Ryland Grace

Simon was happy. Comfortable even. In fact, this was the most comfortable and relaxed he'd been... maybe ever. Which is why he was so irritated when he suddenly found himself craving physical touch like a drug. They'd established a routine and found a good equilibrium! Why did this have to happen now?

Okay, okay, okay. Simon could make this work. Obviously straight up asking for what he wanted was out of the question, but perhaps he could be subtle about it?

Grace was sitting on the floor working on something with Rocky and Simon plopped right down next to him, so close their thighs were touching. He was practically sitting in his lap.

Subtle indeed.

@simon-butcher-convict

Grace and Rocky have kept a close eye on Simon since the man arrived at their doorstep — or rather, at their airlock. Grace because he’s worried about Simon and wants to make sure the man is okay, and Rocky because he wants to make sure Simon doesn’t hurt Grace.

They’ve thankfully established a good routine, and with Simon’s help the plants aboard the ship have been doing better than ever! Grace was never very good with plants…

Recently he’s noticed Simon has become rather.. touchy. Which Grace actually loves, because he’s been rather touch starved himself. But geez, he can’t help but get flustered every single time! It’s just cause Simon is so darn handsome!

So when Simon sits down next to him, their thighs pressed together, his face instantly heats up and his heart starts racing. He glances over at Simon and smiles softly.

“Why Grace heart rate increase, question?” Rocky asks from within his ball.

Rocky!

“Unfortunately it doesn’t do well in atmospheres with high concentrations of nitrogen. But I’m working on breeding up nitrogen resistant taumoeba. It’ll take some time, but I know it’ll work.”

Simon was happy. Comfortable even. In fact, this was the most comfortable and relaxed he'd been... maybe ever. Which is why he was so irritated when he suddenly found himself craving physical touch like a drug. They'd established a routine and found a good equilibrium! Why did this have to happen now?

Okay, okay, okay. Simon could make this work. Obviously straight up asking for what he wanted was out of the question, but perhaps he could be subtle about it?

Grace was sitting on the floor working on something with Rocky and Simon plopped right down next to him, so close their thighs were touching. He was practically sitting in his lap.

Subtle indeed.

@simon-butcher-convict

Grace and Rocky have kept a close eye on Simon since the man arrived at their doorstep — or rather, at their airlock. Grace because he’s worried about Simon and wants to make sure the man is okay, and Rocky because he wants to make sure Simon doesn’t hurt Grace.

They’ve thankfully established a good routine, and with Simon’s help the plants aboard the ship have been doing better than ever! Grace was never very good with plants…

Recently he’s noticed Simon has become rather.. touchy. Which Grace actually loves, because he’s been rather touch starved himself. But geez, he can’t help but get flustered every single time! It’s just cause Simon is so darn handsome!

So when Simon sits down next to him, their thighs pressed together, his face instantly heats up and his heart starts racing. He glances over at Simon and smiles softly.

“Why Grace heart rate increase, question?” Rocky asks from within his ball.

His mouth found Grace's again, desperately chasing his pleasure with his tongue. He palmed at Grace's erection with his bandaged hand, gently stroking the shaft up and down. His thumb swirled over the head and, when Grace ground down into him again, rubbing against his cock, Simon nearly stopped breathing. He looked utterly starstruck. He wanted... He wanted...

He wanted another fucking arm so he could prod at the entrance of Grace's hole without letting go of his dick. But, alas, one arm, one thing at a time. He tugged Grace closer and kneaded the meat of his ass, his index finger circling around the tight ring of muscles like a shark.

His eyes grow wide when Simon removes his clothes. Great heavens, Simon is officially the hottest man he’s ever seen! So well endowed too..

Okay. That was weird to think. Maybe.

His face is thoroughly flushed when Simon manages to tear his clothes off of him, but now that they’re both naked all he wants to feel is Simon pressed against him. He moans into Simon’s mouth, tugging on the man’s hair when he begins stroking his cock. God, they haven’t even started and everything already feels so good.. he really hopes he can last a while.

As soon as Simon asks his question Grace nods his head vigorously. “Yes, god yes please,” he begs as he looks into Simon’s eyes. He needs the man in him so bad — but they also need lube.

He looks down at the floor and spots a tube of medical lube by his foot. Seems like when the ship was spinning out of control all sorts of supplies got scattered around. He grabs it and hands it to Simon.

"Grace- Ryland... My fingers, theyre- can you open yourself up for me?"

He licked his lips and batted his eyes. "Please? For me?"

He flushes crimson, unable to hold back the whine that escapes his throat as Simon palms at his cock and tells him to be a ‘good boy’. Christ, he enjoyed that way more than he thought he would.

“Y-yes, Simon, yes,” he stutters out, nodding eagerly. He’s thankfully too turned on to be embarrassed as he coats his fingers in lube, slowly inserting one into himself. He gasps, biting his lip as he pushes it into himself. After a few moments of thrusting he slowly inserts another finger, stretching himself out.

"Good boy," he murmured, gently stroking his cock to encourage him to continue. Simon's own aching dick pressed greedily against Grace's ass.

"You look so filthy," he said. "I can't believe how desperate you are,"

He kissed him again, tightening his hold on his cock. "Don't be so impatient, Ryland," he scolded, his breath got against Grace's lips. "I think you should do another finger, just to be safe,"

He whines against Simon’s lips, nodding. He moans even louder when the man starts being rougher on his cock, the feeling almost making him forget what he was just asked to do. But still he obeys, slowly inserting a third finger into himself to stretch his hole even further.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of himself, whining and trembling. His body suddenly jolts as he cries out — he hit his prostate.

‘That’s enough’ he thinks to himself. But he doesn’t remove his fingers. He won’t until Simon tells him to.

He lined his cock up with Grace's messy hole and let him sink down onto it at whatever pace was more comfortable for him. The feeling was electric, and it was all Simon could do to keep himself from bucking up into Grace's wet heat. He rolled his head back, groaning and panting, as he fought to control himself. He felt like a fucking animal: he wanted to pin Grave down and use him until they were both spent.

He held Grace close, chest to chest, until he'd taken him all the way up to the hilt. "Good, good, good, so fucking good for me," he growled.

Grace needed to stop begging and he needed to stop looking at him with those big, tear-filled eyes, or something in Simon was going to break. He waited until his partner was situation before he started to move—nice and slow.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Grace, you're so fucking tight," he growled, laying them both back so Simon was resting on the floor and Grace was laying on top of him. The position made it easier to both hold onto him (Grace's poor cock was trapped between their bodies) and to fuck his cock up into him.

The way Simon is looking at him, eyes full of hunger and lust, has Grace trembling on the man’s cock. He hopes he gets to see that look over and over for the rest of his life.

“Oh Simon,” Grace moans when Simon growls, placing his hands on Simon’s chest when the man lays them both down. “Please, p-please call me Ryland,” he gasps out, having loved when the man called him by his first name earlier.

His nails begin digging into Simon’s flesh as the man starts thrusting harder and faster, tears beginning to spill down Grace’s cheeks. He cries out, his body jolting when Simon’s cock hits his prostate.

Then he picks up the pace again, his face screwed up in pleasure and concentration. It wasn't at all gentle (he'd feel guilty about that later) but he couldn't help it: he couldn't remember the last time he felt like this about anybody ever.

"Fuck, Ryland, fuck," he growled, chasing his pleasure like a wolf after a rabbit.

He loved the way his name sounded on Grace's tongue but it was the cursing that nearly made him climax right there on the spot. He was getting dangerously close, and he could tell Grace was to.

He doesn’t have long to dwell on that however before Simon resumes pounding him into oblivion. Fucking hell, he really needed this, needed to just get fucked into next week by the sexiest man alive.

Grace’s head falls forward against Simon’s shoulder as he moans, shuddering at the man’s low, growling voice. “Fuuuck, Simon,” he whines, long and drawn out.

His body reacts almost immediately to Simon’s demand. He gasps, his back arching as his orgasm tears through him like an earthquake. He cries out Simon’s name as his cum paints both his and Simon’s bellies.

“Simon, please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Grace begs before tangling his fingers in Simon’s hair and smashing their lips together in a desperate kiss. Even though he just came he’s still hard — guess being practically celibate for so many years lead to him having the libido of a teenager.

The second Grace started to relax, Simon pulled out immediately, gasping for air like a fish on land. He had to let go of Grace to wrap his hand around the base of his cock to keep from coming while they kissed. He looked completely baffled when Grace begged him for more.

Ryland Grace was going to be the death of him.

Jesus Christ he looked like a wreck. He looked pathetic. Simon would do literally anything for him.

Without much warning, he flipped Grave over onto his stomach, his ass raised high in the air. He spanked him hard enough to turn his ass red. "And here I thought you were some goody-two-shoes prude. Who knew you were such a whore?"

He spanked him again and pushed inside of him hard. He used his hand to pin Grace into the floor and resumed his brutal, pistoning pace. At some point, he let go of him and reached instead for his tender, oversensitive cock.

He cries out, biting his lip when Simon spanks him — he really liked that. Seems like Grace is discovering a lot about himself today. He whines when Simon calls him a whore. “Only for you Simon, only for you.”

He cries out Simon’s name when the man spanks him and thrusts his cock back into him. He pushes his ass back against him, wanting to force Simon’s dick as deep inside of himself as possible.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Grace moans and whines, his head dropping onto the floor when Simon wraps his bandaged hand around his oversensitive cock.

"Fuck," he mumbled, the sight of Grace beneath him was making his head feel funny.

He let go of Grace's cock and grabbed his leg instead, lifting it up to get better access to his hole, trying to thrust himself deeper. He continued to pound Grace into the ground and this time, when he came again, he didn't slow his pace for a second.

He stopped just long enough to flip him over onto his back, climb on top of him, and he resumed the same brutal pace from before.

