Space Smut

7:03 AM, NOVEMBER 25, 2063, SEATTLE, WA

Oscar looked over Jesse’s muscular back to watch the sunrise—the last sunrise he’d see on Earth. A countdown timer had started ticking in his mind. Only ten hours remained until liftoff, and he still needed to jilt Jesse, his dimwitted lover, in the next two hours.

Oscar’s inner turmoil added layers of emotions to the sunrise. While he wished he could just appreciate the beauty of a tangerine sky peppered with fuchsia clouds over Elliot Bay and Seattle’s skyline, he felt guilt and some premature nostalgia for his life here. As much as he wanted to start his new life and contribute to humanity’s evolution in space, he felt sad to leave Jesse behind and to never have another morning like this.

Jesse rolled over and kissed him. His hand grazed Oscar’s nipple and reached southward across his chest before grabbing and squeezing Oscar’s morning wood.

“Good morning, daddy,” Jesse said. “I see you’re frisky this morning.”

Oscar cringed unnoticeably. He never wanted to play the gay daddy role. Despite years of coaching, Jesse still hadn’t learned that Oscar despised the daddy talk. It was a sensitive subject for Oscar this morning as he was about to become a deadbeat, of sorts, by abandoning his lover for a space colonization mission. Jesse knew nothing about Oscar’s departure for the space mission.

Oscar tried to rationalize everything again. Jesse wouldn’t be a kitten tossed in a dumpster. He’d have their apartment in Seattle and a generous stipend from him. Their community of friends would commiserate with him and provide company. Yet, the abandonment would suck. Jesse’d need years of therapy after it.

He pictured himself floating in a spaceship with the galaxy or Saturn outside the window. He wanted to float in space since childhood. Dione Starwick’s classic music video for Space Babe One gave him, and presumably many other gay boys, that dream. Thanks to Dione, he also knew that space could get pretty kinky with aliens and tentacles—in fiction. Sadly, his life wouldn’t be like that. Toys and holographic simulations would have to fulfill his fantasies.

He pictured his destination, Titan, Saturn’s moon. Titan was foreign but strangely familiar. Titan had an atmosphere, unlike every other moon in the solar system. The thick atmosphere and weak gravity made it possible to fly in a winged suit. Titan’s mountains, lakes, seas, rivers, and rain looked like Earth’s but were different. Instead of water, Titan’s surface had liquid methane at approximately -180°C. Liquid water only existed in Titan’s subterranean lakes. Oscar dreaded the idea of living in a place as dark as Titan, where the sun never shines. Seattle’s winters were bad enough, but this would be next-level dark.

Feeling satisfied that his life would become the adventure he needed, he tried to recompose himself and focus on this moment with Jesse.

Shut up, fucking brain! Oscar thought. Enjoy the pleasure of the flesh one last time. This is my last contact.

Oblivious to Oscar’s meandering thoughts, Jesse’s finger slowly traveled the length of Oscar’s erect cock, gently brushing and tapping it. Oscar’s cock twitched with pleasure; he recovered.

No longer fucking around, Jesse tossed the sheets aside. A few drops of pre-cum exited Oscar’s penis, and Jesse rubbed it on his dickhead with a single finger.

“Oh,” Jesse proclaimed as Oscar emitted pre-cum.

Oscar wanted Jesse to sniff or taste it, but he rubbed it around as lube and kissed Oscar—how vanilla. Oscar loved to taste, sniff, and play with pre-cum, but sniffing and tasting weren’t Jesse’s thing. Jesse could be a bit traditional when it came to sex. Oscar believed pre-cum was the purest source of a man’s pheromones, and the best way to see if he was sexually compatible with someone.

“You like when I rub your moist member, don’t cha?” Jesse asked with a twang.

Oscar scoffed, and his dick recoiled. Fuck! The fucking worst alliteration in English won’t get me hard. How hasn’t he learned to dirty talk?

Jesse continued jerking Oscar’s cock, but Oscar’s thoughts inevitably wandered. How would Jesse react when he learned that Oscar had run away to space? Oscar would effectively be dead to Jesse, as he would undergo cryo-sleep as the ship traveled to Titan, the moon of Saturn.

