Title: Boys' Night In

Author: Laura Cooksey (lcooksey@mindspring.com)

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing / Main characters: John/D'Argo

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Left to their own devices aboard Moya, the boys indulge in some vices... First Time, PWP.

Disclaimer: Farscape and the Farscape characters belong to Sci-Fi Channel, The Jim Henson Company, Hallmark Entertainment and Nine Network Australia. This story, however, belongs to me, Laura Cooksey, © 1999.

Archive/Distribution: Do not distribute it without my prior permission.

Warning: There is lots of explicit male/male sex. Seriously. Lots and lots.

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Boys' Night In

By Laura Cooksey

 

John Crichton poked at the pile of food cubes on his plate, chewing absent-mindedly on one of the nearly tasteless pieces of synthetic nutrition. Ka D’Argo sat next to him at the table in Moya’s mess room, similarly unmotivated by the boring meal.

With a shimmer of blue, Pilot appeared on the room’s vidscreen. "Message coming in from the transport pod." Pilot’s face wavered and was replaced by that of Zaahn.

"Zaahn," Crichton said, "how goes the mission of mercy?"

"It goes well, John. None of the injuries are life threatening, and Aeryn is working with their techs to determine the cause of the malfunction in the weapons system. The captain is very grateful for our assistance and is making Rygel’s job too easy -- he’s practically filled the hold of the transport pod with supplies already. I suspect that we’ll be on our way back to Moya in two days."

"Excellent news, Zaahn. We have already been in this system for nearly a week," complained D’Argo. "It will good to be moving again."

"Patience, D’Argo. Transport pod out." Zaahn faded from view, and Pilot did not reappear.

Crichton and D’Argo ate in silence for a few moments, then D’Argo cleared his throat. "Crichton?"

"Yeah, D’Argo?"

"Crichton, when Luxan warriors overcome difficulties and must work together closely, when they come to trust one another, as I have come to trust you…." D’Argo paused, choosing his words carefully. "We have a custom that I would like to share with you."

Crichton was tempted to make a joke about male-bonding, but he could tell that D’Argo was being even more serious than usual. "Sure, big guy. What did you have in mind?" He bit off another chunk of food cube, waiting for the Luxan’s response.

"It is common for warriors to improve morale and unit cohesion by having sex."

Crichton froze, the chunk of food cube sticking out of his mouth. He stared at the huge, tentacled, tattooed alien sitting about half a meter around the table from him. The only response he could manage at first was a cough.

"John? Are you well?"

Crichton plucked the food cube out of his mouth and put it down slowly, continuing to stare at D’Argo. "You want us to have… sex?" D’Argo nodded solemnly and he continued, "This is kind of sudden, isn’t it?"

"I have been thinking about it for a while. I know that you are not Luxan, and you are not even what I usually consider to be a warrior, but we have been through much together, and I think that it would be good for our relationship. I respect you."

Crichton thought hard for a few seconds, making sure that he expressed his reservations clearly and in a way that would not give offense. "It wasn’t that long ago that you were chasing me all over the ship in a Luxan hyper-rage, trying to kill me."

"That was a territorial display driven by hormones. You should not take it personally."

"Uh, right." Crichton ran his hands through his hair and stared down at the table.

D’Argo let out a faint rumbling sigh. "I am sorry, John. Your customs are different. I did not mean to offend." He started to rise from the table.

"D’Argo, wait." Crichton grabbed his arm and stood up, too. "It’s…, I’m not offended." He let go of D’Argo and looked up at the taller sentient. "You’re actually rather handsome," he admitted. Whoa. Where did that come from? he thought to himself.

D’Argo nodded warily, prompting Crichton to continue. "I’m just a primitive little human and you caught me by surprise. It never occurred to me that you’d want to, well, you know."

"You are interested?"

Crichton had to look away from D’Argo’s intense gaze. He jammed his hands in his pockets and took a step or two toward the door before turning back around to face him. "I honestly don’t know. But I’d like to think about it."

"That seems fair."

