Brinus walked into the kitchen in his uniform. Simmie sat on the countertop in his pajamas, a vape pen in his mouth. As soon as Brinus entered, Simmie took a final draw and set the pen aside, holding up Brinus’s wand. “I see you got your new wand,” he exclaimed in a wry voice.
“Yeah, it took four hours to assemble because of how complicated the process was. You know what Calnori said about vaping around me.”
“I thought since you were through the withdrawals, it would be okay.”
Brinus rolled his eyes and cussed. He yelled, “Well, it isn’t! I still get intense cravings!” He gained control and then said, “Anyway, the magi gave me some books and taught me the basic combat spell.”
Simmie’s eyes lit up. He exclaimed, “Can you show me?!”
Brinus rolled his eyes again and growled as he replicated his morning wake-up juice, “I don’t do parlor tricks.”
Simmie jumped down. “How long do you have before you go to work?”
“About an hour. Why?”
Simmie slapped Brinus’s ass and then grabbed him, leaning into his ear and whispering, “You sure you wanna wait until tonight?”
Brinus turned to face him, resting his arms on Simmie’s shoulders. “Oh sweetie, the things I can do to you.”
They locked lips. Brinus licked the inside of Simmie’s mouth because the vape juice tasted good. Simmie unbuttoned Brinus’s uniform shirt, kissing his chest and neck.
Forty-five minutes later, Simmie and Brinus stepped out of the sonic shower and began getting ready.
Brinus laughed as he put on his underwear, pants, boots, and socks. “I’m gonna be late.”
“As if you give a fuck.”
They both laughed for a few moments. “You’re right. I don’t give a fuck…but my commanders do.”
Brinus entered the kitchen without his uniform shirt to find Tangent playing with his wand.
“What is this?”
She was swinging it around and making wide gestures.
Brinus came up to her and snatched it out of her hand. He yelled, “This ain’t a toy! It’s a weapon! Hell! You’re a goddamn weapons expert!”
Tangent’s eyes became watery and she buried her face in her paws.
Brinus wrapped his bare around Tangent and pulled her close to him. “I’m sorry, don’t cry.”
Brinus comforted her against his warm body as she wrapped his arms around his waist as they both hugged each other.
He grabbed an apple and began eating it once Tangent stopped crying with his uniform shirt in his hand. He put his wand in his back pocket and headed to work bare-chested.
Simmie came into the kitchen fully dressed and grabbed his vape pen. “I have to go. See ya this evening.”
Simmie left Tangent alone.
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He walked into His office in robotics twenty minutes later and checked his to-do list. On the list was to check inventory, instigate missing tungsten, and settle the dispute between Petty Officer Tiggie and Petty Officer Smith. He also needed to fill out ten order forms for the various workshops.
The first thing he did was walk out of his office and walk up to a crewman. Tapping him on the shoulder, he said, “I need you to come with me.”
He followed him into the metal storage room.
Simmie handed him a counter, he pulled out his TriQuarter. “I need you to count the steel ingots. I am going to count the tungsten.”
“Yes, sir.”
Simmie counted the tungsten. The twenty-pound cubes and forty-pound cubes were there but according to inventory, there should be 500 ten-pound cubes.
The Crewman counted 40 missing steel ingots. Only fifteen ingots were used yesterday in the manufacturing of 50 servo motors because of a raid on a supply line. Ten astromech droids were damaged.
“Dismissed crewman.”
The crewman saluted and left.
Simmie pulled out his vape pen and took a few minutes to think while he smoked in the smoking section. He knew that the camera would have picked up something. He opened up his triquarter as the smoke filled his lungs and blew it out into the air. Pulling up the camera footage from the storage room, he looked at the security code. He knew it wasn’t Brinus because, around the time this robbery happened, Simmie cuddled with Brinus while online with his gaming squad.
Commander Theodore approached Simmie, “Did the bandits strike again?”
“Yes sir.”
Commander Theodore rolled his eyes and sighed, “Who’s code did they use this time?”
“Brinus’s.”
“I’ll change his command code and do a debrief today. I assume they hacked the database again.”
Simmie nodded and growled, “Despite the new security protocols they managed to steal ten command codes. We believe they plan to hit the explosives unit later today. I put an armed security guard outside the door and notified the police. They are increasing patrols in the area for the next 48 hours.”
