openmisc | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

videointhenoise

"Do you want me to argue that or would you rather I do something else with my tongue, huh?"

And he flicks the tip of it with a flat tongue, listening to the sounds they make as he slides his mouth around them fully.

From:

getfeldsparred

As easily as the snark would normally come, Feldspar finds that their mouth goes completely dry. Nope, that’s what they want, forget the rest.

They tentatively put their hand on Kent’s head, just wanting to pet their soft hair again.

From:

videointhenoise

Kent moans softly at the touch, reaching up to wrap one hand around their wrist.

He bobs his head, finding a steady rhythm, even as his tongue works them, wrapping around the tip.

From:

getfeldsparred

Kent’s hand tells Feldspar that it’s okay, so they continue touching his head, combing their fingers through his hair, occasionally tightening their grip as Kent sucks a little harder or hits a certain spot that makes them yelp.

They didn’t realize that this was something a person could be good at. Feldspar arches their back as they feel everything push and build and pull - and then they come, gasping loudly.

From:

videointhenoise

Kent isn't used to them yet, but he can't mistake that tension and release. He pulls away, the taste of them on his tongue. It's not like anything he knows, slightly sour and something like citrus, but he doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he rests his head on their stomach briefly, pressing a kiss there.

From:

getfeldsparred

Feldspar can hear themselves give another gasp for breath, but oddly enough they can’t feel anything but the weight of Kent’s head on their stomach.

When they’re a little more collected they smile and continue to pet Kent’s hair. No Hearthian skulls - from now on they want whoever’s in their bed to have hair, and that’s final.

“I hope you’re ready for hatchlings,” they deadpan, hoping Kent will rise to the bait.

From:

videointhenoise

Kent doesn’t even laugh. He kisses his stomach again. "Let's have five," he murmurs against his skin.

From:

getfeldsparred

Ohoohoo.

“Ten.”

They smooth Kent’s hair down.

From:

videointhenoise

He raises his head and his hair falls in his face. "Fifteen, and I get to name ten of them Kent Jr."

He smirks. "Which is a very funny joke."

From:

getfeldsparred

“Twenty, and I eat half of the Kent Jrs.”

Which is also a very funny joke.

From:

videointhenoise

Kent swallows hard, trying not to laugh.

"Hm. Deal."

He slides up their body and cuddles against them.

"How does that work, anyway?"

From:

getfeldsparred

Feldspar yanks Kent up a little further so they can enjoy themselves a good cuddle.

“What, hatchlings? Each of us has a fertility period. If we have sex then there’s usually an egg, but…” They sigh. “Eggs have a low rate of survival. It’s why there are so few of us.”

From:

videointhenoise

Kent nods. "Life is a miracle no matter what."

He wraps his fingers around their hand. "You don't have family units, so that makes raising the hatchlings a community venture. Any of those hatchlings from your genetics?" he wonders.

From:

getfeldsparred

Feldspar shakes their head, holding onto his hand.

“No, none of them are mine.”

They laugh quietly, a little self-deprecating. “It’s probably good that they don’t have my genetics.”

From:

videointhenoise

"No," Kent tells them. "I think they'd be lucky to have it. But - I dont have kids, either. Not really something I wanted."

He kisses them again, his hand on their jaw.

"But hey...now that we've effectively deflected the talk...this was nice."

From:

getfeldsparred

They can feel themselves grow warm at the compliment. Kent…really does seem to like them, huh?

They turn their head to press a kiss onto Kent’s lips. “Yeah. It really was. Do you…maybe wanna do it again some time?”

From:

videointhenoise

"Yeah. How about tomorrow?" he grins. "Or the morning. Maybe the afternoon if we can slip away?"

From:

getfeldsparred

They tilt their head. So, it’s like that. “Maybe all three?”

From:

videointhenoise

Kent laughs again, turning on his back. "Yeah, if you're up for it. But uh...after that, we should probably talk."

From:

getfeldsparred

Feldspar turns onto their side, wanting to look and admire all that pink skin and hair of Kent’s.

“Talk about what?”

From:

videointhenoise

"I'm not Hearthean," he tells them, eyes closed. "I've been here a while, but I'm not really the 'community love' sort."

He rests his hands on his stomach. "But it seems a little soon for this kind of talk."

From:

getfeldsparred

Feldspar blinks in surprise. Some have described them as fearless, but he doesn’t feel that way now.

“I guess so,” they say quietly, even if that’s not what they want to say at all.

They don’t want to share Kent. They don’t want others seeing Kent they way he is right now, vulnerable and bear. That’s…this is theirs, and only theirs.

From:

videointhenoise

"You guess so?"

He reaches down and takes their hand again, finding it close. "You wanna talk about it now?"

From:

getfeldsparred

Feldspar finds their bravery as they look at Kent again, studying his face with four wide eyes. They frown and move closer, pulling their hand away in order to touch his cheek.

“I’m not that kind of Hearthian. I don’t go bed-hopping.”