CRUCIBLE OF REJECTION

Chapter 39

They finished eating.. Trekker pouted.

What Trey said.

Oh I don't know...I didn't get to eat the meat or anything in the bread basket.. How much do you guys hate me..if I wanted to become a vegetarian I wouldn't be buying meat Trekker said.

Captain Wyatt didn't eat any meat or bread too Trey said.

What..why .... did you guys refuse he eats too...This is discrimination..my Captain and I are being discriminated...is it because we are better looking Trekker asked then covered his mouth his eyes widening as he realized what he said.

Everyone laughed... Trekker looked at his boss to see him smiling at him...

Shit he smiles Trekker said making everyone laugh again.

That was not supposed to come out.... Trekker said pouting.

Oh... Trek..my cute little Trek...Trey said.

Don't call me cute.. Trekker said.

Okay fighter. Nobody stopped Captain Wyatt from eating.. he chose not to eat Trey said.

Why Trekker asked looking at Christopher.

Because you weren't eating them Christopher said making Trekker blush as everyone ohhed around the table.

Why are you two even here Trekker asked .

Trek... you are being rude Trey said.

I ... sorry that came out wrong.. What are you doing here Trekker asked.

Still, rude Trek... they are visiting me.. And it's your turn to do the dishes Trey said.

But I did them yesterday Trekker said.

Well you are the only one who doesn't cook around here.. it's only fair you do the dishes when one of us doesn't feel like it Dré said.

But that's not fair.. it's not my fault you two won't let me cook anything Trekker said.

Oh nephew....if only you could actually cook... now less talking and more cleaning up Dré said .

I hate you both....I should really look for a new place to live Trekker said getting up to collect the dishes.

Good luck with that Trey said smiling.

If I stab you with this fork will it hurt Trekker asked smiling.Trey moved away from him.

You scare me sometimes Trey said.

I'll help you Trek.. Christopher said.

What no..sit down.. you are a visitor.. it's okay I'll do it ... I'll just load them up in the dishwasher Trekker said.

I'll help you Christopher said taking some dishes to the kitchen.

Trekker looked at him then at Brandon.

What Brandon asked.

Aren't you going to help Trekker asked.

I'm a visitor...a guest Brandon said.

The only guest I see here is Cap.. you are here most of the time... sleeping in our couch Trekker said.

It's a good couch too. A very comfortable one. You know Trekker you are the only Rookie who's not scared of me..Trey does get scared of me and he respects me... you on the other hand..... Brandon said.

What's there to respect about you.. Trekker said leaving with the last pltes to the kitchen.

I hate you Brandon yelled.

Right back at yah Trekker yelled.

He got in the kitchen...He started loading the dishes.Then he felt a presence behind him.He was about to turn around when the person pressed themselves against him and hugged him from behind.He could smell his Captain's colonge.He swallowed and tried to steady his breathing as he felt his Captain's dick getting hard.

Cap...

Shhh don't say anything...let me feel this.. Do you know what you were doing to me as you pouted...

Trekker leaned to the side giving up his neck to his Captain who kissed it all Trekker closed his eyes as he felt himself getting hard.This was a very dangerous situation for him...

Sir...I...

Please let me enjoy this.... Christopher said turning Trekker around to face him.He noticed Trekker's face was deep red and smiled.He smiled even more when he felt Trekker's hard on .

I did this.. Christopher said as he inched his face closer to Trekker's.He noticed Trekker bite his lower lip as his gaze lingered on his face then lips.

Trekker's hand tangled in Christopher's hair, pulling him closer their lips colliding with a force that nearly knocks the breath from both of them. The kiss is hungry, desperate, a release of all the tension and longing that's been building between them for so long. It's not gentle-there's nothing soft or tentative about the way they devour each other, mouths opening to taste, to explore, to claim.

Christopher's hands find Trekker's waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as he pulled him impossibly closer, pressing their bodies together with a need that borders on frantic. The taste of Trekker, the heat of him, is intoxicating, overwhelming, and Christopher felt like he'll drown in it, in him.

Trekker growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating between them as Christopher deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against Trekker's with a hunger that sent a shiver down Trekker's spine. It's raw, almost brutal, and yet it's exactly what they both need-an outlet for the desire that has been burning between them, threatening to consume them both.

The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the heat of the kiss, the feel of Trekker's body pressed against his, the way their breaths mingled in the space between their lips when they finally, reluctantly, pulled back for air. But it was only for a moment-a brief pause before they dove back in, mouths crashing together again with a passion that was almost punishing in its intensity.

This wasn't just a kiss-it was a claim, a surrender, a promise that they've both crossed a line they can never uncross. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were panting, their foreheads resting against each other, both of their lips swollen. Trekker's eyes looked wild, his breathing ragged, making Christopher smirk . They were both wrecked.

Suddenly Trekker pushed him away and looked scared..He was about to run away when Christopher pulled him into his arms.