He was started to get tired, he didn't have much left in him. His legs were hurting and the pain medication was starting to wear off, but he wanted Grace to feel good.

He’s panting and whining when Simon flips him over onto his back. He’s a right fucking mess — hair mussed, cheeks tear-stained and red, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, his belly painted with his own semen.

He grips onto the mattress pad beneath him, his nails leaving indents in the material. As Grace’s third orgasm approaches he begins writhing underneath Simon, tears streaming down his cheeks. All that’s coming out of his mouth now are a stream of curses intermingled with Simon’s name.

"Ryland, my Ryland," he cooed. "So perfect, so good for me. You did so good,"

He was gentle as he cleaned Grace up, and pulled the blanket up over him when he was finished.

He nuzzles his head up under Simon’s chin when the man pulls a blanket up over him. “Thank you, Simon.. I— I’m, I’m really glad you’re here..,” he murmurs, his blush deepening. He almost said something else entirely..

He almost told Simon he loves him. Does he?

Grace lifts his head up a bit so he can look at Simon, and it doesn’t take long for him to come up with his answer. Yes. Yes, he loves Simon. So much.. but he doesn’t know if he has the courage to say it aloud.

And maybe he just didn't like feeling out of control like that. Maybe he just didn't like feeling like the Butcher.

But Grace seemed really, really happy, and that was the only thing he really wanted: for Grace to be happy. He wasn't sure if aan like him was capable of love, probably not, but he sure felt strongly about Grace. He cared about him more than he'd ever cared about anyone, except for his mom. Maybe that's what love was?

“Yeah, I’ll rest soon. Just… you look upset.” He bites his lip, glancing away from Simon. He can’t look at him as he asks this question. “Do you.. do you regret what we just did?”

He’s really, really hoping that’s not the case.

His mind is spiraling now — is this just a fling to Simon? Does he not have any feelings for him at all, and was they did was just a way for him to blow off some steam?

It was only after Grace dropped off to sleep that the panic returned, hitting Simon square in the chest. He felt like such a piece of shit. Rocky needed them to watch him, he promised him they'd watch him and instead they-

Jesus fucking Christ.

There was also the aggression, the losing control—what did that mean for Simon? The Butcher was meant to be dead and buried, a secret he would never, ever let Grace or Rocky ever discover. Was it still a part of him?

And perhaps the first part: now his feelings for Grace were completely undeniable. He could just push them away and pretend like they didn't exist. He cared. And that was terrifying.

So terrifying that, as Grace slept soundly in his lap, panic tore through him with the force of a hurricane. He couldn't breathe, his mind was feeling, the walls felt like they were closing in. What if Grace changed his mind about him when he woke up? What if he somehow figured out who he really was and didn't want anything to do with him? Before all this, Simon could've survived that a rejection like that. But now that he was no longer in denial? No way in hell.

So Simon did what any reasonable adult would do: he had a full blown panic attack. He sat on the floor,naked as the day he was born, clutching Grace like a lifeline, and spent maybe 30 minutes hyperventilating and gasping for air. Then the numbness or the dissociation kicked in and he was good to go.

He let Grace sleep for as long as he needed to. By the time he finally woke, the Mary had switch back to day mode, the painkillers had long since worn off, and Simon looked like absolute shit. Still, he smiled when he met Grace's eyes and said,

His smile fades however when he sees how worn out Simon looks. He places a gentle hand on the man’s cheek. “Are you okay Simon? You look unwell.”

His mind starts to wander, thinking of various reasons that could be the case. Maybe he’s just tired, but he’s afraid it could be something else. Is Simon regretting what they did last night? Is he disappointed in how Grace was? Does he… does he want nothing to do with Grace now?

" 'm okay. Just spent all that time worrying about nonsense," It really wasn't nonsense. The guilt about Rocky, his fears About losing control and being too rough—he needed to talk about them.

Unfortunately, he was deeply stubborn man who now had something to lose. He didn't want to say anything that would jeopardize that.

Hang on, what was happening? Grace's eyes flickered away. He disappeared for a moment, lost in his own he. When his eyes flicked back up, it looked like he was fighting back tears: his eyes were unusually damn and he looked like he was trying very hard not to blink. Simon couldn't explain why, but his heart simply melted (uh oh, this attachment was getting dangerous.) It was like Grace believed that it didnt count as crying unless tears fell, it was very endearing.

(Shit. Shit. Fuck! Was he really that smitten?)

He out his hand over Grace's and asked, in the softest, tenderest voice: "Ryland, what's wrong?"

He looks away from Simon again — he can’t bear to look at the man when he asks this question, fearing what he might see in his eyes. “Do you… do you regret what we did? Do you not..,” he trails off, even more afraid to ask this. Because it’s basically an admittance of how he feels about Simon. And the thought of Simon rejecting him makes his heart want to shatter.

"It's everything else that I regret," he admitted. "I was too rough with you. I fucking- I fucking came in you without- without protection, without fucking asking for permission-" He pulled his hand away and pressed the heel of his palm again one of his eyes like he was trying to physically repress the tears that were bubbling up.

"We were supposed to be watching Rocky," he croaked. "I promised him that'd we'd watch him, but instead we-" He brought his knees up to his chest. He just wanted to hide.

He shakes his head a bit before continuing, his blush deepening. “And I don’t mind that you came in me. If I’m still being honest, I liked that too.”

“And Rocky’s okay, trust me. He sleeps for a very long time, so when I watch him I’ll sometimes go into the lab to do work. I’ll just check in on him periodically, and when I figure he’s going to wake soon then I stay and watch more attentively.”

"I used to be a bad person," he said bluntly. "Like, a really bad person. I hurt people. And I really like to think that I've changed but what happened last night... I don't know. I felt like I lost control and became that thing again. I'm worried I haven't changed as much as I thought I had,"

The comment about Rocky made him huff in frustration. "I know, I know, but this is different! He almost killed himself to save both our lives and he doesn't even like me! Hell he could be dead right now and neither of us would know and the only thing he asked of us was to watch over him. He saved my fucking life and I couldn't even do that for him," he growled, pushing himself away from Grace.

He blew out a sharp breath. It wasn't Grace he was mad at, it was himself. It wasn't fair to take it out on him.

He stands up, wrapping his blanket around his waist. When Simon mentions Rocky the tears start coming even faster, his eyes flicking over to the Eridian in his enclosure, still asleep. “He always looks like he’s dead when he sleeps,” Grace murmurs, even though he knows that’s a lie. Rocky sleeps in very specific positions, and doesn’t move from them when he sleeps. Right now he… he can’t tell. He’s just hoping that Rocky’s not dead.

“Don’t.. don’t blame yourself for that. That was my fault. I..,” he trails off, running his free hand through his hair as he barks out a humorless laugh. “I was stupid and horny and I distracted you. So that’s on me.”

He wanted-

Comfort.

He was reaching out to Grace for comfort. When was the last time he'd ever trusted anybody enough to ask for something like that? Grace had always said, over and over and over, "Just talk to me!" "If you're ever upset, just tell me!" "Use your words, Simon, I can't read your mind,"

So why was Grace pulling away? Why was he crying? WS he upset? Hurt? What had Simon done wrong? What was he missing?

"No, I liked it," Simon said weakly, feeling his own eyes well up with tears because he understand what was happening and he felt so helpless. "I just feel overwhelmed..." His voice had gotten smaller and smaller, and his arm dropped uselessly at his side.

He wanted to drop to his knees to beg Grace to come back, to look at him, to hold his face again. 'Help me! Comfort me! Tell me it's okay! Tell me I'm not a bad person! Tell me Rocky will be okay! Tell me I'm not a monster for breaking my promise to him because I was horny and desperate and you're the only thing Ive wanted for as long as I can remember!'

'Im scared Grace,' he wanted to say. 'I'm scared and I don't know what to do. I'm scared of myself, I'm scared of my feelings, I'm scared of caring, I'm scared of losing you and Rocky, please don't go away.'

He kept his eyes fixed on the ground. He could do better. He could be better. If Grace wanted him to be rough and mean, he could do that. If Grace wanted him to leave him alone because he'd said all the wrong things, he could do that too.

He grabs Simon's hand with both of his and brings it up to his chest, simply wanting to hold some part of him close. "I know, I know this is all overwhelming." He sighs, looking away from Simon.

"I'm sorry, I got a little defensive there. It's.. it's been a while since I've been with anyone like this. I have to get used to it again," he says softly as he returns his gaze to Simon. "You should sleep. I can watch Rocky for now while you rest. We can stay here if you want, I can lay with you."

"I don't regret what we did, not at all! And I want to do it again. Maybe that's what scares me so much: I want you so badly, and I haven't let myself want anything for a long, long time,"

He put his own clothes back on and clambered back onto the mattress. He opened up the blanket to let Grace curl up beside him and wrapped his arm around him. He rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

He gently strokes the back of Simon’s hand as he blushes. “I-I’m glad you don’t regret it, and I… I-I want to do it again too,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. He places one of his hands on Simon’s cheek, looking lovingly into his eyes. “I want you too, Simon. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Everything will be okay.”

He lays with Simon, wrapping his arms around the man as he lays his head back on a pillow. He bites his lip to keep it from quivering as he looks at Simon. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Simon..”

Grace presses a gentle kiss to Simon’s cheek, stroking the man’s hair as he drifts off to sleep. Once Simon is fully asleep Grace angles his head so he can watch Rocky, sighing softly.

"Hey," he said softly, stretching up so he could kiss Grace properly. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "Your back okay?"

“I’m uh, doing alright. My back’s okay. How’s yours?” He asks as he gently strokes Simon’s hair.

