#gemtango

Tango feels wildly uncomfortable, in his fancy suit that he doesn't really get out of the closet that often. The last time was probably when he and Skizz went to that one really fancy casino two years ago?

It doesn't help that he feels absolutely lost at a function like this but of course he wanted to come. After all, Gem placed second in the regional competition and got invited to this quasi-gala to celebrate all the competitors and her placement.

Taking a few days off work wasn't an issue, and the hotel they're staying at, where the function is hosted, is nice enough that they extended their stay into a long weekend getaway. After checking in yesterday, Tango took Gem out for dinner and they walked through town for a bit. It's their first actual vacation together, if it can be counted as that, Tango noticed on the way back.

The next morning is first lazily spent in bed, Gem flopping down on top of Tango, his hands firmly placed on her hips, rubbing soft circles over the tiniest bit of exposed skin on her waist, his mouth gently mapping her jaw and finding her lips again and again. He could hold her like this the whole weekend, order the overpriced room service and have his hands trail over every part of Gem's body.

But this isn't what they're here for, and as perfect of a plan as it sounds, their peace has to come to an end when Gem needs to start getting ready. Tango debates still staying wrapped up in the comfortable sheets, but seeing Gem smile at him while she leans against the doorframe of the bathroom, her sleep shirt, one of Tango's old, worn soft ones, and a pair of shorts that leaves her legs exposed is already enough to convince him to get up. Still, Gem asks, "care to join me?"

Tango would be a fool to say no, already half way there, taking the hand Gem is reaching out now, letting her pull him into the small room. Their clothes are discarded quickly, Tango's hands now finally getting their wish of feeling all of Gem, as they move towards the shower, letting it cover them in hot water and steam.

He pulls Gem's body against himself, the fit familiar against his own shape. Under the guise of washing her off, he brushes over her shoulder, her chest and arms before resting his hands on her hips again, kissing her.

Of course his own arousal stirs, it has since they woke up, not helped by Gem on top of him and even less so by feeling her naked body now. Tango sighs into the kiss, grinding his groin against her, letting the sensation wash over him.

His hands travel lower, now on her perfect ass, pulling her even closer against himself, getting a breathy little noise out of Gem. Unable to stop himself from smiling into the kiss he enjoys all the sensations, the way her curves fill his palms, the water streaming down onto them and down his back, and the way Gem is pressed against his chest, leaving no space between them.

A gentle nibble on her lip, "I want you." Actually there's nothing else he'd rather have right now.

Of course, Gem is smiling, while grinding her body against his, the friction making this experience all the more heavenly.

Her words though, are a harsh reminder of reality. "We don't have a lot of time," she contemplates. "When we get back? Wanna take my time."

Tango would never say no to her.

Despite that, neither stop the slow grinding, making out under the stream of water. His patience is fraying under every teasing touch of Gem's fingers on his body, along his sides of the inside of his arm.

When her arms wrap around his neck, Tango takes that as the go ahead to lift her up just enough, back against the glass wall of the shower. Despite the water he can feel how wet Gem is, his hips moving in short thrusts, just letting himself feel her without pushing in. That can wait until after the celebration, even if it kills him a little to not just angle himself differently and push in, just to feel her.

Restraining himself, instead just focusing on the easy glide, the warmth of her core and the way her lips part for him, letting his tongue explore, is more than he could ever ask for.

It's difficult eventually pulling back, but there is the slightest shiver to Gem. Looking at her, Tango realizes the hot water has been steadily hitting pretty much only his back, leaving Gem's body to cool off.

He mumbles a quick, "sorry" against her lips and lets her down, feet planted safely on the shower floor and immediately swapping places with her.

The rest of the shower Tango peppers kisses along her shoulder, letting Gem instruct him when to use which hair product, all while getting to feel her hands on himself. The occasional brush over his head, a squeeze of his hand.

Any shower with Gem takes about 4 times longer than it would alone but it is worth every second.

Being a gentleman, Tango gets out first, quickly drying himself off while Gem gets to enjoy the heat a bit more, then getting two towels ready for her - one for her hair and one for her body. He's learning, has been for the past few months.

After putting his glasses back on, he wraps her up, gives her a quick kiss on her hairline and slips out of the room, leaving her to get ready in peace.

Tango doesn't need too long to get ready, unpacking his shirt, pants, tie and jacket. After a moment of struggling with his tie it all sits just fine.

While Gem takes her sweet time getting ready in the bathroom, he scrolls through his phone, the tiny bit of social media he uses and the results of a hockey game he was mildly interested in.

Once Gem calls him over to hand her a small purple bag, and another time to bring her the dress she packed. Both times Tango's eyes drink in the sight of his girlfriend, just wrapped in one of those fuzzy hotel towels.

Eventually Gem emerges, Tango has lost track of how long he's been sitting in the chair, ready and waiting but he could never complain, not even jokingly, when he sees her like this. "Wow. You look... Beautiful" it feels like the understatement of the century but Tango has never been the best with words.

It's a black dress, hugging her figure perfectly, her cleavage exposed just enough to leave Tango wanting to peel it off her. But his eyes keep darting down to her leg, her left leg being nearly fully exposed, all the way to her upper thigh.

"Can we just stay in?" He asks, with a cheeky smile on his face when he hears Gem's laugh.

"You'll get to peel me out of this soon enough."

She steps closer, one hand coming up to straighten his tie, then further up to rest on his cheek in an affectionate gesture. Tango doesn't understand how he's gotten this lucky but he stopped questioning it for the most part at least a month ago.

His lips find hers briefly. "I'd hope so."

