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I did some digging of my own and found out the Orchid made a stop on Thetis Prime before coming here, and Thetis Prime has just made some 'incredible archaeological discoveries'. It could be nothing, but it's just an hour ride by transport away.

Doctor Urvidian just got back to work from his little forced three month vacation so he doesn't want to leave the med bay, and Jane just said 'I'm not going to prison' when I told her where we were going. So that leaves you.

[And obviously Levi can't leave the station, though Akmazian ranks slightly higher than Levi on 'people already in the know who Ryan would be okay being stuck with for 48 hours'.]

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Ryan-

[ the word comes with a puff of startled breath and a groan. there's scrambling from inside the bathroom, before the door flings the rest of the way open. akmazian's lips are slightly parted, his pupils blown wide with arousal.

he is not really hiding much in those boxers of his. ]

Didn't - uh - run into any trouble, I hope.

No. No, everything's fine.

[Dont look at his crotch, don't look at his crotch, don't look at his crotch...

Ryan's gaze darts down to the tent in Akmazian's boxers. He is absolutely stairing.]

Um. Do you, uh, need...

[Need what? Privacy? Help? Ryan's still stairing.]

[ akmazian holds his breath, shutting his eyes as he tries to ground himself. this is not easy. ryan is no longer the only one low-key hoping that someone gets shot. ]

Not as impressive as yours, I know. [ he chuckles weakly. ] But let's be honest, here: most aren't.

[This tension between them is going to kill someone if they don't do something about it. They can't keep a clear head if they're too preoccupied with getting their hands on each other.

Ryan's still stairing.]

That was not exactly a normal circumstance.

[ and because he apparently has zero self-preservation instinct, he'll nod and half-smile. ]

Was pretty good when we caught you sleeping, too.

[Ryan's not looking at Akmazian's face to see the smile, he keeps staring, even unaware as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.]

When you -

[That's unexpected and a little startling and okay it draws Ryan's focus away. Better than a 'My eyes are up here' for sure.]

What?

[ that time he and jane snuck into his quarters for purely innocent reasons, of course. he swallows a quiet laugh, realizing now might not be the best time, and has the decency to look a little embarrassed. ]

Hey, uh- I just need another minute- I'll turn the shower on.

Do you want company?

[The words just kind of come out on their own. But. Hey, he can respect a no, leave Akmazian to his private time. Even if he feels kind of like an asshole as soon as he says the words - Akmazian's been giving him a bunch of little 'No's since this whole thing started.]

[ the sound he makes is a pathetic, puppyish little whine. he leans his cheek against the doorframe, staring at him with a pitiful expression. this is what he was trying to avoid, trying to avoid fucking up their already strained relationship long term. ]

... Yeah. More than anything.

[ hoarse and husky and purely honest. ]

[Ryan's seconds away from apologizing and backing off when Akmazian answers.

Words have not been helpful between them at all today, so he for once keeps his mouth shut. Ryan just yanks his shirt over his head and throws it aside before kissing Akmazian again and shoving his hand in the other man's boxers to take hold of him.

They just need to take the edge off here, the rest can come later.]

[ oh. well, that's not exactly what he was expecting, but he's definitely not going to complain about it. he throws his arm around around ryan's waist, back jolting ramrod straight the moment he feels the hand take hold of him.

fuck. yes. already it was so much better than the way he was touching himself, and ryan will probably feel him throb under his fingertips. ]

God-

[ groaned, open-mouthed into the kiss. he is absolutely putty. ]

[If Ryan had more mental facilities available he probably would consider options for this that weren't 'handjob against the wall', but this is where they are now and he doesn't want to stop now that they've started. He's had a little practice with this now, of doing this for someone else, and he's surprised at how much of a thrill it is to feel Akmazian throbbing in his hand, hot and needy. Ryan's not looking to tease Akmazian or to make this last, they've basically been edging all night long. He's going for pure relief, hard and fast.

The hand not on Akmazian's dick goes up to hold the back of his neck again, like when Ryan kissed him in bed, teeth scraping against his lips, his jaw.]

[ and akmazian will be forever grateful for ryan's mercy on the subject. 'hard and fast' was what he'd been aiming for himself, too, just to clear his head and to release some of the tension that had been plaguing him all evening, but now-

he catches the side of ryan's face in turn, all strangled and desperate sounds into his mouth as his hips jerk and rut against his hand. it's not long at all before he's climaxing hard against him, breath coming in stuttering gasps as he spills against him. bless him, he's doing his best to stay quiet, but it's difficult when he doesn't really want to. ]

Christ, Ryan...

[ groaned again, before pressing his face against the side of the other man's cheek, just to catch his breath. ]

[To be fair, being an engaged couple, it'd be more suspicious to not hear sounds like that coming from their room.