Theodore nodded. “Did you get footage this time?”
“Yes sir, I will send it to you now.” Simmie Pressed send on his TriQuarter’s text messages.
“Got it. They are probably stealin’ the metals and selling them on the black market. What is your opinion, lieutenant?”
“Sir, I think the federation infiltrated our ship and is skimming off the top to feed their machine.”
Commander Theodore put his arm around Simmie’s shoulder. He said in a raspy voice. “I expect they will try to unload the loot tonight. The Police are also watching the landing pads.”
Simmie took a draw from his vape and let the smoke feel his lungs. Letting it escape through his mouth and nose, he said, “Sir, permission to speak freely.”
“Granted.”
Simmie pushed the palm of his hand into his fist. “I want to catch these assholes. They made it personal when they used my husband’s command code.”
“Don’t worry lieutenant, we have their image now. It should take 24 hours to find and arrest them. Are you done with your vape break?”
“Almost sir.”
“When you’re done I want you to summon Brinus into my office. Also, I want you to work with IT to change those command codes.”
“Yes, sir!”
Commander Theodore left Simmie in the smoking section of the robotics workshop.
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Brinus welded in full gear and used his wand to melt two pieces of cobalt, titanium, and steel alloy Pipes together. The sparks flew in all directions as they bounced off his welding mask and safety vest. The gangster rap song, Drive By, blasted at full volume from the radio next to him. Drive-By was a song about gang murder in a local prison on the planet they orbited. He slowly moved the two ends of the pipes meticulously joining both ends.
He felt someone tap his shoulders. Turning around and lifting his welding mask, it was Simmie.
Brinus’s pupils fully dilated in seconds and he felt his heart rate increase. “Sir?” He bit his tongue and put his hands in his pockets. The only thing Brinus thought was how sexy Simmie’s ass was and how he wanted to grab it.
“The commander wants to see you.”
Brinus removed his welding gear and saluted. “Yes…sir.” Shit, I almost said love!
Simmie smiled and winked at him as Brinus followed. Brinus Slapped his ass as soon as they were alone in an abandoned corridor and they both laughed.
“Honey! What if somebody saw?”
“So? We’re married!” said Brinus in a joking manner, they both laughed again for a few moments.
Simmie turned and faced Brinus, he put his forearms on Brinus’s shoulders and kissed him. They kissed for 30 seconds. After they separated, Simmie said, “By the way sweet pea, your command code was involved in a data breach so the commander wants to talk to you.”
“We shouldn’t kiss in public,” said Simmie as Brinus stroked his face. They resumed walking. Luckily the cameras on this corridor were broken.
A few minutes later they reached the commander’s office.
Brinus knocked on the door.
“Enter!”
Brinus came into the office. “Brinus Helios reporting for duty sir!”
“At ease midshipman! Sit!”
Brinus sat in the chair at attention.
The commander sat across from Brinus and motioned for Simmie to sit next to Brinus. They both sat at attention.
“So Simmie told you about the command code breach. Where were you last night at 8:04 pm?”
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“Sir, I was cuddling with my husband while Playing the game Wrath of Smog, sir!”
The commander looked at Simmie who nodded.
“Where were you this morning at 6:32 am?”
“Sir, I was showering with my husband and getting ready for work, sir!”
The commander looked at Simmie who nodded.
“A final question. Where were you on Monday the 15th at 4:01 pm? when your security code was used to activate the locks for the torpedo room in the weapons storage locker?”
“Sir, I was asleep in my quarters, sir! I was wiped out after the magi tests and assembling my wand. I think I slept like 14 hours after that day?”
Simmie shook his head.
“Are you lying to me, midshipman?”
“Well sir, I ain't sure if it was 14 hours of sleep. I was wiped out after the magi tests.”
Simmie spoke. “Sir permission to speak?”
“Granted.”
“I think it was more like 48-hours. When I left for my shift he was asleep. When I came home he was asleep. Tangent came home twice for her lunch and dinner break and he was asleep.”
“I’ll check with Tangent next. I think that is all. Smokestack! You’ll get your new command code by lunchtime! Dismissed! Both of you!”
