John awoke the next morning with a huge, radiant smile splashed across his face. Lifting his arms above his head he yawned and stretched lazily. Sprawled on his back in bed he stared at the ceiling, once again thinking about his latest escapade with Larraq. What is going on? He hasn't felt this tingly since... Maybe since he first met Aeryn? No, maybe even Alex. John softly begins to hum to himself a very old, familiar song.

'Mm m mm mmm mmm...'

He quietly attempts to recall the words.

'I'm sleeping and I'm right? Right? Right?'

"Wait! I can do this..."

'I'm sleeping And I'm right in the middle of a good dream When all at once I wake up'

John sits up, now wide awake, continuing a bit louder.

'With something that keeps knocking at my brain before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head and spring up in my bed'

John jumps up and off the bed.

'Screaming out the words I've said'

He screams gleefully as he starts to jump around his cell. He continues singing, increasingly louder...

'This morning I woke up with this feeling I didn't know how to deal with And so I just decided to myself I'd hide it to my self and never talk about it It did not go worth shout When you walked in to the room'

John stops dead in his tracks... Spending about a microt pondering the next line, he even looks around, as if to see if anybody is listening... then enthusiastically continues.

'I think, I love you I think I love you So what am I so afraid of I'm afraid that I'm not sure of A love there is no cure for'

Even louder he continues on his spirited excursion

around the cell.

'I think I love you Isn't that what life is made of Though it worries me to say That I've never felt this way'

He skips the next verse, opting for another rousing rendition of the chorus.

'I think I love you, So what am I so afraid of'

Now he starts to jump up and down on the bed, Screaming... Laughing...

'I'm afraid that I'm not sure of A love there is no cure for I think I love you Isn't that what life is made of Though it worries me to say That...'

Crash!! Two of the bed's legs crumpled under his weight. He instantaneously is silent, as he finds himself flat on his ass.

He then bursts out into the biggest, genuine belly

laugh he has had in months. John finally forces himself to stop, because his sides began to hurt badly.

Eventually he rolls himself off the bed and stands

up. Looking now at the condition of his bed, putting his hands upon his hips and shakes his head, starting to giggle again.

It took over an arn, jumping, pulling and finally kicking, to get the other legs off. When the entire bed once again was the same. Albeit lower, elevation he plopped down onto it. Testing out his newly modify accommodations caused him to once

again drift mentally back to the events of the day

before.

Contently laying there half asleep he spied the crate that Larraq had brought.

"Hmmm, what do you suppose Santa brought me?"

Peering into the crate once again caused a huge grin to break out upon his face. In addition to four more pieces of fruit, were two new shirts. They were the standard issue PK sleeveless gray things Aeryn always wore. He ripped his dirty, frayed one off and instantly put a new one on. Gleefully he continued his foray into the depths of the container. There were several packets of dried military food rations, he figured they had to be better than food cubes. There was also a vial filled with tiny, green capsules. They reminded John of vitamin E pills. He had no idea what these small, squishy globes were for, but he did recognize the Peace Keeper symbol for poison on the outside of the container and he knew it was not food. There was another unidentifiable object; it was small, flat and octagon shaped. He figured he would just have to ask Larraq about them the next time he showed up. Whenever that was... The last item at the bottom was a blanket. John began to remove it, but stopped when he felt a small bulge inside. Neatly, carefully wrapped within it's folds he discovered his journal and a pen... Delicately he lifted it out and held it before his

eyes in disbelief, slowly he leafed through a few pages. "Yup it's my journal. But how did he know...?" Closing his eyes he clutched it to his heart, reveling in the beauty of the gesture.

Grabbing a piece of fruit he scooted back onto the

bed... Slowly he began to go through all that he had previously written. What had he been thinking when he had originally composed it? That this was an acceptable, accurate account of his time on

Moya? "This is total CRAP!" He couldn't believe he had actually written this. Not only was it very fragmentary and incomplete, he came across three totally inaccurate entries. "PHD must stand for -Phuck Head Duffus!" Or maybe... pretty happy dude. He was smiling again. Upon counting the blank pages he knit his brows. "37 left. Not a lot of them if I want to do this right. Better get started."

