cut him off.
'Face to face,' he panted. 'I want to see you. I want to see everything.'
In the module's dim light, their bodies floating slightly in zero gravity, Thomas positioned himself. The tip of his cock pressed against Marc's prepared entrance.
'Look at me,' whispered Thomas. 'Keep your eyes on mine.'
Marc obeyed, his gaze locked with Thomas's. The first push was slow, infinitely gentle. Marc's body opened for him, welcoming him inch by inch.
'Oh fuck...' Marc's voice trembled. 'It's... it's...'
'Breathe,' breathed Thomas, stopping halfway. 'Let your body adjust.'
Marc gripped his shoulders, his body trembling. 'I feel... so full... so complete...'
Thomas began to move, tiny thrusts, barely perceptible. Each movement made Marc moan louder.
'More,' he begged. 'Please... deeper...'
Thomas sank in completely, their bodies merging totally. Through the porthole, Earth turned slowly, silent witness to their union.
'You're perfect,' whispered Thomas, starting a slow, deep rhythm. 'So hot... so tight around me...'
Marc's legs wrapped around his waist, changing the angle, taking him even deeper. A cry escaped him when Thomas hit his prostate.
'There!' he moaned. 'Right there... don't stop...'
The rhythm intensified naturally, their bodies finding perfect harmony in zero gravity. Each thrust from Thomas drew a deeper moan from Marc, their breaths mingling in the module's confined air.
'Thomas... Thomas...' Marc's name escaped his lips like a litany, a cosmic prayer. 'I've never... never felt...'
'I know,' breathed Thomas, his forehead pressed against Marc's, their bodies moving as one being. 'I know...'
Zero gravity gave their movements a particular grace, almost supernatural. Their bodies floated slightly, allowing impossible angles on Earth, new sensations, transcendent.
'Look,' whispered Thomas, turning Marc's head slightly toward the porthole. Earth rotated slowly beneath them, a blue jewel in the black immensity. 'We're the only humans making love here, now, in space...'
This thought seemed to electrify Marc. His body tightened around Thomas, drawing a groan of pleasure from him.
'Harder,' begged Marc. 'Take me harder... mark me... make me yours...'
Thomas accelerated his thrusts, each push deeper, more intense than the last. The sound of their bodies colliding resonated in the module, accompanied by their increasingly hoarse moans.
'I feel you... so deep,' gasped Marc. 'It's like... like you're touching my soul...'
Thomas's hand found Marc's cock, hard and dripping between their bellies. 'Come for me,' he whispered. 'Come while I fill you...'
Marc's body began to tremble, his muscles contracting around Thomas's cock. 'I'm going to... oh fuck, I'm going to...'
The orgasm hit Marc like a stellar explosion, radiating from his center to the edges of his being. His body contracted violently around Thomas, his cry of pleasure resonating in the module like the song of a nova.
'THOMAS!' His body arched, his cock pulsing between their bellies, projecting hot jets that floated in zero gravity like pearly drops, creating an intimate constellation of their shared pleasure.
This vision, combined with the sensation of Marc's body tightening around him, pushed Thomas over the edge. He thrust one last time, as deep as possible, his cock exploding deep inside Marc.
'Marc... oh fuck... MARC!'
Their bodies merged completely, their souls seeming to meet in space's immensity. Through the porthole, Earth continued its silent rotation, cosmic witness of their transcendent union.
The spasms of their orgasms seemed endless, their bodies trembling in unison, their breaths mingled, their hearts beating to the same rhythm as the universe's pulsations.
'I feel you,' whispered Marc, his voice broken with emotion. 'I feel you everywhere... in me... around me...'
Thomas pressed his forehead against Marc's, their bodies still united, sharing the same breath. 'It's like...' He searched for words. 'Like we've become one with the universe...'
Around them, drops of their pleasure danced in zero gravity, creating a unique celestial choreography. Their sweat-gleaming bodies reflected Earth's blue light, their skin seeming to radiate from within.
'I didn't know,' whispered Marc, his hands caressing Thomas's back. 'I didn't know it could be like this...'
Thomas placed a tender kiss on his lips. 'Me neither,' he confessed. 'This is... beyond anything I've known.'
They remained like this, united, floating gently in the module's confined space, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of their shared pleasure.
'We should clean up,' whispered Thomas after a moment, observing the droplets of their pleasure still floating around them like a miniature Milky Way.
Marc let out a small laugh. 'NASA didn't really prepare us for this kind of situation.'
'I don't think "post-coital cleanup in zero gravity" was part of the training program,' replied Thomas with a smile.
They used towels to erase the traces of their passion, their gestures still slowed by post-orgasmic bliss. Their hands kept brushing against each other, sending little electric shocks through their exhausted but satisfied bodies.
'Thomas?' Marc's voice was soft in the darkness.
'Hmm?'
'This wasn't... this wasn't just a one-time thing for me.' There was a touching vulnerability in his voice...
Thomas drew him close, kissing him tenderly. 'Five months of abstinence to make up for, right?' he whispered against his lips.
Marc smiled, his body already responsive to Thomas's proximity. 'And still four months of mission ahead of us...'
'Four months to explore everything,' breathed Thomas, his hand sliding down Marc's back. 'To teach you everything...'
A discreet beep from the system reminded them that in a few hours, they would have to resume their role as professional astronauts. But for now, in the module's dimness, they were just two men who had just discovered a new way to see the universe.
'Sleep,' whispered Thomas, pulling Marc against him in his sleeping bag. 'You'll need strength for your next... lesson.'
Marc's low laugh transformed into a yawn. 'I can't wait for tomorrow night...'
Through the porthole, Earth continued its eternal dance, unaware that two of its children had just redefined what it meant to "touch the stars"...
But as Marc drifted off to sleep, something stirred deep inside him. The virus Johnson had planted was just beginning its real work. His dreams that night would be filled with new desires, new possibilities, new hungers...
In his sleep, Marc's body twitched, responding to new impulses awakening in his cells. The virus Johnson had engineered was mutating, evolving, preparing for its next phase. Each drop of Thomas's essence absorbed earlier was accelerating the transformation.
Thomas, still awake, noticed Marc's increasing temperature, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, the way his body seemed to pulse with a new kind of energy. But he attributed it to their intense activities, unaware of the sophisticated viral dance happening at a molecular level.
'Thomas...' Marc mumbled in his sleep, his body pressing against his companion's. 'Need... more...'
Through the porthole, an unusual aurora borealis began to dance across Earth's atmosphere, its colors somehow different, more... alive. As if the virus was already affecting more than just its human host.
In his Manoir back on Earth, Johnson smiled at his screens, watching as his creation began its true purpose. Phase One had been perfect - using sexual desire as a vector. But Phase Two... Phase Two would transform not just these two men, but potentially all of humanity's future in space.
'Sleep well, my astronauts,' he whispered to his monitors. 'Tomorrow, you'll help me rewrite the laws of human evolution...'"
[TO BE CONTINUED...]