Author’s note: This is a sequel to Realizations, you really need to read that before you start on this one

Spoilers for Star Crossed

Dylan woke slowly, the unfamiliar sensation of a warm body pressed against his back reminding him of the activities of the previous night. Harper, the name whispered in his head. Dylan was sleepily aware of Harper’s hand stroking up the line of his thigh and across his stomach. He felt his cock twitch when that hand reached his nipples, nipples still sensitive from the attention the ships engineer had lavished on them last night.

The hand wandered on back down to gently cup Dylan’s balls; a thumb stroked slow circles at the base of his stiffening cock. A light touch on the strongly muscled thighs and a caress gliding over the buttocks before sliding back up to Dylan’s chest. Harper’s mouth pressed a kiss on Dylan’s shoulder and then trailed down to the soft, sensitive spot behind the ear.

Dylan shivered at the sensual touch, "Harper..."

"Shhh" Harper stopped him and continued his slow assault on his captain’s senses. Dylan moaned and gasped at the light touches: they were a delicious torment. Harper rolled Dylan onto his stomach; Dylan growled a complaint at the loss of the hand on his cock but reveled in the sensations produced by the younger man’s lips and tongue brushing lightly down his spine.

Harper pulled his legs apart and knelt between them. Dylan tensed for a moment and then relaxed as Harper’s mouth brushed his skin again. The questing mouth sucked and nipped across the cheeks of Dylan’s ass before finding his crack. Dylan gasped and wriggled as Harper’s tongue swiped across his puckered opening. The probing tongue teased him, licking him and dipping so slowly and shallowly into him he wanted to beg for more. He stayed silent with an effort but couldn’t help a small cry of surprise escaping him as a saliva – soaked finger invaded him.

Harper stopped, the finger barely lodged inside Dylan and said, "Trust me?"

"Yes" whispered Dylan, he trusted Harper: it was himself he wasn’t sure of.

Harper slid his body back up the bed and kissed the back of Dylan’s neck. His finger sliding slowly back and forth in Dylan’s ass. Another finger joined it and Dylan tensed again.

"Do you want me to stop?" asked Harper.

"No! Don’t stop. Just...go slow, yes?"

"OK"

The fingers went back to their rhythm as Harper’s mouth went back to its search for Dylan’s erogenous zones. The fingers pushed deeper and Dylan gasped in amazed pleasure as they found his prostate.

"Oh...Oh God. What...?" Dylan’s question dissolved into another groan of pleasure as Harper hit that spot again. "Ooh yes!" It was getting painful lying on his erection and Dylan was relieved when Harper pulled him back onto his side. His balls felt heavy and tight and his cock was almost ready for release. He had one of Harper’s legs pinned between his and he could feel the blonde’s cock pressing against his thigh.

"Are you ready for this?" asked Harper, "Is this really what you want?"

"Yes" said Dylan, all concerns gone. He wanted to feel Harper in him, hitting his sweet spot and making him cum. He felt Harper reaching for the lube and coating himself and then the glorious feeling of slippery fingers inside his ass; one last stroke on his prostate and they were gone.

Dylan hissed at the pain of Harper’s penetration. They lay together, unmoving as Dylan adjusted to the stretching of his virgin tightness. He relaxed against the invasion and Harper slid slowly forwards, past the tight ring of muscle. Harper cupped Dylan’s balls with his hand; he took it very slowly; never moving until he was sure Dylan was ready for him. Dylan was shaking with the sensations, Oh God! He’s so big, I don’t know if I can do this he thought as Harper moved inside him. Harper began slow easy thrusts and Dylan lay there relaxing into the movement until Harper moved slightly and the next thrust hit him squarely on the prostate.

"Oh yes!" Dylan cried, his cock hardening again and his balls hot and tight under Harper’s hand. Harper’s pace increased and each stroke hit Dylan’s sweet spot. Dylan was lost in the moment: Harper’s hand was pumping his cock with strong, hard strokes and the pleasure/pain of being fucked in the ass was something he’d never even imagined before. He heard Harper groan his name into his shoulder and felt the pulsing of the young man’s seed spilling into him. With a sound that was half cheer, half scream Dylan came over Harper’s hand and the bed.

