eta #07: a perfect moment (Commander Cook's Little Prodigy by Lob)
Title: Commander Cook's Little Prodigy
Author: Lob
Fandom: Starfighter
Pairing: Cain x Abel
Theme: eta #07: a perfect moment
Rating: Adults because the fandom is an explicit adult webcomic
Warning: very tame. Some adult language
Summary: Abel is the new kid in town. Part 2/30
Disclaimer: Starfighter belongs to Hamletmachine. I'm just making stuff up while I wait for the next awesome SF update
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“ALL RED TEAM NAVIGATORS REPORT TO BRIEFING ROOM DELTA IMMEDIATELY”
The hallway filled to near capacity as the Red team navigators moved towards the briefing room. Abel let himself be jostled along, not interested in being among the first to enter the room as when he was a student attending classes at the academy. He picked a seat near the back row where he would not be noticed immediately by the officer in charge of the meeting. From what he had heard, the meeting would be no name, no blame but that did not mean he wanted to attract attention. The gossipy navigator he had encountered earlier had confirmed Abel's fear that others viewed him as a brown-nose-newbie-know-it-all who was only looking to score points with the senior officers.
Abel took his seat and stretched out his legs instead of sitting at attention. After awhile, he leaned to his right, propping his elbow on the small desktop provided with each seat before resting his chin on his fist. Attentive, but somewhat disinterested, was the look he hoped to project, but he doubted he was pulling it off very well. Still, it was exciting to be here. This was the briefing for his first battle, and Abel knew he had done well.
The room quieted down when Commander Cook made his entrance. The officer in charge saluted him before proceeding with the briefing.
The holo-vid display in the center of the circular room hummed softly as it recreated yesterday's battle. On one side of the display was the column-shaped Alliance starbase 1138. Opposite it was the scoop shape of the Imperial starbase with its escort of scout ships and fighters. The holo-vid -- slowed down to allow the officer in charge to focus on and analyze particular engagements -- appeared to have the other navigators' complete attention. Abel let the words and images wash over him. At this point, the holo looked more like fireflies flitting around a glow stick.
It took some effort, but Abel's eyes never wandered from the display as the Reliant was mentioned several times during the briefing, yet he was aware of other navigators glancing back at him. It turned out the Reliant had scored the most kills yesterday. Whispered names and half finished questions reached his ears, however Abel refused to acknowledge them. This was not at all like the meetings after simulator practice where he would have gladly answered questions and debated the best actions to take. Not this time and not any more. He had survived a real battle by making decisions he knew would keep him and Cain alive, and what ever the other navigators might have done differently did not interest him.
Commander Cook cleared his throat and the briefing room quieted down once more. Abel covered his mouth when a jaw cracking yawn threatened to escape. How much longer was this meeting going to drag on? The battle, although intense, hadn't even lasted this long.
To his chagrin, sitting reminded him of everything Cain had done to him last night, so it didn't take long for his mind to wander off in that direction. Abel tried not to shift about in his seat as his cock thickened while he recalled the amazing sensation of Cain's mouth sucking him in. Damn. Even after jerking-off in the shower this morning, he was ready to go again. It was all Cain's fault of course. Abel had been resigned to letting his sex life idle along, but Cain, in less than twenty-four hours, had bashed through Abel's defenses and hit the burst thrusters. Now his own desires threatened to shake him apart.
Would Cain even show up at their room tonight? By the end of the battle, Abel trusted the aggressive fighter out in the black, yet when discretion was needed, he wondered if Cain was going to do more damage to his rep than any half-ass rumor. Cain had left without waking him. And no, Abel did not believe it was some kind gesture. Abel did not need a flowery love note set on his pillow or anything sappy like that. However, a few words would have been welcomed, even a quick kiss goodbye. Was Cain keeping a low profile in case Abel said something stupid at the meeting? Did he think Abel might be regretting last night to the point of asking Commander Cook to assign him a different fighter?
“Meeting adjourned. Dismissed,”the officer in charge called loud enough to make Abel flinch when he realized how completely he had been absorbed in his own thoughts.
He stood up with the Red Team navigators to salute Commander Cook and the other officers. To his surprise, Commander Cook began to make his way towards him. The other navigators parted before the senior officer so fast it almost looked like they might tumble over. Abel blinked once and Cook was standing before him.
“Bravo Zulu,” the older man said, clapping him on the shoulder. Abel acknowledged the commander's praise with a quick nod and "Thank you, sir," before Cook continued on his way out of the briefing room. Too late, Abel realized just how big a grin he was sporting when the chatter around him picked up in volume.
To his delight, it was as if something important clicked into place. He truly was a navigator now, not just some simulator jockey who had never faced death in a real skirmish. Starting today, the shadow of his father's deep disapproval would not pollute Abel's satisfaction in the path he had chosen. His life was on course, and neither his father nor Cain would be allowed to interfere with it despite the unsettling dream images his mind had presented him last night.
Several officers and many more navigators gathered around him, slapping his back hard enough to sting while shouting their congratulations. It was not long before a few of the navigators invited Abel to join them in the mess hall for a cup of coffee and a late breakfast. Abel agreed to go along, and even had to laugh a little as his stomach rumbled to remind him he had not eaten since yesterday.
"Right behind you," he called as they left the briefing room. With his doubts and fears laid to rest now, Abel looked forward to being a part of Red Team.