John began printing very tiny into his journal. He carefully, accurately entered ALL the events and experiences he had had since coming through the worm hole. That is except Larraq. Oh, he included Larraq and all the events leading to him being in the cell he was in now. And he even included some of the information about how and why

this cell was secured. He just left out the bits about butt plugs and naked wet bodies. He still wasn't sure what to make of it himself and if he ever got home, he wasn't to sure if Dad would be ready for this. He also included sketches and diagrams of his crew mates and some of the more fantastical things and creatures that he had encountered in his new habitat. He chuckled at the thought of being on the best sellers' talk show circuit... Oprah, Dave, Jay, Jerry... NO! Lucas had nothin' on this place.

The food packets were much better when he mixed them with the nutrient rich liquid the DRD, which he now called Spot, brought each day. He tried to ration out the new food, but in just a few days

it was all gone. It took twice as many days for him to fill out the journal. When he had completed it to his satisfaction, he had one blank

page left.

Once again his days were filled with long intervals of nothingness, divided by quick moments

of dreamless sleep. He no longer dreamed when he slept probably because it was all he did while awake. And he took showers.

He now spent long intervals in the shower. Because it fell from the entire ceiling in the bathroom, sometimes, if he closed his eyes, he imagined himself back on Earth as a kid out playing in the rain. Other times it just helped wash away the tears.

Before Larraq's last visit, John had begun taking very quick showers, fearing Larraq would return while he was nude. However, during the last encounter if it hadn't been for the sudden return of Captain Crais they would have together been wet

and nude and...? He tried not to dwell on the ...? But instead focused on what he and Larraq had done

together, so being in the shower also was handy for washing away cum.

John had been under the water for about 20 minutes when Larraq came into the cell. He was fully decked out in his combat uniform, pulse rifle and all. Once again John was caught by surprise while doing his daily calisthenics. But this time it was sit-ups and he was wet and nude. Larraq burst into the room and immediately heard the water. He stopped and turned his gaze towards the direction of the bathroom. John had already stopped and had sat completely up with his

arms wrapped firmly about his knees. They exchanged subtle 'Hey, how are ya' head nods and smiles. Larraq seemed exacerbated. Without looking he flung the pulse rifle onto the bed. He began frantically to yanked his boots off from a standing position. He was able to get one off but as he tugged on the second, lost his balance. As he tumbled backwards, a look of panic hit his face

as he continued to fall long after he had passed the estimated time of arrival for his ass to hit the bed. Finally, the lowered mattress broke his fall. He now looked like an over turned turtle, ruining his usual cool, completely in control of every situation, persona. John just quietly chuckled as he watched the comedy routine unfold before him. A boot came sailing into the shower seconds later; years of football had prepared him for this moment. As soon as Larraq was on his now bootless two feet, he began removing the many layers of uniform. As more and more bare skin was revealed John got increasingly nervous, but it was more of a nervous

excitement than anything. When Larraq was almost completely bare John stood up. As Larraq walked towards the bathroom door John instinctively took a step back. Larraq stopped at the doorway; he placed an arm slightly above his head on each jam and poked his head in under the water. His eyes were now closed and he began rolling his head around and around, letting the water fill then empty from his mouth.

John just stood breathless. These unannounced arrivals of Larraq's were just too much for his shattered nervous system to handle. He had spent the last five weeks waiting for his return, and now that he was here, John just wanted to run and hide. Slowly Larraq opened his eyes. As their gazes locked John's heart once again melted. "God, he is beautiful!" Larraq had not moved into the water, John finally surmised that he would not, until he was invited in. "C... Come on in" stuttered John "the water's fine." A huge devilish grin broke out on Larraq's face as

he removed his arms from the doorframe. Slowly, brazenly he strolled into the water. John gulped. Larraq's wet naked body now stood mere inches away from his. If he hadn't bent, ever so slightly at the waist, Larraq's huge cock would have jabbed him in the stomach. Looming over John now, Larraq just impishly smiled down at

him. John smiled back, but then brought his eyes and attention down to the penis before him. The decision John had come to five weeks ago now became reality. Slowly he reached a tentative hand out to touch it, simultaneously lowering himself down to his knees. Opening his mouth he sucked the whole thing in and closed his lips around it, which caused him to immediately pull it

out. "Man, gotta watch that gag reflex." John thought as he tried again, but this time only putting the tip into his mouth.