"We should check the predator collector, huh? And if you want, we can work out a sleep schedule, so we can take turns watching him," he was trying very hard to be supportive. Falling apart was embarrassing. He was tougher than that and Grace needed him, right? He and Rocky were really close.

He nods as he gently squeezes Simon’s hand. “Yeah, I need to start my work on the predator. And a sleep schedule would be helpful. I’ll be honest however, I doubt I’m going to sleep much once I start working. I just… I need to get this done. The sooner the better.”

He blushes as he looks at Simon, his lips twitching up into a soft smile. “I don’t regret what we did either, Simon. It, um, i-it doesn’t sound fucked uh.. I-I definitely will want to do that again,” he says with a nervous chuckle.

"Look... I know I'm dumb as shit, and I can't be of any help to you in any real, meaningful way. But I still want to help where I can," he insisted.

“God damnit..,” he murmurs, burying his face in his gloved hands.

He takes in a deep breath to calm himself down. “Okay, I just need to breed them up to become resistant to nitrogen. There have to be a few surviving taumeba in here.. yep, I’ve got them,” he murmurs, carefully using a pipette to secure the surviving taumeba from the tank.

Once they’re safely secured in another tank he slips in some astrophage for them to feed on. He’s about to do some more work when a sudden sound makes him drop everything and run — he hears tapping from Rocky’s enclosure.

Grace hurries over to Rocky, a wide grin appearing on his face at what he sees — Rocky’s awake, and he’s back in his ball! Grace immediately kneels in front of Rocky, wrapping his arms around the ball that’s encasing his friend. “Are you okay Rocky?” He murmurs, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Rocky okay, statement. Grace okay, question?”

"Our little star saving trio." She huffs a laugh as she leads the mattress out into the tunnel.

Her eyes soften at the vision of Ryland laid in the bed waiting for her. She climbs into his arms and snuggles against his chest, tucking her head under his chin.

"Goodnight Ryland. Goodnight Rocky." Her eyes droop as he kisses her head. She sleepily winds her fingers with his before bringing his hand up to her lips to place a gentle kiss there.

It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep, apparently being in a coma was rather tiring. As sleep overtakes her her body relaxes into his.

“Goodnight Adalynn,” Rocky says with a few clicks of his claws.

Grace’s lips twitch up into a small smile as Adalynn places a kiss on his hand, and he soon follows her into the realm of sleep.

~~~~

Hours go by and Grace is stirring in his sleep, groaning. He’s sweating, his shirt plastered to his skin.

His eyes suddenly fly open as he gasps, taking in his surroundings. His face flushes red when he sees that he’s holding Adalynn in his arms — but thankfully for him she’s still asleep.

“Grace okay, question?” Rocky asks as he tilts his carapace slightly.

Grace nods, holding a hand out to Rocky and motioning for him to be quiet as he slowly and carefully gets up off the mattress. “Yes, I’m okay Rocky,” he whispers. “I just.. need to take care of something in the ship. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay Grace,” Rocky replies, thankfully having whispered this time.

When Grace makes it into the ship he heads for the bathroom, which unfortunately doesn’t have a door. Guess when you send up four people into space to save the world in a small metal container privacy is considered a luxury instead of a necessity.

He peels his shirt off and tosses it aside before pulling his pants and boxers down, his half-hard cock springing free. He sighs — he can’t believe he had a wet dream about Adalynn while sleeping right next to her..

He nearly jumps out of his skin, his eyes flying open when he hears Adalynn ask if he’s okay. He turns so his bare back is facing her, though she can still see a bit of his face via the mirror in front of him.

“Yeah, you.. you can help me,” he breathes out, his voice lower, more steady. He shuts his eyes and takes in a deep, steadying breath before he turns around and leans back against the sink, his body now on full display for Adalynn.

He groans against her lips, panting as she pulls away and tugs his shirt off over his head.

“Oh fuck,” Grace growls when Adalynn speaks, biting his lip when she squeezes his thighs. He nods as he runs his hands up and down Adalynn’s sides. “Go ahead..”

"I- uh- I don't know if they would've packed any. If they did they will be in the medical supplies, but Stratt was pretty strict about what supplies were packed." Her hands fiddle with the waistband of her jeans.

"I- I have an IUD. Stratt wanted more permanent solutions but with how little time before the launch there wasn't enough time for her to put me through major surgery. A-and I'm clean. O-of stds I mean. Sorry I'm really rambling, I haven't been with anyone in a while so I'm a little rusty." Her checks grow even redder, her voice wavering with nerves.

She had only ever had sex a handful of times before and certainly not since her collage days. Funnily enough working in the ICU and then on a doomsday preventing military ship didn't leave much time for relationships. And she had never really been a casual sex person.

He nods as she speaks, returning his gaze to her as he gently strokes her cheek. “Okay, um.. I, I trust you. I’m clean too, don’t worry..,” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck as his blush deepens. “It’s uh.. it’s been a while for me too.”

The last relationship he was in with a woman, he was told he wasn’t very good in bed.. so he’s pretty nervous right now. He wants to make Adalynn feel good, but he’s afraid he’ll mess it up.

“Exactly,” Grace says as he once again sifts through the sand with his free hand.

He blushes when Simon complements him, glancing away from the man. The sun has fully set and the simulated stars are visible now, so Grave is hoping his blush isn’t too visible in the dark. “Um, y-yeah, I am.” He chuckles, brushing the sand off his hand before he rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t think it’s that impressive. I was a teacher on earth too after all.”

He watches the stones Simon throws splash into the water, smiling softly as the water ripples from the impact.

@dr-captain-ryland-gracee

[The stars reflect in Simon's eyes, flickering with light brighter than what he was used to. And there were so many more. It was...nostalgic. He still didn't fully believe that all of the planets and stars had been returned, but- it was nice to pretend, for tonight.]

Ah, well- At least to me it is. Back where I come from, besides the Father, we didn't have classroom teachers. We had mentors. If you were lucky enough to be assigned one, it practically meant you had a secured spot within the station. You were useful.

So- you teaching people? And so many of them? Yeah, that's impressive.

He nods, listening oh-so intently as Simon speaks, hanging on to his every word. He’s glad he’s willing to talk about where he comes from, to share these things with him. It makes him happy.

“Thank you, Simon.. for the compliments, and for sharing that with me.”

His smile widens and he gently squeezes Simon’s hand back before suddenly letting out a deep yawn. “Oh goodness, sorry. I didn’t realize I was so tired. You’ve gotta be tired too though, I’m sure.”

You're right. I hadn't even noticed how late it was.

[He nods, not wanting to make a move to get up. It looks like Grace wasn't going to either, honestly- but he needed sleep, the both of them knew that. Simon pulls himself up and guides the other man with their intertwined hands.]

C'mon, Ryland. Let's get you back.

He chuckles whenever they bump into each other, gently squeezing the man’s hand each time it happens.

No, I- don't think so. Do you need...anything?

He blushes, glancing away from Simon. He stays still for a moment before letting go of his hand and wrapping his arms around him in a gentle hug. “Goodnight, Simon,” he says softly before letting go of him and heading into his own room, shutting the door.

He slips off his shirt and changes into a pair of sweatpants before flopping onto his bed, sighing. Today was certainly very eventful.. and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

~~~~

Hours go by, and it’s well into the night cycle. Artificial moonbeams shine through Grace’s open window, the ocean breeze making his curtains flutter. While the night is peaceful, his rest unfortunately isn’t.

Grace is stirring in his sleep — he’s rolled over onto his stomach, his face buried in his pillow as his legs begin kicking of their own accord.

In his dream he’s running — running for his life… he gets tackled.. oh god, no, no!

Night, Grace.

[He watches the other man depart before finding his own way to his room, exhaustion quickly falling over him. The events of the day hit Simon like a truck, and soon enough he was deep asleep]

~~~~

[Screaming startles Simon awake. It was a usual occurrence, in the C.O.I., but- where was he? This isn't his usual setting. There's soft sheets, and a window with moonlight, and-]

Grace.

[His feet are moving before his brain is, up and out of bed, swinging his door open.]

Grace!

[The yelling is coming from inside his room, Simon can easily recognize that. He doesn't know what to expect, as he stumbles inside- and finds Grace alone. No threat, nothing for him to fight.]

He looks over at whoever called his name — it’s Simon. Tears are flowing down his cheeks as he continues gasping for air.

“Simon… I, I-I’m so sorry for waking you up. I..,” he trails off, not quite sure what to say as he wipes at his eyes.

No, no apologies. Are you alright?

He looks down at Simon’s offered hand. He ignores it in favor of wrapping his arms around the man, hugging him close. “I’m.. I’m sorry, if this is too much you can pull away..,” he murmurs softly, burying his face in the crook of Simon’s neck.

I don't...mind.

[It was the truth. Simon loved the contact, even if he wouldn't happen to admit it.]

After a few long moments he pulls away, suddenly embarrassed. He completely forgot that he’s not wearing a shirt. He’s about to move, to go grab a shirt, but then he locks eyes with Simon. His breath hitches in his throat. The moonlight is illuminating Simon’s face, making the hair framing it shine beautifully.

Ry? You okay there?

Without meaning to he leans closer to Simon — their faces are only mere inches apart now. “I.. I’m sorry, I just… I just want to be close to you,” he says quietly, afraid that if he talks too loud whatever spell has fallen over them will break.

[Simon mutters, barely paying attention to the words leaving his mouth. Instead, his attention is focused on the way Grace's breath hitches, voice quiet and warm in the space between them. He's caught in the orbit of Ryland's gravitational pull, drawing closer until their foreheads knock together gently.]

He wants to kiss him so bad — he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything this much in his life. But he won’t. Not without asking.

[Simon leans into the hand on his face, falling into the comforting touch like he'd never recieve it again. He can feel himself falling forward, agreement quick to spill from his lips, and yet-]

[He places a hand on Grace's chest despite his brain urging anything else.]

He shakes his head as he looks into Simon’s eyes. “Simon… there’s no way I would regret anything I do with you. I know, we hardly know each other, but… but I feel like I know enough,” he says softly as he gently strokes Simon’s hair.

“You’re kind, patient, gentle.. strong,” he continues, blushing. “I can tell you’re a good man, Simon. So I know I won’t regret this.”

He bites his lip as he glances away from the man. “We… of course we don’t have to if you don’t want to. If you’re not ready. But.. just know that I wouldn’t regret it if we did.”

[Simon places a soft kiss on the side of Grace's cheek, and matches the expression on the other's face.]

Let's...talk tomorrow. I'll- stay here for the night, if you want?

He smiles softly as he returns his gaze to Simon. He’s glad the man offered to stay — he’s not sure he would’ve had the courage to ask him to stay himself. “Yes, I’d like for you to stay.” He averts his gaze from Simon again as his blush deepens. “I’m just gonna, uh, put a shirt on,” he says before getting out of bed and doing just that.

Ah- right. Sorry about that...

[Simon's face flushes, and he quickly darts his eyes away. When Grace resettles into the bed, offering Simon a place besides him, he goes quickly. The sheets are soft against his skin, and his hand is quick of find a matching one to hold onto.]

