Glenn, Stormy and Hagen, Lynn - Pax's Blues [Lady Blue Crew 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (13 page)

“Stop!” Pax said as he held his hands up.

Colt stopped instantly.

Pax’s mouth dropped open. “You stopped,” he said, his voice filled with wonder.

Colt frowned. “Of course I did. You told me to.”

“But…” Pax rubbed his forehead when it wrinkled. “I thought you wanted to have sex?”

“I do.”

“Then why did you stop?”

Colt blinked as he tried to follow Pax’s line of thought. “Because you told me to.”

“But—”

Realization suddenly dawned on Colt. He smiled but stayed where he was. “Pax, no matter how much I might want it, I will never force you to have sex with me. I’d hope that you wanted it, too, but if you don’t…”

Colt thought his ears were going to bleed when Pax shouted and jumped up. He almost didn’t catch Pax when the little man launched himself into Colt’s arms. Colt chuckled as Pax planted little kisses all over his face and neck.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Pax said in between kisses.

“You’re more than welcome, little bird.” Colt fell forward onto the bed, making sure his arms took the brunt of their fall as he pinned Pax beneath him. “Now, do you think we could get on to the sex part, or did you really mean no?”

“Not exactly.” Pax’s eyes dropped to Colt’s neck. “You just seemed angry and I—”

“Anxious, little bird, not angry.”

Pax glanced up, his head cocking to one side. “Why were you anxious?”

“I had a headache and went to the sick bay to get something for it. I almost took something that Imlay said could have an adverse effect on the male reproductive organ.” Colt chuckled. “I was kinda hoping to make sure the equipment was still in working order.”

Pax blanched. “Get the lube!”

Colt grinned and rolled to the side of the bed to get the lube out of the nightstand drawer. When he turned back, Pax was on his hands and knees, his head pressed into the pillows and his ass pointed up in the air.

“Damn, baby,” Colt groaned. Had there ever been a more arousing sight? Colt moved over to kneel behind Pax. He stroked his hand over the man’s rounded blue ass. “You are simply beautiful, little bird.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gorgeous,” Pax griped. “Now hurry up and make sure the equipment still works.”

Colt chuckled when he popped the top on the lube, and Pax trembled. He poured some out onto his fingers then dropped the bottle beside him on the bed. Colt rubbed his fingers together to warm up the lube then leaned closer to Pax.

“How’s your equipment, little bird?”

A snort of laughter shot out of Pax. “Working just fine, thanks.”

Colt patted Pax’s hip with his dry hand. “Roll over. Let me see.”

Pax huffed but rolled over onto his back. Colt grinned then leaned down and swallowed Pax’s cock until he felt hairs tickle his nose. Pax cried out and fisted Colt’s hair as his hips bucked.

As he lavished Pax’s cock, Colt pushed a finger into the man’s sweet hole. Pax continued to cry out and buck his hips as Colt worked more fingers in and out of his mate’s ass. Pax was hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum.

When Pax was stretched enough to take him, Colt pulled away and moved to kneel between Pax’s thighs. He grabbed Pax’s hips and tilted the man up. Pax’s legs fell back, spreading to accommodate the new position.

“Such a pretty little bird,” Colt murmured as he ran his finger over Pax’s dark-blue, puckered hole and watched it quiver for him. The need to sink into that tight opening was so overwhelming that Colt had to take a moment and breathe, or he would have come before the show was over.

“Okay, little bird, here we go,” Colt said as he lined his cock up with Pax’s hole and slowly pushed forward. Pax’s silky muscles gripped his cock so tightly Colt could hardly breathe. All of the air he had taken into his lungs moments earlier left in a rush when he finally felt his balls settled against Pax’s ass.

“More,” Pax begged.

Colt hooked his arms under Pax’s legs and leaned over his mate, planting his hands on either side of Pax’s head. He started thrusting, moving faster and faster with each jab. Colt could feel the pressure building in his body almost immediately. He was too close to the edge for this to last long. Colt glanced down between their bodies to Pax’s pulsing cock.

“Jerk yourself off, little bird.”

Colt’s level of desire shot through the roof when Pax reached between them and grabbed his cock, stroking it furiously. Pax was panting so hard that Colt couldn’t tell if he was breathing in or breathing out.

“Gonna,” Pax moaned.

Colt groaned and thrust harder, faster. He could feel himself tittering on the edge of a momentous orgasm. He just needed a little bit more to toss him over to the side of bliss. “Mine,” he growled as he leaned down to lick a path across Pax’s throat.

Pax tilted his head back without hesitation, giving Colt total access. Colt didn’t know if it was Pax’s automatic acceptance of him or the submissive move, but the moment he felt both, Colt’s orgasm ripped through him like a tidal wave.

He roared against Pax’s neck and drove up inside the man as far as he could reach as he let himself go. He heard Pax cry out and wet liquid splashed between them as he filled Pax with his release.

Colt trembled as he lifted his head to look down at Pax’s flushed face, wonder filling him that such a special man belonged just to him.

