Stephanie Vaughan

Excerpt: "Off World"

It was raining.

The sound of it falling on the ground, splattering as it hit, seeped
into Cal's consciousness. It took him a few seconds for his brain to
sort out why that struck him as odd.

He wasn't at home, lying in bed, listening to the slow drip of rain
that was an almost daily occurrence in Locke. He was on a ship
somewhere out beyond Mars.

He was lying on his back, body refusing to obey his brain's
commands. Head lolling in the direction of the sound, Cal
concentrated hard and got his eyes to open and … holy mother of
God … That wasn't rain at all. It was a shower. A shower containing
an extremely naked Sarhaan.

Water cascaded over muscles and skin, all very much exposed to
Cal's view. The light in the room was dim and Cal's brain -- still fuzzy
in his half-drunken state -- couldn't make sense of how Sarhaan
could be showering in the main room of his living quarters. Obviously
some type of in-room set up. Whatever. Most importantly, the man
was one-hundred percent, completely, bare-assed naked.

Good God in heaven. Cal tried to swallow and failed. His mouth, dry
and tasting like old socks, hung open. He'd never… never seen… of
course he'd imagined, sure. But… he'd simply had no idea.

Sure, he'd seen barely-clothed bodies before. Swimming was not
only a great way to keep fit, it was also the only socially acceptable
chance to see other men practically naked. But Cal was realizing
that 'practically' was a far cry from 'totally.'

Head tilted back to allow water to stream over his upturned face,
Sarhaan now faced away from where Cal lay on the room's only
couch. The last thing Cal remembered was drinking a beer and
talking about flying. How had he gotten to be prone and covered
with a blanket? When had the lights been turned down? And, most
importantly, when had Sarhaan removed his own clothing?

The way the muscles in the man's back and shoulders bunched and
flexed were was fascinating. Broad, broad shoulders bent inward and
Cal realized Sarhaan must be washing himself. Army life must be
strenuous in the extreme to sculpt muscles that powerful. Sturdy
feet were planted firmly under a toned and utterly beautiful body,
wide shoulders tapering down to a round, muscular butt. Cal could
only watch, mesmerized, as Sarhaan rotated slowly under the water
that beat down on his face as his hands and the rest of his front
came slowly into Cal's view.

An involuntary whimper rose at the back of his throat as Cal got a
look at muscular pecs and cobbled belly. Formidable thighs tapered
down to broad calves and feet, but it was the geography that lay
between that drew Cal's gaze like an irresistible tractor-beam.
Hands full of soapy bubbles that glowed faintly blue in the darkened
room, Sarhaan handled himself -- ebony cock fully erect in one
hand, heavy dark balls in the other as he alternately stroked and
squeeze

© 2006, Stephanie Vaughan, Torquere Press

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