Reluctantly, Tango takes a step back, "Shall we get it over with then?" There's a hint of a chuckle in his voice. He's glad he can be here with Gem even if an evening like this might be really really low on his list of perfect ways to spend a night.

"Wait, I've got something for you before we go." Gem lets go of him entirely, cramming through her small suitcase for a few moments before presenting Tango with a small jewelry box that makes his heart stop.

As if to read his mind, Gem laughs. "I'm not proposing, don't worry. It's a gift."

She's still laughing while opening the cover to reveal a brooch in the shape of a deer.

Like her costume for this season on the ice.

There is something so sweet about this that makes Tango reach out and gently touch it.

"I love it. Thank you." His tone is as genuine as it can get while Gem moves to attach it to his jacket.

The idea that they're matching, that everyone in attendance will know he's there with Gem just because of this is getting an almost nervous laugh out of Tango.

Everyone there will have seen Gem skate and give it her very best, deer antlers on her head and now he's here with her. Matching.

Before he can get lost inside his own head, Gem takes his arm and pulls ever so gently, "You look very handsome.” A smile on her lips, a kiss to his scruffy cheek before she tugs on him again. “Come on, let's go."

There's a long table with drinks and a few quick but fancy looking snacks one one side and another one on the other side, reserved for eating once dinner arrives. A few people are seated already but most are in between, talking. Some are laughing, sharing stories, and congratulating each other.

Tango knows no one, not even having talked much to the people Gem is often with. Under any other circumstances Tango would avoid going here, unable to imagine a worse way to spend an expensive weekend away, except maybe meeting her parents for the first time. But this may be cutting it close.

Because now Tango is painfully aware of how this looks. Gem, beautiful and talented, silver medalist of the regional competition and her 14 years older boyfriend Tango.

He swallows hard and Gem gives his arm, still interlocked with hers, a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

The plan for the evening is immediately clear, Tango will stick by her side, make some polite conversation and then, as soon as they can, as soon as Gem gets her fill of celebrations, head back upstairs.

With a flute of champagne in hand, Gem introduces him to a few people, not even batting an eye when she mentions he's her boyfriend. Tango remains nice and polite, if a little tense but one or two of the people in attendance give him a certain look.

Either Gem doesn't notice, or more likely, doesn't care, and as the evening progresses and one glass turns into two, Tango eases up.

The conversation with one of the people he's seen at the rink and with Gem quite a few times, Cleo, he thinks, gets interrupted at the call for dinner. They find their seats and it's nice to have something to focus on.

But said focus quickly shifts away from the wine glass in his hand, and the delicious looking steak in front of him, to Gem's leg, firmly pressed against him below the table.

The gesture that might be intended as affectionate changes quickly into something else when Tango feels a soft touch on his knee. A moment later, Gem apparently equally as impatient as Tango himself, the hand slides up higher on his thigh.

The white table cloth covers the activity perfectly and Tango is hoping that his poker face holds up especially when he feels the faint touch of Gem's fingers on the inside of his thigh.

His leg that was bouncing on its own just a moment ago is now completely still, savoring every bit of contact, even if it feels like it burns him.

When Gem's hand travels just a bit too high up, he tenses up, voice just a bit higher in pitch with a muttered warning, "Gem."

The younger woman meanwhile, hand still dangerously close to his crotch, smiles all innocently, as if nothing was happening. "Hm, you alright, Tango? Or don't like the food?"

For a moment he just focuses on acting normal and not like a wreck at what might as well just be a banquet. But there is no escape, Gem having seemingly set her mind to driving him insane exactly now.

At least he isn't the only one affected apparently - Gem leans more against his side, close enough so he can smell her shampoo. The touch feels electric, her hands never leaving his legs even when she talks to the person beside her.

Tango can’t even focus on just listening to their conversation, much less contributing. The best he can do is actually eat his dinner while trying not to get lost in the feeling of Gem’s hand casually brushing over his crotch.

He flinches at the first initial touch there, then looks around in a brief moment of panic to check if anyone noticed, as if that makes it any less conspicuous.

Gem isn’t even looking over at him, still busy with her own plate and having polite conversation about a certain jump or something, Tango isn’t quite sure.

When the gentle touch of her fingertips turns into something more, applying more pressure, leaving Tango to bite his tongue to hold back the noise that threatens to escape him.

His hand catches Gem’s wrist, keeping her from making it worse but some backwards part of his brain also doesn’t remove it entirely.

This at least gets Gem to look at him but Tango doesn’t even know what to say because he doesn’t want her to stop. But between the slight discomfort of his clothes, the way his pants now sit a little too tight and the dozens of strangers around them scramble his thoughts too much.

But Gem knows what she’s doing to him, with her knowing smile.

She does take mercy on him and instead just rests her hand on his inner thigh now for the rest of dinner leaving Tango to at least finish his food. He’d much rather skip it and head back to their room, but it would be a slight travesty because it is really good food and he doesn’t want to cut the evening short.

Once they’re finished, everyone goes right back to mingling, but instead of joining them, Gem uses the opportunity to lead Tango out of there. They don’t take the main exit of the venue, instead Gem opens a door off to the side into a quiet hallway, looking around as she pulls Tango with her.

They make it about five steps before they physically cannot keep their hands off each other, Tango’s hand snaking up Gem’s arm, pulling her back against him, nearly causing her to trip in her heels.

“Sorry,” He apologizes while leaning in to kiss her, Gem chuckling.

