Substitute

Avon lay back in his chair, he was tired and he had just spent the last 5 hours on watch. He looked about him to make sure everything was sound, and put his chair back on a slight tilt. The lights were dim and he could hear the gentle hum of the ship as it made its way through space.

Avon’s mind started to wander. He thought about his life and those that had passed through it. Then Anna came to mind. Avon began to get angry; then the anger passed as quickly as it had begun. He had forgiven her for what she had done, besides, she had paid for it with her life.

He had enjoyed their time together and he started to remember their lovemaking. Anna had been a more than competent lover and Avon realised now more than ever how long it had been since he had found such pleasure with someone.

His mind went through the other members of the crew and the things he found attractive about them.

First Jenna, with her ample bosom and curves, how Blake was a fool for not seeking her company, even though Avon knew she had been trying to get Blake into her bed for a long time.

Then he thought of Cally, attractive, he had once thought her too thin until he saw her doing impossible things with her legs in the exercise room. Seems she was somewhat of a contortionist and a gymnast. He would have liked to see what she could do in bed, but he found her a little flakey and spiritual. He had no time for that sort of nonsense.

Avon found himself breathing a little heavier and his pants getting a little tight. He smiled and kept his inventory.

There’s Dayna, he thought, and his breathing deepened. she had curves and was an athlete. She had the softest lips he had ever had kiss his own. He quite fancied her ebony skin too. She was a bit too young for him though, in both body and mind.

Avon thoughts soon turned to Servalan. He would love to teach her a lesson or two, and he started to think up torments for her.

"Naked and tied to the bed for a start," he thought to himself. He imagined himself touching her all over using first his hands and then his tongue and lips. He pictured her bucking under him, begging him to fuck her.

Avon found himself growing very hot and hard, he need release badly and he realised no one would be around for a few hours at least. He didn’t need long.

"Why not," he though to himself. The lights are low already and no one will know. Besides, the threat of being caught, ‘at it,’ was exciting too.

He freed his penis from its cosy hiding place and started to stroke it. He wanted a quick release. His hands worked quickly and without finesse. It felt good anyway; he hadn’t indulged for some time. He threw his head back and shut his eyes, concentrating on the sensation. He pumped harder and faster, his breath louder but not so loud that anyone could hear from outside the deck. His nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched. He was so close.

He was just about to come when suddenly a hand came out of nowhere and stopped his actions. The hand covered his own. Avon almost jumped out of his skin and he started to turn towards the intruder.

"Keep still, and don’t turn around," an indistinguishable voice whispered. "Lay back and just enjoy it."

Avon’s eyebrows rose in disbelief. Someone had caught him out and now they wanted to join in? He smiled into the semi-darkness.

"Why not" he thought to himself, "it sure beats doing it for myself."

Avon allowed the substitute to pick up were he left off. It was still too dark for him to see very much of what was going on, no matter; he didn’t need to see, just enjoy. He’d deal with the consequences later.

Talented firm fingers started to slide up and down his shaft, starting at the base and stopping just before the glands. Avon moaned slightly letting the assailant know that it was ok to continue.

Avon started to wonder who it might be and his previous thoughts played through his head at the same time the unknown substitute kept up a tempo that left Avon breathless. It was the same pattern over and over, starting at the base and then stopping at the glands and back down again. But it wasn’t quite enough to send him over the edge.

"Please, more I need more," he begged.

But still the pattern continued.

Avon didn’t think his body could handle any more of this and he was reaching the point where he thought he was going to pass out. His limbs were shaking violently and his eyes were shut so tightly he started to see stars.

Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore a mouth suddenly descended over the head of his cock and down his shaft.

Avon gave surprised yelp and came hard. Veins protruded from his neck and brow and a long strained groan was the only noise he made.

Avon lay back unable to open his eyes and he found himself shaking slightly and gasping in the aftermath.

After a few minutes he opened his eyes tried to sit up when he came face to face with Tarrant.

"Tarrant...!" Avon started to cry out in surprise and horror, but Tarrant put a finger across his lips and silenced him.

Avon winced, he had bitten his lip with the effort not to scream and it hurt when Tarrant touched it.

Without saying a word, Tarrant leaned in and sucked Avon’s lip into his mouth. Avon wanted to push him away in fury, but found that he couldn’t.

In fact, Avon thought that what Tarrant was now doing with his lip was quite nice and he leant forward a little to capture some of Tarrant's mouth for himself. Tarrant kissed Avon back hungrily, and Avon thought somewhere in the back of his mind that he would have to kill Tarrant for this later on; but now wasn’t the time.

Avon also found it strange that he had somehow managed to slide his hands inside Tarrant’s top and was enjoying the sensation of touching another man’s body. This was not his usual forte.

Avon started to loose all rational thought at this stage and had no recollection of how they had both ended up practically naked, exhausted and sticky an hour before the end of Avon’s shift.

Quietly they got up, dressed and cleaned up before Tarrant left without a word leaving Avon in the dark. Avon watch him leave and thought absently that as soon as Vila came in for his shift that Avon was going to have to go to Tarrant’s room and teach him a lesson.

Naked and tied to the bed for a start...he thought to himself before sat down for the rest of his shift.