Dylan was unable to move, it felt as though all his life force had shot out of his cock, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard in my life he though. He was vaguely aware of Harper cleaning them up again but was not in any state to help, or even talk.

"You OK?" Asked Harper. Dylan could see the look of concern on the young man’s face. "’Cause I really don’t want to have to explain to everyone why the captain’s gone catatonic."

A slow, lazy grin spread over Dylan’s face, "I can just see Beka’s face when you tell her, ‘Sorry Beka, you’ll have to take charge: I just fucked Dylan into a vegetative state’"

They both dissolved into giggles. Dylan pulled Harper down onto him and kissed him thoroughly, "That was a great way to wake up. Can we do this every morning?"

Harper looked surprised, "I guess. How do you feel? The first time can be a bit difficult."

Dylan shifted uncomfortably, now that Harper had pointed it out his ass did feel bruised and sore. "I’m OK, although I don’t think waking up like that tomorrow will be a good idea."

Harper grinned, "Didn’t think so."

"Maybe the day after."

"So what are we going to do tomorrow?"

"Well maybe I could do that to you tomorrow"

"I have to wait that long huh?" Harper chuckled, "You old guys don’t have much stamina."

"OLD GUY!" Yelled Dylan wrestling Harper underneath him. "Just because I’m older than you doesn’t make me old."

"Na, being three hundred and what? Fortyish makes you old." Harper was trying to hold in more giggles.

"Grrr" Dylan pinned Harper down and kissed him; "I can show you stamina" he said and began to get his revenge on the young engineer with kisses and teasing touches.

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Andromeda withdrew her presence from the room. The two men had forgotten, in their passion, to invoke privacy. She knew that it was a terrible breach of trust to monitor the two men but she wanted to make sure Dylan was all right. "Harper hurt him," she said to her avatar, sharing the recorded information.

"I don’t think Dylan minded a little pain," said the avatar.

"I don’t understand why you are condoning this. Dylan isn’t acting rationally"

"How can you say that? You heard what he said yesterday in the mess hall"

"He’s been perfectly happy for the last twenty five years without doing that sort of thing. Why would he suddenly change now"

Rommie sighed, "It’s not suddenly. This is something that’s been building up inside Dylan for a long time. No matter what we think this is what is best for Dylan"

"In your opinion. Which, if memory serves, is not all that reliable when it comes to romantic entanglements"

Rommie flinched at the warships oblique reference to her ill-fated relationship with Gabriel. "That’s completely different."

"No, it’s not. Look at the similarities: New feelings spinning out of control. One partner in love, the other with a hidden agenda."

"Harper doesn’t have a hidden agenda."

"Oh no? Do you think he feels the same way about Dylan? Dylan is in love; Harper is just in lust. And what do you think will happen when Harper falls out of lust. Or some ‘hot babe’ arrives on the ship? Do you really think Harper is going to stop pursuing women just because he’s sleeping with Dylan? Have you ever seen him make advances towards a man? Harper has hit on almost every woman who has stepped foot on me but never once has he hit on a man."

"He slept with Tyr"

"I bet Tyr made the first move."

"What difference does that make?"

"Harper doesn’t initiate sexual contact with men. He’ll have sex with a man if there isn’t a woman available but as soon as he gets the chance to be with a woman he’ll leave Dylan and you know the pain that will cause."

Rommie turned away, she had a lot to think about. She’d only seen Dylan’s side of things; Dylan’s yearning to be with Harper. It hadn’t occurred to her that Harper might not be as emotionally involved as Dylan. She remembered the pain she’d felt when she realized Gabriel was lying to her. I have to protect Dylan from that pain she thought. I’ll talk to Harper.

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It was the next day before Rommie had a chance to talk to Harper, Dylan seemed reluctant to let him out of his sight. A contact from a world curious about joining the Commonwealth and Beka’s complaints about Harper neglecting his work on the Maru finally gave Rommie the chance she’d waited for.

