Tyr walked into his quarters and sighed. Another day’s labour over and very little to show for it. He was no nearer regaining the progenitor’s remains, Bolivar’s offer of the hand of one of his sisters had come to nothing and Dylan appeared to be throwing them more and more often into hazardous situations for little or no gain.
Kicking off his shoes and pulling his shirt over his head, Tyr stalked into the bathroom and started the shower running. A hot shower, some reading and a good night’s sleep was what he needed. Removing the rest of his clothes, he stepped into the shower and relaxed as the hot water cascaded down his body. Tyr stood and soaked in the comforting heat for a few minutes before slowly soaping his body. The slow meticulous washing of the day’s grime and tensions relaxed him further, and as the lather slid down his body, he began to daydream.
Life wasn’t that bad, he considered: Harper’s Magog larvae were gone. Tyr was a little concerned that Harper wasn’t as happy as he perhaps should be. Despite the boy’s protestations of genius, Harper didn’t seem to think his life was worth the Perseid’s death. Tyr didn’t care either way, he was just glad he hadn’t had to kill someone he’d grown far too fond of.
Harper…Tyr slid his hand down and rubbed soap over his balls, he felt his cock thicken as he pictured Harper as he’d last seen him: lying sprawled half in and half out of an access panel. His shirt had been rucked up at one side showing a couple of inches of pale, lightly scarred flesh. Tyr frowned at the memory: it had taken far too much self-control not to stride over and bite down on that piece of skin.
Almost of it’s own volition Tyr’s hand moved up and stroked his cock. Tyr gave in to his sensual side and allowed the caress of the water and the slickness of the soap on his hand to arouse him further.
Tyr closed his eyes and pictured Harper in the shower in front of him. Harper would have that mischievous grin on his face: the one that usually annoyed Tyr. He would reach out…
Tyr circled a nipple with one finger, pinched it lightly and rubbed as he felt it harden. Trailing his hand slowly across his chest he repeated the action on the other nipple. The hand on his cock increased its pace.
Harper would then drop to his knees…
Tyr gripped his balls and tugged them down, feeling a surge of arousal flare through him. This wasn’t going to last long. The image of Harper on his knees looking hungrily at the cock in front of him was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Tyr increased the pace of his hand as, in his mind’s eye, he saw Harper’s mouth open. With a thrust of his hips and a twist of his hand the image became one of fucking Harper’s mouth. Long deep thrusts as Harper swallowed and sucked and opened his throat to further invasion. Tyr remembered the way Harper’s hair had felt when he’d gripped him by the back of the head during the encounter with the Magog. Tyr could almost feel the soft strands between his fingers…
Tyr flung a hand out to support himself as he came in hot thick jets over the shower wall. It had been an intense experience for something as simple as a jerk-off fantasy. Tyr finished washing himself and climbed out of the shower.
Later, sitting reading something that had no chance of holding his attention for long, Tyr realised he wanted the fantasy to come true. To Hell with keeping himself separate from people; he was a passionate man with deep feelings, despite the fear of losing friends. It was time to let someone in.
Tyr closed the book with a snap and left in search of
Harper.