“Don’t apologize, just-” She cuts her own sentence off with a needy kiss, meeting his lips. Hers open easily for Tango letting him feel the warmth of her mouth, the slightest buzz from the alcohol making him focus only on Gem for at least a moment before his conscience sets in again. 

Unable to shake the worry, he breaks the kiss. “Someone could walk by.”

Enough of the catering staff, Tango thinks, has walked by here earlier. Or any of the other guests taking the wrong exit.

“No one will.” Gem tries to reassure him but she can see that Tango isn’t convinced enough.

With her hands still on his jacket, unwilling to let go, Gem looks around and guides them to a room close by. They both stand still for a few moments, making sure they don’t accidentally crash some other party, before trying the door handle. It’s open and before Tango can question whether this is a good idea or not, they’re inside, the door falling shut behind them.

It’s a meeting room, tables, chairs, a projector and a white board in the room. No one will need this room in the next few hours.

This is enough for the anxiety in his system to get replaced with pure want.

Gem has been looking absolutely stunning all evening and every time she was talking to someone, laughing, Tango physically couldn’t take his eyes off her.

The only thing better than Gem in this dress might be the thought of getting her out of it.

Moving in tandem they reach one of the wooden tables, Tango guiding her to sit on top of it, lips moving from her lips to her jaw and throat. The noise Gem makes, this breathy little laugh just makes Tango want her more.

Her arms wrap around his neck, using it to pull his body closer while sliding to the very edge of the table, legs now wrapping around his middle.

She’s been driving him insane with every touch all evening and this might just be too much.

Nearly whimpering, he whispers her name against her skin, only to have Gem’s cute giggle in his ear in response.

Never having been more motivated, he tries to draw more noises out from her, his beard rubbing against the soft skin of her neck as he lowers his head to press a kiss to her shoulder.

Hands on her hips they work together in needy movements of grinding Gem against him, the arousal from earlier even more noticeable now.

This time Tango doesn’t have to hold back his groan.

“Want to taste you. Can I?” The words are raspy and filled with a desperation that has been building since they woke up this morning. “Please?”

Seeing Gem’s smile is enough for Tango to immediately get onto his knees, feeling the rough carpet through the fabric but his world narrows down to the view of Gem’s thighs in front of him.

Her legs are already exposed on one side and ever so carefully he bunches up the longer end and pushes them up, leaving Gem exposed up to her hips.

Making sure Gem can feel every brush of his beard as he trails his lips up, Tango uses one hand on her other thigh to part her legs further.

Gem easily works with him, unable to hide her own eagerness from Tango as her legs come to rest on his shoulders, urging him just the last bit closer.

Finally he arrives at what they both want, but instead of getting rid of the last remaining piece of fabric Tango brushes his thumb against her through it, before replacing it with open mouthed kisses. There is already a hint of Gem’s taste on her panties and it was definitely already damp beforehand.

Above him, he can hear Gem take in a sharp breath. Normally Tango might enjoy taking his time some more but they shouldn’t take longer for this than necessary, before anyone notices Gem’s brief absence.

While his mouth already presses against her with eager movements, Tango’s hand moves up to her waist, fingers now hooked and slowly working her underwear down, leaning back only as long as necessary.

After the briefest of moments of appreciating the sight in front of him, Tango knows he has to get his lips on there again. 

Gem’s moan is only adding fuel to his every lap, gently sucking on her sweet spot until he feels the legs around him clench.

He doesn’t stop until he hears Gem whine his name; With Gem’s hands on his head urging him closer, or trying to gain distance when it got too much, Tango has been learning every bit of her.

Giving her a quick respite, he rests his head on her thigh, looking up to see Gem’s flushed face, while feeling a hand cradle his cheek.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he smiles, which earns him a breathless laugh.

“I can tell.”

That’s enough to make Tango want to keep going immediately. Before Gem pulls her hand away, she goes to remove his glasses, careful not to smudge them, having learned the hard way how grumpy Tango can get about that minor annoyance. 

She doesn’t even have time to fully fold them up and place them besides her when Tango’s finger starts playing with her opening, his lips already on her again.

With his eyes closed, just taking in her heavy breathing and moaning, the hand on the back of his head, the flood of taste in his mouth, Tango gets lost in it.

He doesn’t know how long he spends like this before pushing in a second finger, curling them just enough to make Gem whine again.

Pulling them out feels mean, and he’s practically able to picture Gem’s little pout without even needing to look up, but he makes up for it with his mouth.

With one firm pull, she angles her just the slightest bit differently so he can fully get his mouth on her, tasting every bit of slick.

Now his thumb returns to play with her clit, as much as he can manage with how Gem is trembling and pushing against him eagerly.

It all culminates when the trembling turns into the tensing of muscles, her hand pushing against the back of his head. Gem definitely isn’t quiet as she cums and hopefully no poor soul is walking through the empty hallway outside the door to hear them.

Tango lets her ride it out for as long as she needs to, lapping up every bit of her that he can until Gem’s hand starts pushing him away.

He licks his lips before grinning up at her, any teasing remark dying on his tongue as he sees her in the low light the hallway provides, the flush undeniable in her face, the slightest sheen of sweat on her skin.

“Good?” Is all he manages to ask, before taking his fingers to his lips and quickly cleaning them, knowing that Gem is staring at him while catching her breath.

She doesn’t give him a direct reply, instead tugging on his jacket to get Tango to come up to her, eagerly kissing him the moment he’s close enough.

Tango’s legs and his lower back ache from kneeling for who knows how long but every second of this is worth it.

Every noise, the feeling of Gem tugging more at his jacket until he fully shrugs it off.

