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The Infinite Improbability Drive had malfunctioned again and this time the predicament was very… intimate.
Arthur and Ford were transported suddenly into a rather tight space. It was completely dark and the two men were pressed together face-to-face at an uncomfortably close distance. The place was solid, cold, and cramped and did not allow much movement from either of them. Ford felt the taller man’s breath on his neck and shivered.
“I dont suppose it does much good to ask where we are?” Arthur asked.
“No, but it’s cold wherever it is.”
Immediately after his remark, Ford snuggled impossibly closer to Arthur, nuzzling his face into his chest. Arthur gasped but didn’t recoil. Instead he embraced the touch and wrapped his robe around Fordn to warm him further. Arthur was starting to feel the chill in the air that surrounded them.
“You’re cozy,” Ford mumbled into Arthur’s shirt.
Arthur blushed at the comment and realized how much he was enjoying the other man’s warmth against him.
Then, just as suddenly, they were transported to another small space. This one was warmer and made of wood, it seemed, though it was still very dark and very close. Arthur’s front was pressed against Ford’s back.
“There must be a door somewhere…” Muttered Ford.
Arthur felt Ford wiggle against him as his hands explored the walls of their enclosure. He tried to stay still. Ford bent over slightly to feel for a handle on the wall in front of them and Arthur tried not to think about it. Soon, Ford managed to find a knob and turned it. A small door opened with a whoosh and a strong gust of wind threatened to blow them over and into the void that appeared in front of them. The two men shouted in shock and Arthur grabbed Ford’s waist to keep him from falling over the edge. the abyss expanded and nearly swallowed them whole before the Improbability Drive kicked into action once more and teleported them to safety.
This time, they were back on the ship. Unfortunately for Arthur, they were kept in the same position.
Though they were no longer in danger, they were still in a rather vulnerable situation.
Arthur blinked a few times and noticed they were in his room on the Heart of Gold, and keeping their position meant Ford was bent over the end of the bed with Arthur pressed against his ass.
Fod was bent over to grab the handle in the mystery box, Arthur reasoned. And he was holding tightly onto Ford’s hips to prevent him from falling down into a void, he reminded himself.
It felt good, Ford pressing up against him like this, having him in his grasp. He was so caught up in the moment that he couldnt let go fast enough to escape Ford’s teasing.
“You think the universe trying to tell us something?”
Arthur scoffed and his face burned. He immediately released his grip and stepped away. He tried to laugh it off but couldnt bring himself to say anything, afraid of embarassing himself further. Arthur swore Ford winked at him as he left to go complain to Zaphod about the Improbability Drive malfunctioning again. Now alone, Arthur looked down and saw what he was afraid of. He cursed himself went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face and convince himself this never happened.
Unfortunately, closing his eyes and trying to focus did not help. Each time he did, Arthur could see Ford’s arched back in front of him, he could feel the curve of his hips in his hands, the warmth of his ass on his—
“Arthur! Where are you?” Ford shouted from the hall as he approached Arthur’s room. Arthur immediately regretted not closing the door to the bathroom as Ford leaned against the doorframe and kept talking. Arthur could see him from the mirror, but he kept his back to him as he spoke.
“I’ve got good news and bad news,” he continued. “Good news is Marvin figured out whats wrong with the drive, but bad news is we have orbit this boring planet for a few days while the three of them go down to the surface to find what we need to fix it.”
“why can’t we go too?”
“Well, we could, but its not a very interesting place. You can read about it in the Guide if you’d like. Just a bunch of rocks and dirt. Sometimes robots who sell things. I figured we’d stay here in comfort while they go down there to rummage or bargain or whatever.”
Arthur agreed with this idea, if Ford was being genuine about the planet’s surface. But the thought of being alone with Ford for multiple days made Arthur dizzy. He wanted it so badly, but he wasnt sure what he’d do when he had Ford all to himself.
“That sounds fine then,” he responded.
“You doing okay?” Ford asked.
“Yes, why?”
“You won’t turn to face me.”
Arthur made eye contact with Ford in the mirror and couldnt stop the blush from creeping to his cheeks. Ford definitely noticed, and he snuck over to stand next to him in the mirror.
“I never noticed how big you are,” he said. Arthur choked on air.
“Height, I mean.” Ford corrected without flinching, ignoring Arthur’s reaction. “you’re taller than me. I mean, I knew that, but I’ve never seen us next to each other like this.”
Arthur played the initial statement again in his head. Ford had said it in a tone that wasn’t totally suggestive, but Arthur’s deprived (and depraved) brain was playing tricks on him. He imagined him saying the same thing but on his knees and had to place his hands on the vanity to ground himself.
“You’re a shit liar, you know.”
Arthur tried to defend himself but was cut off by Ford grabbing Arthur’s shoulder and turning him so the two men were now face to face. Ford kept eye contact with his flustered friend for a few agonizing moments before flicking his eyes downwards. Arthur swore he watched Fords pupils dialate in real time, and a truly wicked smile appeared on his face.
“I didnt know I got you so worked up,” he teased. “you could’ve just asked.”
With that, Ford sank to his knees. Arthur watched and felt like he was going to faint.
Ford looked up at him with a pair of pathetic puppy eyes suddenly filled with desire.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his hand hovering over arthur’s obvious erection.
Arthur stuttered and stammered. he opted to nod vigorously and Ford giggled as he ran his hands down his thighs to sooth him.
“How long’s it been?” Ford asked.
“Oh, shut up.” Ford brushed a hand across Arthur’s problem. He shivered, then admitted, “too long.”
