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Daisuke sulks across the crowded room and sits at the hotel’s bar, feeling anxious and wanting a drink to help calm his nerves and sleep through the night. He had a big day ahead of him where he'd be meeting with a representative from some shipping company he couldn't remember the name of, then he'd be introduced to the crew he'd be traveling with for a whole year and learning the ropes of being a mechanic. He wasn't thrilled about it, recalling how sick he gets on boats, but not much he could do since his mother had gotten him the internship and he wanted to make her happy, make her proud. Still, he was miserable and lamented all the things he'd miss out on while away: shopping for cool clothes, hanging out at the arcade, going to his local batting cages. And sex.
The young man sighs as he picks up his drink and swivels in his chair to look out amongst the crowd. Mostly old businessmen with their wives, mistresses, or both, a bridal party starting out for the night, and a few random others milling about that didn't quite pique his interest.
No getting laid before the big trip, huh? Damn.
“Just a whiskey, thanks.”
Daisuke turns in his chair and gives a quick once-over of the newcomer before double-taking and staring him up and down again. He was broad, with blonde curls and a scruffy beard, seemingly middle-aged, and was wearing a well-worn leather bomber jacket, blue jeans, and- cowboy boots? The man looked like he should be at a saloon and not some stuffy hotel bar, just like he should be at the club now. Blue eyes peer over, catching him in the act of staring, and Daisuke feels extremely embarrassed with himself.
Way to go being a creep.
“I umm, like your jacket.” Daisuke quickly said and chuckled.
“Thanks, yours is nice too. Don't see many of those worn anymore.”
Daisuke looks down at his own, a tattered multicolored baja hoodie he found on his most recent venture.
“Yeah, I was shocked when I found it at the thrift store. Discovered a lot of awesome old stuff there.”
The man looks intrigued by this and smiles. “You fancy vintage things?”
Daisuke's eyes drift across the man’s features, taking in the crow's feet and smile lines acquired from aging. “Oh yeah, I like 'em older.”
Cowboy Man raises an eyebrow that sends Daisuke stammering as a dusting of red spreads ear to ear. The man chuckles and gives him an apologetic look as he grabs up his drink.
“Sorry, just messing around. I was actually thinking about the aerospace museum next door, they have some cool trinkets and clothing on display and for sale. I always stop by and look around before I do a haul. I think you'll like it. But I'll leave ya alone now, later kid.”
And with a quick wave, the man heads down to the other side of the bar and plops down. Daisuke can't help himself and continues to watch the man, seeing him glance around before checking his phone and sipping slowly from his glass. Was he waiting on a friend? Or a lover? Whoever it was must have stood him up as the man huffs while aggressively typing on his phone before shoving it into his pocket and signaling for the bartender. What a shame, letting a good-looking man like that slip on by.
Daisuke knocks back his drink before getting up and moving to the other end of the bar, taking a seat next to Cowboy Man who offers a friendly smile.
“Long time no see.”
“You looked kinda lonely sitting over here by yourself, figured I could come over to keep you company, liven things up.” Daisuke gestures towards the man's pocket. “Were you waiting on someone?”
“Yeah, my buddy. We agreed to meet here but he changed his mind and went to a different bar that isn't my thing. Now he's ignoring me.”
“Ah, mega bummer.” Daisuke shrugs. “His loss though.”
“You meeting up with anyone?”
“No, unfortunately. Kinda sucks since I'll be traveling for a long time.”
The man raises a brow. “Really? Where to?”
“Not sure, meeting with a rep tomorrow. Kinda nervous, never done anything like this before.”
“Yeah, took me a bit before I got used to flying and being away from home."
It was Daisuke's turn to be intrigued. “You’re a pilot?” he asked and got a nod. “Dude, that radical! Tell me more!”