Crichton was surprised by how tempted he was by D’Argo’s offer. I know it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten laid, but I was sort of hoping that if it was going to happen on Moya that it would be with Aeryn. Or maybe Zaahn. But D’Argo? Sure, he really is good looking, but it could snap me in two like a dry twig. Man, I have been out in space for way too long. I can’t believe I’m even considering this.

With a deep breath, Crichton said, "D’Argo, maybe it’s the translator microbes, but where I come from ‘sex’ means a lot of different things. What exactly did you have in mind?"

"We could pleasure ourselves while watching each other, or we could take turns pleasuring each other. If you wish, we could even share our bodies fully."

D’Argo’s deep voice reverberated in the small room, making Crichton’s mouth go dry. His groin began to feel very warm and heavy. "Um, about that ‘fully’ part, are you sure we’re physically compatible for that?"

D’Argo’s mouth curved into a slight smile, but his eyes held a hint of sadness. "Have you forgotten that my late wife was Sebacian? Unless you think that your anatomy is very different from a Peacekeeper’s, I am certain that we are compatible."

Overwhelmed, and a little aroused, Crichton took a few more steps toward the exit to the mess. He stopped in the doorway and looked back at Crichton. "I need time to think about this, D’Argo. Is it all right if I come by your quarters in a few hours -- arns?" D’Argo answered him with an affirmative nod, and Crichton walked away down the corridor.
 

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Walking Moya’s corridors was becoming so much a second nature to Crichton that he scarcely paid any attention to where he was going as he wandered. His thoughts were a million miles away when Pilot greeted him. "John Crichton, I had not expected to see you here."

He looked around, a little surprised that he had ended up near the center of Moya in Pilot’s chamber. "Oh, hey, Pilot. How’s our little momma today?"

Pilot’s four arms worked the physical controls that interfaced with Moya’s systems, most of his multiprocessing brain concentrating on those tasks while some smaller portion interacted with the human. "All of Moya’s systems are functional, although some are still below what I am accustomed to thinking of as normal levels, due to her pregnancy. Did you need something?"

Crichton shook his head, still distracted by thoughts of D’Argo. "No. I’m just out for a walk. It’s good to get out and stretch your legs. For those of us with legs, anyway." He took a close look at where Pilot’s body disappeared down into Moya’s deck and wondered for the hundredth time just how the symbiotic relationship between ship and pilot worked.

"Pilot, I’ve been wondering about something. Does Moya have any biological or medical information on the species in this part of the galaxy?"

"Moya has complete medical files on two hundred eighty-two passenger species, plus quarantine information on forty-five other passenger species, and quarantine information on one thousand three hundred and seventeen cargo species. Most of the species in the Uncharted Territories would not be included in Moya’s files, however."

"Of course. I’m more interested in the species aboard Moya right now, anyway."

"I beg your pardon?"

Crichton stuffed his hands in his pockets and dissembled. "We’ve all been beaten up and bloodied over the last few months. I’m a little worried that one of us is going to transmit some sort of virulent disease to the others. On Earth, a disease that is minor in one species can be very serious in another."

"Ah. I understand your concern. One moment, I will correlate Moya’s data," Pilot said. Before Crichton could even thank him for working on the question, Pilot was finished. "There are no diseases on record that pose a significant cross-species risk to the current crew of Moya, based on the results of both the general species medical database and the results of the medical tests performed by the Peacekeepers on the crew when they were prisoners. The blood tests that Zaahn has run on yourself and Aeryn Sun are not as detailed, but still give me a high level of confidence that none of us here pose any risk to the others. Moya’s medical resources are more than sufficient to treat any diseases that are known to us."

"Well, that’s a relief," Crichton admitted. So if I fool around with D’Argo, he isn’t going to give me anything that will make my dick turn green and fall off. Probably.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Crichton shrugged. "No. Thanks, Pilot."
 

*********

A couple of hours later, when he rounded the curve in the corridor to where he could see D’Argo’s quarters, he wasn’t too surprised to see the Luxan standing in the doorway, his superior senses having alerted him to the human’s approach. With a deep breath, he called out, "Hey, D’Argo."

"Hey, John Crichton," an amused D’Argo returned. He looked down at the smaller male for a moment, then stepped aside and waved his arm in a invitation to enter the room.