The soft, spongy sensation of the head was a bit of a surprise to John. Even though he had one of his own and had played with it plenty, especially since living here, compared to fingertips, the nuances your tongue can experience are utterly amazing. Being John had received head numerous times from several different girls, he knew just what and what not to do...

As John lost himself in the rhythmic sucking and pulling at Larraq's manhood, Larraq just stood looking down in a state of shock. Larraq had always prided himself at being a very skilled lover, but never in his life had he ever thought to do such a thing... Perhaps he had misjudged this John Crichton; he had perceived him unfamiliar with the ways of pleasuring another male... But this, this thing that was being done to him now, was like nothing he had ever experienced before. And if he didn't stop John soon, he would be finished before he had

even begun. Gently Larraq lowered a hand onto John's head, immediately John stopped. As Larraq's hand caressed his cheek he slowly stood, the hand continued to guide John's lips to meet and join his. Between the shower water and their own juices combining, it was a very hot, wet, sloppy kiss.

Because Larraq had to bend slightly to kiss John, there erect cocks were now also greeting each other; enthusiastically rubbing up against the other, like they too were old friends.

Larraq could stand it no longer... He broke free and silently holding John's hands, walked backwards out from the water. As they entered the middle of the room the spell was broken as Larraq tripped over his own boot. Once again, a now wet, aggravated Larraq lay sprawled across the floor, John held both hands to his mouth trying to contain the laugh within. "You find this very amusing, do you?" Larraq questioned, through knit eyebrows. "Yeah," snicker... "Yeah I do." and John could not

contain himself any longer. Upon hearing the laughter reigning forth from John, Larraq grabbed his legs and tackled him to the floor. After a bit of wrestling and flopping about, they finally made it onto the bed. Larraq's curiosity got the better of him. "What happened to your bed?" "Uh, Saturday Night Fever meets Monday Nitro." was

John's smart-ass response. Larraq was getting use to John not directly answering some questions and decided not to pursue it, he had much more important things to spend his precious time on. And commenced by once again, collecting John up into his arms for another kiss.

Now that they were finally naked, Larraq wasted no

time in learning every part of John... He used his hands to roam over; around and between anything he was allowed to explore. This puzzled him; John had done that exquisite new thing to his

genitals, yet John would not let himself be touched there? Finally Larraq could not stand it any longer, he was tired of having his hand guided, pushed and once even slapped away.

"John? I am puzzled about something?" he began. "M mm mm," John answered, from behind the ear he was now nuzzling. "No seriously. Now stop!" and he pulled John up to

face him. "Why will you not let me touch between your legs?"

Through a blush John mumbled something incoherent.

"In the water" Larraq pointed towards the shower. "You did something I have never even dreamed of...

Yet when I wish to give you pleasure, you slap my hand. Why?" John took a deep breath into his lungs... "I told you before, I've never been with a guy before." Larraq looked puzzled. "Where I come from it's one of the things we, Err,

do... You know, with a mate." "So this thing you did... You have done it before?" John sighed "Yeah! I mean... Well, I've had it done TO me tons of times, I've just never, you know been on offense." Larraq let out a huge warm laugh. "What's so fuckin' funny?" John was starting to feel very self-conscious. Larraq stopped "You are a very curious creature John Crichton." "Now what's that, suppose to mean?" John snapped. Larraq explained it to him, verbally.

After John understood Larraq's mind a bit better, Larraq asked. "So, will you now allow me full access to your body?" 'Gulp' was all John could say, but he scooted onto

his back. He then crossed both arms over his tightly closed eyes, so that Larraq could 'have his way with him'. Just as Larraq was about to make contact... "Only from the front! No back door passes, Got it!" and John was once again motionless and silent.

Larraq spent several moments just taking in the beauty of Johns body. "Hmm, Where to begin?" he thought as a wicked little grin, John was not privy to, spread across his face.