The two men continued to talk; exchanging stories and becoming more familiar with one another. Daisuke talked about his love of sketching, video games, and fashion while the man told stories about his travels across the world and through space. There was also the occasional flirting, with Daisuke taking every chance he got to touch the other's muscles with the man having a habit of brushing Daisuke's dyed strands out of his face and complimenting his jewelry or him.
“This was really fun. Wouldn't mind chatting with you again sometime, though I doubt it would be possible with my schedule and all.” the man said solemnly as he paid for their drinks. “Thanks for humoring this lonely ol’ pilot. Helped me calm my nerves.”
Daisuke begins to panic, not wanting the night to be over, not wanting the man to leave. So throwing all shame out the window, he rests his hand on the man's thick thigh and squeezes it.
“Night's still young, could always go have a drink in my room or y’know, play a game.”
The man lays his larger hand down over his and Daisuke feels his stomach flip as he awaits rejection.
“We could go back to mine, order some room service, and continue talking.”
Score!
Daisuke allows himself to be pulled along towards the elevator and then inside where the two stand side by side silently as they go up floors to not draw attention from others in the cab. There was a constant fluttering in his stomach despite this not being his first time hooking up with a random person he just met but he couldn't help feeling giddy. They arrive at the man’s floor with him leading Daisuke towards a large wooden door that is unlocked by keycard and upon entering the room, the door is quickly shut with the older man being shoved against it. Daisuke practically climbs onto him, smashing their lips together in a needy kiss that both moan into as hands slip underneath clothes and grip heated flesh. The two pull apart to catch their breaths with the younger man bouncing back quicker and taking the initiative again, this time dropping to his knees and freeing the man's half-hard cock from his unnecessarily tight pants.
“Ah, fuck.”
The blonde tips his head back against the door and gasps as Daisuke wraps his lips around him, slowly bobbing up and down his length and taking him deep into his throat. He pulls off with an obscene pop and stands, hooks his fingers in the man's belt loops, and tugs him towards the bed where they continue fooling around until both are stripped and ready to take things further.
Daisuke situates himself over his companion's lap before reaching back to hold his cock in place as he begins to descend, taking him in inch by inch until they are flush. Large calloused hands glide up his bare thighs, across his hips, to his chest, and then cupping his face so gently. Soft moans tumble from Daisuke's lips as he's coaxed to lean forward for a kiss.
“Mmm, you wanna set the pace or should I?” the man asked in between kisses.
Daisuke nips the man's lip after one more kiss and sits up, beginning to rock back and forth slowly. He arches himself forward and rests his hands on the man's broad chest to get better leverage to pick up speed, rolling to where the man slips halfway out before pushing back in.
“Oh, fuck yes. So good.”
Daisuke moans loudly as he bounces his hips much quicker and harder, the sound of slick skin slapping together mixing with the creaking of the bed and the men's noises of pleasure. He halts his movements for a brief moment to readjust, leaning back and resting his hands on the man's thighs. With the new position brings a new wave of pleasure with the man's cock angled just perfectly so that it hits his prostate nearly dead on with every movement. Daisuke looks with desire at the man as he watches his cock slip in and out of his body until his gorgeous blue eyes look into his dark brown. The smile he gives makes Daisuke’s stomach flutter and feels elated that he gets to experience this before the year-long trip. A whole year away from his family, away from his friends, away from everything. Then it feels as if a dam burst inside him, but not in a good way.
“Hey, hey, I didn't hurt you did I?”
All movement stops as the man sits up suddenly to hold him as tears stream down his face.
“No, I'm sorry. I'm just- I don't want to go on this trip.”
“I understand, it's hard. Take some deep breaths and slowly exhale.” he said and rubbed the younger man's back soothingly. “You're a smart and adaptable young man and you're pleasant to be around. I'm sure you'll make friends with your crew mates. Bring them some much-needed liveliness that’ll make the time fly by. And think of all the cool things you'll learn. Something interesting to tell your friends about, yeah?”
Daisuke rubs the tears away and buries his face in the man's neck, taking in the intoxicating scent of his cologne and sweat that along with his kind words soothe him.
