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"I feel like no one can feel. I must be dreamin'." "Ain't Nobody (Loves Me Better Than You)" - Chaka Khan Mars, even in its current state of decline, was a fascinating place. The planet's surface had become so inhospitable that the natives only ventured out on it for short periods. The majority of their lives were lived underground. Cities were partially domed, allowing a view of the purplish sky, but most of the living area, and all private dwellings, had been dug in, many feet below the soil. Though it was easy to imagine that they barely had enough for themselves, the Martians were generous, offering Star and me food and drink as soon as we were seated in the office of their ruling council. We took what they offered, of course. It would have been rude not to. I was almost surprised that, though the flavors were strange, everything was fresh and good. No meats, but yeast products taking that place in the food chain, and many different vegetables and fruits. We found out later that there were no food animals at all left on Mars-they took up too much oxygen for the protein return. I would have excused myself and let Star discuss the political stuff, but he seemed to want me with him. The Martians, men and women alike, were tall and thin in their brownish-red, soil-colored garments, their faces drawn and serious. If the food problems hadn't yet progressed to starvation, at least there wasn't a spare ounce on any of those present. A councilwoman named Niya[1] B brought up city plans on a screen that appeared on one wall of the chamber. "These are our most common city plans." At her gesture, the scene changed. "And these plans show one of our forests." The unfamiliar lines and measurements were accompanied by a picture of a person (it was impossible to tell if the figure was male or female) in a small cavern which contained ten of their adapted, ultra oxygen producing trees. I swallowed hard so I wouldn't blurt out my thoughts : ten trees, you call that a forest? Shit, the Martians were in real trouble. Star appeared unperturbed. "How much oxygen does each forest produce?" There followed a lot of technical mumbo-jumbo, which I would have had a hard time following even if I hadn't had to translate from Martian to English. So I tuned out the discussion and studied the landscape outside the dome. The sun was about noon high, and the sky was a brazen gold. A low wind stirred mounds of reddish sand into bizarre hieroglyphics. Smooth hills and valleys rolled away until they met a few rounded mountains at the horizon. My eyes searched vainly-there was no greenery to be seen. The deep voice of Councilman D'Layo brought my attention back. "Do you have any suggestions? Is there is anything you can do to help us?" "There may be a great deal that can be done, Councilman," Star said. "Perhaps the question is 'what should be done'." Everyone around the table seemed to sigh. I had a feeling I knew what Star meant-was it advisable, or wise, to keep this dying planet alive when it was so close to its sister planet and her often hostile inhabitants. Niya B spoke: "It is late, and I'm sure we are all tired. Will you both consent to remain as our guests for the night, so that we may discuss this further on the morrow?" Star glanced at me and I shrugged. "We will and gladly, lady. Thank you for your hospitality." Niya B bowed-her hair, in its elaborate arrangement, staying perfectly in place. "And thank you, Prince Star," she turned to me, "and Prince Evan, for your kindness and understanding." Star bowed and so I did too. Prince? They led us down a long hall to a large room on the outside curve of the dome, which gave it a window. I figured that meant we were in a luxury part of the city-most dwelling places were underground. There were two beds, narrow but plenty long enough for us, thanks to the average height of Martians. There was a bathroom too, with a shower of sorts and a waterless commode which I used without looking too closely. I splashed my face with the tepid, lifeless water from the sink. Oxygen wasn't the Martians' only problem. I imagined they recycled every bit of moisture they could find. I'd forego a shower for tonight-I hadn't done enough to get dirty. Star was standing in front of the window, his back to me. I sank down on one of the beds. "Prince?" I said. "Did I translate that right?" He turned, letting his breath out in a sigh. "The Martians are a very formal and polite people. They reckon us of high caste-their mode of address reflects this." I rolled my eyes. "I can see it with you-future ruler and all-but me?" He padded over (you don't wear shoes indoors on Mars) and sat beside me. "I believe that the Martians can see little difference between the two of us." He smiled. "Nor can I." "Oh, pshaw," I responded, fighting a blush. "If you're going to start talking crazy…." Star laughed, one of the hearty ones that were always rare enough to kick up my heart rate. "I would much rather go to bed than talk." "Yeah?" I said. "You tired?" He continued to look at me, his smile lighting his eyes. "I am seldom tired. There are other things to do in a bed than sleep." "Umm…," I said brightly, losing the battle to the blush on my cheeks. Here we were, alone, a very long way from prying eyes and any interruptions, and it hadn't occurred to me that Star might want to have sex. I could feel excitement start to build inside me, until I remembered… Star was pregnant. I knew next to nothing about pregnancy. Star was several months along then, and even though nothing showed on the outside, thanks to Suria's idea, there was a baby growing in there! It was my baby too, and I wouldn't risk the tiny life, or Star, for a night of pleasure. Still, it was his idea. Maybe there was no problem. My brain whirled. And maybe there was an alternative. I liked being fucked-these days I also liked fucking, but of course there were other options. Alternate dimension or not, Star was pregnant and probably in no physical shape to fuck me, and I never really even considered me fucking him. Wasn't that supposed to be bad for the baby? A lot of straight men are focused on intercourse-that's what real sex means to them. They might hope that their lady