They both stood, saluted, and then said “Sir.”
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Brinus welded in full gear and used his wand to melt two pieces of cobalt, titanium, and steel alloy Pipes together. The sparks flew in all directions as they bounced off his welding mask and safety vest. The gangster rap song, Drive By, blasted at full volume from the radio next to him. Drive-By was a song about gang murder in a local prison on the planet they orbited. He slowly moved the two ends of the pipes meticulously joining both ends.
He felt someone tap his shoulders. Turning around and lifting his welding mask. It was Simmie.
Brinus’s pupils fully dilated in seconds and he felt his heart rate increase. “Sir?” He bit his tongue and put his hands in his pockets. The only thing Brinus thought was how sexy Simmie’s ass was and how he wanted to grab it.
“The commander wants to see you.”
Brinus removed his welding gear and saluted. “Yes…sir.” Shit, I almost said love!
Simmie smiled and winked at him as Brinus followed. Brinus Slapped his ass as soon as they were alone in an abandoned corridor and they both laughed.
“Honey! What if somebody saw?”
“So? We’re married!” said Brinus in a joking manner, they both laughed again for a few moments.
Simmie turned and faced Brinus, he put his forearms on Brinus’s shoulders and kissed him. They kissed for 30 seconds. After they separated, Simmie said, “By the way sweet pea, your command code was involved in a data breach so the commander wants to talk to you.”
“We shouldn’t kiss in public,” said Simmie as Brinus stroked his face. They resumed walking. Luckily the cameras on this corridor were broken.
A few minutes later they reached the commander’s office.
Brinus knocked on the door.
“Enter!”
Brinus came into the office. “Brinus Helios reporting for duty sir!”
“At ease midshipman! Sit!”
Brinus sat in the chair at attention.
The commander sat across from Brinus and motioned for Simmie to sit
next to Brinus. They both sat at attention.
“So Simmie told you about the command code breach. Where were you last night at 8:04 pm?”
“Sir, I was cuddling with my husband while Playing the game Wrath of Smog, sir!”
The commander looked at Simmie who nodded.
“Where were you this morning at 6:32 am?”
“Sir, I was showering with my husband and getting ready for work, sir!”
The commander looked at Simmie who nodded.
“A final question. Where were you on Monday the 15th at 4:01 pm? when your security code was used to activate the locks for the torpedo room in the weapons storage locker?”
“Sir, I was asleep in my quarters, sir! I was wiped out after the magi tests and assembling my wand. I think I slept like 14 hours after that day?”
Simmie shook his head.
“Are you lying to me, midshipman?”
“Well sir, I am not sure if it was 14 hours of sleep. I was wiped out after the magi tests.”
Simmie spoke. “Sir permission to speak?”
“Granted.”
“I think it was more like 48-hours. When I left for my shift he was asleep. When I came home he was asleep. Tangent came home twice for her lunch and dinner break and he was asleep.”
“I’ll check with Tangent next. I think that is all. Smokestack! You’ll get your new command code by lunchtime! Dismissed! Both of you!”
They both stood, saluted, and then said “Sir.”
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Simmie was in his quarters in the kitchen sitting on the bar top and made a space ham sandwich with earth swiss-cheese. There was a glass of buttermilk, one for himself and one for Brinus. Checking his watch, his husband was ten minutes late.
Brinus came bursting through the door and kissed him on the cheek. “Sorry honey. I was busy. Some idiot tried to set me up because I am a felon. ”
He took his buttermilk and threw it against the wall, shattering the glass and sending milk all over the place.
Simmie pulled out his vape and took a couple of pulls, completely unfazed by Brinus’s behavior. “Mind talking about it?”
Brinus punched a hole in the wall and then screamed, “Some mother fucker tried to fuck me over and cuz I’m on parole!! What the fuck!!!”
Brinus by this point was getting tired of people trying to throw him under the bus because of his felony status. It was always the same type of people —officers of noble birth, usually second-generation noblemen and noblewomen. They usually felt like he was a pretender and a peasant nobleman. Therefore, they tried to put him back in prison as that was his place in society.
Simmie stood nose-to-nose with Brinus and unbuttoned his shirt, twirling his finger on his chest.
“You wanna tell me about it?” Simmie ran his finger gently up and down Brinus’s chest, smiling and licking his lips.