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Author: Lob
Fandom: Starfighter
Pairing: Cain x Abel
Theme: eta #07: a perfect moment
Rating: Adults because the fandom is an explicit adult webcomic
Warning: very tame. Some adult language
Summary: Abel is the new kid in town. Part 2/30
Disclaimer: Starfighter belongs to Hamletmachine. I'm just making stuff up while I wait for the next awesome SF update
Previous
“ALL RED TEAM NAVIGATORS REPORT TO BRIEFING ROOM DELTA IMMEDIATELY”
The hallway filled to near capacity as the Red team navigators moved towards the briefing room. Abel let himself be jostled along, not interested in being among the first to enter the room as when he was a student attending classes at the academy. He picked a seat near the back row where he would not be noticed immediately by the officer in charge of the meeting. From what he had heard, the meeting would be no name, no blame but that did not mean he wanted to attract attention. The gossipy navigator he had encountered earlier had confirmed Abel's fear that others viewed him as a brown-nose-newbie-know-it-all who was only looking to score points with the senior officers.
Abel took his seat and stretched out his legs instead of sitting at attention. After awhile, he leaned to his right, propping his elbow on the small desktop provided with each seat before resting his chin on his fist. Attentive, but somewhat disinterested, was the look he hoped to project, but he doubted he was pulling it off very well. Still, it was exciting to be here. This was the briefing for his first battle, and Abel knew he had done well.
The room quieted down when Commander Cook made his entrance. The officer in charge saluted him before proceeding with the briefing.
The holo-vid display in the center of the circular room hummed softly as it recreated yesterday's battle. On one side of the display was the column-shaped Alliance starbase 1138. Opposite it was the scoop shape of the Imperial starbase with its escort of scout ships and fighters. The holo-vid -- slowed down to allow the officer in charge to focus on and analyze particular engagements -- appeared to have the other navigators' complete attention. Abel let the words and images wash over him. At this point, the holo looked more like fireflies flitting around a glow stick.
It took some effort, but Abel's eyes never wandered from the display as the Reliant was mentioned several times during the briefing, yet he was aware of other navigators glancing back at him. It turned out the Reliant had scored the most kills yesterday. Whispered names and half finished questions reached his ears, however Abel refused to acknowledge them. This was not at all like the meetings after simulator practice where he would have gladly answered questions and debated the best actions to take. Not this time and not any more. He had survived a real battle by making decisions he knew would keep him and Cain alive, and what ever the other navigators might have done differently did not interest him.
Commander Cook cleared his throat and the briefing room quieted down once more. Abel covered his mouth when a jaw cracking yawn threatened to escape. How much longer was this meeting going to drag on? The battle, although intense, hadn't even lasted this long.
To his chagrin, sitting reminded him of everything Cain had done to him last night, so it didn't take long for his mind to wander off in that direction. Abel tried not to shift about in his seat as his cock thickened while he recalled the amazing sensation of Cain's mouth sucking him in. Damn. Even after jerking-off in the shower this morning, he was ready to go again. It was all Cain's fault of course. Abel had been resigned to letting his sex life idle along, but Cain, in less than twenty-four hours, had bashed through Abel's defenses and hit the burst thrusters. Now his own desires threatened to shake him apart.
Would Cain even show up at their room tonight? By the end of the battle, Abel trusted the aggressive fighter out in the black, yet when discretion was needed, he wondered if Cain was going to do more damage to his rep than any half-ass rumor. Cain had left without waking him. And no, Abel did not believe it was some kind gesture. Abel did not need a flowery love note set on his pillow or anything sappy like that. However, a few words would have been welcomed, even a quick kiss goodbye. Was Cain keeping a low profile in case Abel said something stupid at the meeting? Did he think Abel might be regretting last night to the point of asking Commander Cook to assign him a different fighter?
“Meeting adjourned. Dismissed,”the officer in charge called loud enough to make Abel flinch when he realized how completely he had been absorbed in his own thoughts.
He stood up with the Red Team navigators to salute Commander Cook and the other officers. To his surprise, Commander Cook began to make his way towards him. The other navigators parted before the senior officer so fast it almost looked like they might tumble over. Abel blinked once and Cook was standing before him.
“Bravo Zulu,” the older man said, clapping him on the shoulder. Abel acknowledged the commander's praise with a quick nod and "Thank you, sir," before Cook continued on his way out of the briefing room. Too late, Abel realized just how big a grin he was sporting when the chatter around him picked up in volume.
To his delight, it was as if something important clicked into place. He truly was a navigator now, not just some simulator jockey who had never faced death in a real skirmish. Starting today, the shadow of his father's deep disapproval would not pollute Abel's satisfaction in the path he had chosen. His life was on course, and neither his father nor Cain would be allowed to interfere with it despite the unsettling dream images his mind had presented him last night.
Several officers and many more navigators gathered around him, slapping his back hard enough to sting while shouting their congratulations. It was not long before a few of the navigators invited Abel to join them in the mess hall for a cup of coffee and a late breakfast. Abel agreed to go along, and even had to laugh a little as his stomach rumbled to remind him he had not eaten since yesterday.
"Right behind you," he called as they left the briefing room. With his doubts and fears laid to rest now, Abel looked forward to being a part of Red Team.
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