"Thanks," Crichton said, noting that D’Argo had changed into his dark-colored silken casual clothes, simple pants with a loose wrap-around shirt. Crichton sat down in the chair furthest from the bed and rubbed his palms against his legs nervously.

D’Argo sat down on the corner of the bed, facing off against the uneasy human. "So, do you have an answer for me? Or do you still need to think?"

"D’Argo, if I think about this anymore my head will pop off. That’s just a figure of speech, by the way."

"And?"

"Right, and. Well, yeah, sure. Yes."

D’Argo was obviously surprised. "Yes?"

Crichton backpedaled, suddenly paranoid. "Oh, D’Argo, don’t tell me this was all just a joke at the expense of the poor human."

"No, no of course not, John. It’s just that you were so hesitant in the mess earlier that I was certain that you’d say no."

"Well, I didn’t. I said yes. So now what do we do?"

D’Argo shrugged. "We have sex."

"Just like that? No candy or flowers?"

Puzzled, D’Argo said, "I could get you some flowers…."

"Never mind. Don’t we need some ground rules or something?"

"Like what?"

"I’m not sure, really. It’s just -- to be honest, D’Argo, you’re just so much bigger and stronger than me. Makes a guy kind of nervous."

D’Argo slid gracefully to his feet and walked over to where Crichton sat. He took Crichton lightly by the arm, pulling him up out of the chair, his brown eyes boring into the human’s blue ones. "There is nothing to be nervous about." He leaned down and kissed Crichton, long and slow, his bushy moustache and beard softly brushing along Crichton’s face. John closed his eyes and put his hands on D’Argo’s broad chest, head swimming with the heat of the kiss.

When D’Argo broke the embrace, Crichton blinked a couple of times, then shrugged out of his IASA jacket and dropped it carelessly to the floor. He grabbed the Luxan by the shoulders and pulled him back down for another kiss, the braided strands of D’Argo’s moustache tickling his chest and neck. D’Argo’s large hands ran over Crichton’s back and ass, pulling him firmly against the larger man’s body. Crichton could feel the Luxan’s erection, firm and hot through the thin silk and cotton of their clothing, and his rubbed his hips along D’Argo’s leg in response.

D’Argo moved his attention to Crichton’s throat, growling sensuously, the tips of his forked tongue flickering along sensitive skin. The human moaned, and D’Argo chuckled. "You like that, Crichton?"

"John," he gasped, "call me John."

D’Argo pressed his lips to Crichton’s ear, whispering, "John, tell me you want it."

Crichton moaned again. "Damn, you are hot." His brain was completely overloaded, and he shook his head and tried to calm down enough to form coherent thoughts. After a few seconds, he gave up, pushed his rational mind to the back of his consciousness, locked it in a closet and pocketed the key. "I want it. I want it bad."

He rubbed his cheek along D’Argo’s face, his five o’clock shadow catching in the Luxan’s red-brown moustache and beard. He nibbled lightly on one of the tendrils that grew from the side of D’Argo’s head, and the taller man straightened with a gasp. On the way up, one of the rings that pierced D’Argo’s chest caught Crichton in the nose.

"Ouch!"

"Oh! Sorry. Are you all right, John?"

Crichton rubbed the tip of his nose, and sniffed experimentally. "Nothing broken. It was just a bump." He reached up and traced one of the rings with a fingertip. "Didn’t that hurt?"

"Of course."

Ok, let’s not go there. "So, does that mean that I should or shouldn’t nibble on those tendrils? Because I don’t know anything about Luxan physiology."

"You should. It feels very nice." As D’Argo spoke, he removed his shirt, never taking his eyes off Crichton.

In response, Crichton kicked off his shoes and pulled off his T-shirt, tossing it on top of his jacket on the floor. D’Argo put both broad hands onto Crichton’s chest, kneading his muscles, stroking through his chest hair. Crichton, in turn, ran his hands over D’Argo’s smooth chest, and along his sides and back. He traced the lines of some of D’Argo’s dark blue tattoos with his fingernails, eliciting a satisfying growl and a shudder.