Gem pulls away from the kiss, biting her lip, “My turn now. Sit down.”

Early on he would’ve maybe protested, or at least tell her she doesn’t need to, that he can wait until they get upstairs, but it’s not like it would make any difference. If Gem has made her mind up about something like this, there is very little that can stop her.

In the few seconds that Tango needs to take her place, leaning against the table, rather than sitting on it, Gem fully shrugs her panties off from where they were hanging low at her knees. As she bends down to get them over her shoes, with her dress still bunched up, he gets a more than lovely view of her ass that has him biting his lips.

Tango has been hard in his pants pretty much the entire time, the evidence more than visible in his pants.

When Gem turns around she’s still grinning with the same cheeky expression as before, lowering herself down with one hand on his thigh, the other firmly planted on his erection, a mirror to Tango just moments before.

“Hey, handsome,” Gem giggles, head on Tango’s thigh while palming him.

His voice is right between a shaky laugh and a whine, “Gem. Please.” With how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest, Tango is sure Gem can not only feel what she’s doing to him but also hear it, so why hold back any pleas at this point.

For a moment he can see Gem consider, but maybe she’s aware of how long ago they’ve been gone, because her hand finds his belt, working precisely to unbuckle it.

Meanwhile Tango’s own hand finds her hair, careful not to ruin the work she put into it while gently dragging his fingers through the soft strands to ground himself.

Gem works quickly on removing his pants, just low enough to leave him exposed. 

Before he can do or think anything, Gem’s hand is wrapped around his shaft, angling him just so that she can drip some spit right onto him.

The sight alone is enough to make anyone weak but the moment he can feel the wet sensation on him, Tango’s legs actually give out. His hand lets go of her hair, instead needing to steady himself more on the table.

To Gem apparently this sight is more than enough of a reward, the delighted smile on her face not stopping when she starts pumping her hand.

Tango switches between looking down, looking away and pressing his eyes close, but nothing helps him shake the image of this woman on her knees in front of him.

He can already feel himself leak. While Gem just started, he’s been eager to feel her all day.

Thankfully she doesn’t make him wait much longer, instead spreading her spit evenly across him with every stroke. 

To keep himself from bucking towards her too much, he grabs the corner of the table, focusing on the tight grip, not wanting to spill almost immediately.

It only gets harder when Gem’s lip brushes against his tip, not entirely giving him what he wants, just the idea of it, waiting for Tango to be the one to push for it.

His voice is higher than he’d like, breathless as he calls for her, “Gem.”

The desperation wins out just a moment later, his hip moving on its own, forwards, so he can feel the wet warmth of her mouth and the pressure of her lips wrapped tightly around him.

The rest of Gem’s hand keeps jerking him off, not moving to take more into her mouth than his head but every thrust is accompanied by curious movements of her tongue.

This is all enough to already make Tango feel his impending orgasm.

With barely enough willpower he taps against Gem’s shoulder and immediately she pulls back, looking up at the man panting above her, barely able to hold it together.

Her eyes are already asking if he’s alright, which only makes Tango’s heart pound faster.

“Too much, too fast,” his hand comes to rest on her head again now that he doesn’t have to hold on for dear life anymore. He brushes a strand of red hair out of her face and gently tucks it behind her ear.

Of course this earns him a laugh, and he can already feel the tease coming, “Need a break old man?”

It doesn’t sting, not when it comes from Gem, but regardless he’s shaking his head in disapproval but there is an incredibly fond smile on his lips. Mindful of Gem’s glasses, he moves his hand to hold her cheek. “Watch it.” His tone isn’t as sharp as he’s pretending it to be. Then, softer, he adds, “Just wanna make sure I can still feel you.”

This is enough to make Gem get up, hand on his chest now. Tango half expects this to end in a kiss, then getting dressed and heading back to the party, but then Gem’s fingers work on loosening his tie, discarding it next to Tango where his glasses are folded up. Next she works on undoing the top two buttons, exposing the flush that spreads from his chest.

Gem’s hand keeps pushing against his chest until Tango hops onto the table, pulling Gem with him. Straddling his lap with her knees on either side, she pulls her dress up more before settling down. Immediately, Tango can feel her wet folds against himself.

With how hard he is, Tango easily slides into Gem, both gasping at the sensation. She feels absolutely perfect.

After giving her a moment to adjust, he feels Gem’s hips grind against his and with the angle they’re in, Tango helps her with firm hands on her hips. Together they find a rhythm, slow, feeling every movement in its entirety.

The need to kiss her again turns into an open mouthed exploration as they lose themselves in each other.

If this wasn’t some hastily found empty meeting room, this could be incredibly romantic.

Feeling every clench around him and swallowing every sound Gem makes has Tango approach the edge again at rapid speeds.

He pulls back, a string of spit still connecting their lips, “Close again,” he admits.

“Cum inside me.” It’s a suggestion, one that Tango was never meant to resist.

He only lasts a few thrusts more, his entire body tensing up as he holds Gem close, burying his face in her hair while he spills inside her.

Gem moves a few more times, her face nestled against Tango’s neck now. When coming to a stop, she punctuates everything with a kiss right there.

For a few moments neither of them moves. Tango can feel himself go soft inside her, a mess now running down Gem’s thigh and onto his own. The only noise is their breathing and the very faint steps of someone walking down the hall.

There is this infectious smile on Gem’s face that pulls Tango along with it. They’re both messy with spit and cum, giddy with the whole rush of it. How can Tango not kiss her now?

But eventually Gem starts to get up and Tango helps her until he’s sure she’s steady in her heels. 