~~~~

When morning arrives Grace’s eyes flutter open as he yawns, stretching. He smiles softly when he sees Simon still lying next to him. He slowly leans over and presses a gentle kiss to Simon’s cheek before he slides out of bed, being careful not to wake the man.

He heads into the kitchen to make breakfast and coffee for himself and Simon. The Eridian’s have managed to replicate certain fruits, and they have been able to produce meat using Grace’s proteins. So he cooks some, what he likes to call ‘me-patties’, and sets them on plates along with some bananas and grapes.

Simon was happy. Comfortable even. In fact, this was the most comfortable and relaxed he'd been... maybe ever. Which is why he was so irritated when he suddenly found himself craving physical touch like a drug. They'd established a routine and found a good equilibrium! Why did this have to happen now?

Okay, okay, okay. Simon could make this work. Obviously straight up asking for what he wanted was out of the question, but perhaps he could be subtle about it?

Grace was sitting on the floor working on something with Rocky and Simon plopped right down next to him, so close their thighs were touching. He was practically sitting in his lap.

Subtle indeed.

@simon-butcher-convict

Grace and Rocky have kept a close eye on Simon since the man arrived at their doorstep — or rather, at their airlock. Grace because he’s worried about Simon and wants to make sure the man is okay, and Rocky because he wants to make sure Simon doesn’t hurt Grace.

They’ve thankfully established a good routine, and with Simon’s help the plants aboard the ship have been doing better than ever! Grace was never very good with plants…

Recently he’s noticed Simon has become rather.. touchy. Which Grace actually loves, because he’s been rather touch starved himself. But geez, he can’t help but get flustered every single time! It’s just cause Simon is so darn handsome!

So when Simon sits down next to him, their thighs pressed together, his face instantly heats up and his heart starts racing. He glances over at Simon and smiles softly.

“Why Grace heart rate increase, question?” Rocky asks from within his ball.

His mouth found Grace's again, desperately chasing his pleasure with his tongue. He palmed at Grace's erection with his bandaged hand, gently stroking the shaft up and down. His thumb swirled over the head and, when Grace ground down into him again, rubbing against his cock, Simon nearly stopped breathing. He looked utterly starstruck. He wanted... He wanted...

He wanted another fucking arm so he could prod at the entrance of Grace's hole without letting go of his dick. But, alas, one arm, one thing at a time. He tugged Grace closer and kneaded the meat of his ass, his index finger circling around the tight ring of muscles like a shark.

His eyes grow wide when Simon removes his clothes. Great heavens, Simon is officially the hottest man he’s ever seen! So well endowed too..

Okay. That was weird to think. Maybe.

His face is thoroughly flushed when Simon manages to tear his clothes off of him, but now that they’re both naked all he wants to feel is Simon pressed against him. He moans into Simon’s mouth, tugging on the man’s hair when he begins stroking his cock. God, they haven’t even started and everything already feels so good.. he really hopes he can last a while.

As soon as Simon asks his question Grace nods his head vigorously. “Yes, god yes please,” he begs as he looks into Simon’s eyes. He needs the man in him so bad — but they also need lube.

He looks down at the floor and spots a tube of medical lube by his foot. Seems like when the ship was spinning out of control all sorts of supplies got scattered around. He grabs it and hands it to Simon.

"Grace- Ryland... My fingers, theyre- can you open yourself up for me?"

He licked his lips and batted his eyes. "Please? For me?"

He flushes crimson, unable to hold back the whine that escapes his throat as Simon palms at his cock and tells him to be a ‘good boy’. Christ, he enjoyed that way more than he thought he would.

“Y-yes, Simon, yes,” he stutters out, nodding eagerly. He’s thankfully too turned on to be embarrassed as he coats his fingers in lube, slowly inserting one into himself. He gasps, biting his lip as he pushes it into himself. After a few moments of thrusting he slowly inserts another finger, stretching himself out.

"Good boy," he murmured, gently stroking his cock to encourage him to continue. Simon's own aching dick pressed greedily against Grace's ass.

"You look so filthy," he said. "I can't believe how desperate you are,"

He kissed him again, tightening his hold on his cock. "Don't be so impatient, Ryland," he scolded, his breath got against Grace's lips. "I think you should do another finger, just to be safe,"

He whines against Simon’s lips, nodding. He moans even louder when the man starts being rougher on his cock, the feeling almost making him forget what he was just asked to do. But still he obeys, slowly inserting a third finger into himself to stretch his hole even further.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of himself, whining and trembling. His body suddenly jolts as he cries out — he hit his prostate.

‘That’s enough’ he thinks to himself. But he doesn’t remove his fingers. He won’t until Simon tells him to.

He lined his cock up with Grace's messy hole and let him sink down onto it at whatever pace was more comfortable for him. The feeling was electric, and it was all Simon could do to keep himself from bucking up into Grace's wet heat. He rolled his head back, groaning and panting, as he fought to control himself. He felt like a fucking animal: he wanted to pin Grave down and use him until they were both spent.

He held Grace close, chest to chest, until he'd taken him all the way up to the hilt. "Good, good, good, so fucking good for me," he growled.

Grace needed to stop begging and he needed to stop looking at him with those big, tear-filled eyes, or something in Simon was going to break. He waited until his partner was situation before he started to move—nice and slow.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Grace, you're so fucking tight," he growled, laying them both back so Simon was resting on the floor and Grace was laying on top of him. The position made it easier to both hold onto him (Grace's poor cock was trapped between their bodies) and to fuck his cock up into him.

The way Simon is looking at him, eyes full of hunger and lust, has Grace trembling on the man’s cock. He hopes he gets to see that look over and over for the rest of his life.

“Oh Simon,” Grace moans when Simon growls, placing his hands on Simon’s chest when the man lays them both down. “Please, p-please call me Ryland,” he gasps out, having loved when the man called him by his first name earlier.

His nails begin digging into Simon’s flesh as the man starts thrusting harder and faster, tears beginning to spill down Grace’s cheeks. He cries out, his body jolting when Simon’s cock hits his prostate.

Then he picks up the pace again, his face screwed up in pleasure and concentration. It wasn't at all gentle (he'd feel guilty about that later) but he couldn't help it: he couldn't remember the last time he felt like this about anybody ever.

"Fuck, Ryland, fuck," he growled, chasing his pleasure like a wolf after a rabbit.

He loved the way his name sounded on Grace's tongue but it was the cursing that nearly made him climax right there on the spot. He was getting dangerously close, and he could tell Grace was to.

He doesn’t have long to dwell on that however before Simon resumes pounding him into oblivion. Fucking hell, he really needed this, needed to just get fucked into next week by the sexiest man alive.

Grace’s head falls forward against Simon’s shoulder as he moans, shuddering at the man’s low, growling voice. “Fuuuck, Simon,” he whines, long and drawn out.

His body reacts almost immediately to Simon’s demand. He gasps, his back arching as his orgasm tears through him like an earthquake. He cries out Simon’s name as his cum paints both his and Simon’s bellies.

“Simon, please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Grace begs before tangling his fingers in Simon’s hair and smashing their lips together in a desperate kiss. Even though he just came he’s still hard — guess being practically celibate for so many years lead to him having the libido of a teenager.

The second Grace started to relax, Simon pulled out immediately, gasping for air like a fish on land. He had to let go of Grace to wrap his hand around the base of his cock to keep from coming while they kissed. He looked completely baffled when Grace begged him for more.

Ryland Grace was going to be the death of him.

Jesus Christ he looked like a wreck. He looked pathetic. Simon would do literally anything for him.

Without much warning, he flipped Grave over onto his stomach, his ass raised high in the air. He spanked him hard enough to turn his ass red. "And here I thought you were some goody-two-shoes prude. Who knew you were such a whore?"

He spanked him again and pushed inside of him hard. He used his hand to pin Grace into the floor and resumed his brutal, pistoning pace. At some point, he let go of him and reached instead for his tender, oversensitive cock.

He cries out, biting his lip when Simon spanks him — he really liked that. Seems like Grace is discovering a lot about himself today. He whines when Simon calls him a whore. “Only for you Simon, only for you.”

He cries out Simon’s name when the man spanks him and thrusts his cock back into him. He pushes his ass back against him, wanting to force Simon’s dick as deep inside of himself as possible.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Grace moans and whines, his head dropping onto the floor when Simon wraps his bandaged hand around his oversensitive cock.

"Fuck," he mumbled, the sight of Grace beneath him was making his head feel funny.