“Yeah, thanks.” He chuckles and nuzzles the man's neck. “Too bad you're not going to be my captain, I think it'd make the trip more bearable.”
“I don't think I'd get anything done if that was the case.” the man snickered and pressed his lips against the top of Daisuke's head. “We can stop if you like. I can call for that room service and watch a movie instead.”
“Nah, I wanna keep going. Give me something to think about during the lonely nights.”
“All right, then I'll make it one to remember.”
The man begins kissing a trail down his partner’s face, stopping at his lips for a heated kiss as he guides the young man down against the bed. Daisuke drapes his arms loosely over the man's broad shoulders and spindles his legs around hips that slowly rock back and forth against him to get them both fully engaged again. The blonde man was so gentle and sweet to him; pressing kisses to every inch of bare skin his lips could reach and whispering praises into his ear that made Daisuke melt. It didn't take long for either of them to come with Daisuke jerking himself to completion as the older man rode his out with a few drawn-out thrusts.
The two lay together lazily and chat with the man actually ordering them an array of foods and drinks that Daisuke savors, knowing it will be a long while before he can enjoy them again.
Now full but still not tired, the two get frisky once again with the man stroking him from behind as he slowly thrusts his slicked-up cock between pressed-together thighs. Then yet again after another breather. This time Daisuke was instructed to hook his arms under his legs and prop his bottom up on a pillow to allow the older man easier access to his hole. A sharp, yet happy gasp leaves his mouth as a warm, slippery tongue delves into him with the added scratch of the man's beard tickling against his sensitive skin making the whole ordeal a mix of different pleasures. Then the man applies just the perfect amount of pressure with his thumb against his taint that drags a loud cry from the pit of Daisuke's core as he tries desperately to hold up his legs while writhing against the bed.
“Oh sh-shit! Wait! I'm gonna- I can't-”
His grip slips but thankfully is caught by his partner before they collide with him. The blonde man chuckles then playfully bites and places hickeys all across the trembling limbs until he is satisfied and hooks them over his shoulders. Daisuke finds himself being bent into a position he'd never believed possible for himself but then all thoughts quickly leave his brain as the man pushes in and fucks him hard. Tears stream down his face but this time from pleasure and it isn't long before he's orgasming with a sharp cry that wanes into whimpers from overstimulation as the man continues thrusting deeply into him until he too hits his release with a guttural noise. Kisses dot across his jawline before the man gets up from the bed and into the nearby bathroom. A deep tiredness washes over Daisuke with him slipping in and out of coherency, hearing the sound of running water and then a warm body laying down next to him before sleep fully takes hold.
Then the sound of an alarm stirs him awake. Drowsy brown eyes blink open and take in the surroundings of the unfamiliar room until his brain comes out of its stupor and he remembers the prior night's events.
That man, where'd he go?
Daisuke pushes himself up on unsteady arms and glances around until he sees a note set on the nightstand with a covered tray of food. He can't help but smile and feel enamored reading over the note to find out the man had received a sudden call from his awful bosses and had to meet with them asap instead of staying in bed with him and having breakfast. The last lines of the note send his heart racing, seeing a little heart and phone number. But then something pops into his head and he immediately wants to smack himself for being a horny dumbass. He never got the man's name nor gave him his. The alarm from before blares even louder now, making him groan as he reaches for his discarded clothes that sit folded neatly on a nearby chair.
“Ugh, my back.” he grunted out to the empty room as he scooped up his phone.
It was an unfortunate consequence of the actions the night prior but not one he'd ever regret. Now though, he had to focus on getting himself looking presentable to meet with the representative. The young man makes a quick and discreet exit, hoping no one sees his not so walk of shame back to his room after eating the surprisingly still warm breakfast left for him, and arrives back at his room where he quickly cleans up and liberally applies concealer to some questionable marks on his neck. Then he heads down to the lobby and waits until a woman with a fake cheery smile on her face greets him, then beckons for him to follow as she rattles off things he doesn't pay attention to, his mind still drifting to thoughts of Cowboy Man and the awesome night they shared.