He hadn’t even noticed when she placed her purse on one of the desks, fishing out a few tissues before handing Tango the rest of the package. “Damage control, huh?” He jokes lamely, as he takes them, still glad to see Gem smile even at that.

Tango wipes his face, his beard having caught most of the slick mess, then his hands and thighs so he at least doesn’t have to feel it run down his legs when he finally pulls his pants up again and rights his shirt.

When he looks up again, Gem is dropping her tissues in one of the bins nearby, her dress now fixed.

The fondness in his expression keeps him distracted long enough not to realize that Gem is packing his tie into her small purse before she shoots him another grin while biting her lip.

“Gem, I need that. Or do you want everyone to know what we snuck off for?” Tango couldn’t sound any less scolding right now.

She steps closer, hands on the collar of his shirt, adjusting it for him before handing him his glasses. “You look good like this though.” And just like that, all protest dies. Let the people think, it’s going to be fine.

“Lets at least get cleaned up before we go back?” That’s all he can reason for.

They both head to nearby bathrooms, getting at least a little bit cleaned up. Tango washes his face and drinks some of the water, suddenly feeling dehydrated.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he debates at least buttoning his shirt up again, knowing full well that Gem won’t return the tie until they are back in their hotel room. Quickly though, he disregards that idea, thinking back to Gem’s smile.

Tango is back first at the function so he busies himself with a drink in his hand, waiting around until the door opens again, Gem stepping into the room, unnoticed and making her way towards him.

“Hi,” he smiles fondly at her, once she’s close enough.

They get interrupted by someone tapping Gem’s shoulder, Tango only half listening, eyes still only on his partner, as she gets a congratulatory bouquet handed because apparently they missed some part of the celebration.

Tango wraps an arm loosely around Gem’s waist, just wanting to have her close.

They only stay for a little longer before it’s socially acceptable to bid their goodbyes and head back for the night.

Once the door closes behind them, Tango helps Gem settle on the bed as she complains about her heels killing her before going down on his knees to help her out of them, a hand trailing up her calf.

As soon as they are discarded he moves up, taking the long fabric of the dress with him as his palms travel up. “This is what I’ve been looking forward to all day. Getting you out of this.” He murmurs.

“Only if I get to return the favor.” Gem drives a hard bargain but how could he ever say no to her?

A hand reaches to the open back of her dress, a detail he hasn’t appreciated enough today, as he helps her lift it over her head, leaving her in just her underwear in jewellery.

Tango doesn’t get much of a chance to drink in the sight as Gem gets up and takes his jacket off, letting it fall to the floor around them. Her hands work slowly on every button until the white fabric hangs open on Tango’s frame.

Before he can even think of a joke, soft hands trail underneath it, along his sides and up his chest until it eventually joins the other garment on the floor.

For the second time today, Gem undoes his belt. Using his hands on her waist to steady himself, Tango kicks off his own shoes, leaving it just for Gem to pull his pants down until he can step out of them.

Now both just left in the minimum amount of clothes, Tango steps forwards, until Gem falls backwards onto the bed, taking him with her.

XX95 - 4th Month

The days on FSH-59, the space station orbiting a small planet below, go by calmly and quietly for Tango. Even if it already has been several months since his most recent transfer. And again, he’s having a hard time meeting people. It’s not a small station, a team of 34, with some people from corporate visiting every once in a while. About half of them are scientists, researching the fuel that’s being harvested below, the rest just purely for upkeep of the station. And Tango’s job as the lead engineer on site, is part of that. Making sure the machines on the planet and on the station are running.

And right now he’s heading towards one of the labs, a group of scientists in their pristine lab coats walking past him without a greeting. Inside the main lab there is only one person left. A young alien woman with pink skin and flowery red hair. Flowery in the literal sense, even if her mood doesn’t seem to reflect that. Tango recognizes her as one of the lab interns.

“Hi. I, uh, got called over? One of the machines broke?” His tone is cautious and his tail flickers behind him to reflect that.

“Yeah, the destabilizer shut down and won’t turn on.” She explains, pointing at the large device next to her.

“Right, so I can save myself the question of whether you tried turning it off and on again?” Tango cringes at his own words but to his surprise she’s smiling, the sharp, plant-like lips curl into a smile that Tango returns before turning to the machine, quickly glancing if it’s actually plugged in. In a team of several scientists it shouldn’t happen this often that someone accidentally unplugs one of the machines and forgets to plug it in again after. For safety reasons, he tugs on the cord until it pops out of the socket.

But when that isn’t the case he crouches down near the back of the device and pops open the maintenance panel. “So, they left the intern to babysit the mechanic?” The words are lighthearted but it’s clearly hitting a sore spot, going by the sigh and tapping noise behind him. Smoothly he tries to switch the topic while staring at the cables as if they’ll tell him what’s wrong. “I’m Tango by the way. I’ve seen you around the station.” He’s not quite sure exactly why he keeps up the conversation, he could just work in silence, get this thing to work again and hopefully have a free evening without any more emergency fixes.

“Gem,” is all she provides at first but it seems like Tango isn’t the only one who wants to fill the silence. “Whole team decided to call it a day but someone needs to make sure you don’t start messing with the samples.” Tango can practically hear her roll her eyes.

He hums to himself, hands now busy fiddling with the cables. At least his flaming hair always has the practical side effect of lighting up whatever he’s working on.

“Let the newbie do all the work, eh? Been there. Even if technically you’re not that new, right?” The smalltalk comes a bit easier now, even if Tango really hopes he won’t upset her further.