Pax smiled as he opened his vivid blue eyes. “I guess the equipment works.”

Chapter 8

Crank sat in the infirmary with the rest of the crew as doc paced back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back. “It seems the slugs can produce thirty eggs three days after copulation. If they’ve been here for weeks, then the numbers are astronomical.”

“Did you call us down here for a lecture on the reproductive cycle of slugs, doc?” Crank asked as he sat back on one of the sick bay beds. He liked Imlay, even if the doc was a prude. The guy freaked out every time he caught someone making out in the corridors. It was funny as hell to Crank. Hell, he grabbed Tank and made out with him just to make Imlay squeak. Of course Tank hadn’t found it funny and tried to knock his lights out, but it was worth it.

“No. Will you be patient while I explain this to all of you?” Imlay complained as he walked over to his computer. “The slug’s body is made up of mostly water, and without a full shell to cover him, his soft tissues are prone to desiccation. Slugs must generate protective mucus to survive. Now, an Uryclian Mucus Slug’s mucus is made up of toxic chemicals that are deadly to other species.” Doc leaned over his desk and punched a few things on his touch screen.

Crank was going to become a patient if Imlay bored him anymore than he already was. He hated when people started talking technical mumbo jumbo that he didn’t understand. Crank kicked his foot up on the table, resting his arm over, and tried not to fall asleep.

“They are hermaphrodites. They have both sex organs.”

“Gross.” Gigi scrunched his face up.

Imlay rolled his eyes and tapped his foot out as if waiting for everyone to give him their full attention again. He finally continued. “Once copulation is complete, whichever used his penis…bites it off to free themselves.”

The whole room yelped and grabbed their groins, including Crank. An image of him gnarling his own cock off to get free made his gut hurt.

“I feel sorry for them now.” Pax wrung his hands together as he squirmed around, his legs twisting together as if protecting his own groin. “They must hate to have sex. I’m surprised they even have sex.”

“Maybe they’ll all chew their cocks off and die.” Tank roared with laughter. “Just follow the trail of missing cocks.”

“People.” Imlay clapped his hands together.

Crank was laughing at Tank, chuckles escaping his lips. This shit was too bizarre not to be funny.

“I think I’ve found a way to neutralize and contain them.”

“Does that mean you’re going to kill them?” Pax thrust his hands onto his hips as he glared at Imlay. “Because I’m protesting killing the worms. They’re already suffering enough with…
ew
.” The blue-skinned man shuddered.

“No, Pax. They will go into a kind of sleep while we collect them and then get rid of them,” Imlay said. “I have collection jars everyone can use, but please people, don’t use your bare hands. Get some tongs from the kitchen or something.”

“Hey!” Gigi burst with his objection. “Stay the hell out of my kitchen. Find something else to use.”

“What will you use to subdue them?” Remy asked as he leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He smiled at Gigi, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

Crank had no clue how the commander dealt with such an exuberant mate. Gigi would drive Crank up the wall.

“I’ve formulated these little white pellets. I’ll be dropping them in various places all over the ship. Please don’t pick any up if you see them. They shouldn’t be handled without protective gloves.”

Crank shot a look at Gigi and Pax, the two most curious men on the ship. The entire room turned their heads and stared at them.

“What?” Gigi and Pax asked at the same time.

“Don’t pick one up, angel.” Remy warned.

“Don’t even think about it, little bird. And no, we’re not keeping one as a pet before the question leaves your lips.” Colt wiggled his finger at his mate.

Crank bit his lip to keep back a smile as Pax’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

“I was only going to ask for one,” he mumbled.

“Dude, that’s just gross.” Gigi shivered. “I tell you what, though. If Colt lets you, I’ll make a leash for it so you can walk the little cockless guy around.”

Pax shot Gigi a glare as Crank rolled over, laughing his ass off. Tank and Blade were falling into each other laughing as Colt narrowed his eyes at Gigi. Remy just rolled his eyes.

Imlay dropped down in his chair and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, muttering something about men being idiots.

* * * *

“I’m taking the shuttle to Nebular Nine to get the wires I need,” Livewire said as he walked onto the bridge.

“Are you asking or telling?” Remy asked as he turned his commander chair around.

Livewire shrugged. “Whichever one you pick. But we need those wires.” Livewire didn’t understand what the fuss was about. They needed the wires. What was the big deal?

“Take Colt with you.” Remy said.

Livewire rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“You do realize that I survived just fine before you all came along, right?”

Remy arched an eyebrow. “You do realize that this is my ship, and I say who works on it and who doesn’t, right?”

“Fine, I’ll go find my babysitter,” Livewire grumbled as he walked off of the bridge. He loved working on the Lady Blue, but sometimes the crew was a little hard to handle. Was it any wonder he preferred the ship to real live people?

Livewire walked down the stairs to the next level down and went in search of Colt. He checked the mess hall and then kitchen but found them both empty. Walking back out of the mess hall, Livewire ran smack into the doctor. Livewire’s eyes widened, and he quickly scampered backwards.

“Sorry,” he said as he tried to run around the man.