Leaning closer, Crichton brushed his lips over D’Argo’s chest, working his way slowly down toward a nipple, darting out his tongue here and there along the way. He found the Luxan’s skin texture and taste to be a little odd, but not at all unpleasant. D’Argo’s hand cupped the back of Crichton’s head lightly, encouraging his exploration. Crichton eventually found his goal and fastened onto it, alternating between running his tongue in circles and flicking it back and forth rapidly. D’Argo hissed and shook his head, his moustache braids swinging from the motion. Crichton switched back and forth between the taller man’s two nipples until D’Argo pulled his head up, kissing him once and hard, before going after his throat again, one thumb stroking Crichton’s left nipple in broad circles.

"Bed," Crichton said, his voice rough with need.

D’Argo nodded and scooped Crichton right off his feet -- eliciting a startled laugh -- and carriied him over to the low bed, depositing him lightly among the sheets, then lying down beside him. The human took the larger man’s face in both hands and kissed him long and hard, then made a rigorous study of the tendrils on the Luxan’s chin and head with his mouth and fingers. D’Argo growled softly and rolled over onto his back, pulling Crichton across his chest and hips until their erections brushed. Their legs intertwined as they moved sensuously against one another.

After a few minutes of slow, lazy humping and deep kissing, D’Argo rumbled his arousal and rolled over, putting Crichton on the bottom. He slid both legs between Crichton’s this time and ground his hips against the smaller man more urgently, sliding a large hand under one of Crichton’s thighs and pulling the two of them tightly together. A few minutes later when Crichton grabbed one of the rings that pierced the Luxan’s chest and tugged gently; D’Argo grunted and broke off their kiss.

"These must go," he rumbled, fumbling roughly with the closure of Crichton’s pants. "Now."

"Easy, easy, let me do that," Crichton said, "I really don’t want you to tear them We’re a long way from The Gap™." D’Argo was intent on his goal and it took Crichton a few moments to get him to stop struggling with the zipper and let Crichton undo it.

The moment the pants were unzipped, D’Argo reared up onto his knees on the bed and removed them with a single strong tug. Crichton’s underwear snagged on his lightsaber (oops, wrong universe) and the Luxan removed that as well, but with a little more care, pausing to collect both socks while he was at it, and shoving the whole pile over the edge of the bed onto the floor.

Crichton leaned back with his hands tucked under his head, feeling both vulnerable and brash as D’Argo voiced in a low growl his approval of the human’s naked, aroused form. The predatory gleam in D’Argo’s eyes was flattering and encouraging, but a little scary.

He nodded at D’Argo. "Your turn."

The Luxan slid off the bed, stretching like a cat before dropping his loose silk pants and stepping out of them. He smiled and raised an eyebrow at Crichton. "Well?"

"Oh, my god, your cock is tattooed! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow."

D’Argo’s frame shook with laughter as Crichton covered his eyes with his hands to prevent seeing the offending tattoos. He climbed back onto the bed, lying down to pin the smaller man’s legs under his torso and running his tongue over the eager member which presented itself to him. Crichton’s "ow’s" changed to "oooh’s", and then to low moans when D’Argo finally took the length into his mouth. Crichton’s hands slid down to fondle D’Argo’s tendrils and to scratch along the man’s broad shoulders as he worked in a leisurely rhythm.

After a few minutes, D’Argo began sucking and licking in earnest, and he grabbed both of Crichton’s wrists, pinning his arms to the bed as well as his legs. Crichton didn’t even pretend to struggle, and let the alien have his way with him. A gasped warning, "D’Argo, I’m gonna come," seemed to only spur the Luxan on to greater efforts, if that was (in)humanly possible.

The orgasm hit in a rush, and washed over him in waves as D’Argo’s tongue flickered along his shaft and teased at the opening of his cock. The Luxan didn’t release him until he was well and truly spent, gasping for air like a fish out of water and limp as a wet dishrag. D’Argo moved up the bed to lie beside him, looking proud of his handiwork.

When he could speak again, Crichton cleared his throat. "You know, D’Argo, on earth when two men who have been enemies become comrades, they usually punch each other in the shoulder, or shake hands. Maybe, just maybe, they hug. I think I like your way better."

