John lay on the bed. Larraq had not even been gone

more than a couple minutes and already he could feel the sadness creeping into his heart.

"No, God damn it! You are not going to go there! Not yet..." he jumped up off the bed.

In the 'bathroom' adjoining his cell, he stood trying to take a much needed piss. He looked down at his fully erect penis in his hand and sighed. "Well, so this is how your gonna act... " After several minutes, it finally shrunk enough to

allow urine to flow from it. John flicked his other thumb onto the head, removing the last few droplets. A shower was just what he needed... He finished removing his pants. As he pulled the shirt up and over his head, he got a whiff of Larraq's scent that had permeated into it. He stopped and lifted it to his

face with both hands and deeply inhaled. As John stood reveling in the aroma, waves of emotions and sensations flooded his brain. He just stood that way for several minutes while letting the memories of Larraq bombard him. His cock was hard again. If he had not hyperventilated, making him so light

headed; he probably never would have move from that spot. He pulled the shirt away and grabbed the doorframe. "Whoa, what a head rush!" As he stumbled towards his bed, he changed directions midway. He headed instead; to where he had hidden the strange object Larraq had left him. He kept it behind a piece of the wall molding that was peeling away.

Naked, he carried it and the shirt over to the bed and sat upon it's edge. To free up both hands he stuffed one corner of the shirt into his mouth. Just as he was beginning to take a more thorough look at the long, slender, strangely shaped metal object that he held in his hands. The realization that this was where Larraq had been sitting when he had emerged from the bathroom just hours earlier swept over him. He closed his eyes to recall the memories of when he had first flung himself into those big, strong, tender arms. He did not dwell on this for too long. He forced his eyes

open and brought his attention back to the here and now. Looking down at the strange metal object between his fingers, it was as if he was seeing it for the very first time... The last time he had held it, it had

brought forth nothing but white hot blinding rage.

Now, his feelings were a mixture of curiosity and amusement. Located upon the handle was a tiny, inset button. John pushed it. A clear, slippery liquid seeped out from the device. With the shirt still clenched between his teeth he edged back onto the bed and laid down. Onto one hand he smeared the contents and set the device onto the floor by the bed. With his other hand he held the shirt, found the place where the scent was the strongest and positioned it once again over his face.

John did not know how much longer he could stand being alone. Larraq twice had visited him, no three times, if he counted the comlink chat. It almost was easier passing the empty, never ending days when he had thought everyone to be dead. It had been over a week since Larraq had come to see him.

They had somehow ended up in bed, making out. He had never, ever had the slightest interest in guys in that way before. He was no gay basher, but he wasn't above the occasional snicker and taunt when he was with his buddies back home. Now, every waking hour was consumed with thoughts of nothing else...

However, John no longer worked out in the nude. Even though he had truly enjoyed all the things he and Larraq had done together, he was a bit worried about just how far all of this might go, if and when Larraq returned. Because Larraq seemed to show up when he

least expected it, he did not want to be caught with his pants down. He was right. Larraq's next visit was during one of John's trips to the gym.

"Hello John." caused him to stop in mid pushup. He lifted his head just as the doors swung open and Larraq walked in. Quickly John got up and brushed himself off, more out of nervousness than actually being dirty. Larraq held in his hands a large covered crate which he set down by the door to the bathroom. "How, how are you today John?" he hesitantly inquired. John felt a bit more at ease, Larraq's seemed just as apprehensive. "I'm OK, how are you doin'?" John said. " Not very well, I haven't slept in three days." he chuckled. John scolded. "Then what are you doing here, you should be sleeping." " Captain Crais left the ship only an arn ago, I'm not going to give you all the trite details, but I just... yaaaaawn, wanted to see you." Larraq explained through a yawn. " I am very glad to see you too. Listen, I don't mean to be presumptuous, but we both know you will not be leaving now to return to your room to sleep. Right?" " You seem to know me very well John Crichton," he said as a huge smile broke out on his face followed by an even bigger yawn. " Will you be returning to duty directly from here?" John was trying to sound casual. Larraq sheepishly grinned. " Probably, if you will allow me to stay that long." "How long do you have? Larraq said much more coldly. " I return to duty when Captain Crais returns to Moya, that could be one arn from now or up to two days." " Sleep, you've gotta get some sleep. Here, lay on my bed!" as he pushed Larraq towards the bed. "No, I will be alright." he lied as another yawn gave him away. "Nope, not gonna fly big guy! Now lay down. Don't make me have to hurt you!" teased John. This made Larraq smile. He reluctantly sat onto the bed and began to remove his boots. John came over and started to bend down to help. Larraq instantly pulled his foot away and snapped "Never, will you remove my boots!" John slunk back to stand motionless by the wall. When Larraq had finished, he carefully placed them side by side at the foot of the bed. As he reached for the