Larraq began by applying soft, light kisses all over his collar bone, slowly moving down to the nipples, applying his slick tongue to each. Shivers ran through John as kisses were placed upon his tummy. Larraq continued using his tongue, dipping it into his navel repeatedly. This was almost more than John could bear, he had always been very ticklish and his senses were raw. His feelings of trepidation and fear were overpowered quickly by his even stronger feelings of lust.

Finally it was Larraq who couldn't take it any longer, and headed south. As he reached his hand out to grasp the now fully erect penis. John sucked in his breath, but remained motionless with

his arms tightly over his face. Larraq continued to restrain himself a bit, by just holding it in his grip. Gently he began pumping it slowly. John could feel Larraq's breath and knew what was next... Like a lollipop Larraq lapped at the tip of John's cock, marveling, as John had done, at it's wondrous texture. When he felt John relax a bit, he continued his puppy licks down along the shaft. After he had fully explored it's entire length, he pulled the entire head into his mouth, and remembering what John had done to him, began sucking and rolling his tongue simultaneously over

the head. John was now lost in the moment, he lowered his arms from his face. Grasping Larraq by the hair, without uttering a sound, he guided the novice as best he could. Because this was completely new to Larraq, he didn't quit have the timing and rhythm of the sucking and pumping. John who was now absorbed in watching the entire event, reached down to help, by grasping his own cock. Larraq instinctively caressed his balls, and continued sucking and licking, only having to be told once to watch the teeth. As the rhythm increased Larraq could feel the penis in his mouth

harden and swell ever so slightly and as John rolled his hips forward, he murmured "I'm cumming!" Larraq had no idea what this meant and disregarded the warning. As the warm, white liquid rushed into Larraq's mouth, a little throaty moan escaped John's lips. Without hesitation Larraq swallowed the salty fluid, realizing mid stream what "I'm cumming!" meant. Still holding Larraq's head by one hand John coaxed him away from his cock. Placing his cheek onto John's thigh Larraq smiled and wiped his mouth.

The two men stayed like this for several minutes lost in there own worlds. Larraq was reveling in all the wonders taught to him by this inferior human. Maybe he had misjudged this creature? John thoughts were also on what had just transpired. But he was pondering just how far he was going to allow all of this to go... Larraq maneuvered himself behind John and in the classic spoon position they fell asleep.

When Larraq woke John was lying on his right side, turned almost onto his stomach. His right leg was straight but the left hip was bent at a 90-degree angle. He was breathing very deeply. Tentatively Larraq began to rub his hand over John's cool back. As John continued to sleep Larraq moved down to that gorgeous ass. He squeezed and kneaded it gently. John was slowly stirring but remained in that delicious state between waking and sleep. Larraq cuddled in close, pressing his body to John's backside. He continued roaming his hand around and down John's buttocks and thigh. He gradually increased the range to include slightly grazing his scrotum. John continued to remain in a pleasant state of slight delirium. Larraq was now blatantly including John's balls in the ass/thigh fondling expedition. Increasing his reach he was now able to include John's cock. As he stroked John from below, John began instinctively to grind his ass rhythmically into Larraq's forearm. Larraq whispered. "Can you reach your cock, yourself?" A very quite "Yeah." was John's reply as he used his right hand to take over the masturbation. Larraq pulled his hand away for just a moment. When it returned it had a mouthful of spit on it... Larraq delicately slathered the spit onto John's anus. Ever so slowly he eased his middle finger in. John's first reaction was to clench, but Larraq did not move and in no time John had relaxed and began again jacking off. With only the tip of his finger inserted, he began to wiggle

it back and forth slightly. A tiny groan escaped John's lips, he was reeling, and an unbelievably delicious sensation almost like vertigo overcame him. Larraq did not penetrate any deeper; he just increased the motion. But by the time John was ready to cum Larraq was inserting about half of his finger into and out of John's ass. After John had shot his wad into a tee shirt, he was quickly collected up into the tender arms of Larraq. Larraq knew that if this really was John's first experience with a male he had better make him feel protected. John clung to Larraq for dear life, as a whirlwind of emotions swept through his brain. "Was he now a fag? Wow, that was great! Oh my God, how disgusting! I've never cum like that before! What would dad think? Man, that blew my mind!"

