“Man, if I was short of a cunt I could just have rented one, right? Like the others did.” He righted himself up a little more and tilted his head, a glitter in his eyes that was clearly visible in the murky darkness. “I don’t do cunts, rental or otherwise.” He spat out beside him and gave Flak a terribly nefarious smirk. “No way. I was just sitting here dreaming of a nice, big, fat and juicy dick when you happened by.”
Flak still didn’t reply, but deep down, he suddenly felt the urge to try if tonight, maybe, he wouldn’t have to beat himself off in his bunk, alone with only his fantasies to stimulate him. Holstering his gun, he took a step towards the raider who lowered his eyelids and grinned.
“Are you gonna spank me now?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
The raider chuckled again and eyed Flak’s crotch. His eyes went wide after a second when he realised that the bulge was real. He looked up at Flak's face again and for a long moment, neither of them moved or said a word.

When Flak reached for his belt to undo the buckle the raider shifted his weight but still didn’t change his rather exposed position. He watched, rather intently, as Flak slowly undid the zipper and seemed mesmerized when he dug into his pants and brought his dick out, unable to suppress a tiny shiver when the cool night air touched it. He was hard as a rock, fucking hell, it really had been a while.
“Jesus.” The raider finally let go of his own dick. “That’s some piece of equipment you’ve got there.”
Flak looked down at himself and with a shrug, up at the raider again. “Take it or leave it.”
“Don’t get me wrong.” Licking his lips, the raider now dropped both legs and slid down from the car. “With the last guy who fucked me I could’ve fucking sworn he’d stuck his little finger into my ass instead. This is... this is gonna be better.”
His shirt dropped down again and Flak took another step towards the raider to push it up again. Trailing his fingers along the muscles on the raider’s chest, he looked up at his face when he closed his fingers around a stiff and hard nipple. “What’s yer name?”
“They call me Shrapnel.” He closed his eyes. “Care to tell me yours?”
“Flak.”
The raider chuckled again, deeply in his throat. “I see that this was meant to be then, huh?”
Flak didn’t reply, instead he leaned forward and gently dug his teeth into the base of the raider’s throat. He smelled cleaner than he had expected; a musky, male smell of sweat, coarse cotton, leather and gunpowder, underlain by something sweetish that Flak knew to be jet. But fuck, he didn’t care anymore when their naked dicks touched. Both men inhaled sharply.

“Turn around.”
The raider lifted his head and chuckled. “In a hurry? Want me to give him a good soaking before...”
“Turn around.” Flak dug his fingers into the raider’s waistband and tore. The pants toppled down.
Their eyes met, and with a slow grin and hazily lowered eyelids, Shrapnel shrugged. “Better a dry and painful fuck than none, huh?”
Flak took his shoulders and forced him around. The raider obeyed and dropped forward, leaning onto his hands propped up on the engine bonnet. Then Flak slid his dick between his legs so it rubbed Shrapnel’s balls but left it there. “You want it to hurt?”
“Not... necessarily...”, was the reply through gritted teeth.
“Good.” Flak reached around him and ran both his hands under Shrapnel’s shirt again. “I interrupted you, buddy, and that’s not healthy. A man oughta finish what he started. ‘S not healthy at all.” With these words his moved his hands down and closed one around the raider’s still hard dick. Shrapnel inhaled with a sharp hiss.
“How d’ya like it? Slow and easy, or hard’n’fast?”
“What with yer dick rubbing my balls and yer pubes tickling my asshole, I’ll settle for hard’n’fast, thank you.”
Flak chuckled and moved his hand back. Shrapnel replied with a deep grunt, and with a steady hand, Flak increased both speed and the pressure of his fingers until the raider’s arms began to tremble.
“Shit, oh shit...”