Mermaids ... IN SPACE!!

Blue the Space Pirate Mechanic/Khiaw the Space Pirate Captain, theme: mistletoe.

Spin The Bottle: Mistletoe

There are tiny red plastic balls, emerging from strangely dented green frills suspended over every single airlock the ship has, and Blue doesn't know when they got there or why. It's like they just sprouted into existence, and that's slightly worrisome.

Khiaw sees him standing at the kitchen door and joins him, smiling faintly. He's wearing a white shirt with the top buttons undone, giving teasing peeks of throat and the hollow of a collarbone, and when he speaks, Blue has almost forgotten what he was wondering about.

"It's a midwinter tradition for Oriana's people."

"Huh," Blue replies intelligently as he gives the red bubbles and green triangles a confused frown. "Weird."

Khiaw chuckles quietly, and Blue reaches up to poke at the things, so that his eyes won't betray the shiver that voice is sending down his back. He's sure Khiaw would be very discreet about it, if he noticed. Very understanding and accepting. He would never breathe a word of Blue's stupid schoolboy crush to anyone else.

It kinda pisses Blue off, just a bit. The little thrills he gets around his captain are fun in their own way, but they would be funnier if he knew there was a chance in hell it might end in more than him wanking in the machine room. Khiaw's got this weird policy where he thinks he should be fucking them all or none at all, to avoid interpersonal messes; but the other guys are straight -- though Darel's mancrush is as bad as Blue's, just a little more platonic -- and Lujayn is as interested in sleeping with Khiaw as a leopard in sleeping with a tiger. Mostly it's an excuse to keep Oriana, Alind, and Blue at bay.

"Apparently, the tradition demands that people who meet in a doorway exchange a kiss."

"Really," he replies, noncommittal, not even sneaking a glance at him. Khiaw's feelings do that weird smooth-ripple thing, and he smiles his little secret smile, and his green, green eyes glint like a big, well-fed cat who's letting a mouse go just because he feels like it, and that's it, Blue can't take it anymore, the sexiness and the subtle teasing and the blank wall that refuses him insight. "Well, if it's tradition."

He's almost a head taller than his captain, but then Khiaw isn't that tall to begin with. He swoops down, hands on his shoulders, pushing him against the doorjamb -- not hard, but firmly. Khiaw started it, by coming to meet him in the doorway and mentioning the tradition. It's like he wants to be kissed. Who is Blue to deny him?

He seals their mouths together, tongue tracing the seam of Khiaw's lips, pushing his way in.

That's about as long as he stays in total control.

Next thing he knows, his mouth is under assault, his lips are tingling; he can feel teeth catching his tongue, just tight enough to be threatening, and then it's released only for Khiaw to counterattack, invading his mouth thoroughly. Suddenly he isn't looming over Khiaw, he's leaning on him, because his knees are weak and his underwear is growing constricting, oh god, what the hell is going on, he thought Khiaw wasn't allowed to make a move. Goddamn it, Blue knows as well as anyone how volatile are relationships on a spaceship crew; they had a balance, why is he doing that now -- oh, tongue, sliding in and out of his mouth, he wonders if Khiaw fucks like that, long and slow, lazily powerful... no, wait, it's bad, what if Oriana sees, and then Vartan will -- and Dhaval -- Lujayn...

Khiaw lets him go, with that same little smirk on reddened, damp lips. Maybe the smirk is a little softer, Blue is still a little too stunned to tell.

"See? It wasn't what you wanted after all."

Khiaw pats his shoulder and walks off, leaving Blue alone in the doorway to the kitchen, with his lips still red and puffy and a tent in his pants.

He glares up at the red and green plastic. He's going to have a grand time hunting every single one of those bastards and throwing them into the recycler. And if anyone else tries to kiss him, he's kicking their asses.

But first, he has to masturbate.