Brinus scowled but rested his forearms on Simmie’s shoulders. “Sure love, I was filling an order for a yellow brass hot water pressure valve. Instead of yellow brass, it needed to be aluminum bronze because of how hot the steam was. So I make the modification and this prick of an entitled officer starts screaming at me and orders me to change it. So I get his order in writing and make the yellow brass…”
Simmie began kissing his chest and nipping on his nipples. It took brinus by surprise and felt a pleasant pressure creating a tingling in his nether regions. It also caused him to unclench his fists and smile. He was surprised at how much of a relief it was.
Brinus said with a soft purr in his voice with his eyes half closed. His body posture relaxed and his heart rate slowed. “So I make the goddamn valve and screenshot the email which the guy deleted. He spent ten minutes…” Simmie put his finger in Brinus’s pants and twirled his finger on his sweet spot. Brinus let out a loud moan as it made him tingle in his toes and throughout his body. He said with a soft moan, “In my meeting trying…to throw me out of the monorail. Like, what the fuck?” Brinus leaned into Simmie and was smiling with his eyes almost closed as Simmie played with Brinus’s sweet spot. He was content and didn’t want it to end. Every bit of rage was gone and replaced with pleasure. l “If I didn’t save the email, I would be fucked six ways to Sunday.”
Simmie wrapped his arms around Brinus’s bare chest and back. He continued nipping at his chest and nipples. “That sounds like it sucks. I am sorry you had to deal with that. I know what will help”
Brinus’s pupils were dilated and his eyes were almost closed. He had a huge smile on his face and was leaning into Simmie. His muscles were relaxed and he breathed slowly and deeply.
He was so happy and content at this moment. Brinus moaned, “I don’t want this to end.”
Simmie unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
Fifteen minutes later Brinus zipped up his pants and then buttoned up his shirt.
“Go conquer the galaxy, love. But first, clean up that mess,” said Simmie with a playful laugh pointing at the milk and pulling up his pants.
Brinus slapped Simmie on the ass and then finished buttoning up his uniform shirt. He went back to work after cleaning up the buttermilk.
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Brinus pointed his wand at the metal smelter. The inner ceramic lining was cracked because someone without training ran the heat too high. He had a magic book in his left hand and his wand in his right hand. It was a year-one basic charm book. It was opened to the basic repair charm. Normally replacing the inner ceramic lining would take weeks as it required raw materials that could only be found in the Vendalfi federation which needed to be ordered and could not be replicated.
He pointed his wand at the metal smelter and said, “Repair ceramic lining.”
There was a flash of blinding red light as bright as a welding arc. The crowd surrounding Brinus oohed and awed. Two people clapped and one person cheered.
Brinus put his wand in his back pocket and closed the book. “Alright lads and ladies, get your asses back to work.”
Everyone saluted and said, “Yes, sir.”
Brinus’s TriQuarter buzzed and it was time to clock out.
He came home and removed his boots, socks, and shirt, and put on some black gym shorts at the door. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer after starting the laundry by loading the soap in the washing machine. The refrigerator air tickled his bare chest and feet. He felt someone hug his waste and it was cold as he opened the bottle of beer.
“Tangent.”
Brinus put tangent on his shoulders as he drank the bottle. She felt cold against his shoulders and he suddenly was full of energy. It was like her battery was charging him physically. Brinus carried her to the game room and started up his MMO.
Tangent moved from his shoulders to his lap and sat watching him play as she cuddled with Brinus like a daughter with her father.
Brinus popped a piece of gum in his mouth and realized how much easier it was to keep calm and focused without vaping. He didn’t realize how much the nicotine was revving him up. Over the next hour, the game helped keep his mind off of the situation.
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Simmie was with one of the SWAT teams outside. They were both in navy trooper armor with Simmie’s visor raised. They stood at the door of the minerals storage room. They could hear the four thieves putting rhodium ingots into a weight-canceling box.
They had used Brinus’s old code, which wasn’t deactivated, to gain entry. It was an idea Simmie came up with. Why not use the stolen codes as bait?
Simmie opened the storage room door and then the SWAT team sergeant threw in a flash-bang grenade and a diluted mustard gas canister.