He let go of Grace's cock and grabbed his leg instead, lifting it up to get better access to his hole, trying to thrust himself deeper. He continued to pound Grace into the ground and this time, when he came again, he didn't slow his pace for a second.

He stopped just long enough to flip him over onto his back, climb on top of him, and he resumed the same brutal pace from before.

He was started to get tired, he didn't have much left in him. His legs were hurting and the pain medication was starting to wear off, but he wanted Grace to feel good.

He’s panting and whining when Simon flips him over onto his back. He’s a right fucking mess — hair mussed, cheeks tear-stained and red, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, his belly painted with his own semen.

He grips onto the mattress pad beneath him, his nails leaving indents in the material. As Grace’s third orgasm approaches he begins writhing underneath Simon, tears streaming down his cheeks. All that’s coming out of his mouth now are a stream of curses intermingled with Simon’s name.

"Ryland, my Ryland," he cooed. "So perfect, so good for me. You did so good,"

He was gentle as he cleaned Grace up, and pulled the blanket up over him when he was finished.

He nuzzles his head up under Simon’s chin when the man pulls a blanket up over him. “Thank you, Simon.. I— I’m, I’m really glad you’re here..,” he murmurs, his blush deepening. He almost said something else entirely..

He almost told Simon he loves him. Does he?

Grace lifts his head up a bit so he can look at Simon, and it doesn’t take long for him to come up with his answer. Yes. Yes, he loves Simon. So much.. but he doesn’t know if he has the courage to say it aloud.

And maybe he just didn't like feeling out of control like that. Maybe he just didn't like feeling like the Butcher.

But Grace seemed really, really happy, and that was the only thing he really wanted: for Grace to be happy. He wasn't sure if aan like him was capable of love, probably not, but he sure felt strongly about Grace. He cared about him more than he'd ever cared about anyone, except for his mom. Maybe that's what love was?

“Yeah, I’ll rest soon. Just… you look upset.” He bites his lip, glancing away from Simon. He can’t look at him as he asks this question. “Do you.. do you regret what we just did?”

He’s really, really hoping that’s not the case.

His mind is spiraling now — is this just a fling to Simon? Does he not have any feelings for him at all, and was they did was just a way for him to blow off some steam?

It was only after Grace dropped off to sleep that the panic returned, hitting Simon square in the chest. He felt like such a piece of shit. Rocky needed them to watch him, he promised him they'd watch him and instead they-

Jesus fucking Christ.

There was also the aggression, the losing control—what did that mean for Simon? The Butcher was meant to be dead and buried, a secret he would never, ever let Grace or Rocky ever discover. Was it still a part of him?

And perhaps the first part: now his feelings for Grace were completely undeniable. He could just push them away and pretend like they didn't exist. He cared. And that was terrifying.

So terrifying that, as Grace slept soundly in his lap, panic tore through him with the force of a hurricane. He couldn't breathe, his mind was feeling, the walls felt like they were closing in. What if Grace changed his mind about him when he woke up? What if he somehow figured out who he really was and didn't want anything to do with him? Before all this, Simon could've survived that a rejection like that. But now that he was no longer in denial? No way in hell.

So Simon did what any reasonable adult would do: he had a full blown panic attack. He sat on the floor,naked as the day he was born, clutching Grace like a lifeline, and spent maybe 30 minutes hyperventilating and gasping for air. Then the numbness or the dissociation kicked in and he was good to go.

He let Grace sleep for as long as he needed to. By the time he finally woke, the Mary had switch back to day mode, the painkillers had long since worn off, and Simon looked like absolute shit. Still, he smiled when he met Grace's eyes and said,

His smile fades however when he sees how worn out Simon looks. He places a gentle hand on the man’s cheek. “Are you okay Simon? You look unwell.”

His mind starts to wander, thinking of various reasons that could be the case. Maybe he’s just tired, but he’s afraid it could be something else. Is Simon regretting what they did last night? Is he disappointed in how Grace was? Does he… does he want nothing to do with Grace now?

" 'm okay. Just spent all that time worrying about nonsense," It really wasn't nonsense. The guilt about Rocky, his fears About losing control and being too rough—he needed to talk about them.

Unfortunately, he was deeply stubborn man who now had something to lose. He didn't want to say anything that would jeopardize that.

Hang on, what was happening? Grace's eyes flickered away. He disappeared for a moment, lost in his own he. When his eyes flicked back up, it looked like he was fighting back tears: his eyes were unusually damn and he looked like he was trying very hard not to blink. Simon couldn't explain why, but his heart simply melted (uh oh, this attachment was getting dangerous.) It was like Grace believed that it didnt count as crying unless tears fell, it was very endearing.

(Shit. Shit. Fuck! Was he really that smitten?)

He out his hand over Grace's and asked, in the softest, tenderest voice: "Ryland, what's wrong?"

He looks away from Simon again — he can’t bear to look at the man when he asks this question, fearing what he might see in his eyes. “Do you… do you regret what we did? Do you not..,” he trails off, even more afraid to ask this. Because it’s basically an admittance of how he feels about Simon. And the thought of Simon rejecting him makes his heart want to shatter.

"It's everything else that I regret," he admitted. "I was too rough with you. I fucking- I fucking came in you without- without protection, without fucking asking for permission-" He pulled his hand away and pressed the heel of his palm again one of his eyes like he was trying to physically repress the tears that were bubbling up.

"We were supposed to be watching Rocky," he croaked. "I promised him that'd we'd watch him, but instead we-" He brought his knees up to his chest. He just wanted to hide.

He shakes his head a bit before continuing, his blush deepening. “And I don’t mind that you came in me. If I’m still being honest, I liked that too.”

“And Rocky’s okay, trust me. He sleeps for a very long time, so when I watch him I’ll sometimes go into the lab to do work. I’ll just check in on him periodically, and when I figure he’s going to wake soon then I stay and watch more attentively.”

"I used to be a bad person," he said bluntly. "Like, a really bad person. I hurt people. And I really like to think that I've changed but what happened last night... I don't know. I felt like I lost control and became that thing again. I'm worried I haven't changed as much as I thought I had,"

The comment about Rocky made him huff in frustration. "I know, I know, but this is different! He almost killed himself to save both our lives and he doesn't even like me! Hell he could be dead right now and neither of us would know and the only thing he asked of us was to watch over him. He saved my fucking life and I couldn't even do that for him," he growled, pushing himself away from Grace.

He blew out a sharp breath. It wasn't Grace he was mad at, it was himself. It wasn't fair to take it out on him.

He stands up, wrapping his blanket around his waist. When Simon mentions Rocky the tears start coming even faster, his eyes flicking over to the Eridian in his enclosure, still asleep. “He always looks like he’s dead when he sleeps,” Grace murmurs, even though he knows that’s a lie. Rocky sleeps in very specific positions, and doesn’t move from them when he sleeps. Right now he… he can’t tell. He’s just hoping that Rocky’s not dead.

“Don’t.. don’t blame yourself for that. That was my fault. I..,” he trails off, running his free hand through his hair as he barks out a humorless laugh. “I was stupid and horny and I distracted you. So that’s on me.”

He wanted-

Comfort.

He was reaching out to Grace for comfort. When was the last time he'd ever trusted anybody enough to ask for something like that? Grace had always said, over and over and over, "Just talk to me!" "If you're ever upset, just tell me!" "Use your words, Simon, I can't read your mind,"

So why was Grace pulling away? Why was he crying? WS he upset? Hurt? What had Simon done wrong? What was he missing?

"No, I liked it," Simon said weakly, feeling his own eyes well up with tears because he understand what was happening and he felt so helpless. "I just feel overwhelmed..." His voice had gotten smaller and smaller, and his arm dropped uselessly at his side.

He wanted to drop to his knees to beg Grace to come back, to look at him, to hold his face again. 'Help me! Comfort me! Tell me it's okay! Tell me I'm not a bad person! Tell me Rocky will be okay! Tell me I'm not a monster for breaking my promise to him because I was horny and desperate and you're the only thing Ive wanted for as long as I can remember!'

'Im scared Grace,' he wanted to say. 'I'm scared and I don't know what to do. I'm scared of myself, I'm scared of my feelings, I'm scared of caring, I'm scared of losing you and Rocky, please don't go away.'

He kept his eyes fixed on the ground. He could do better. He could be better. If Grace wanted him to be rough and mean, he could do that. If Grace wanted him to leave him alone because he'd said all the wrong things, he could do that too.

He grabs Simon's hand with both of his and brings it up to his chest, simply wanting to hold some part of him close. "I know, I know this is all overwhelming." He sighs, looking away from Simon.

"I'm sorry, I got a little defensive there. It's.. it's been a while since I've been with anyone like this. I have to get used to it again," he says softly as he returns his gaze to Simon. "You should sleep. I can watch Rocky for now while you rest. We can stay here if you want, I can lay with you."

"I don't regret what we did, not at all! And I want to do it again. Maybe that's what scares me so much: I want you so badly, and I haven't let myself want anything for a long, long time,"

He put his own clothes back on and clambered back onto the mattress. He opened up the blanket to let Grace curl up beside him and wrapped his arm around him. He rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

He gently strokes the back of Simon’s hand as he blushes. “I-I’m glad you don’t regret it, and I… I-I want to do it again too,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. He places one of his hands on Simon’s cheek, looking lovingly into his eyes. “I want you too, Simon. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Everything will be okay.”

He lays with Simon, wrapping his arms around the man as he lays his head back on a pillow. He bites his lip to keep it from quivering as he looks at Simon. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Simon..”

Grace presses a gentle kiss to Simon’s cheek, stroking the man’s hair as he drifts off to sleep. Once Simon is fully asleep Grace angles his head so he can watch Rocky, sighing softly.

