Chapter 1 - Tension

“This isn't a joke, Sirez.  These pirates mean business, and if I don't get the security I pai-...” 
“Y'know too much stress in your life could lead to impotency, right?  Read that in a book.  You ever read books?” Sirez murmured to the short-cropped, brown-haired man on the other end of the video call.  He was definitely Caldari State, what corporation Sirez wasn't sure of it, but that little fact didn't seem to bother him.  Sirez was reclined in his office chair, his legs kicked up and crossed at the ankles on his desk, reading a holozine while attempting to put up at least some form of a front that he was interested in the holocall. The man glared at Sirez, which finally gave way to Sirez lifting his gaze back up to the projection, “You worry 'bout your end.  You'll get your money's worth.  Guaranteed.”  Sirez ended the call, clicking off the holozine with an exaggerated exhale as he tossed the dock onto his desk.  He rolled back in his chair slightly, dropping both his legs to the ground, resting his elbows across his knees as he slumped his posture a bit forward, lifting his head to peer into the mirror set up across the room near his closet and his bunk.
  
He was of average height; almost six feet with an average build.  His body was toned with wiry muscle, but he wasn't buffed up by any stretch of the word.  Lifting his right hand, he rubbed it across his face, the pads of his fingers brushing along his five-o-clock shadow and the wide patch of facial hair on his chin.  He averted his gaze from the mirror finally, turning his head back to the holoscreen as the flashing “incoming call” signal beeped from the machine and lit up his desk.  Rolling back over to his desk, Sirez smirked a bit as he clicked the button to accept the call.  Shortly afterward, his screen was replaced by a lithe looking red-head with freckles dominating her complexion.  “What can I do for you, Ms. Leovir?”
“Are we back to that, again?  Last name basis?” The redhead curled her lips into a playful grin.  “What is it going to take until you start calling me Elle again, hmm?”
“That'd ruin the fun if I just outright told you, don'cha think?” Sirez quipped back, leaning back in his chair once more and sweeping his hand through his dull red mohawk.  The red-head was Elleon Leovir, a friend of Sirez's from the State War Academy that he had become recently rather intimately acquainted with.  It was written on both of their faces, hers more-so than his with the faint pink blush that striped across her nose and infiltrated into the freckles on her cheeks; they were both remembering that moment from a few nights ago, when they both watched each other masturbate via a holocall after some rather heavy flirting.  “So, ah...”  Elleon cleared her throat, “How's business?”
“Business?  That what you called me to talk about?” Sirez raised an eyebrow coyly.
“Well... no... not specifically.  I was just... ah... curious, about how things have been going...”  She rubbed the back of her neck slowly, lightly nipping at the corner of her bottom lip as her eyes shyly flicked back up to his for a brief moment.
“What're you doing tonight?”  Sirez drop-kicked through the ice as usual.  Elle blinked several times at his statement, before finally collecting herself.  “I'm... free.  Did you have something in mind?” She said with nervous curiosity.
“Well, you obviously do, and I'm fairly certain it's mental images of my dick.”  Sirez tilted his head as he raised his eyebrows, as if he was talking about current events.  The blush on Elle's face spread wider along her cheeks, her eyes wide and blinking slowly.  She dropped her gaze after a few moments, her eyes flicking back and forth at anything but Sirez's face.  “W-what?  Why would... I be doing that, Sir?” Elle coughed out after some stalling.
“My penis always pops up in our recent conversations.” Sirez commented matter-of-factly.
“Fi-figuratively.  You mean that figuratively, right?”  Elleon's gaze finally met Sirez's once again.  Sirez's hand rose up and he began to tap at a few things on his holoscreen, checking through a time schedule.  “2000 hours – Earth time, of course.  Sound okay?”
“2000...?  Ah!  Yes!  Yes, that'll be just fine... I'll be in The Forge.  Are you still on Niyabainen IX?” Elle's eyes flicked to her star map, running her finger along it smoothly.
“Sure am.  Just hit the holocom when you get here, I'll let you in.”  Sirez flicked a quick wink at her through the holocom.  “I'll see you soon.”
“Yeah...” Elle murmured with a shy, but excited, smile as they both ended the call.  

Sirez sat in his desk chair for several moments, before finally clicking off his holoscreen and sliding the chair back to rise from it.  He stretched out grandly, folding his arms behind his head and arching his back with a strained noise exiting his nose along with his sigh.  He padded across the room into the small, cool steel gray bathroom, causing the lights to slowly brighten the room.  Crossing his arms, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor before unlatching his belt and letting his pants drop to his ankles.  Shoving the shower curtain aside, he started up the shower, holding his hand under the water for a moment before turning toward the mirror.  Pressing both of his hands to the bathroom sink, he stared into the mirror once again, his dog tags clinking quietly from the movement as they hung around his neck.  His dull hazel eyes stared unblinking at the reflection in the mirror for several moments, until he finally shoved his thumbs into the waist of his boxer briefs and dropped them from his waist.  

He was gifted in that regard; it was one of the first things Elle had noticed once she finally saw him naked in the showers at the academy.  It scared her.  It excited her.  And during their “conversation” via holocall those few nights ago, it was all she could keep her eyes on.  It entered her thoughts when she daydreamed, and it infiltrated her dreams at night.  It was no longer just about curiosity for her; she wanted it.  Sirez stepped into the shower and pressed both of his hands against the cool steel wall of the shower, letting the warm water pelt across his skin.  He stared down at his crotch, images of Elleon wiggling her practically naked backside at him flashed through his thoughts like a slide show in fast-forward.  His soft member tensed up slightly, and his left hand reached down to grip his heavy sack, squeezing it slightly and rolling the pads of his fingers against the skin.  He had a bit of a dilemma in his hands at the moment: did he want to go for it, get himself off right there in the shower, or wait until Elle got there and feel it out from there.  He didn't want to be too tightly wound up when she showed up, and he sure as hell didn't want to seem too eager.  

His hand seemed to make the decision for him as it slid up to close the fingers around his semi-erect shaft, giving it a slow test pump.  He swallowed slowly, rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth across the top of his shaft, slowly drawing his lower lip between his teeth before letting it flick back free.  His hand squeezed as his cock continued to thicken up and throb once in his grip.  His free hand on the shower wall formed into a fist as his left hand quickened in its pumping across his shaft, the pad of his thumb rubbing across the swell of his crown, pumping back down to the base only to repeat it all over again.  His wrist twisted as he rocked his hand back and forth across his shaft, applying pressure with his fingers as he squeezed, then easing them again as he slid them back up across the slick skin.  He could feel precum oozing from the slit and mixing with the water from the shower, oozing down to the running water along the shower floor.  “F-fuck...”  Sirez panted out, tilting his shaft up as he began to pump his hand faster across it, rolling his wrist in a smooth movement as his hand slid up and down his shaft.  He squinted his eyes shut, gritting his teeth slightly as he felt his sack tense up beneath him, his dick throbbing with thick pulses as a shiver ran down his spine.  He tilted his head back, keeping his eyes shut as he groaned out quietly, and in that moment, his sack released tension.  The first thick shot of cum spurted from his slit, instantly getting pelted with water as it splattered against the wall of the shower.  His hand squeezed at the base and pushed up, another thick shot spattering across the steel.  He held his breath as he continued to work his hand across his shaft, until the last heavy shot tagged the wall.  

He exhaled deeply as he lowered his head again, taking deep and slow breaths as his hand held his still very much hard shaft, the remnants of his orgasm leaking from his slit and rolling across his fingers.  He removed his hand from his member, raising it slightly and spreading his fingers apart as his eyes focused on it.  She was getting fucked tonight.