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“Hmm?” he asked as he slowly rotated them and stretched me. The plug had me plenty ready, but he liked to be sure.

“It’s hilarious…” I half-moaned, half-giggled. “That you’re so prepared. This cabin…ahh…the lube.”

He withdrew his fingers. “That funny, hmm?”

I nodded.

“How about now?” I felt the blunt head of his cock enter me, and in one single move, he drove inside me until his balls slapped against me.

My mouth fell open as my eyes rolled back. My dick swelled, and before I could even draw another breath, I was coming. I didn’t even last a minute. My hole spasmed around his rock-hard cock as my orgasm went on and on.

Our cries filled the cabin.

My knees were about to give up, but Garrett never let go of my wrists. He kept me trapped against the wall and supported my weight while he fucked me hard. My feet almost lifted off the floor under the force of each thrust.

I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensation of being filled to the brim. He pumped in and out, his heavy balls hitting against me with every thrust.

“Nate…”

“Come for me, handsome. Want to feel you deep inside. Want to have your come running down my legs.”

Garrett bit down on my shoulder and his cock pulsed as he unloaded. He had never bitten me before, but Christ alive, it was the hottest thing ever.

A small amount of come spurted from my half-hard dick as another orgasm rolled through me.

He finally let go of my wrists and I felt his full weight slump over me. We stood like that for several moments until I could move.

I turned and kissed him softly. He sagged against me, filling my heart with joy that he surrendered like that.

Only for me. Only I got to see this version of Garrett Landry.

“C’mon, hero. Let’s get us cleaned up.”

21

Epilogue- Part 2

The R&R lounge at Waypoint was a cozy space with a bar along one side, mismatched armchairs, and a long sectional couch. Wide windows overlooked the dock, where the two ships sat beneath the lingering twilight glow of the Antarctic night sun.

Captain Birch stood near the far side of the room speaking with his old pal the station chief, while other crew members and Waypoint personnel were scattered all around the space. From my previous visit, I knew that the maximum capacity of the station was 44. With the added influx of folks from the two ships, every available stretch of seating had been claimed and several people were standing around.

The lounge was warm from the number of bodies packed into it. Raised voices and laughter bounced off the low ceiling.

Our group had gathered in one section of the lounge. Keith sat with us, along with Garrett’s friends. I’d met all of themback in January, but I already knew Daniel and Reed from the penguin rescue incident back in December.

The other two queer couples were Viktor and Sam, and Adrien and Grant.

Watching the activity unfold around me now, I felt a sense of peace come over me. Garrett occupied the middle of the long couch, with me pressed close on one side and Dexter seated on the other.

“So what are the plans for you two lovebirds?” Grant asked me.

I blushed. “Tomorrow once the skeleton container has been transferred onto the barge, Garrett is boarding our ship.”

Grant leaned forward. “Does that mean you’re finally visiting Texas?”

I nodded. “That is the plan.”

“Have you ever been that far south?” The question was from Adrien, his shy boyfriend and a seal researcher.