"Hey," he said softly, stretching up so he could kiss Grace properly. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "Your back okay?"

“I’m uh, doing alright. My back’s okay. How’s yours?” He asks as he gently strokes Simon’s hair.

"We should check the predator collector, huh? And if you want, we can work out a sleep schedule, so we can take turns watching him," he was trying very hard to be supportive. Falling apart was embarrassing. He was tougher than that and Grace needed him, right? He and Rocky were really close.

He nods as he gently squeezes Simon’s hand. “Yeah, I need to start my work on the predator. And a sleep schedule would be helpful. I’ll be honest however, I doubt I’m going to sleep much once I start working. I just… I need to get this done. The sooner the better.”

He blushes as he looks at Simon, his lips twitching up into a soft smile. “I don’t regret what we did either, Simon. It, um, i-it doesn’t sound fucked uh.. I-I definitely will want to do that again,” he says with a nervous chuckle.

Just call me Six. Only my brothers and my higher ups know my real name.

Found this website while trying to dig up some files, and my brothers talked me into making a blog. Figured I would to make them happy.

So yeah. Reach out to me, talk. Or don't. Up to you.

(ooc below the cut)

Simon was happy. Comfortable even. In fact, this was the most comfortable and relaxed he'd been... maybe ever. Which is why he was so irritated when he suddenly found himself craving physical touch like a drug. They'd established a routine and found a good equilibrium! Why did this have to happen now?

Okay, okay, okay. Simon could make this work. Obviously straight up asking for what he wanted was out of the question, but perhaps he could be subtle about it?

Grace was sitting on the floor working on something with Rocky and Simon plopped right down next to him, so close their thighs were touching. He was practically sitting in his lap.

Subtle indeed.

@simon-butcher-convict

Grace and Rocky have kept a close eye on Simon since the man arrived at their doorstep — or rather, at their airlock. Grace because he’s worried about Simon and wants to make sure the man is okay, and Rocky because he wants to make sure Simon doesn’t hurt Grace.

They’ve thankfully established a good routine, and with Simon’s help the plants aboard the ship have been doing better than ever! Grace was never very good with plants…

Recently he’s noticed Simon has become rather.. touchy. Which Grace actually loves, because he’s been rather touch starved himself. But geez, he can’t help but get flustered every single time! It’s just cause Simon is so darn handsome!

So when Simon sits down next to him, their thighs pressed together, his face instantly heats up and his heart starts racing. He glances over at Simon and smiles softly.

“Why Grace heart rate increase, question?” Rocky asks from within his ball.

His mouth found Grace's again, desperately chasing his pleasure with his tongue. He palmed at Grace's erection with his bandaged hand, gently stroking the shaft up and down. His thumb swirled over the head and, when Grace ground down into him again, rubbing against his cock, Simon nearly stopped breathing. He looked utterly starstruck. He wanted... He wanted...

He wanted another fucking arm so he could prod at the entrance of Grace's hole without letting go of his dick. But, alas, one arm, one thing at a time. He tugged Grace closer and kneaded the meat of his ass, his index finger circling around the tight ring of muscles like a shark.

His eyes grow wide when Simon removes his clothes. Great heavens, Simon is officially the hottest man he’s ever seen! So well endowed too..

Okay. That was weird to think. Maybe.

His face is thoroughly flushed when Simon manages to tear his clothes off of him, but now that they’re both naked all he wants to feel is Simon pressed against him. He moans into Simon’s mouth, tugging on the man’s hair when he begins stroking his cock. God, they haven’t even started and everything already feels so good.. he really hopes he can last a while.

As soon as Simon asks his question Grace nods his head vigorously. “Yes, god yes please,” he begs as he looks into Simon’s eyes. He needs the man in him so bad — but they also need lube.

He looks down at the floor and spots a tube of medical lube by his foot. Seems like when the ship was spinning out of control all sorts of supplies got scattered around. He grabs it and hands it to Simon.

"Grace- Ryland... My fingers, theyre- can you open yourself up for me?"

He licked his lips and batted his eyes. "Please? For me?"

He flushes crimson, unable to hold back the whine that escapes his throat as Simon palms at his cock and tells him to be a ‘good boy’. Christ, he enjoyed that way more than he thought he would.

“Y-yes, Simon, yes,” he stutters out, nodding eagerly. He’s thankfully too turned on to be embarrassed as he coats his fingers in lube, slowly inserting one into himself. He gasps, biting his lip as he pushes it into himself. After a few moments of thrusting he slowly inserts another finger, stretching himself out.

"Good boy," he murmured, gently stroking his cock to encourage him to continue. Simon's own aching dick pressed greedily against Grace's ass.

"You look so filthy," he said. "I can't believe how desperate you are,"

He kissed him again, tightening his hold on his cock. "Don't be so impatient, Ryland," he scolded, his breath got against Grace's lips. "I think you should do another finger, just to be safe,"

He whines against Simon’s lips, nodding. He moans even louder when the man starts being rougher on his cock, the feeling almost making him forget what he was just asked to do. But still he obeys, slowly inserting a third finger into himself to stretch his hole even further.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of himself, whining and trembling. His body suddenly jolts as he cries out — he hit his prostate.

‘That’s enough’ he thinks to himself. But he doesn’t remove his fingers. He won’t until Simon tells him to.

He lined his cock up with Grace's messy hole and let him sink down onto it at whatever pace was more comfortable for him. The feeling was electric, and it was all Simon could do to keep himself from bucking up into Grace's wet heat. He rolled his head back, groaning and panting, as he fought to control himself. He felt like a fucking animal: he wanted to pin Grave down and use him until they were both spent.

He held Grace close, chest to chest, until he'd taken him all the way up to the hilt. "Good, good, good, so fucking good for me," he growled.

Grace needed to stop begging and he needed to stop looking at him with those big, tear-filled eyes, or something in Simon was going to break. He waited until his partner was situation before he started to move—nice and slow.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Grace, you're so fucking tight," he growled, laying them both back so Simon was resting on the floor and Grace was laying on top of him. The position made it easier to both hold onto him (Grace's poor cock was trapped between their bodies) and to fuck his cock up into him.

The way Simon is looking at him, eyes full of hunger and lust, has Grace trembling on the man’s cock. He hopes he gets to see that look over and over for the rest of his life.

“Oh Simon,” Grace moans when Simon growls, placing his hands on Simon’s chest when the man lays them both down. “Please, p-please call me Ryland,” he gasps out, having loved when the man called him by his first name earlier.

His nails begin digging into Simon’s flesh as the man starts thrusting harder and faster, tears beginning to spill down Grace’s cheeks. He cries out, his body jolting when Simon’s cock hits his prostate.

Then he picks up the pace again, his face screwed up in pleasure and concentration. It wasn't at all gentle (he'd feel guilty about that later) but he couldn't help it: he couldn't remember the last time he felt like this about anybody ever.

"Fuck, Ryland, fuck," he growled, chasing his pleasure like a wolf after a rabbit.

He loved the way his name sounded on Grace's tongue but it was the cursing that nearly made him climax right there on the spot. He was getting dangerously close, and he could tell Grace was to.

He doesn’t have long to dwell on that however before Simon resumes pounding him into oblivion. Fucking hell, he really needed this, needed to just get fucked into next week by the sexiest man alive.

Grace’s head falls forward against Simon’s shoulder as he moans, shuddering at the man’s low, growling voice. “Fuuuck, Simon,” he whines, long and drawn out.

His body reacts almost immediately to Simon’s demand. He gasps, his back arching as his orgasm tears through him like an earthquake. He cries out Simon’s name as his cum paints both his and Simon’s bellies.

“Simon, please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Grace begs before tangling his fingers in Simon’s hair and smashing their lips together in a desperate kiss. Even though he just came he’s still hard — guess being practically celibate for so many years lead to him having the libido of a teenager.

The second Grace started to relax, Simon pulled out immediately, gasping for air like a fish on land. He had to let go of Grace to wrap his hand around the base of his cock to keep from coming while they kissed. He looked completely baffled when Grace begged him for more.

Ryland Grace was going to be the death of him.

Jesus Christ he looked like a wreck. He looked pathetic. Simon would do literally anything for him.

Without much warning, he flipped Grave over onto his stomach, his ass raised high in the air. He spanked him hard enough to turn his ass red. "And here I thought you were some goody-two-shoes prude. Who knew you were such a whore?"

He spanked him again and pushed inside of him hard. He used his hand to pin Grace into the floor and resumed his brutal, pistoning pace. At some point, he let go of him and reached instead for his tender, oversensitive cock.

He cries out, biting his lip when Simon spanks him — he really liked that. Seems like Grace is discovering a lot about himself today. He whines when Simon calls him a whore. “Only for you Simon, only for you.”

He cries out Simon’s name when the man spanks him and thrusts his cock back into him. He pushes his ass back against him, wanting to force Simon’s dick as deep inside of himself as possible.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Grace moans and whines, his head dropping onto the floor when Simon wraps his bandaged hand around his oversensitive cock.

"Fuck," he mumbled, the sight of Grace beneath him was making his head feel funny.

He let go of Grace's cock and grabbed his leg instead, lifting it up to get better access to his hole, trying to thrust himself deeper. He continued to pound Grace into the ground and this time, when he came again, he didn't slow his pace for a second.

He stopped just long enough to flip him over onto his back, climb on top of him, and he resumed the same brutal pace from before.

He was started to get tired, he didn't have much left in him. His legs were hurting and the pain medication was starting to wear off, but he wanted Grace to feel good.

He’s panting and whining when Simon flips him over onto his back. He’s a right fucking mess — hair mussed, cheeks tear-stained and red, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, his belly painted with his own semen.

