Kent/Feldspar
Dec. 13th, 2024 07:37 pm"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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Date: 2025-03-23 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2025-03-23 06:54 pm (UTC)"Fuck, baby, that's so good..."
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Date: 2025-03-23 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-23 07:36 pm (UTC)He's already most of the way there, beads of sweat forming along his skin as it does. He feels so hot, so goddamn hot, and then he bucks into their mouth as he comes.
"Oh my god," he breathes, words punctuated by gentle sighs.
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Date: 2025-03-23 08:43 pm (UTC)He pulls back with a quiet cough, immediately ducking down to lick the sweat heading on Kent’s stomach.
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Date: 2025-03-24 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-24 01:51 am (UTC)They sit up and shuffle awkwardly to the nightstand to look for something to use to ease their way. “Rest up while you can.”
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Date: 2025-03-24 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-24 02:06 am (UTC)They bring a bottle of oil typically used on delicate hatchling skin into the bed, pausing to shuck off their pants. The air hits all those sensitive areas of theirs and they shiver in excitement.
“On your back okay? I want to look at you.”
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Date: 2025-03-24 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-24 03:34 pm (UTC)Feldspar crawls onto the bed again, fitting themselves between Kent’s legs and prying open the bottle with surprisingly unsteady hands. They can whip around the sun with no issue, so why is this making them so nervous?
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Date: 2025-03-24 03:36 pm (UTC)Kent reaches down and takes their hand. "I haven't done this in a while," he admits, feeling the nerves himself. "I've been wanting to."
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Date: 2025-03-24 03:59 pm (UTC)“I’d think about it, y’know,” they admit quietly, “when I was up in space all alone in my ship. I’d think about all the ways I could have you. I thought about this a lot. How you’d look and feel, what you’d sound like….”
That’s how they knew they were in love. They were up in the stars living their dream, and their head was filled with thoughts of Kent down on Timber Hearth.
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Date: 2025-03-25 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-25 02:05 am (UTC)“Is this okay? Do you need more?” If it’s been a while then they can pause.
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Date: 2025-03-25 02:12 am (UTC)He groans and presses into the pillows, closing his eyes. "God...no," he murmurs. "I mean.. yeah, it's good. No, I don't need more."
He relaxes into his touch.
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Date: 2025-03-25 02:22 am (UTC)“Stars,” they gasp softly. “You’re so hot on the inside.”
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Date: 2025-03-25 05:32 pm (UTC)Kent holds one arm around them, his fingers trailing along their back. It takes him a moment to get used to the new pressure, but when he does -
"God...you're perfect," he mutters. They're smaller than what Kent is used to, but that doesn't matter. They hit him right that first time and he feels a flush of pleasure.
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Date: 2025-03-27 01:04 am (UTC)to, but they’re strong and eager and quick to find a rhythm that makes Kent’s toes curl.
“You’re pretty good yourself,” they say, laughing under their breath in between sharp snaps of their hips.
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Date: 2025-03-27 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-27 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-27 01:57 am (UTC)Kent fights against them a little, but wraps his legs around them instead, holding them tight so that he can rock up into them.
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Date: 2025-03-27 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-27 02:28 am (UTC)"You are so good," he mutters.
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