T. A. Chase

Firebird- Part Thirty-Four

Firebird copyright (c) 2006 TA Chase

Part Thirty-Four:

Two days later—

Vlatko sighed as he settled into the co-pilot seat. Rue was going to fly the transport, making Vlatko happy. He’d never gotten the hang of steering a ship through the stars. It would be just the two of them on the journey. Stargazer had offered to accompany them, but Vlatko turned him down. He could see how the mercenary made Rue uncomfortable. Plus he didn’t want to share the thief. That pretty bubble ass was his.

Rue smiled at him while going through his pre-flight check. “Eager to get off this piece of shit planet?”

“It’s not so bad. Maybe not so advanced as other planets, but that’s nice some times. There’s less hassle and intrigue. If they don’t like you, they just kill you here.”

Rue laughed. “That does keep things easy. Now it’ll take us a week to get to Mitcov. We’ll have to decide before than how we’ll contact them.” Rue looked towards the trap door leading down to the entrance of Vlatko’s underground chamber. “Everything locked up?”

“Yes and here are the codes.” He held out a slip of paper to Rue. “If I die, use this place as a bolt hole when things get too hot for you.”

Shaking his head, Rue shoved the paper back at him. “The only way I’m coming back here is with you, so I don’t want to look at those codes.”

Vlatko stuck them in his pocket. He’d put them in Rue’s bag when the thief wasn’t looking.

“Once we’re headed in the right direction, we can engage the autopilot. I won’t need to manually steer until we’re closer to Mitcov. There’s a dead asteroid I want to hook up with and use as a staging area.”

“So what do we do while we’re traveling?” He winked at Rue.

“I think we can find something to pass the time with.” Rue’s gaze swept over his body, lingering at his groin.

Vlatko got up and stood behind the pilot’s seat. His hands slid down Rue’s chest, stopping to play with the hard nipples thrusting up underneath Rue’s t-shirt. Rue moaned and tilted his head to the side. Those blond curls Vlatko was so fond of, cascaded away to reveal the length of Rue’s pale neck. Vlatko kissed the sensitive spot right behind Rue’s ear, teasing and sucking. Rue’s hands stuttered as they checked switches and buttons.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Rue’s protest didn’t have any heat behind it since his hips lifted off the seat when Vlatko pinched his nipples.

“Why not? One last time on this planet. Good memories here.” Vlatko scraped his teeth over that spot while his fingernails tweaked those hard nubs.

“Uh…” Rue seemed to be interested in something other than memories. The slender man reached up behind him and wrapped his arms around Vlatko’s neck, causing his body to arch towards Vlatko.

He couldn’t help chuckling. His thief was a slut, no doubt about it. Standing up, he broke Rue’s hold on him and spun the pilot’s seat around, so Rue was facing him. He pulled the thief to his feet, starting to unbutton his pants.

“Naked.” He smiled as Rue rushed to obey the order. “Don’t give yourself leather burns getting those pants off, love.”

Rue stuck out his tongue at him and he shook his head. “Don’t be sticking that out unless you’re planning on using it.”

Rue’s eyes gleamed like fire as the thief fell to his knees in front of Vlatko. That talented tongue flicked out to lick the top of Vlatko’s cock as he got his own pants unbuttoned and pushed out of the way. He looked down to see fine blond curls bob as Rue swallowed his cock down.

“Those are the memories I love,” he growled.

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