Dylan entered machine shop 12 and eyed Harper as he wriggled around, working on one of his projects.
"Heah Boss." Harper called out. His head was inside a ... something or other while his lower body, specifically his ass, was in plain view.
Dylan licked his lips then shifted in place. No, he was not going to agonize over this. He walked closer to the engineer and cleared his throat. "Harper have you ever had sex with a man?"
Harper jerked in surprise and banged his head. "Ow! Shit. What?"
"I asked if you had ever ..."
"I heard you the first time." Harper rubbed his head and stared. "Yeah, I've had sex with men. So?"
"Would you like to have sex with me?"
"What?" Harper gaped then waved the question away. "You? Me and you? Balls and banging?"
Dylan fought the blush he could feel crawling up his face and nodded. "Yes."
"Didn't think you went for the ol' stick shift."
"I have enjoyed many memorable evenings ...Harper," He held up his hand to forestall any further metaphors. "I am sure you know many ways to describe male sex but could you just answer my question? Will you have sex with me?"
"Yes." Harper grinned. "Where and when?"
Dylan started unbuttoning his uniform jacket. "Here and now if you have no objections."
"Object? Hell no!" Harper started pulled off his own clothes. "I haven't banged buck in ages." He eyed Dylan. "I'm bottom, right?"
"I prefer to top." Dylan nodded.
"Right." Harper nodded then shrugged. "Got gloves?"
Dylan blinked. "I'm surprised you would want one."
"Always want 'em," Harper struggled to get his pants off. "Don't always have 'em. Lube?" He freed himself from his pants.
"Yes."
"Got anything I should know about?"
"I assure you, I have no diseases."
Harper shrugged. "Guy's gotta ask." He rummaged around in some draws and returned with condoms.
"Those are Nietzschean." Dylan stared.
"Safest protection going. Dragan supply shipment. Heah, it's 98% effective!"
"High Guard profilac ..."
"Do you want to fuck or compare rubbers?"
Dylan took the offered condom and rolled it on. No sooner had he finished and Harper was on him; rubbing and kissing and ...
"Don't leave any marks." Dylan ordered.
Harper eyed the hicky just below Dylan's left ear and smothered a grin. "Right, so let's lube and load." He pressed closer, rubbing against Dylan’s really nicely sized cock.
Dylan opened the lube and slicked his fingers then stroked Harper's ass. "Do you prefer to face or bend?"
"Either." Harper lifted a leg and hooked it around Dylan's hip. "The finger comes in."
Dylan slid a finger inside Harper's ass and the engineer wriggled. Two fingers and he hummed. Three fingers and he groaned.
"Fingers are good, how 'bout somethin' bigger?" Harper pressed.
Dylan shook his head and looked around. Lifting Harper he laid him back on a table then reached for his legs but Harper already had them up and wide.
"Bay doors are open, let's dock."
Dylan felt a ting of angst but shoved it away and pulled Harper's ass toward him. He pressed his cock against Harper's ass and watched the ring of muscles stretch, then admit him.
Harper winced then sighed. "Yeah, man. Give it to me."
Dylan breathed and pushed forward. He couldn't help wanting to go slow. He wasn't agonizing over his actions, he wasn't, Harper just was so tight. The engineer groaned and shuddered. He looked so ... sexy. Hot.
"More. More! MORE!"
Dylan pulled back slightly then thrust forward. Again.
Harper gasped as his prostate was found and stroked.
Dylan shivered and pulled back then forward again. Deeper. Deeper. He was in to the hilt but wanted more. He pulled out and thrust back.
"Yes. Yes! Oh, god YES!"
Dylan pounded into his engineer and listened to Harper's moans, groans, and shouts; more, deeper, faster, more, more, more. He shifted and watched Harper come; his ejaculate spurting up onto his chest.
Damn, he wasn't finished yet. Then he saw Harper stroke the sticky mess and smear it around further before licking his fingers. Dylan groaned and pounded harder.
"Yeah. That's the way. Do me. Make me scream." Harper slurred then held his fingers out to Dylan and pressed them to his mouth.
Dylan sucked the sticky fingers into his mouth and shifted his angle.
Harper bucked and wriggled under him. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me good. I love it. Fuck me. Fuckmefuckme."
Dylan was shaking and sweating and grunting as he pushing Harper to another orgasm. "Come." He gripped the engineer's cock and stroked.
Harper screamed as he came again and Dylan exploded.
*** optional ending 1
Dylan slid out of his engineer's ass and stepped back. Harper's ass was gapping wide and dribbled but Harper only grinned and shifted as he let his legs down. Bending backward over the table he looked debauched and fuckable. Dylan was shocked that he wanted the man again.
Harper's grin widened and he licked his lips then turned to bend over the table forward and rest.
Dylan stared at the ass presented to him and smiled then reached out and stroked it softly.
Harper moved into the caress.
"You really are a slut, aren't you."
"Naw, I'm just written that way."
*** optional ending 2
Dylan came woke suddenly and blinked at the ceiling; he was sticky and sweaty.
"God damn writers!"