The avatar entered the Maru and saw Harper replacing some worn components, they looked rather familiar, in fact she could swear they were from her engineering stores.

"Mr. Harper."

Harper turned and guiltily stood in front of the panel, "Uh, hi Rommie. What brings you down here?"

"Other than finding out where my spares inventory is going, I came down here to talk to you about Dylan." Rommie wondered whether the look of discomfort on Harper’s face was due to being caught pilfering supplies, guilt over using Dylan or talking about a relationship with a woman he’d hit on almost every day he’d known her.

Harper turned back to the panel, "So, what about Dylan? Did you come down here to find out if my intentions are honorable?"

"Well, yes, I suppose I did."

Harper turned back and made an exasperated noise, "Rommie, Dylan and I are big boys we don’t need a mommy telling us how to act. I know you care about Dylan and you are probably pissed off that he chose me but this whole thing is really none of your business."

"It is my business. Dylan is my captain, I don’t need you upsetting him the next time an attractive woman crosses your path and you go chasing off after her."

Harper paused, "Is that what you’re stressing about. I thought you wanted Dylan for yourself."

Rommie was embarrassed, "I had though about it, the relationship between ship and captain is a close one. If things had progressed further between us I would have been happy about it. They haven’t, he wants you." Rommie looked Harper in the eye, "Do you really want Dylan or is he just something to pass the time until the next shoreleave?"

"I wouldn’t have stayed the night with Dylan if I didn’t want him. I do care about him. Maybe not as much as he cares about me but I won’t do anything to hurt him."

"But sooner or later you will hurt him, don’t you see? You just said you don’t feel the same way about him that he feels about you. Eventually you will leave and that will cause him pain. The longer you two are together the worse it will be. Don’t you think it will be better for Dylan to find someone who can love him?"

Harper sighed and leaned back against the bulkhead, "Rommie we can’t live our lives trying to avoid the pain that might come in the future. We don’t know what will happen, we could all get blown to hell tomorrow for all you know. I prefer to live my life for the Now rather than for the Maybe. OK, so sometimes I get hurt and sometimes I hurt others but I’m not going to live my life in gray limbo just so as I can be harmless."

Rommie could feel herself getting angry, it was a side effect of this human body: it came with all these human emotions. She made sure that no trace of the anger showed on her face. He really doesn’t care about Dylan, if he did he wouldn’t continue this relationship. He’d let Dylan find someone...worthy. Rommie decided the only was to separate Dylan and Harper was to take matters into her own hands.

There was a sudden look of shock on Harper’s face as Rommie reached out and grabbed his shirt.

"Rommie wha...." He said before she pulled his head to hers and kissed him. For a few moments he didn’t respond, Rommie was worried that she wouldn’t be able to affect Harper but then he began to kiss back. His arms slid around her waist and he pulled her body closer.

This is very different from kissing Gabriel she thought as her lips opened to receive Harper’s tongue. It’s more physical: there’s no mental connection. She lost herself in the kiss, relishing the new sensations and her body’s reaction to them. Dylan had held her in his arms before and she’d always felt protected and safe; in Harper’s arms she felt tension, there was a dangerous sensuality that was unfamiliar to her.

Harper’s hands moved down to her ass and pulled her harder against him, she could feel his hardness pressing into her stomach and she wriggled just to hear him gasp.

"I hope I’m not interrupting anything."

Rommie and Harper jumped apart as Dylan’s voice sliced through the air. He stood in the Maru’s airlock; his face didn’t betray his feelings, there was only a blank mask there.

"This isn’t what it looks like," said Rommie. Oh no, I wanted to save Dylan from this pain and now I’ve caused it. "I..."

"I don’t want to hear it," said Dylan quietly and he turned and left the ship.

Harper gave Rommie a look of disgust and chased after Dylan. Rommie sat down; her body was shaking with the effects of the physical and emotional onslaught. I should have left this alone she thought. I don’t understand this. I may have a human body but I’m not human and I’m not used to the things that this body can feel. All I’ve done is make things worse.

To Be Continued

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