“Nearly 5 months on the satellite, had another two of training on a different site.” Tango turns towards Gem. “Hey, I’ve only been here for 6 months. You got seniority here.” He’s grinning now, especially when it makes Gem laugh. “Only seniority I actually have here is my old man bonus which you don’t want, trust me.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck.

“But I also got good news, a cable frayed slightly in here, should be a quick fix for now before I can replace it after hours with a new one. So you’re good to go soon”

While working with the electrical tape he tries to act at least a bit reassuring. “It sucks now but once you’re out of the shitty intern phase it will get better. You got a smart head on your shoulders.”

This earns him a scoffed laugh. “Yeah. Right. At this point I don’t think they ever want me to move up from being an intern. And why would they? I do all the annoying work for practically no pay.” The frustration in Gem’s voice is more than clear. “They dangle the chance in front of me but at this point I don’t think it’s gonna happen.”

Tango doesn’t know what to say to that but Gem sighs, apologizing. “Sorry, shouldn’t let this out on you. I just think you’re the first non-human I’ve talked to in months. Thought you might get it” Oh, so that’s where the issue lies. Gem isn’t wrong, there are practically no other aliens working the station except them and one guy working in IT that pokes his head into the halls even less often than Tango does.

“No, no, I get it. Can be frustrating,” he agrees, finishing up the fix of the cable, checking for any remaining issues with the other cords. “You wanna talk about it?” A quick look over his shoulder shows Gem sitting down on top of one of the tables, watching him, her green eyes standing out with the pink tones of her skin and the white-gray of her lab coat and the tight suits everyone is wearing. 

He can see Gem hesitate before she sighs again. “Every day it is Gem do this, do that. Go grab those samples from the hanger. No, the other ones. And then pretend I don’t hear them talk behind my back.” She is rubbing a flower petal that fell off her hair between two fingers, eyes focused on the movement and not on Tango.

“Always making me come in early. Gem, prepare the samples in the morning.” Her tone is getting more agitated. “And oh Gem, don’t forget to close up when you’re done analyzing that. I work harder than any of them and they’re the ones getting paid and credited for my research at this point. It’s-” She lets out a frustrated groan.

Tango, meanwhile done with the cables, the maintenance hatch closed again, sits on the floor, cross legged and looks up at Gem with a sympathetic smile. He’s not very good at comforting people so he only offers a lame, “Jerkfaces.”

Dropping the petal on the floor, Gem looks at him and somehow still finds it in her to laugh, even if it is laced with frustration. 

After a deep breath that does little to calm her down, Gem keeps going.

Tango gets up from where he is sitting, hesitant to reach out when she seems to be done. He may have been listening to Gem rant for a while but he doesn’t want to overstep. But when Gem makes no sign of leaning away, just her green eyes on him, he gives her a hopefully comforting pat on the arm. “They’re dickheads.” He agrees before awkwardly offering, “If there’s anything I can do to help or you ever just need someone to let all the frustration out on, you can come to me.”

Gem musters him for a moment, then another. The flowers in her hair shift slightly before she responds. “It’s fine, I think I just need to violently squeeze something for a bit.”

“I mean, I’m here.” Tango offers. He doesn’t want to come across as some weird coworker but Gem raises her eyebrows, as if surprised by the offer.

“Are you sure? I’m… I wouldn’t be very gentle”

His reply comes with a shrug. Gem is not exactly built like a bodybuilder, the suits make that quite visible, so how bad could a hug be. “Yeah, sure, do your worst.” Tango chuckles.

A moment later he feels something wrap around his stomach and it’s not Gem’s arms or anything like that. Looking down he sees a vine curling around him, green and pink towards where it comes out of Gem’s hair. Her expression remains unchanged but she’s intently watching Tango. “You yell stop when it’s too much or hold up three fingers, got it?” Her tone is a lot more commanding now.

This is not at all what Tango had in mind when Gem said she needed to squeeze something but he finds himself nodding. Immediately the vine grows tighter, curling up higher, as another one snakes along the floor and up his leg, just below the knee.

One of Tango’s arms is already restricted and a third vine appears from behind Gem and grabs his other arm, lifting it up before curling around it and then, simultaneously, all of them squeeze. Tango can feel the air being pressed out of his lungs and it borders on painful but he sees Gem’s expression, the way her lips curl into a satisfied expression and he lets her get it all out.

Just when he is starting to get light headed and about to tap out, Gem releases some of the tension, but not him. The only part of Tango that can actually move is his tail and that sits entirely still in anticipation.

XX95 - 4th Month

“Need more or all squeezed out?”

Maybe those weren’t wise words when Tango was quite literally stuck in the grasp of a venus flytrap, the long green-pinkish vines still wrapped around his torso, his legs, his arms, leaving him entirely at Gem’s mercy. 

“No.” Comes the immediate reply and Gem squeezes him again, stepping closer until she is reaching out to cup Tango’s face with one hand, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Okay?” she asks and Tango can only nod breathlessly. The vines keep snaking along his body and by now it almost feels like they’re exploring now as her hand falls away again.

Swallowing hard, he manages a quiet, “Gem?” when of the vines brushes over his ass deliberately. Another one sneaks up alongside Tango’s thigh, sending shivers down his spine, despite the sensation only being faint through his cargo pants and the tight suit beneath.

“You can say stop.” Is all she replies, and when Tango doesn’t, the vine at his thigh climbs higher, an embarrassing gasp escaping him.

“You know, there is already something intimate about showing my vines to someone else,” Gem muses as the rounded end of the one around his arm brushes along his face in a gentle gesture, Tango’s long ear twitching under the touch.

