Hot nights, cold drinks | Calderon x m!Traveler

My steps falter as soon as I raise my hand to knock on his door, my thoughts running rampant yet again as I wonder if I really should have come here.

I’ve tossed and turned all night, the awful heat making it impossible for me to fall asleep. The ship’s ventilation ran into some sort of issue earlier today, and Bash can’t fix it unless we get a certain part… and Teranium is still 12 hours away, if my math’s right.

And I really did try being a good Prince and staying in bed, but it was too hot and my thoughts started to wander towards a certain Captain who’d once told me he too had trouble with the heat. Suffice to say, I had an idea -- a terrible idea, and here I am, standing in front of his door with a raised hand and nothing but a silky robe covering my matted skin.

Oh well, what’s the worst that can happen if I knock? Being punished by Calderon is definitely not a bad thing on my list.

Resolve strengthened, a smile curls my lips and with a deep breath I decide against knocking on his door, using his code to open it instead. He did give it to me for a reason, I guess.

Not wanting to make a sound and let his neighbors know I’m here, I slide through the door, closing it with a soft woosh behind me. It’s hardly audible, yet Calderon stops typing away at his holopad, looking over his shoulder at me with a crooked eyebrow.

“What are you doing here?” he asks sharply.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

The realization of where my thoughts drifted to when I decided to come here hits me then, when I can’t see any spark of fire in his ice-cold eyes. It’s almost cold enough to bring my temper down several degrees.

Calderon is wearing only a pair of boxers, his shirt tossed aside. Not that it’s an unwelcome sight, far from it in fact, with his back muscles flexed, skin matted with sweat glistening under the dim lights… but it also shows just how hot he’s actually feeling. And how annoyed by it he is, given the crease nestled between his eyebrows.

Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted him--

“And?” His voice interrupts my thoughts, furthering the doubt that weighs heavy in my mind.

“I just, I thought it was too hot to sleep, then I thought of you and I thought that maybe…” my voice drifts off and I shake my head, this was a stupid idea. “Actually, I’m sorry, I’ll leave now.”

Before I can turn on my feet, he barks yet another one of his commands at me.

“Get over here.”

Against my better judgment, my legs move instinctively as I take slow, careful steps towards him, unable to refuse him.

The minute I get within arm’s length, Calderon grabs my wrist and pulls me down on his lap, forcing me to place one leg on either side of him, and I gasp as I feel his hot skin against mine.

His hands lay possessive on my thighs, his thumbs slowly caressing my inner thighs, scrunching up the fabric that covers them.

“Take the robe off,” my eyes widen at his command, a flush creeping up my cheeks. “You said you were hot, let me help you cool off.”

He finishes his sentence with a smug smirk playing on his lips, belying the authoritative tone in his voice as he watches me with eyes dark with lust, the soft scent of scotch coming from his breath.

Fully aware of what’s underneath the robe -- or rather, of what isn’t underneath it, I obediently untie it and let it slip down my shoulders, a chill running up my spine as the fabric pools softly around me and Calderon pulls it off, tossing it without a care on the floor.

His breath hitches in a way that makes me proud of my initiative, but before I can even process that emotion, the Captain leans forward, his hot breath grazing the skin on my neck as he reaches out to something that makes a soft set of clinks behind me.

“What made you think it was a good idea to walk around the ship with no clothes on?” his voice is stern, but I don’t get the feeling it truly bothers him. He leans back again and the pressure in my groin increases when I see him toying with an ice cube in his long fingers. “You do look very hot…”

With deft fingers, he turns the ice cube around, right over my already hard and sensitive cock, and lets ice cold water drops fall over it.

A moan breaks out from my lips at the sensation, growing even louder as he leans in and gives me languid, open-mouth kisses on the crook of my neck.

The sadistic smile on his lips at my reaction is clear even when I can’t see it, making my legs twitch and my hips buckle forward, in a desperate attempt to ease some of the tension I feel, but Calderon merely chuckles and presses me against his desk, with his free hand gripping my hip.

It’s close enough that I can feel his growing bulge grinding against me, yet too far for me to rub myself against him.

“Why the rush? It’s not like we have anything else to do,” placing the ice cube over my collarbone, he moves back to look at me, his usually cold eyes now aflame with desire. “What is it that you like telling me all the damn time? Oh, right. Chill.”

Without further notice, he drags the ice cube down to my hardened nipple, bending down and taking the other one in his lips.

The hot and cold feeling is excruciating; it makes my mind go blank for a second, overtaken by pleasure. His tongue laps against my nipple, breath hot on my skin, and it clashes perfectly with the way his fingers toy with the ice cube over my other nipple.

I hold myself up against his desk, clutching its edge in a desperate attempt to ground myself against the maddening mix of sensations.

It’s impossible to keep myself from calling out his name when he pinches my wet nipple once the ice cube melts, my skin burning in a flash of pain under his touch despite the cold water that covers it.

He takes his mouth and hands off me, leaving my nipples throbbing and sore, and leans back to grab yet another ice cube. I puff out my chest, eager for more, but his dark chuckle grabs my attention as he shakes his head at me.

“I think it’s time to cool off some other parts of you,” hooking one of his arms around my waist, he angles my hips forward, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against my ass as he takes the ice cube and places it over my stomach, my body clenching in reflex under the cold feeling, which hardly lasts as he drags it further down, stopping just on the hilt of my cock.

My breath catches when I realize what he’s about to do. I  bite down on my lip hard enough to draw blood when he slides the ice over the length of my cock, my hold on his desk faltering as he wraps his hand around me and starts pumping me slowly, dragging his thumb on the tip to further increase the hot and cold sensation.

“Fuck…” I curse under my breath, the ice melting and dripping down my cock under his touch.

I feel so hot and wet under his touch that it’s impossible for me to tell what’s water and what’s my own precum dripping over his boxers. Lust courses through my veins, and I can’t wait to feel more of him, to feel him inside of me, exploding in pleasure with me--

My thoughts are pushed even further down that lane when a growl rumbles from his chest and he crashes his lips against mine, his tongue lapping over mine in a desperate kiss, one whose desire is matched by the twitching of his own cock under me, by the increasing rhythm of his hand jerking me off.

It escapes me when he takes another ice cube, but suddenly he places it back on the inside of his hand, holding it there as he continues to pump me up and down, relentlessly pushing me over the edge.

It’s impossible to say what’s making me dizzier from pleasure; the heat, the ice, or his hand wrapped tightly around my cock. And honestly, I don’t care to know. The mix of feelings is more than enough to make my toes curl and my back arch.

A wave of pleasure bursts through me unannounced, making me buck forward and wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as I cry out his name loud enough that the whole ship is now aware of what we’re doing late at night, my body burning in ecstasy as I spill my pleasure all over Calderon’s hand and stomach.

I love him. And I love what he does to me.

These are the only coherent thoughts in my mind as I ride off that orgasm, and I barely notice he stopped touching me until his hand grabs hold of my chin, my cum still dirtying his fingers -- and now, my face.

A smug smile covers his lips as he licks his other fingers clean of my cum, eyes locked in mine.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” he says, wrapping his arms around me as he pushes back his chair and stands up, wrapping my legs around his waist with ease. “We need a shower now.”

The underlying meaning of his words brings a matching smirk to my own face, and I know for a fact that neither of us is getting much sleep on this hot night.