Crichton forced open first one eye, then the other, still breathing hard, and took a moment to exam the Luxan’s form, the way the tattoos accentuated the curves of his powerful muscles. Then he noticed the sort of sour twist to the corner’s of D’Argo’s mouth, and began to snicker. "You can go to the bathroom and spit that out, if you need to. I promise not to be offended."

He closed his eyes again, but rolled over onto his left side in an effort to resist the urge to sleep. He felt the bed shift as D’Argo’s weight was removed, heard the warrior pad to the bathroom. The sound of running water covered anything else he might have heard.

A minute or two later, D’Argo returned and stretched out behind Crichton, wrapping an arm around his chest and pulling him in close to spoon together, nuzzling the human’s neck and face. The warmth of the taller man against Crichton’s back was punctuated by a greater heat and a spot of wetness in the small of his back. The human reached around to stroke D’Argo’s leg and ass, pulling the Luxan closer, and pushing back against him at the same time.

"What would you like to do next, D’Argo? It’s your turn, again."

"I had wondered what it would be like to frell with you, John. I wanted to take you inside of me."

Taken aback, Crichton turned his head and twisted to look over his shoulder at D’Argo, who seemed to be amused at his surprise. After a moment, Crichton shifted back to his left side again, shaking his head. Now you tell me….

D’Argo continued his thought. "But I think you’re in no shape to frell right now."

"Yeah, the poor little guy is down for the count," Crichton admitted. He twitched as D’Argo’s hand slid along his groin, confirming his words. "But if you’re not in a hurry, or…."

"Yes?"

"Or if you’d like to try it the other way around?"

D’Argo made a rumbling noise that sounded hopeful. "Me inside of you? I would like that. If you feel that you trust me that much."

Crichton reached behind him, between the two of them, and slid his hands along D’Argo’s shaft, eliciting more rumbles. He gauged the length and thickness to be not so different from his own. What the hell, when in the Uncharted Territories, do as the natives do.

"I trust you, D’Argo. I’m just wondering if you have any Sebacean-friendly lubricant."

D’Argo reached past Crichton’s head and fumbled around under one of the pillows, producing a small plastic bottle, and a thin plastic disc. Crichton rewarded him by scratching along the inside of one tender thigh. D’Argo nipped at his shoulder and pressed his cock into the human’s back.

Crichton rolled over to face him, kissing him deeply, letting the Luxan’s forked tongue dance at the tip of his own tongue. He broke the kiss with a gasp. "Frell me, baby," he said with a huge grin.

"Do you have a preference for positions?"

"No."

D’Argo rolled him over onto his stomach and poured some lubricant into his hand, warming it before applying it to the crack of Crichton’s ass. As he worked it around, and in, he slid his leg along the back of Crichton’s legs, and they kissed again. Crichton’s muscles twitched around the finger inside him, and he moaned into the kiss. A second finger followed the first after a few minutes, and he lifted his butt higher into the air.

D’Argo was thrusting hard along Crichton’s leg, and he released the smaller man’s mouth to pull away and look for a sign of his readiness. Crichton nodded, eyes half-closed, smiling.

After tearing open the plastic disc and removing the condom, D’Argo teased Crichton by rolling onto his back and slowly, slowly applying the condom and lubricant to his erect member as Crichton watched. Given the human’s lesser size and strength, and knowing that the human had been abstinent on Moya, and who knew for how long before that, D’Argo wanted to be well lubricated and not to take too long to climax inside him. Besides, he liked the way Crichton watched him, sexy blue eyes under sleepy lids.

Applying one last squirt of lube to Crichton’s ass, D’Argo rolled over on top of him, pushing the human’s knees apart with his own. He placed the head of his cock in position, and leaned forward gently. As he had hoped, Crichton pushed up and back on his own, taking him inside. He slid only halfway in, propping himself up on his forearms. Crichton pushed himself up on his arms as well, eager to feel the D’Argo’s weight on his back.