With the bit of breathing room he has, Tango takes a shaky breath as he nods. Immediately the vines keep roaming his body, almost greedy in their movements across his suit and it feels almost like they’re right on his skin.

Gem’s hand reaches out and brushes along his neck, causing Tango to lift his chin, exposing more of his skin. When he feels Gem’s lips there, his eyes fall shut, entirely surrendering to her. He can feel the groves in the serrated lips but they’re still soft, nearly as if they’re pulling on his skin.

Tango can feel himself relax, at least right until he feels a short stab in his calf, and another one just below his collarbone. Eyes fluttering open again, he looks down and sees thorn-like tips at the end of the vines piercing his suit and skin.

But as quickly as he noticed the pain, it’s gone again, a soothing warmth spreading instead. His already warm body heats up further as a gentle haze spreads. Before the words can form, Gem explains, her breath still on his neck, “I’m not poisonous. Just making you feel a bit calmer too. Your heart was racing.”

Tango hadn’t even noticed before so he just nods and leans further into Gem’s lips again. The touch feels more intense now, as if Tango’s world narrows down to just the movement against his neck and the squeezing but it suddenly all feels so… nice. He is practically melting into it, Gem holding up his full weight when his legs give out. 

The vines help lift him onto one of the tables, still holding him just slightly too tight, Gem standing in front of him.

With a weak lift of his head, he watches as Gem shrugs off her lab coat, letting it fall to the floor, before she begins to unzip her suit.

The plain white fabric gives way to her rosy skin and while the tight fit of the fabric doesn’t  hide much, Tango can practically feel himself drool as Gem slowly exposes more of her chest and further down to her navel.

Tango can’t help but think that Gem looks perfect, the way her red hair falls down, framing her face, ending just above her breasts. The vines, pink, the closer they get to her skin, still holding him. The hungriness in her green eyes, and how much they contrast to everything else about her.

A vine brushes over his growing bulge a few times, drawing out shaky breaths and a broken groan. His skin feels like he’s burning up more than usually, trying to buck his hips up, wanting more pressure but he is still firmly being held in place.

After a few more moments of suffering from just not enough, Gem’s suit now at her hips, she pulls it down fully, stepping out of it and finally touching Tango.

The vines give way immediately for her hands as they push up his shirt and start undoing his belt.

Tango finds himself thinking that she looks a lot more relaxed like this, focused solely on him, as if he were a lab experiment now.

One of the vines helps tug the pants down fully, down to his thighs and Gem’s hand lands just right where Tango craves her touch.

The grip around him tightens once more, his hands and legs bound entirely, as soft hands feel him up through his suit.

Under normal circumstances, Tango may have been embarrassed by the whimpering noise that comes out, but when it encourages Gem to press down more, to rub across the clothed length, more spill out.

The suit and his underwear below are uncomfortably tight and a wet spot is already beginning to form, the white fabric doing little to hide that.

Gem’s other hand travels lower on herself, all while her gaze remains fully focused on Tango.

In the harsh light of the lab, he can already see slick glistening between her thighs, suddenly unable to look away again. “Like what you see?” Gem teases, a smirk on her face.

When Tango barely manages to nod, Gem climbs up onto the table with him, straddling his thighs now. Now he has an even better view of Gem’s fingers trailing through her wet folds.

Tango looks up at her face just when she pushes a finger in, seeing her gasp, eyes closed for a moment before she’s looking at Tango again.

One hand is splayed out across his chest, steadying herself, while the rest of her body sinks down onto her finger, again and again.

Just watching this is making Tango more desperate, the absence of her touch on his member now more noticeable than before. He manages one half whined, half whispered and fully desperate, “Gem.”

For once his brain is not busy overthinking, even if he should know better, should know how bad this would look if anyone walked in through the probably unlocked door. The lead engineer with a much much younger intern.

But instead, his thoughts are only on Gem’s hips suddenly against his, not quite riding him but instead pulling her hand away and grinding against him.

The friction is incredible, and Tango can feel it with his whole body, as if nothing else matters right now, everything else is a haze.

He can feel Gem’s weight on top of him, the way her folds feel against him. For a moment Tango closes his eyes and lets himself imagine what slipping inside must feel like, before looking back up to Gem, not wanting to miss a single second of this.

The way her breathing is getting more and more labored, matching his own.

It is almost as if Tango can not only hear how wet she is, but also feel it through the suit, but that might just come from how close he is. And looking up at Gem, her normally pink skin has a flushed hue of red to it now, doesn’t make it any easier.

Every brush of her body against his is sending him closer and closer. Tango’s cock is straining, and he wants to move his hips up to meet Gem’s so badly.

The friction is enough to send him over the edge.

The intense feeling of Gem and the release flowing through him drags out a groan from Tango as his knot swells and he stains the inside of his underwear with his release.

For a few seconds every movement, every brush of Gem against him lights Tango on fire, a whimper escaping as it borders on too much. His tail is tensing up when the rest of his body can’t, entirely boneless beneath her.

“Too much,” is all he can whine and almost instantly Gem lifts herself off Tango’s spent member, the suit now wet with her slick and Tango’s cum.

He is panting, just watching, mesmerized as Gem’s fingers start pumping into her again. And she’s looking at him, getting off to the sight of Tango in her grasp, blissed out. The heady feeling of someone like Gem, young, smart, beautiful, looking down at Tango like this is slowly pushing through the haze that is slowly dissipating.

Tango wants to reach out and touch her, help Gem get what she needs but it looks like his help is really not needed.