“Here, put this on.” the woman said and shoved a blue jumper against his chest.
“Wait, right now? What's this for?”
“Yes, now. It's for your ID card, everyone employed at Pony Express needs one, even a fledgling Intern. Come on now, don't have much time. The ship is
being loaded as we speak and then it's time for takeoff. Hopefully by eight.”
Daisuke halts and looks at his phone, then out the window before turning to the woman with a confused look. “Isn't the nearest harbor like an hour away? We wouldn't make it in time.”
The woman rolls her eyes and loses her cheerful ruse. “You’re going on that, kid.” she huffed and pointed out a large window toward a large old ship. “The Tulpar. You'll be joining the crew as they haul cargo to a station up in space.”
“Wait? Space!?”
Daisuke couldn't believe it. He wasn't going out to sea on a cargo ship, he was going into outer-fucking-space. Miles and miles away from his home. Was there even Internet available up there?
A wave of nausea and anxiety hits him as he's dragged along by the rep and made to sign paperwork after paperwork. Once he completes that he is quickly shoved into his jumpsuit and gets his picture snapped, then led to the gate where he'd board once the ship was ready for takeoff. His eyes scan around the room, still shell-shocked by the news dumped on him. He wants to run away and hop into a cab and go back home, even if it means disappointing his mother more than he already has. At least he'd still be here, on Earth, with his family and friends nearby and not up in space alone. Daisuke feels tears in his eyes and wants to throw up but then he recalls the words of the man he met the night before. Could he be here? Maybe he could talk with him, see if he knew who he was traveling with, see what kind of people they were, and give him more reassurance that everything would be okay.
“Here we are, just go to gate thirteen and there you'll meet with Captain Curly. He was notified this morning about you and will go over any other questions you may have. Good luck.”
The woman walks off without another word, leaving Daisuke to find his way to the boarding gate.
“What the fuck are they thinking!?” a man suddenly shouted, startling people nearby. “Did you even try and tell them no!?”
Daisuke turns his attention towards the voice, seeing a stout man in a blue jumpsuit sneering up at someone just out of sight. There was also a pretty woman in a similar outfit standing off to the side, adjusting a pair of red-framed glasses as she looked over some paperwork. A scruffy brunette with tired eyes steps between the angry man and whoever he snapped at saying something that was drowned out by the surrounding noise before rubbing at his face with annoyance and stalking off to stand near the woman who scoots away with a look of disgust. Daisuke frowns as he looks up at the number over where the crew stood, seeing the number thirteen.
Well, might as well go and introduce myself. Hopefully, they’re friendlier than they look.
“Look, I'm not at all happy either. But they wouldn't listen to any concern I raised. We'll make it work out the best we can.”
Daisuke stops in his tracks.
That voice.
The surly man looks over and gives him a once over before scrunching his nose in detest.
“That him!? We running a goddamn daycare now!?”
A man steps into view and Daisuke feels all the air leave his lungs and he stops breathing. A tall blonde with blue eyes who once looked at him with desire now stares back in shock.
“D-Daisuke?” the man asked, his voice trembling.
“Captain,” Daisuke pauses and takes a calming breath. “Captain Curly?”
The man's eyes go soft and a gentle smile overtakes the frown as a bashful chuckle leaves him.
He extends out his hand. “Yeah, nice to meet you.”
You mean again?
Daisuke knows neither could speak about the night prior, especially now with him being his boss and all. That was frowned upon, right?
“Nice to meet you too, Captain.”
The blonde, Curly, smiles sweetly at him and mouths words that no one else picks up before winking playfully. Daisuke feels his cheeks heat up as a grin forms across his lips. Well, maybe it wasn't going to be such a bad situation after all.