D’Argo rubbed his face in Crichton’s hair, his chin tendrils sweeping over Crichton’s neck, his moustache braids sliding over the human’s back. He began to thrust, slowly and shallowly at first, then picking up speed as Crichton signaled his receptiveness by his movements and moaning. Eventually, D’Argo was as deep inside the human as the position would allow.

"Slower? Faster?" D’Argo gasped out in question.

Crichton shook his head. "Harder."

D’Argo did as the human asked, pushing Crichton’s pelvis down into the mattress a little each time their hips met.

Crichton made wordless noises as D’Argo intertwined his fingers with Crichton’s and pressed himself against the human’s back, forcing their bodies downward until the human’s chest was firmly pressed against the bed. The tight heat of Crichton’s body, their mingled scents and voices, the wet sounds of sex, all soon drove the Luxan over the edge with a roar, and a single, strong thrust. Crichton clenched his muscles around the other man’s cock, and was rewarded with a flurry of weaker thrusts that eventually died away.

D’Argo rested heavily upon his back, but was still supporting himself enough that Crichton was able to breathe. A few moments later D’Argo pulled free and rolled over onto his back with a very, very satisfied sign. He removed the condom and dropped it into a waste bin beside the bed. Crichton curled up against him, drawing up the coverings on the bed as his sweat-covered skin chilled in the slight breeze of the environmental system. Exhausted, they fell asleep.
 

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Crichton woke slowly the next morning with a heavy weight along his body, being kissed by someone warm and fuzzy. He responded to the kiss dreamily, his eyes still closed, hands reaching out until they met warm skin over solid muscles. The memories of the previous night came back to him gradually and he gave himself up to the sensations of the moment, not wanting the experience to be over yet.

Something cold and plastic brushed the skin of his stomach and he twitched. Then it touched his cheek and he waved it away with his hand, absorbed in his arousal. When it stroked down his naked back, he twitched, grunted, and pulled his mouth away from D’Argo’s.

"What are you doing, D’Argo? I’m not awake enough to…." As he opened his eyes, he saw the small bottle of lube dangling from the Luxan’s fingers. D’Argo smiled at him and waved the bottle back and forth. Crichton swallowed and took the bottle from him. "I’m awake now."

"Good," D’Argo said. "That will make things easier."

Crichton laughed. "Not to mention a lot more fun. Do you have another condom?"

The Luxan nodded and produced one from under his pillow. But instead of handing it to Crichton, he moved down the bed and took the human in his mouth and hands, stroking him into rigidity before rolling the condom down over his erection. When he’d finished, Crichton lifted his face up and attacked his mouth hungrily, leaving them both breathless.

"Do you want me to use the lube on myself?" D’Argo asked.

"No," Crichton replied, "I’ll do it."

When Crichton realized that D’Argo was turning over and getting onto his hands and knees, he interrupted him. "No. I’d rather be face to face with you."

D’Argo rolled onto his back and drew his legs up and apart. "Like this?" he asked, teasing.

Crichton’s cock twitched at the sight. "Just like that," he replied.

He placed the bottle of lube next to a pillow for later use and slid into D’Argo’s embrace, nuzzling along the line of the larger man’s beard until he reached the sensitive tendrils toward the back of his head. From there he worked his way down D’Argo’s throat and across his broad chest, pausing for a few minutes to tease his nipples. The further he moved down D’Argo’s body, the further up along his own torso he felt the heat of D’Argo’s erection. As it came into view he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around the shaft below the head and worked the soft skin up and down slowly. He ran his tongue all the way down to the sack, plucking at the skin there with his lips. Then he slid his tongue all the way back up and around the head, collecting a drop of fluid from the tip.

His head snapped up in surprise at the taste and he gave D’Argo a feral grin before diving back down upon him hungrily. Crichton had always been indifferent to the taste of human semen, preferring oral sex with women, but the Luxan’s taste was more sweet than salty, and had an odd spicy tang to it that was positively yummy. He worked over the larger man’s cock for several minutes, until the Luxan was squirming and growling under him. With one final twirl of his tongue over the sensitive head, he drew away and retrieved the bottle of lube.