He grips onto the mattress pad beneath him, his nails leaving indents in the material. As Grace’s third orgasm approaches he begins writhing underneath Simon, tears streaming down his cheeks. All that’s coming out of his mouth now are a stream of curses intermingled with Simon’s name.

"Ryland, my Ryland," he cooed. "So perfect, so good for me. You did so good,"

He was gentle as he cleaned Grace up, and pulled the blanket up over him when he was finished.

He nuzzles his head up under Simon’s chin when the man pulls a blanket up over him. “Thank you, Simon.. I— I’m, I’m really glad you’re here..,” he murmurs, his blush deepening. He almost said something else entirely..

He almost told Simon he loves him. Does he?

Grace lifts his head up a bit so he can look at Simon, and it doesn’t take long for him to come up with his answer. Yes. Yes, he loves Simon. So much.. but he doesn’t know if he has the courage to say it aloud.

And maybe he just didn't like feeling out of control like that. Maybe he just didn't like feeling like the Butcher.

But Grace seemed really, really happy, and that was the only thing he really wanted: for Grace to be happy. He wasn't sure if aan like him was capable of love, probably not, but he sure felt strongly about Grace. He cared about him more than he'd ever cared about anyone, except for his mom. Maybe that's what love was?

“Yeah, I’ll rest soon. Just… you look upset.” He bites his lip, glancing away from Simon. He can’t look at him as he asks this question. “Do you.. do you regret what we just did?”

He’s really, really hoping that’s not the case.

His mind is spiraling now — is this just a fling to Simon? Does he not have any feelings for him at all, and was they did was just a way for him to blow off some steam?

It was only after Grace dropped off to sleep that the panic returned, hitting Simon square in the chest. He felt like such a piece of shit. Rocky needed them to watch him, he promised him they'd watch him and instead they-

Jesus fucking Christ.

There was also the aggression, the losing control—what did that mean for Simon? The Butcher was meant to be dead and buried, a secret he would never, ever let Grace or Rocky ever discover. Was it still a part of him?

And perhaps the first part: now his feelings for Grace were completely undeniable. He could just push them away and pretend like they didn't exist. He cared. And that was terrifying.

So terrifying that, as Grace slept soundly in his lap, panic tore through him with the force of a hurricane. He couldn't breathe, his mind was feeling, the walls felt like they were closing in. What if Grace changed his mind about him when he woke up? What if he somehow figured out who he really was and didn't want anything to do with him? Before all this, Simon could've survived that a rejection like that. But now that he was no longer in denial? No way in hell.

So Simon did what any reasonable adult would do: he had a full blown panic attack. He sat on the floor,naked as the day he was born, clutching Grace like a lifeline, and spent maybe 30 minutes hyperventilating and gasping for air. Then the numbness or the dissociation kicked in and he was good to go.

He let Grace sleep for as long as he needed to. By the time he finally woke, the Mary had switch back to day mode, the painkillers had long since worn off, and Simon looked like absolute shit. Still, he smiled when he met Grace's eyes and said,

His smile fades however when he sees how worn out Simon looks. He places a gentle hand on the man’s cheek. “Are you okay Simon? You look unwell.”

His mind starts to wander, thinking of various reasons that could be the case. Maybe he’s just tired, but he’s afraid it could be something else. Is Simon regretting what they did last night? Is he disappointed in how Grace was? Does he… does he want nothing to do with Grace now?

" 'm okay. Just spent all that time worrying about nonsense," It really wasn't nonsense. The guilt about Rocky, his fears About losing control and being too rough—he needed to talk about them.

Unfortunately, he was deeply stubborn man who now had something to lose. He didn't want to say anything that would jeopardize that.

Hang on, what was happening? Grace's eyes flickered away. He disappeared for a moment, lost in his own he. When his eyes flicked back up, it looked like he was fighting back tears: his eyes were unusually damn and he looked like he was trying very hard not to blink. Simon couldn't explain why, but his heart simply melted (uh oh, this attachment was getting dangerous.) It was like Grace believed that it didnt count as crying unless tears fell, it was very endearing.

(Shit. Shit. Fuck! Was he really that smitten?)

He out his hand over Grace's and asked, in the softest, tenderest voice: "Ryland, what's wrong?"

He looks away from Simon again — he can’t bear to look at the man when he asks this question, fearing what he might see in his eyes. “Do you… do you regret what we did? Do you not..,” he trails off, even more afraid to ask this. Because it’s basically an admittance of how he feels about Simon. And the thought of Simon rejecting him makes his heart want to shatter.

"It's everything else that I regret," he admitted. "I was too rough with you. I fucking- I fucking came in you without- without protection, without fucking asking for permission-" He pulled his hand away and pressed the heel of his palm again one of his eyes like he was trying to physically repress the tears that were bubbling up.

"We were supposed to be watching Rocky," he croaked. "I promised him that'd we'd watch him, but instead we-" He brought his knees up to his chest. He just wanted to hide.

He shakes his head a bit before continuing, his blush deepening. “And I don’t mind that you came in me. If I’m still being honest, I liked that too.”

“And Rocky’s okay, trust me. He sleeps for a very long time, so when I watch him I’ll sometimes go into the lab to do work. I’ll just check in on him periodically, and when I figure he’s going to wake soon then I stay and watch more attentively.”

"I used to be a bad person," he said bluntly. "Like, a really bad person. I hurt people. And I really like to think that I've changed but what happened last night... I don't know. I felt like I lost control and became that thing again. I'm worried I haven't changed as much as I thought I had,"

The comment about Rocky made him huff in frustration. "I know, I know, but this is different! He almost killed himself to save both our lives and he doesn't even like me! Hell he could be dead right now and neither of us would know and the only thing he asked of us was to watch over him. He saved my fucking life and I couldn't even do that for him," he growled, pushing himself away from Grace.

He blew out a sharp breath. It wasn't Grace he was mad at, it was himself. It wasn't fair to take it out on him.

He stands up, wrapping his blanket around his waist. When Simon mentions Rocky the tears start coming even faster, his eyes flicking over to the Eridian in his enclosure, still asleep. “He always looks like he’s dead when he sleeps,” Grace murmurs, even though he knows that’s a lie. Rocky sleeps in very specific positions, and doesn’t move from them when he sleeps. Right now he… he can’t tell. He’s just hoping that Rocky’s not dead.

“Don’t.. don’t blame yourself for that. That was my fault. I..,” he trails off, running his free hand through his hair as he barks out a humorless laugh. “I was stupid and horny and I distracted you. So that’s on me.”

He wanted-

Comfort.

He was reaching out to Grace for comfort. When was the last time he'd ever trusted anybody enough to ask for something like that? Grace had always said, over and over and over, "Just talk to me!" "If you're ever upset, just tell me!" "Use your words, Simon, I can't read your mind,"

So why was Grace pulling away? Why was he crying? WS he upset? Hurt? What had Simon done wrong? What was he missing?

"No, I liked it," Simon said weakly, feeling his own eyes well up with tears because he understand what was happening and he felt so helpless. "I just feel overwhelmed..." His voice had gotten smaller and smaller, and his arm dropped uselessly at his side.

He wanted to drop to his knees to beg Grace to come back, to look at him, to hold his face again. 'Help me! Comfort me! Tell me it's okay! Tell me I'm not a bad person! Tell me Rocky will be okay! Tell me I'm not a monster for breaking my promise to him because I was horny and desperate and you're the only thing Ive wanted for as long as I can remember!'

'Im scared Grace,' he wanted to say. 'I'm scared and I don't know what to do. I'm scared of myself, I'm scared of my feelings, I'm scared of caring, I'm scared of losing you and Rocky, please don't go away.'

He kept his eyes fixed on the ground. He could do better. He could be better. If Grace wanted him to be rough and mean, he could do that. If Grace wanted him to leave him alone because he'd said all the wrong things, he could do that too.

He grabs Simon's hand with both of his and brings it up to his chest, simply wanting to hold some part of him close. "I know, I know this is all overwhelming." He sighs, looking away from Simon.

"I'm sorry, I got a little defensive there. It's.. it's been a while since I've been with anyone like this. I have to get used to it again," he says softly as he returns his gaze to Simon. "You should sleep. I can watch Rocky for now while you rest. We can stay here if you want, I can lay with you."

"I don't regret what we did, not at all! And I want to do it again. Maybe that's what scares me so much: I want you so badly, and I haven't let myself want anything for a long, long time,"

He put his own clothes back on and clambered back onto the mattress. He opened up the blanket to let Grace curl up beside him and wrapped his arm around him. He rested his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

He gently strokes the back of Simon’s hand as he blushes. “I-I’m glad you don’t regret it, and I… I-I want to do it again too,” he admits with a nervous chuckle. He places one of his hands on Simon’s cheek, looking lovingly into his eyes. “I want you too, Simon. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Everything will be okay.”

He lays with Simon, wrapping his arms around the man as he lays his head back on a pillow. He bites his lip to keep it from quivering as he looks at Simon. “And you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Simon..”

Grace presses a gentle kiss to Simon’s cheek, stroking the man’s hair as he drifts off to sleep. Once Simon is fully asleep Grace angles his head so he can watch Rocky, sighing softly.

"Hey," he said softly, stretching up so he could kiss Grace properly. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "Your back okay?"

“I’m uh, doing alright. My back’s okay. How’s yours?” He asks as he gently strokes Simon’s hair.

"Our little star saving trio." She huffs a laugh as she leads the mattress out into the tunnel.

Her eyes soften at the vision of Ryland laid in the bed waiting for her. She climbs into his arms and snuggles against his chest, tucking her head under his chin.

"Goodnight Ryland. Goodnight Rocky." Her eyes droop as he kisses her head. She sleepily winds her fingers with his before bringing his hand up to her lips to place a gentle kiss there.

It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep, apparently being in a coma was rather tiring. As sleep overtakes her her body relaxes into his.