edges of his shirt he looked up and noticed John. "No, you don't understand... " He stated gently "Only a slave will ever remove my boots." He finished taking his shirt off and put it under his head as he flopped down onto the bed. "I will just rest my eyes for a little while. Yaaawn, I am not really that..." and Larraq was sound asleep. It took John a second or two for all that had just

happened to sink in. John looked over at the sleeping behemoth in his bed and he was elated. He silently jumped up and pumped his fist into the air mouthing "YES!" Landing in a perfect 'Aloha Elvis.' John dialogued to himself. "Now what? You've waited almost two weeks to get him into your bed and... Calm down, just calm down! He needs to rest. He shouldn't even be here in the first place, but he is... So, just sit down and wait." If he thought the empty days spent since Larraq's last visit were killers. They were a cake walk compared to this... "He's right there, you can hear him..." Larraq did not snore but he was breathing pretty heavy. John just sat on the floor across the room watching Larraq sleep. "He must have slept a week by now." But John knew it had probably only been a couple of hours. Finally he couldn't take it any longer... He got onto all fours and slowly crawled over closer to the bed. Gingerly he got near the bed and rested his chin on the mattress. He didn't think he had made any noise but Larraq lazily turned his head to meet John's eyes.

"Hi." whispered John "I didn't mean to wake you." " No, it's not your fault, I'm a very light sleeper, a consequence of being a warrior." " How are you feeling? John asked as he reached up to stroke Larraq's forehead. " I fear, I am much more tired than I wanted to admit, even to myself." " That's fine, I'm just glad your here." John said

through a smile, as he continued to run his fingers through Larraq's hair. "Here, lay next to me. I should be completely rested soon." and he scooted over to make room for John. Larraq was once again breathing heavily. He was still on his back, one arm at his side the other resting on his stomach. Next to him John lay slightly turned facing him. He spent a really long time just reveling in Larraq actually being there. Without moving a muscle he let his eyes roam over everything he could see. Finally John could not help lightly kissing the cool, smooth skin of Larraq's shoulder. Tentatively John brought his hand up and placed it upon Larraq's arm. He delicately ran his fingers over the soft inside of his elbow. When Larraq did not wake, he got a bit braver. He moved his fingers gently onto his

chest. Larraq had curly dark hair all across the upper part of his chest; it tapered to a thin line down to his navel where it spread out again, down... below his belt line. >From his angle, John could just barely see a slightly raised silhouette of nipple. He carefully ran a fingertip across it, instantly it expanded... He decided he had better cut it out. As much as he wanted to, he knew he must not wake Larraq. He pulled his hand back, tucking both hands under his chin he closed his eyes.

John awoke to a strange, cool sensation... Upon opening his eyes he could only see the top of Larraq's head, but he knew what he was doing. Larraq was using his tongue to lap at his nipple. He then blew onto it with his breath; once again causing the delightful, cool sensation that had woke him. He decided to lie still to see what else would happen. And he was not disappointed. Once again Larraq resumed his sneak attack with his tongue. After a couple more rounds

John couldn't keep quiet anymore. " Well, well if it isn't Sleeping Beauty..." John stretched. " I was wondering if you would ever wake." Larraq took one last nip at the nipple and propped up onto an elbow. John reached his hand up and cupped Larraq's cheek and guided him effortlessly down for a long,

deep, slow kiss hello. "Are you rested?" John finally asked. Larraq smiled. "Yes, thank you for allowing me to sleep." They resumed kissing. As they both now had bare chests, John reveled in the warm of Larraq's skin,

running his hands all over his new companions increasingly familiar body. Larraq was even less shy, as they were locked in the embrace; he hiked one of John's legs up onto his hip and began rubbing John's knee. Slowly he moved up to the thigh, and finally

enthusiastically began kneading his buttocks. At first John enjoyed it, but as Larraq broadened his exploring to include reaching around from behind to touch in

between his legs... "Hey! What's in the crate over there?" John said through a kiss. " Oh, yes! I brought you a few things." John was up and out of the bed instantly. He could

barely contain his delight. " Really! You brought stuff for me?" "Yes, open it." Larraq encouraged. John didn't need to be told twice. He ripped open the top and immediately spied several more pieces of that wonderful fruit that Larraq had brought him before. Without exploring further he grabbed one and took a bite. Once again the juice ran over his chin onto his chest. He broke out into a chuckle. "Can you help me out here?" He opened his arms to expose his little dilemma, then sauntered over to Larraq sitting on the edge of the bed. Larraq placed a hand upon each of John's hips and pulled him in close. "Mmmm, yes, this will never due. You'll never pass