With a stifled moan, Gem starts trembling, her hand pulling away again as she uses Tango’s thigh to ride out her own orgasm, the vines gripping him so tightly that he fears he might pass out.

Her serrated lips are parted as she is gasping for air and slowly letting Tango breathe again as well. Neither of them move, until Gem says, “Thank you. Didn’t know how much I needed this.”

Tango doesn’t know how to respond, a simple you’re welcome would feel more than inadequate. But it turns out he doesn’t need to come up with anything for now.

“Sorry about spiking you. I was getting a bit worried you might get a heart attack, you know” There is something cheeky to Gem’s smile as she gets off Tango, the vines now retracting back into her hair.

“Not that old,” is all Tango manages to reply, not moving despite now being freed again.

Only when Gem helps him sit up, he starts to actually feel his limbs again. His back pops and he glares when Gem laughs.

“You might feel a bit groggy for a few more hours but most of it should be out of your system by now so you can just sleep it off.” From somewhere, Gem produced a bottle of water, helping Tango take a few sips before downing the rest of the bottle herself.

Both of them are a mess, but with little to be done about that inside the lab, Gem starts putting on her suit again, zipping it up.

When Tango still sits there, slightly dazed and naked Gem helps him pull his cargo pants back up, hiding the rather large wet spot right on his crotch and making sure his shirt is pulled down and in order as well. 

With a quick gesture she wipes some drool off of the corner of Tango’s mouth, wiping her hand on her lab coat.

“You feeling good enough to stand?” She asks, and Tango nods.

His legs are still trembling a bit, whether it is because of his orgasm or still an effect of whatever Gem pumped into him, he doesn’t know. Immediately Gem is there to steady him, despite her smaller frame, he can lean onto her.

The plain white fabric gives way to her rosy skin and while the tight fit of the fabric doesn’t  hide much, Tango can practically feel himself drool as Gem slowly exposes more of her chest and further down to her navel.

Tango can’t help but think that Gem looks perfect, the way her red hair falls down, framing her face, ending just above her breasts. The vines, pink, the closer they get to her skin, still holding him. The hungriness in her green eyes, and how much they contrast to everything else about her.

A vine brushes over his growing bulge a few times, drawing out shaky breaths and a broken groan. His skin feels like he’s burning up more than usually, trying to buck his hips up, wanting more pressure but he is still firmly being held in place.

After a few more moments of suffering from just not enough, Gem’s suit now at her hips, she pulls it down fully, stepping out of it and finally touching Tango.

The vines give way immediately for her hands as they push up his shirt and start undoing his belt.

Tango finds himself thinking that she looks a lot more relaxed like this, focused solely on him, as if he were a lab experiment now.

One of the vines helps tug the pants down fully, down to his thighs and Gem’s hand lands just right where Tango craves her touch.

The grip around him tightens once more, his hands and legs bound entirely, as soft hands feel him up through his suit.

Under normal circumstances, Tango may have been embarrassed by the whimpering noise that comes out, but when it encourages Gem to press down more, to rub across the clothed length, more spill out.

The suit and his underwear below are uncomfortably tight and a wet spot is already beginning to form, the white fabric doing little to hide that.

Gem’s other hand travels lower on herself, all while her gaze remains fully focused on Tango.

And right now he’s heading towards one of the labs, a group of scientists in their pristine lab coats walking past him without a greeting. Inside the main lab there is only one person left. A young alien woman with pink skin and flowery red hair. Flowery in the literal sense, even if her mood doesn’t seem to reflect that. Tango recognizes her as one of the lab interns.

“Hi. I, uh, got called over? One of the machines broke?” His tone is cautious and his tail flickers behind him to reflect that.

“Yeah, the destabilizer shut down and won’t turn on.” The woman explains, pointing at the large device next to her.

“Right, so I can save myself the question of whether you tried turning it off and on again?” Tango cringes at his own words but to his surprise she’s smiling, the sharp, plant-like lips curl into a smile that Tango returns before turning to the machine, quickly glancing if it’s actually plugged in. In a team of several scientists it shouldn’t happen this often that someone accidentally unplugs one of the machines and forgets to plug it in again after. For safety reasons, he tugs on the cord until it pops out of the socket.

But when that isn’t the case he crouches down near the back of the device and pops open the maintenance panel. “So, they left the intern to babysit the mechanic?” The words are lighthearted but it’s clearly hitting a sore spot, going by the sigh and tapping noise behind him. Smoothly he tries to switch the topic while staring at the cables as if they’ll tell him what’s wrong. “I’m Tango by the way. I’ve seen you around the station.” He’s not quite sure exactly why he keeps up the conversation, he could just work in silence, get this thing to work again and hopefully have a free evening without any more emergency fixes.

“Gem,” is all she provides at first but it seems like Tango isn’t the only one who wants to fill the silence. “Whole team decided to call it a day but someone needs to make sure you don’t start messing with the samples.” Tango can practically hear her roll her eyes.

He hums to himself, hands now busy fiddling with the cables. At least his flaming hair always has the practical side effect of lighting up whatever he’s working on.

“Let the newbie do all the work, eh? Been there. Even if technically you’re not that new, right?” The smalltalk comes a bit easier now, even if Tango really hopes he won’t upset her further.

“Nearly 5 months on the satellite, had another two of training on a different site.” Tango turns towards Gem. “Hey, I’ve only been here for 6 months. You got seniority here.” He’s grinning now, especially when it makes Gem laugh. “Only seniority I actually have here is my old man bonus which you don’t want, trust me.” He’s rubbing the back of his neck.