“Its okay, baby, i’ll take care of you.”
As he said this, Ford swiftly pulled down the waistband of Arthur’s pants and freed his embarassingly hard dick.
“You really are big.” Ford wrapped a hand around it and squeezed gently. precum oozed from Arthur’s tip and started to drip to the floor, but Ford caught the drop with his finger and slowly put it on his tongue. arthur watched in a daze as Ford licked lightly at his tip to taste more of him. When he pulled away there was a string of precum connecting Fords lips to Arthur’s leaking cock. Arthur hoped to the universe that this wasn’t a dream.
“Please, Ford—“
He didn’t have time to beg because as he said this, Ford was easing Arthurs dick into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the head and swirled his tongue around. Arthur threw his head back and moaned aloud, completely in awe of the feeling of Ford’s wet, hot mouth around his needy cock.
Ford took the sounds as encouragement and began to bob his head at an agonizingly slow rhythm. Arthur was already so sensitive, and whatever Ford was doing with his mouth made him want to explode. He was using his tongue in ways Arthur hadn’t thought of before. He wasn’t just trying to get him off, Ford wanted to taste every inch of him. He savored Arthur’s pent up desire and was determined to make him cum so hard he’d be begging for more.
Ford was practically making out with the tip of Arthur’s cock and it was driving him crazy. Ford had a hand at the base where he squeezed as he did so. He applied pressure with his tongue to arthur’s most sensitive spot beneath the head and Arthur whined. He went back and forth from licking and kissing to then taking nearly all of it into his eager mouth. Soon Arthur became frustrated by the teasing and without even thinking, he grabbed a fistful of Ford’s hair to force him down and keep him there.
“Ford, please,” he begged. “It feels so good. I need to cum.”
He released his grip. Ford pulled off with a pop and watched his best friends dick throb desperately in front of him. He locked eyes with Arthur and smiled.
“There you go, big boy. Fuck my face if you need it so bad.”
Arthur had no fight left in him. He couldnt pretend anymore. Lust had taken over his mind and body and the only thing he cared about now was cumming on Ford’s pretty face or down his throat. God, how he’s craved this.
“Betlegeuseans have no gag reflex, if you couldnt tell already.” Ford said with a wink.
Arthur grabbed another fistfull of Ford’s soft ginger curls and guided him down til his nose was pressing into Arthur’s bush.
“Fuuuuck,” he moaned. Ford’s throat was unbearably tight and he could barely hold himself together. His legs were shaking. Ford told him to fuck his face, but he went slowly at first to let him adjust. When he couldnt take it anymore, he started to go harder. Obscene sounds filled the bathroom as Arthur used Ford’s mouth and throat. He was making pathetic noises, whimpering and begging and praising Ford for making him feel so good. All of this made Ford a horny mess beneath Arthur as he took every inch of him. Eventually, Arthur pulled out to let him breathe. Ford looked absolutely properly fucked—his face flushed bright crimson, his pupils blown wide, hair all tousled, with a mess of spit and precum all over his mouth and chin. Arthur thought he looked absolutely gorgeous.
Ford took this opportunity to undo his own pants and finally touch his aching, neglected cock. He shamelessly jerked himself off, keeping eye contact with a
Arthur as he did so.
“Keep going, please,” he opened his mouth and tapped Arthur’s tip on his tongue.
Arthur did as instructed and lined himself back up with Ford’s open mouth. Knowing Ford was getting off to doing this to him only pushed Arthur closer to the edge. Ford took him so well, he never wanted this to end. But after barely a few minutes, Arthur couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I’m getting close,” he panted. “where should I…?”
Ford answered by going all the way down to the base of Arthur’s cock. He bobbed up and down at a pace and pressure that made Arthur’s head spin. Ford was sucking him off with rigor, not caring how messy and sloppy it got. He moaned around Arthur’s dick a few times and arthur teetered on the edge of insanity as the vibrations traveled through his body and made sparks shoot up his spine.
“Please don’t stop, i’m so close, Ford….your mouth… feels so good… so close….”
Arthur moaned and whined and babbled and couldnt stop his hips from jerking.
“Oh Ford—fuck!” he spilled down Fords throat with a loud moan and didn’t care who heard. His orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, eyes rolled back and mouth hung agape, letting out sounds of pure pleasure that Ford wanted to lock in his memory forever. His hips stuttered as he shot rope after rope of cum into Ford’s eager mouth.
Ford didnt spill a drop. Arthur’s legs gave out on him as he came down from his high and he slumped down to the floor. he was now at eye-level with his best friend who just happened to swallow his load a moment ago. Arthur couldn’t be bothered to feel ashamed or gross, and Ford didnt make him want to feel that way. Instead, his head was clouded with euphoria and he felt calm and happy for the first time in a while.
“Oh, wow,” he mumbled. His head was spinning. Ford looked at him with adoration.
“You taste so good,” he practically moaned. Through half-lidded eyes Arthur could see Ford desperately jerking himself off. Ford caught Arthur staring crawled over to him to grab his face and bring their lips together.
Arthur couldn’t be bothered to be grossed out by what was recently in Ford’s mouth. Instead, he was focused on how good it felt to kiss him. Ford crawled into Arthur’s lap entirely and straddled his waist, all while keeping their mouths locked together.
There, on the bathroom floor, in a space ship, Arthur kissed his best friend, who also happened to be an alien. And he loved it. None of this felt real. If this was a dream, he hoped he’d never wake up.