friends would give them the occasional suck, more as foreplay than anything else, but they don't usually think of it as the main event, the goal. Star might be thinking that way, whatever his "condition." Lots of gay guys think differently. I'd always gotten off on giving head-I think most gay men do. So… no problem. Star was still smiling at me, and I smiled back. "You're on." He grinned and began unbuttoning his shirt. I stood up quickly and pressed my palm to his chest. "Let me do that," I said, in my sexiest voice. He stood up, dropping his hands to his sides, and locked eyes with me. I felt so close to him then, I let myself sense his surface thoughts, thereby giving him access to mine. What I got was mostly emotion-stuff the brain hasn't processed enough to put into words. It was humbling to know that he was aroused and that I was the cause of it. A wash of the pure love I felt for him rose up in me, and when he felt it, he raised his hands to my shoulders and pulled me in for a soft kiss, then ran long fingers into my hair, sending blissful tingles along my scalp. I put a hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, until our foreheads touched and sparks of sensation flared as our auras blended. "I love you, Star," I whispered, needing to say it and hoping he would understand just how strongly I meant it. "Evan," he said, "you are my cousin, my brother… my other self. I love you too." I couldn't move or talk for a minute. I was acutely conscious that we were millions of miles from Vaira and Suria-my two biggest rivals for Star's affections. Had he thought of that when he asked me to come here with him? Slowly, I moved until my mouth pressed against his. His lips answered me eagerly, parting for my questing tongue. I slipped both arms around him, suddenly fearful that he would move away. But he didn't even try. Kissing Star is indescribable. I might have been thinking about people we'd happily left behind on Earth, or worrying about losing this opportunity, but Star was completely present in the moment-his entire being was focused on our kiss… that kind of attention from him is incredible. Some time went by, I have no idea how much, but eventually I felt my fingers moving over the buttons on his shirt. Taking my time, now in no hurry at all, I undid each button until there were no more, then pulled the tails out of his slacks. Our lips were never more than a millimeter away from each other. I felt delicate touches at my chest, and soon my shirt was loosened. Of their own accord, my hands explored the muscles of Star's chest, smooth under the velvet of his skin, moving as he used his hands to explore me. My mind was lost in a haze of sensation, but my hands knew what to do. When they touched the waistband of his trousers, they quickly moved to unfasten the hook and zipper, easing it carefully over Star's erection. My own pants were being handled with equal care, and soon both garments slipped to the floor-drawn down by Mars' light but still effective gravity. Together, we let our shirts join them. A couple of sidesteps, and we were completely naked. Star's muscle tone was amazing. I ran my hands up and down his back and caressed the firm globes of his ass. He had begun to make small noises, soft mmm's and oh's. I got harder every time I heard one. I was too busy nuzzling his neck and sucking in each nipple in turn to make noises-at least I think I was. My knees felt weak after a while, and I sank to the floor, lying back and bringing him with me. It was nice and soft, but I wouldn't have noticed if it had been bare concrete. Star's breathing was faster now, and he thrust his steel-hard shaft against my belly. I knew I could come, just from that friction, but I wanted more. I rose up on one elbow to look at him, and his hands tightened around me, trying to pull me back down. Instead, I kissed my way over his shoulder and down his arm, then moved to his side, nibbling that perfect warm skin. A narrow platinum treasure trail ran from his navel to the nest of pale curls that cradled his rampant cock. I stopped to admire it, for a second or two, and Star thrust his hips upward. I knew an invitation when I saw one. His cockhead was a dark pulsating purple, and tasted sweet when my mouth enclosed it. Clear drops pearled from the tip, onto my questing tongue. I was totally focused now, quivering with attention. I wanted more than anything to give him pleasure. He groaned as I gently sucked him, louder than he had before. A hand came down on the back of my head and pressed me closer, until his full length extended into my throat. "Evan," he breathed. I pulled back and explored his balls, taking them carefully into my mouth, one at a time. I was rewarded with more moans and murmurs. Then, to my surprise, I felt him move until his head was at my groin. Up till now, my own feelings had been unimportant. All I cared about was him. Now my hard and dripping tool was enclosed in a hot, wet tunnel, and Star's velvet tongue lapped at the head. My breath escaped in a groan. Remembering my goal, I took Star back into my mouth and moved my head up and down on his shaft. He spread his legs, and I cupped his balls, rubbing firmly at the sensitive skin behind them. He copied everything I did. When he inserted a moistened finger into my hole, I had a hard time not coming, but I concentrated, determined he would come first. The intensity of sensation deepened our mental contact, until his feelings were as clear to me as my own, and almost impossible to tell apart. I knew he was close to climax-I could feel his balls tightening in my hand and his cock swelling even larger in my mouth. Then a sweet, creamy taste was on my tongue-explosions of his seed sliding down my throat and filling my mouth. I could hold on no longer, and flooded his mouth with my come. We both spasmed and shuddered for what seemed like forever, my thoughts jumbled with his into one incoherent shout of joy. When we had quieted but still had no desire to move, Star's thoughts softly spilled over into words: "Evan, oh, Evan… no one but you-no one…." Right then, I would have given anything if Star and I could have stayed together, just like that, forever.
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