show me the stars

My legs are jelly and I am so full. I'm so happy, Ry. I love you so much. I'm so happy to be here with you.

Can we take one of these models back to the ship?

We can take anything you want.

Luca whimpered in his arms. His slim hips flexed, thrusting helplessly into Ryan's slick fist as the pilot stroked his dick like it was his own. "Fuck! It's too much." Luca sobbed, but his body kept moving of its own accord, seeking out greater stimulation.

“Ah-ah.” Ryan pulled at Luca just as he tried to take his usual spot at the pilot’s feet on the cockpit floor. “Can’t fly down there.”

“Can’t suck your glorious cock up there,” Luca teased, nearly making his boyfriend reconsider.

Ryan huffed a breathless chuckle, amazed at the way Luca made his blood surge. He patted one thick thigh with a raised eyebrow. “I dun wannae ask again.”

“Bossy today, huh.” Luca half-giggled, bounding to his feet and settling naturally in the pilot’s lap with a delightful little wiggle that made Ryan grip his hips to force him still. Lest Ry bend him over before they even got anywhere.

“Fucking needy,” Ryan answered. Grinding up into Luca’s clothed ass from the pilot’s chair. “Let’s get to the farm so that I can get inside you, aye?”

-

“Gods, you’re incredible.” Ry gestured, smiling as Luca followed his movements to shut down the Berlin’s complicated systems. “You sing, you dance, you invent, manufacture, program, and fly.” He kissed the engineer’s clothed shoulder, no small amount of softness in his accented voice. “Is there anything ye can’t do, darlin?”

“Well.” Luca bit his full bottom lip, twisting in Ryan’s lap to lace his arms around the pilot’s neck. Ryan’s hands came up to hold him closer. “I’m not very good at missing you.”

Luca smiled against Ryan’s chuckle, eventually swallowing the end of it in a heated kiss. “Let’s not do that again then,” Ryan whispered, pecking light kisses across the boy’s blushing cheekbones. “My bonnie boy.”

-

“Blake Ryan. Dónde demonios has estado? (Where the hell have you been?) Mara’s hands went straight to her hips and Ryan waved above his head with a sheepish grin as he gripped Luca’s hand, pulling him through the now crowded farmhouse, beelining for the small spare room he’d claimed so many years ago.

He had never been so grateful to be sharing a space with so many people. With this many new faces it would be after dinner before Mara made her way around to chastise his improper reintroduction. But he had places he had to be.

Luca’s eyes softened as he stepped into the room. The dust stirred up by Ryan’s childlike flop onto the bed, sparkled in the sunbeams coming from a window and casting long shadows across the old hardwood floors. “How many of these do you have?” His elegant fingers traced the wings of a miniature figure of an old earth bomber sitting next to a vintage fighter jet model on a shelf.

“Lots.” The pilot smiled at the plastic, glow in the dark stars on the bedroom’s ceiling. “Isaac got wasted and decided he was too old for them when we were in our 20s. I made him bet that if he didn’t vomit after one more shotgun then I’d be the one to peel all the tiny stars off his ceiling and move them to the spare.” He snorted, resting his arms behind his back as Luca abandoned his curiosity in search of skin. He settled easily over the pilot’s hips and listened intently to his story with wandering hands. “Suffice it to say, I didn’t have to do it.”

“Is that why cap doesn’t drink anymore?” Luca asked thoughtfully, slim fingers already working the buttons of his boyfriend’s trousers.

follows x

“Move.”

Maddox couldn’t help the delighted little chuckle that bubbled in the face of the pilot’s brash huff. He pushed past the adept and the commander to be the first one off the ship.

The wide, exterior bay doors were only ever used planetside and only ever to load cargo, mostly. But refugees were cargo enough and the Cerrillo farm was still several klicks out. The Terra Nova sunshine, even through the dusted rubble, was blindingly bright but the smile of the curly-haired boy waiting for him eclipsed even that.

He wasn’t sure if he had scooped up Luca or if Luca had jumped into his arms but all at once he felt the surge of triumph and relief akin to the feeling one gets when the last piece of a difficult puzzle finally fits into place. It took him a solid minute to speak without sobbing. He settled for pressing chaste kisses all over Luca’s face and the top of his head as the engineer clung to him, both men soaking in the moment.

If there was a world outside of Luca’s soft eyes, Ryan didn’t care to know it. He held Luca’s face in his hands and Luca’s fingertips grazed the pilot’s soft auburn beard. They pressed their foreheads together, sharing a breath, half making sure the other was actually real this time.