“Goodnight Adalynn,” Rocky says with a few clicks of his claws.

Grace’s lips twitch up into a small smile as Adalynn places a kiss on his hand, and he soon follows her into the realm of sleep.

~~~~

Hours go by and Grace is stirring in his sleep, groaning. He’s sweating, his shirt plastered to his skin.

His eyes suddenly fly open as he gasps, taking in his surroundings. His face flushes red when he sees that he’s holding Adalynn in his arms — but thankfully for him she’s still asleep.

“Grace okay, question?” Rocky asks as he tilts his carapace slightly.

Grace nods, holding a hand out to Rocky and motioning for him to be quiet as he slowly and carefully gets up off the mattress. “Yes, I’m okay Rocky,” he whispers. “I just.. need to take care of something in the ship. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay Grace,” Rocky replies, thankfully having whispered this time.

When Grace makes it into the ship he heads for the bathroom, which unfortunately doesn’t have a door. Guess when you send up four people into space to save the world in a small metal container privacy is considered a luxury instead of a necessity.

He peels his shirt off and tosses it aside before pulling his pants and boxers down, his half-hard cock springing free. He sighs — he can’t believe he had a wet dream about Adalynn while sleeping right next to her..

He nearly jumps out of his skin, his eyes flying open when he hears Adalynn ask if he’s okay. He turns so his bare back is facing her, though she can still see a bit of his face via the mirror in front of him.

“Yeah, you.. you can help me,” he breathes out, his voice lower, more steady. He shuts his eyes and takes in a deep, steadying breath before he turns around and leans back against the sink, his body now on full display for Adalynn.

He groans against her lips, panting as she pulls away and tugs his shirt off over his head.

“Oh fuck,” Grace growls when Adalynn speaks, biting his lip when she squeezes his thighs. He nods as he runs his hands up and down Adalynn’s sides. “Go ahead..”

"Our little star saving trio." She huffs a laugh as she leads the mattress out into the tunnel.

Her eyes soften at the vision of Ryland laid in the bed waiting for her. She climbs into his arms and snuggles against his chest, tucking her head under his chin.

"Goodnight Ryland. Goodnight Rocky." Her eyes droop as he kisses her head. She sleepily winds her fingers with his before bringing his hand up to her lips to place a gentle kiss there.

It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep, apparently being in a coma was rather tiring. As sleep overtakes her her body relaxes into his.

“Goodnight Adalynn,” Rocky says with a few clicks of his claws.

Grace’s lips twitch up into a small smile as Adalynn places a kiss on his hand, and he soon follows her into the realm of sleep.

~~~~

Hours go by and Grace is stirring in his sleep, groaning. He’s sweating, his shirt plastered to his skin.

His eyes suddenly fly open as he gasps, taking in his surroundings. His face flushes red when he sees that he’s holding Adalynn in his arms — but thankfully for him she’s still asleep.

“Grace okay, question?” Rocky asks as he tilts his carapace slightly.

Grace nods, holding a hand out to Rocky and motioning for him to be quiet as he slowly and carefully gets up off the mattress. “Yes, I’m okay Rocky,” he whispers. “I just.. need to take care of something in the ship. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay Grace,” Rocky replies, thankfully having whispered this time.

When Grace makes it into the ship he heads for the bathroom, which unfortunately doesn’t have a door. Guess when you send up four people into space to save the world in a small metal container privacy is considered a luxury instead of a necessity.

He peels his shirt off and tosses it aside before pulling his pants and boxers down, his half-hard cock springing free. He sighs — he can’t believe he had a wet dream about Adalynn while sleeping right next to her..

He nearly jumps out of his skin, his eyes flying open when he hears Adalynn ask if he’s okay. He turns so his bare back is facing her, though she can still see a bit of his face via the mirror in front of him.

“Yeah, you.. you can help me,” he breathes out, his voice lower, more steady. He shuts his eyes and takes in a deep, steadying breath before he turns around and leans back against the sink, his body now on full display for Adalynn.

He groans against her lips, panting as she pulls away and tugs his shirt off over his head.

“Oh fuck,” Grace growls when Adalynn speaks, biting his lip when she squeezes his thighs. He nods as he runs his hands up and down Adalynn’s sides. “Go ahead..”

He nods, jumping slightly when the device turns on. Though he was warned about it it still startled him — he’s pretty jumpy right now. He grows more despondent the longer he goes without catching the frequency.

"That's fine with me. In fact, if you need a radio that can perhaps reach further I can always build one up on the upper level? It's uh, in my room but without going to the island it's the highest point you'll reach here."

Simon showed Grace the scanner gun and said, "I would like to scan you with this, if you'll allow me. It scans pretty much everything but it will also tell me if you need further medical treatment including dehydration, food intake, other wounds that I can't see, even fatigue."

To demonstrate, Simon held out his arm and scanned it with the gun. After a moment it said, "Seek caloric intake. Level at 50%. Seek rest. Levels at 40%."

He listens as the scanner reads out information on Simon and the dragon plush, which he had set down on the desk. He bites his lip and nods, holding his arms open at his sides. “Alright, go ahead.”

"Our little star saving trio." She huffs a laugh as she leads the mattress out into the tunnel.

Her eyes soften at the vision of Ryland laid in the bed waiting for her. She climbs into his arms and snuggles against his chest, tucking her head under his chin.

"Goodnight Ryland. Goodnight Rocky." Her eyes droop as he kisses her head. She sleepily winds her fingers with his before bringing his hand up to her lips to place a gentle kiss there.

It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep, apparently being in a coma was rather tiring. As sleep overtakes her her body relaxes into his.

“Goodnight Adalynn,” Rocky says with a few clicks of his claws.

Grace’s lips twitch up into a small smile as Adalynn places a kiss on his hand, and he soon follows her into the realm of sleep.

~~~~

Hours go by and Grace is stirring in his sleep, groaning. He’s sweating, his shirt plastered to his skin.

His eyes suddenly fly open as he gasps, taking in his surroundings. His face flushes red when he sees that he’s holding Adalynn in his arms — but thankfully for him she’s still asleep.

“Grace okay, question?” Rocky asks as he tilts his carapace slightly.

Grace nods, holding a hand out to Rocky and motioning for him to be quiet as he slowly and carefully gets up off the mattress. “Yes, I’m okay Rocky,” he whispers. “I just.. need to take care of something in the ship. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay Grace,” Rocky replies, thankfully having whispered this time.

When Grace makes it into the ship he heads for the bathroom, which unfortunately doesn’t have a door. Guess when you send up four people into space to save the world in a small metal container privacy is considered a luxury instead of a necessity.

He peels his shirt off and tosses it aside before pulling his pants and boxers down, his half-hard cock springing free. He sighs — he can’t believe he had a wet dream about Adalynn while sleeping right next to her..

He nearly jumps out of his skin, his eyes flying open when he hears Adalynn ask if he’s okay. He turns so his bare back is facing her, though she can still see a bit of his face via the mirror in front of him.

“Yeah, you.. you can help me,” he breathes out, his voice lower, more steady. He shuts his eyes and takes in a deep, steadying breath before he turns around and leans back against the sink, his body now on full display for Adalynn.

He groans against her lips, panting as she pulls away and tugs his shirt off over his head.

“Oh fuck,” Grace growls when Adalynn speaks, biting his lip when she squeezes his thighs. He nods as he runs his hands up and down Adalynn’s sides. “Go ahead..”

"Our little star saving trio." She huffs a laugh as she leads the mattress out into the tunnel.

Her eyes soften at the vision of Ryland laid in the bed waiting for her. She climbs into his arms and snuggles against his chest, tucking her head under his chin.

"Goodnight Ryland. Goodnight Rocky." Her eyes droop as he kisses her head. She sleepily winds her fingers with his before bringing his hand up to her lips to place a gentle kiss there.

It doesn't take long for her to fall asleep, apparently being in a coma was rather tiring. As sleep overtakes her her body relaxes into his.

“Goodnight Adalynn,” Rocky says with a few clicks of his claws.

Grace’s lips twitch up into a small smile as Adalynn places a kiss on his hand, and he soon follows her into the realm of sleep.

~~~~

Hours go by and Grace is stirring in his sleep, groaning. He’s sweating, his shirt plastered to his skin.

His eyes suddenly fly open as he gasps, taking in his surroundings. His face flushes red when he sees that he’s holding Adalynn in his arms — but thankfully for him she’s still asleep.

“Grace okay, question?” Rocky asks as he tilts his carapace slightly.

Grace nods, holding a hand out to Rocky and motioning for him to be quiet as he slowly and carefully gets up off the mattress. “Yes, I’m okay Rocky,” he whispers. “I just.. need to take care of something in the ship. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay Grace,” Rocky replies, thankfully having whispered this time.

When Grace makes it into the ship he heads for the bathroom, which unfortunately doesn’t have a door. Guess when you send up four people into space to save the world in a small metal container privacy is considered a luxury instead of a necessity.

He peels his shirt off and tosses it aside before pulling his pants and boxers down, his half-hard cock springing free. He sighs — he can’t believe he had a wet dream about Adalynn while sleeping right next to her..

He nearly jumps out of his skin, his eyes flying open when he hears Adalynn ask if he’s okay. He turns so his bare back is facing her, though she can still see a bit of his face via the mirror in front of him.

“Yeah, you.. you can help me,” he breathes out, his voice lower, more steady. He shuts his eyes and takes in a deep, steadying breath before he turns around and leans back against the sink, his body now on full display for Adalynn.

He groans against her lips, panting as she pulls away and tugs his shirt off over his head.

“Oh fuck,” Grace growls when Adalynn speaks, biting his lip when she squeezes his thighs. He nods as he runs his hands up and down Adalynn’s sides. “Go ahead..”