inspection soldier like this," he stated in a very

authoritative voice as he examined the mess. Seriously John responded. "Yeah, a real shame, to bad there's nothing we can do about it." Larraq looked up and locked with John's gaze until a wicked little grin crept over his face. "Yeah, too bad..." and he lowered his mouth to begin licking up the sweetness. John thrust his head back and closed his eyes. As Larraq continued his K.P. duty, John lifted the fruit to his lips and took several more bites. He had been really trying to be careful, but on the seventh bite, a huge stream of juice ran into Larraq's hair. John began to silently giggle... Slowly Larraq lifted his face, trying his best to wear a 'what did you just do?' face. This caused John to burst out into an all out belly laugh. " So, you find this funny do you soldier!?" Larraq was really trying to keep up the PK killer routine... "No, no. I didn't do it ... on purpose," John squealed and giggled as Larraq got up and began chasing him around the room. Weaving and dodging, up and over the bed. As they went around for a second lap, just as John was about to leap again onto the bed, he was tackled. Larraq grabbed the fruit and smashed it into John's hair. John grabbed a few chunks and tried to shove them into Larraq's mouth, but missed and smooshed them instead onto his neck and shoulder. Before they were done, every micron of fruit had been completely pulverized.

When the wrestling match finally had worn them out, they both lay in the middle of the floor panting. John lifted a hand and rubbed the sticky mess on his chest. Larraq reached over and picked a chunk from John's hair, as their eyes locked they simultaneously burst out laughing. Still laying on their backs on the floor John said in a silly voice "Well Stanley, this is another fine mess you've gotten me into!" In a normal tone he added. " Do you think Captain Crais would notice? I don't think it's as bad as it looks, really." Larraq's responded by knitting his eyebrows and shaking his head from side to side and giving a quick little smile. Larraq got up and started to remove his pants. John began to panic. He held up one hand as he sat

up. He was about to protest... Larraq walked into the bathroom. "Easy, Champ. He's just takin' a shower. " he said

softly under his breath.

The bathrooms on Moya were not like anything on Earth. It had all the same basic components, sink, mirror, toilet, shower, etc. But for starters everything retracted into the walls. The entire room was the shower. Upon hitting the proper mechanism on the wall, warm water flows from the ceiling. The first time D'Argo had shown this to John he had jumped in with all his clothes on and splashed around yelling "I'm singin' in the rain..." This had been one of D'Argo's first impressions of the stranger.

John slowly got up and stood by the doorway, placing a hand on each side of the jam, looking in. Larraq was magnificent! Larraq, taller than John was, but when they were horizontal this became mute. He seemed to be all legs, very muscular and well toned and that horrendous cliche 'a tight ass" was the only thing that came to mind... Running his hands through his hair caused all the muscles in Larraq's back to ripple. This sent a delicious chill up John's spine. Larraq had his back to him and was rubbing the water through his hair to remove the embedded chunks. In one smooth motion he stroked up his face, around behind his ears, down his neck, to his chest. As he reached his stomach he turned around. His eyes were closed so he was unaware of John's intense stare. He continued to rub the sticky fruit from his body. But that was not what John was looking at, his attention was focused upon the area between his legs. John had been surprised at how utterly human he looked. Considering he was from a completely different genus, there was now nothing that he could see that separated their species. Other than being

uncircumcised he was exactly like John. He was now

certain that Larraq had been keeping his eyes closed on purpose, maybe out of embarrassment, but he doubted it. No, it was probably to allow John time to get use to the sight of him, and it had worked. John slowly but resolutely began removing his pants. His cock was now fully erect. John was about to take the biggest leap in his life. He placed one foot through the threshold into the stream of water...

Beep beep beep. Larraq's comlink began to sound. Larraq instantly snapped opened his eyes. Without seeming to even see John, he pushed past him through the shower door. He grabbed his pants and began to

shove his soaking wet body into them. He sat on the bed and did the same with the boots. As he stood, he grabbed his shirt off the bed and as he put it onto his soaking wet body, stormed out of the cell with out a word. John was, no thanks to Larraq, now under the warm water. He just stood motionless for several minutes. Eventually, since he was still covered in sticky fruit, he sighed and began to violently rub the gunk from his body. " Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'Game Face' eh." In a corner of the shower, John broke out into another fit of semi-hysterical laughter, followed by him slowly sinking to his knees burying his head into his hands to once again weep.

END ...Love the One Your With, ACT III by Loki