The first palmful he applied to himself, the second he worked along and into D’Argo’s ass as the Luxan hissed and twitched. When he didn’t think either one of them could stand the wait any longer, he stretched out over D’Argo and helped the Luxan guide him inside. He had planned to work his way in slowly, but D’Argo had other ideas, grabbing him by the hips and pulling him steadily forward until he was buried to the hilt.

Crichton rested his forehead on D’Argo’s chest for a moment before he began to move, reveling in the sensations of being inside the Luxan. Although he was too short to kiss D’Argo in their current position, he could reach the other man’s nipples easily, and he flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh. D’Argo braced his feet on the bed and lifted his hips up to meet Crichton’s thrusts, his own erection pressed taut along Crichton’s stomach. He lifted Crichton’s left hand off the bed and sucked on his fingers, twirling his slender tongue around each digit. Crichton moaned and thrust faster, delicious tension building in his stomach and groin..

Retrieving his hand from D’Argo’s mouth, Crichton propped himself up on one arm, reaching between them to pump D’Argo’s erect member. D’Argo arched his back, wrapping his legs around Crichton’s waist, speaking breathlessly words that the translator microbes could not or would not handle.

"Talk dirty to me," Crichton urged. "I’m fucking you good."

D’Argo pushed himself up, twisting to clamp his mouth over Crichton’s, muffling the roar as he came all over Crichton’s hand and their stomachs. Crichton moaned back into the kiss before D’Argo fell heavily back onto the mattress, and thrust the last little bit harder that he needed to slide over the edge himself, climaxing in a long, slow wave. Seeing D’Argo’s closed eyes and blissful expression, he grinned and withdrew slowly, eliciting a disappointed grumble from his partner.

As he passed the used condom over to D’Argo to dispose of in the waste bin, Crichton noticed the Luxan’s semen on his hand and D’Argo’s abdomen and he licked it all off with relish, to D’Argo’s amusement.

"I admire your enthusiasm, John."

Crichton laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "Anything worth doing is worth doing well." Looking around the bed, he commented, "I think these sheets have had it."

"I may have to burn them," the Luxan replied in his deep voice. At Crichton’s questioning look, he said, "That was a joke."

Crichton chuckled and turned to lie down along the taller man’s body. "I guess we should get up and go about our chores soon."

"Soon," D’Argo confirmed.

"So, is this it? Have we satisfied your custom?"

D’Argo shrugged. "Yes. But we could always do it again sometime, if you like."

Crichton nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that."

"Good. Get up. We must shower now. We smell like dren."
 

*********

When the transport pod returned there was the usual flurry of chaotic activity of offloading the supplies. Everyone was helping, except for Rygel, of course. He had fled at the first sign of manual labor.

As Crichton juggled a load of boxes, Zaahn called to him. "Crichton?"

"Yeah?" He piled the boxes up neatly on top of the stack already on the deck of the docking bay, and didn’t turn to face her until she was right behind him.

"These are for you," she said, handing him a large bunch of blue and red flowers. Seeing his puzzled expression, she continued, "D’Argo asked me to bring them for you."

Flustered, but at the same time pleased, Crichton turned to see D’Argo exiting the transport pod. "That’s awfully nice of you, D’Argo. Thanks." He smiled at Zaahn and thanked her as well.

D’Argo set a huge load of boxes on the deck and nodded in acknowledgement. Then, remembering something Crichton had said to him earlier, he gave the human a playful punch on the arm. Luxan muscles being what they are, the punch rocked the human a little, and was certain to leave a bruise. Still, Crichton smiled and punched him back. This seemed to satisfy D’Argo, who headed back to Moya’s control room. Zaahn gave Crichton an enigmatic smile and followed D’Argo as Crichton rubbed his arm.

Seeing this activity, Aeryn walked over to Crichton. "Did you and D’Argo have sex?" Crichton’s jaw dropped and he stared at her blankly for a few seconds.

Ignoring his discomfort, Aeryn continued, "Because if you did, maybe he’ll stop trying to kill you every few months and we can have a little less chaos around here."

Crichton snorted and threw his hands up in surrender. "I’m always willing to do anything that will make your life less annoying, Aeryn."

"Is that sarcasm? Because if it is, I don’t appreciate it."

"Here, have a flower."

 

END