As John increasingly began returning to the here and now the feelings that came forth the strongest

were those of happiness and peace. Realizing he had a genuine attraction and affection for Larraq helped John finally come to a decision about their relationship and the future of his heterosexuality. Meanwhile, Larraq had resumed his own assault on John's senses, beginning at his neck. Almost immediately John began to return the kisses passionately... Once again completely entwined and totally exhausted they dozed off.

It was John who roused first this time. Looking over at the snoozing man next to him he was again filled with a mixture of emotions, but calmly he sorted through them. Concluding that, as long as he was in this cell, he would hold nothing back from Larraq, not his emotions, his thoughts and now not even his body. John had to piss, so he quietly got up. The cool empty space in the bed caused Larraq to stir. John stood in the bathroom doorway and watched him as he stretched and yawned like a big ol' cat in the sun. "Good morning Sunshine." John said. " Morning? No it's not morning..." Larraq commented casually, "But it is GOOD!" as another yawn escaped his grinning face. The DRD had earlier delivered John's rations. He was now collecting them up. " Would you like some breakfast?" Now Larraq was propped onto an elbow. "In my uniform..." and he nodded towards the crumpled pile of cloth, leather and metal on the floor. "What in here?" John asked as he picked it up and brought it to Larraq. >From within one pocket came forth several more packets of military rations, from another a flask,

and a third held several long red vegetable tubers. John had had these before, Zhaan was very fond of them and would procure them whenever possible. "I'll take a Roobzee. Thanks. " and John bit down

into the crunchy, nutty flavored root. "So John Crichton, what have you been up to since I was here the last time?" Larraq said through sips of nourishment. John finally was able to thank Larraq for all the provisions and surprises in the crate. He expressed his deep gratitude for the gesture, especially how much it had meant to him to receive

his journal. "How did you know about my journal?" John asked. "Aeryn Sun told me about it." was his casual reply. "But I thought Aeryn thinks I'm dead, at your hands no less?" He responded with surprise. "Yes. This is true." "You mean Aeryn actually speaks to you, even though you killed me?" John was getting very confused and agitated. " Why yes, of course she speaks to me, she is now under my command." John couldn't believe what he was hearing; Aeryn is no longer contaminated that was great, but she has forgotten all about him and what they shared.

What John did not know and that Larraq purposely did not share, was that Aeryn Sun now did know that John Crichton lives, and she was helping him in his plan...

Larraq just explained that she had been very sad for a long time, but that as a soldier she understood why he had been killed and came to accept it. Somehow Larraq's answers made just enough sense to

John that he accepted them.

When Larraq had finished eating he started collecting up all his stuff that had been strewn everywhere. " I have a little time yet...," he said as he began dressing. " This journal of yours, was it as important as Officer Sun said it was to you?" " Yes, God yes! It contained all my notes and sketches from my experience aboard Moya. I have added much much more to it since then." he said through a smile. "Would you like to see?" John also had dressed, well he put his pants on, and was now sitting on the edge of the bed next to

Larraq leafing through his journal. Larraq would have him stop occasionally to explain

something that had caught his eye, he could not read the strange scribblings, but he was very interested in the pictures. When John reached the end a big smile filled Larraq's face. "What?" John tentatively asked. " I do not see a drawing of the gift I have given you John Crichton?" " Yeah well... I don't... Um, I mean... It's just...What the hell is it anyway!" he finally blurted out. Larraq lets out a huge laugh. " Have you located the button on the handle?" " Yeah." said John meekly " And you still do not know what to do with it?" Larraq asked slyly. " Does it have to do with, what we, Um, you know, did today?" A knowing smile and nod was the answer given by Larraq. A blush was John's only reply.

Larraq kissed his forehead and began putting his boots on.

"Will you return soon?" John asked quietly realizing that this visit was really over. " Well, it is hard to say... I always come whenever I can, as soon as I can." Seriously Larraq continued. "There are things going on board this vessel that do not concern you as yet, but I will come back for you as soon as it is safe."

He then gathered John up for a final embrace.

No beeping combadge this time, they parted in the traditional Earth way, with hugs, kisses and good-byes. John even stood by the door and waved as he watched Larraq disappear down the corridor.

END Love the One your With, Act IV by Loki