He continues to work Akmazian's dick to stroke him through his climax, though he eases up a bit at the end, not wanting to cross the oversensitive line into painful. Akmazian's rough breath is the loudest sound in the room and Ryan has a problem of his own pressed against Akmazian's thigh.]

Good?

[He should pull away and go wash his hand off.]

Yeah.

[ it takes him a minute to completely catch his breath, just kind of relishing that- the closeness of Ryan right there against him. and then he centers himself, shifting forward slightly so that he can wedge his thigh between the other man's legs, pressing firmly against him. ]

So- uh, darlin'-

[ his hands fumble for his pants. it's a question. ]

[Ryan bucks his hips against Akmazian's thigh when it's pressed against his crotch, struggling with a cut off moan. He's too needy to be self conscious about it. Then if that wasn't clear enough,]

Please.

Shh, darlin', of course -

[ he'll quiet himself then by kissing ryan again, before loosening his pants, pushing them and his boxers down past his hips. he'll reach for his dick then, grabbing it firmly, doing the same thing he'd been trying to do earlier - dragging this out is pointless, cruel. ]

Yes, yes-!

[Ryan kisses back eagerly, though his aim is a bit off until he has to drop his head down to rest his forehead against Akmazian's shoulder. He bucks against Akmazian's hand, too shameless to be particularly quiet. He doesn't last particularly long either, being on edge for most of the day and all. Trembling, nails digging in to the skin of Akmazian's shoulder where it's sort of migrated to, gasping murmured encouragements.]

[ he'll coax him along until he's finished, but even with the recent heat between them sated? the way ryan was actively calling out like that, the eager way he kissed - if he hadn't been completely spent, it would have had him stirring again almost immediately. holy shit. just when you think a guy can't possibly get any hotter...

the guilt is already settling in by the time he's pulling ryan's forehead up from his shoulder to kiss him softly, sweetly. it's a gesture full of tenderness and fondness and absolute warmth, before he separates from him and moves to the sink in the bathroom behind them. he's shaking a little with adrenaline, but there's precious little to be done about that right now; really, he just has to worry about salvaging the... whatever this is with ryan. ]

[Ryan just melts at the kiss, metaphorically speaking. He returns it at best he can, tired and sated himself, and even if he realized at the open affection and fondness he stared at Akmazian with he probably wouldn't have been able to stop himself.

Guilt is the last thing on his mind right now. Maybe he is still grieving the loss of his father a bit, not that he'd ever admit it, but if they both want this then why not go for it? Life's just too short to not try, isn't it? A quieter version of Jane's full-blown mid-life-crisis.

He regards his pants. Well, those are already messy, he'll need to have them washed. So he wipes his hands off on them and just shoves them off his hips entirely along with his boxers before leaning against the bathroom doorway to call out to Akmazian. His voice is a little horse now.]

Washcloth?

[All Ryan wants is to clean up enough then go to bed.]

Mmhmm.

[ they shouldn't because it's dangerous to form attachments like this when they're both being targeted. they shouldn't because ryan really is a good guy, and maybe akmazian hasn't destroyed any stars, but his hands haven't exactly been squeaky clean these past few years, either.

how can life simultaneously be shitty and great sometimes.

he cleans up before he returns to ryan with a warm, wet washcloth, before taking the other man's hand and gently wiping it clean for him. ]

[Ryan let's him, entertained and endeared by the action of Akmazian cleaning him up. Ryan feels like he could fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow but he has to lean in to kiss the curve of Akmazian's jaw one more time before he moves again. Then he's turning his hands to lightly take Akmazian's.]

Good enough. Let's get some sleep.

[ he seems a little surprised when ryan takes his hand, as if that were one possibility he wasn't accounting for. he nods, squeezing his hand in return, a half-smile on his face as he heads back to the bed. ]

Yeah. And, uh- thanks, doc.

[ even if it was a huge mistake. he's having trouble regretting it yet. ]

[Ryan doesn't get the slight flash of embarrassment then,]

Well, ah, it's good to know I'm not terrible. Or that you're too nice to say something.

[He's joking, really. Mostly. Ryan slides under the covers again, much less awkward this time. Relaxed, sated, too tired to care about much beyond those things.

Sure they have shit to do later, potentially dangerous shit at that, but right now... things are pretty good.

Really, Ryan's half asleep within moments, and that's only not fully because he struggles to hold on to wakefulness long enough to shift close to Akmazian when he gets in bed too. After that? Out like a light.]

[ he doesn't know why he's so weirdly touched when ryan shifts closer to him, but he definitely is. sleepily, he lifts one hand to card gently through the other man's hair, nails blunt against his scalp and that same, pleased half-smile on his face.

akmazian is good to lie like that for a while, sleepily watching the other man's face and crossing his fingers that things won't be too weird in the light of morning for them. his hand drops to sort of smooth against ryan's waist through the sheets, before he's eventually out himself. ]

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