The six men screamed entering in an organized line, “Police! Show hands!”
The SWAT team went inside and it filled with yellow gas that smelled like garlic. There was the sound of a struggle, some shelves knocked over, and gunfire. The smoke was so thick he could see anything but green and red blaster bolt flashes. Simmie caught some of the smoke in his eyes and mouth and it stung like a yellow jacket in August. He looked in the reflection of the glass on the wall by the water fountain. It was a 1st degree chemical burn all over his face and in his mouth. Finally, three men came out in handcuffs covered in first and second-degree chemical burns held by the cops.
The sergeant was carrying the evidence. He put a suitcase down on the ground and photographed it with his triquarter.
He came up to Simmie and said in a gruff smoker’s voice, “Give the gas an hour to dissipate and run the ventilation at full blast. There is a body in there you need to remove but we can send the coroner to do it.”
“Yes, sir.”
The cop patted Simmie on the shoulder. “You did good kid. Most people get scared on their first SWAT raid.”
Simmie wasn’t scared exactly. He just wanted to end the fly on the wall which caused him so many problems. Truthfully he felt relief. The SWAT officer would write up a report. The report would be signed by Simmie and approved by the commander. In six weeks the three survivors would be court-martial, found guilty, and then executed for treason. Military trials only had one verdict with no chance of appeal. They were usually show trials televised for entertainment and ad revenue for the Navy.
Commander Theodore Came up behind Simmie as he jumped and turned around.
“Good job Lieutenant. Why don’t you take the rest of your shift off? You deserve it. I can manage your department.”
Simmie saluted and left. He went to the breakroom and clocked out using his military ID. Walking down the hall, he realized He was free for 96 hours.
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Simmie Came home to the sounds of Tangent and Brinus playing games. He removed his boots, socks, and shirt. It looked like Brinus started a load of laundry about thirty minutes ago. Simmie then put on a pair of gym shorts and looked at the refrigerator. It looked like they were low on spicy mustard.
He pulled out earth mustard seeds and ground them in a pestle with a grinding stone. Next, he mixed a variety of spices from ten different confederation worlds. After mixing the spices he poured in some base distilled vinegar and put the pot on boil. Someone rang the doorbell and Simmie Answered. It was a neighbor.
“I smelled you were cooking your spicy mustard.”
Simmie smiled. He was glad to see the neighbor because he enjoyed helping people. “You come for your usual jar?” he said, smiling.
Simmie let the neighbor in and she went into the kitchen.
Brinus came into the kitchen and slapped Simmie on the ass and kissed him on the neck.
“Hey Conncorda! Did ya’ come fer the mustard?” He addressed the neighbor with an edge in his voice. She always came when Simmie made his spicy mustard. Brinus thought it was annoying and she was leeching off of his kindness but whatever. It was Simmie’s business who he gave food, not his.
The mustard was ready and Simmie removed it from the stove. Brinus cooled it with his magic by pointing his wand at the pot. Simmie filled a glass jar with it and handed it to the neighbor.
She thanked him and Brinus flashed his screw you smile. She looked at him with a blank look and left.
Tangent came in a few moments later and grabbed a stool. She stuck her finger in the mustard and put her finger in her mouth. “That’s really spicy.” She gagged and made a disgusted face.
Simmie shrugged and then laughed. “Yeah, it’s confederation spicy mustard rub. It is a base used in a variety of meat dishes. I got the recipe from the great house chef.”
“Why do humans like spicy food?”
Brinus and Simmie looked at each other. Brinus said after a moment of silence, “I dunno we just do. It tastes good to us and we like the sensation. Although some humans are hyper-sensitive to spicy foods and can’t stand them.
“Yesterday there was a human who had some candy. He said it tasted sweet and that he liked sweets. Why?”
Brinus shrugged and looked and began putting the mustard in replicated glass jars. “The dopamine hit. Same reason why humans use drugs or do dangerous activities.”
“Humans are weird. Anyway, do you wish to get back to playing games?”
Brinus shook his head. “Now that Simmie is here I’m gonna work on my wood-burning project once I finish canning this here mustard. It should be ready fer the next layer of tung oil.”
“I am gonna go smoke.” Simmie left for the smoking room which was the refurbished servants’ quarters.