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The hatch pressed against Amos's back pressing him into Jim. Only the fact they were not under thrust kept Amos from crushing the other man. Jim nuzzled his face into Amos's neck, surprising Amos so much that his head jerked back and cracked against the hatch.
"Hmmmm are we having sex? We should send Naomi a video. She be sad if we don't. Why isn't Naomi here? Sexy Amos. Sexy Amos. Sexy N'omi. Sexy sexy N'omimos" Jim slurred and gropped at Amos's jumpsuit.
"Shit. Cap. No, we're not. Cap stop. Please." Amos scrabbled to get his hands up to detour the fingers working their way into his jumpsuit. The drugged, wriggling captain did not help matters and Amos whimpered when a hand abandoned the zipper and slide between them to Amos's dick.
A sudden acceleration pressed them down inside the capsule onto their feet. The change of gravity was sudden enough that it made Amos dizzy. When the spots cleared from his vision, he found that his captain had passed out and soft snores came from where his face was smushed into Amos's neck.
The pressure on his feet lessened into nothing. The air felt thick but he could hear the hiss of the rigged up air unit near his head. Now that the urgency of the moment was gone, the darkness started to press in. His heart started to race and he reached for the only thing he could. His hand wrapped around the back of Jim's head and he lifted until he could put their foreheads together.
It felt like hours later, but was only about 45 minutes, when the capsule started to shack around them, pressing them into the different walls. There was a loud thunk and Jim was pressed into Amos for a moment, then a hiss, and the hatch opened.
Amos turned his head to look over his shoulder at the same time as he pulled Jim's head protectively against his chest. The hold of the Roci was empty except for Naomi, still in her pressure suit with the large booster pack strapped to her back.
"Fuck boss. It worked." He grind at her.
"Yeah. Now let's get the hell out of here. You get him to medical and I'll go join Bobbie." She ran one hand over Jim's head and patted Amos's hand where it gripped Jim, before turning and stowing her gear.
An hour later, Naomi to finally felt like she could breath. Their scans were clear and they had a clear course as far as she could see. She was just about to tell Bobbie that she was going to head down to check on the boys when the com pinged.
"Yeah Amos?"
"Uh. Can you come to medical? Cap is awake and…no. Stop. Naomi is on her way down. She's the one you want." Naomi wasn't sure but she thought Amos sounded a little panicked. She unbuckled and raced to medical.
Jim was tied down to one of the med stations with restraints.
"NAOMI. My love. My beautiful, smart, tall love. Tell Amos we should have sex. All of us. Not Bobbie and Clarissa. I care about them but I don't love them……or want them…like that. I want them on the ship but not naked. We should have babies." Jim had a dopey smile spread across his face. He rolled his head from facing Naomi to face Amos, who looked odd. "Come on Amos. Your eyes, her hair. So pretty. You two are soooooo pretty. And…and smart and strong…..and sexy."
"I think they roofied him or gave him, like, Spanish fly. I…um…I am just going to go." Amos slid along the wall.
"Wait. I might need you." Naomi crossed to the diagnosis screen. "How long has he been like this?"
"Well, he tried to get into my jumpsuit when you locked us into the capsule but he passed out when we launched. He seemed out of it when I pulled him out of that cell."
"Well. According to this," Naomi said looking at the medical screen, "it's not Spanish fly or anything other aphrodisiac."
"Then why is he trying to get into my pants?"
"Trying to get you out of your pants. IIII love you baaaabe." Naomi clamped a hand over Jim's mouth and muffled his singing.
"According to this. They gave him truth serum. Looooot of Truth serum."
"Wait. So he…"
"Wants us to all have sex." Naomi had to fight down a laugh.
"Hmmmm hmmhhmm."
"What?" Amos and Naomi. Naomi pulled her hand back.
"And babies"