Oscar hoped the AI chatbots would impersonate him believably until the space mission made the news. Green Frontier’s first space colonization mission of Jupiter’s and Saturn’s moons inevitably would be a big story. Oscar’s non-disclosure agreement prevented him from discussing the mission with anyone, even his lover. As a private corporation, it had no obligation to notify the public. While Oscar was destined for Titan, others were headed to Enceladus, Europa, Callisto, and Ganymede. It would be impossible to return to Earth after this mission. The mission was a lifelong commitment. Science and humanity’s future among the cosmos were more important than this relationship or Jesse’s feelings.

Oscar felt relieved, believing Jesse wouldn’t get suspicious until he’d left Earth. In general, Jesse wasn’t the type to get suspicious. He was simple and trusting, had the pedigree of a golden retriever, and commonly said, he ‘grew up on a charcuterie.’

Eventually, Jesse’d know and receive a goodbye email from Oscar. The email, a betrayal in the medium itself after all the years, wouldn’t help. A fucking email was the worst way for Oscar to express his dissatisfaction in their relationship, but now it was too late.

Jesse didn’t care about science or space. He cared about Oscar. He was loving, supportive, and loyal to a fault. Jesse never failed him over the past five years. Ghosting Jesse was inexcusable.

Oscar recognized it was too late to back out of the mission. He’d committed to do it. Now he needed to deal with the repercussions of his decision.

As Jesse lovingly sucked Oscar’s cock, he remembered that Jesse, the poor bastard, didn’t know that this was their goodbye. Nevertheless, this morning fuck was too pleasurable for bad news to interrupt it.

Oscar hoped Jesse would find new love, perhaps a plastic surgeon. They could bond over Botox, bespoke lighting, artisanal furniture, and pop music. Yes, Jesse could thrive as a desperate housewife of Alki Beach or Madison Park. Madison Park was home to all the rich and old gays. Jesse loved them. Oscar couldn’t give him that life.

Oscar was stiff as a shower rod from envisioning Jesse’s abandonment as a happy ending. For whatever reason, the thought of lip injections and plastic surgery made Oscar’s cock harder.

Jesse slowly increased the tempo of his jerk and suck on Oscar’s cock. Obligated to reciprocate, Oscar grabbed Jesse’s penis and just held it, alternating between a gentle hold and a firm squeeze. He rubbed Jesse’s balls with his other hand. Jesse loved ball play of the slow and grabby variety.

Oscar contemplated that this fine cock would be the last one he ever held besides his own. He felt surprisingly okay with this thought. It was a marvelous cock: somewhat thick, cut with a plump head, and 73rd percentile by length when erect. Admirable, considering he was 5’7”.

Wonderful! An American delicacy! Laverne, a haggard queen, screamed in a raspy, smoke-laden voice in his head. Laverne was Oscar’s drag queen alter ego and voiced Oscar’s most snide comments, the ones he feared saying out loud.

Oscar dreaded that he’d soon be alone in the abyss of space with Laverne, the spiteful and haggard bitch in his head, for company. It sounded terrifying.

He wondered how the fuck he was selected for this mission. There were eight billion people on Earth. What made him, “uniquely qualified.” It’s not like he was special. Something felt suspicious. He should’ve had a lawyer to read the job offer’s fine print. Why had he agreed to go to Titan when he knew nothing about the mission?

Oscar went limp. His inner monologue was his boner’s worst enemy. It had unceremoniously ended several decent fucks with thoughts about crazy ex-roommates, goats, unfortunate bouts of food poisoning, taxes, and his neurotic worries.

Jesse started fingering his own asshole—an exciting and unexpected turn of events. Jesse flipped onto his back.

Jesse asked, “Do you want it? I did a colonoscopy prep just for you. I’m vacuous right now. My ass wants to eat your ass so much, it’s gaping.”

Vacuous? Gaping? Oscar wondered at the horrid description. Regardless, he perked up at the opportunity to top one last time. This was something his toys couldn’t offer.

Oscar eagerly made the most of the moment by prepping his cock with a generous amount of lube on his cock. Raw dog with lube, as he liked it. He inserted himself. Jesse moaned deeply and squeezed Oscar’s hand as Oscar slid right in.

“Look into my eyes and kiss me,” Jesse commanded.

Oscar tried but couldn’t. It felt like a lie. He’d be gone in another hour. Oscar held up Jesse’s legs and started to slowly hump him.

“I love you,” Jesse said.

“I love you, too,” Oscar replied.

Oscar meant it, even if it was in a horrible and dysfunctional way. More than anything, he wanted to experience one more perfect moment with his lover.

As they made love for the last time, Oscar thought about how he’d never have sex with another man. While true, he didn’t know that his sex life would only become weirder and kinkier in space.