Kent Clark (
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openmisc2024-12-13 07:37 pm
Kent/Feldspar
"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
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"Think that'll keep you happy for a few hours?" he teases, taking their hand.
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They turn onto their side and their head finds its way onto his shoulder.
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Kent wraps an arm around them, breathing them in, listening to the sound of the hatchling murmuring in their sleep. "You can wake me up any time you need to," he murmurs.
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They quiet and fall asleep quickly, wiped out for the time being.
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He automatically sits up, rubbing his face. "They slept in," he murmurs.
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“I’ve got them. Go back to sleep.”
They pull on their trousers quickly and go to fetch the little hatchling to give them something to eat.
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Kent turns over and lies back down, but he doesn't sleep. He just rests a while, listening to the sounds of the two people he loves the most in the other room.
He'll wait for Feldspar.
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He kisses their cheek and closes his eyes to settle against their shoulders again.
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They push their hips back against Kent’s, a little more insistently this time.
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“I could fuck you now,” they remind him, pushing back to grind against him.
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"You could," he mutters, looping one leg around theirs.
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"I don't need that long," he murmurs. "But I do want to get fucked. You're lucky I'm a very enthusiastic switch."
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They turn over and grab Kent’s hips, pulling him flush against them. “You feel so nice. Can I fuck you like this? On your side?”
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He nods. "I'd like that," he mutters, wiggling his hips back against them.
"I want it hard tonight."
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They sit up and handle Kent until he’s facing the wall, happily sliding up behind him so they can press their cock insistently against him. They grope to find the oil from the night before and slick Kent’s hole with a slow push of their finger.
“Nice and tight. You’re gonna feel so good.”
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