Starfire

Chapter Two:: The Metal House

Well, after all was said and done, Tex was in pretty bad shape. When Tyrin didn't see his ally right behind him, he knew the fucker didn't hear him when he told him to get the fuck out. That's what heavy metal does to ya... Luckily for Tex though, Tyrin went back. He went back and grabbed the heap of metal that was once Dip Shit and hauled it back to his private compound on one of the drifter colonies.

Anyway, it's been three hours. He's been all inside of Suzanna. Fixing shit. Adding shit. Fixing Tex's baby up like brand new. But before that, he had to fix up his friend. A Thermal towel resting against his head, coving the big, black and blue knot that raised from the bump to his half empty noggin... he was pretty lucky. It seemed he -just- escaped by the skin of his damned teeth. Ah, but living on the edge is what people like them live for, isn't it?

So, after all is completed and checked and worked out, it was already the next day. Tyrin was asleep in a chair in the corner of his workshop while Tex had Tyrin's bed. Least he could to be hospitable. This place is a fucking -dump-! But it's what Tyrin has. And it's served him fucking well, that's for sure.

Tex groans softly as he turns his head, the feeling of disgust, bile, and anger rising in his spine, getting ready to spit out of his mouth.

"Shit.." he moans, his eyes opening to slow slits. It's a low tone and he is too much in shadow to stop and try to make sense of the other shadows around him. Okay... but maybe a few. His baby.. he can see her, standing near, her body shining in the dim glow from outside, star shine, bursting through a window at the top of a shop..? A metal shop of some sort.

The bed under him feels like rock. He moves, slowly, uncertainly, as he digs his hands into the pillow and slowly pushes himself up, staring around him and then closing his eyes when the pain gets to be too much. Instead, he just holds his head and grimaces, hissing softly to himself.

"Fucking convoy. fucking shit. I'll hafta talk t'Owen." and the rest is a range of mumbles, already making plans. Then, softer. "Where the fuck am'I?" raising his head with a bear like heaviness and looking out at the darkness of the great room. "Hey baby." standing unsteadily, he grabs at a chair back and slowly starts to walk the room toward the larger places, moving with some care, toward Suzanna and.. it seems, Bitch.. the two of them standing ready to go, just like before. "Damnn... it's okay, baby.. I know ya didn't mean ta have me get hurt.." his palm flat on her surface, like a lover returned.

Tyrin nearly fell out of his chair. he's so used to working, sleeping by himself that the sound of Tex's voice scared the shit out of him. he sits up abruptly, his dark eyes scanning the room to stop upon Tex, who's walking around his workshop and most certainly to his baby.

Tyrin gives a yawn, stretching lazy like before untangling himself from the chair he was sleeping in, walking slowly towards Tex.

"You're in my workshop dude."

He says softly coming around from Tex's left, looking on Suzanna proudly...

"You thought you loved your baby before... Well... You're gonna want to marry her once you feel and see the improvements... No charge... A thanks is sufficient... "

Tyrin laughs and looks at Tex's head, whistling low at the shiner still sticking out of his head like a barnacle...

"Damn... She whooped your ass, man... That'll teach you to treat her carelessly..."

Tex is staring at her, his fingers curling against her side, then flattening, as if had she flesh, he'd not have been able to keep from grabbing handfuls of it in his desire. It's a sensual attack on her, feeling it through his own body, he's had more than one mechanic make cracks about getting a room. He grins, shaking his head carefully because he finds after the first shake left, that it hurts like a sunuvabitch. "Nah.. I ride her hard.. and she likes it, don'cha baby?" he purrs at her in a way that is pure liquid sex. "Hard and fast, cause she likes it rough..."

Seriously though... Tryin treated his Bitch with respect... probably the -only- female he'd do that for... No other woman would be worth more to him... And in return, she's been -fucking- good to him... She's a fabulous machine and she is indeed a -big- bitch on the battlefield...

Tex sighs then, leaning more fully on Suzanna, finding that his head still kills and he's none too steady on his feet. "Thanks, man. Anything I can do ta pay you back... you saved my ass out there.. and hers..." he grins, but he's said it all in a way that leaves one thinking if he even truly understands how much ass Tyrin had saved, death is still a vague concept to him and it might be said that when it comes, it'll be the ultimate surprise to a man who believes he cannot die, that he lives a charmed life.

"You have a mild concussion, man... Your ass should be resting..."

"I'll rest in her.." Tex says, staring back at the suit. "She's my bed... dammit.. I'm gonna hafta get her electronic signature changed, You too. Just cause they had enough time to do a information transfer would be my guess. To be on the safe side. My man Owen can do that shit for ya. Whatcha say?"

At that very moment, as Tyrin watches Tex with Suzanna, a strange, carnal feeling comes over him... Watching him touch her... Touch her like he's longed to be touched... Purring and whispering naughty, delicious things to her like Tyrin as longed so much to hear... he feels his legs turning to jelly at the very thought and his own dick getting rock solid hard.. He groans a bit, taking a step back and folding his hands down at his crotch... Nibbling his bottom lip in nervous reverie... Damn... How long's it been since he's had sex? Jesus, he didn't even want to -think- it...

He gives a sigh and then a make shift smirk, almost not even hearing the other's words on... What the hell was he saying again?

"Oh, yeah... That's a good idea... yeah, whenever you're ready and whatnot... I ain't got shit here to eat, so don't even ask... And she is a bad girl out there, I tell ya... But yeah, you're welcome... That's what friends are for and shit, right?"

Oh, fucking -damn- he was hornier than a meteor shower gone wrong... Why'd Tex have to do that to him? Make him imagine them tangled up in satin sheets, crawling all over each other with dreadful lust? While his hands were place in that strategic place between his legs, he gives his need a hard squeeze, teeth digging into the flesh of his lips as it throbs horridly... he needs relief and he needs it -now-...

"Uhhhhm... Excuse me a minute man..."

Tex doesn't notice, too caught up in his girl, too caught up in the shadows, in recognizing the room, in making plans. "Sure.. sure thing.. not like I'm going anywhere.." he gives Tyrin a quick grin and then goes back to worshipping at the body of his lovely Suzanna.

Tyrin hurries off and to the bathroom, nearly tearing his pants off to free his sex... Hand already stroking, already pumping his pained need as one hand presses against the wall of his bathroom... His hips buck -wildly- with the scenario he had thought up, featuring his friend and bites his tongue to stifle the scream that so desperately wants to escape him... In moments, relief comes to him, but a painful, unfulfilled relief... It's not the satisfaction he was aching for... It wasn't what he wanted... He wanted that man caressing his suit, teasing poor Tyrin to some fiery need...

He stood there for long moments, milking himself the evidence of his lust for that damned man... And even after that, he had to calm himself fully before he was able to even face Tex again...

But, once he did...

"You need a better place to stay, man."

He was sitting back in that chair of his in the corner when Tex speaks of his living arrangements...

"The hell's that supposed to mean, man? This ain't that bad... I mean, yeah, I'm squatting, but I built this shit up from scratch... Though, I don't remember the last time I slept in an actual bed... Besides... I can't afford to live anywhere else.. Not alone anyway... What're you getting at?"

Even as he was saying all this, he felt his heart -burning- in his chest... Is Tex offering Tyrin a better place to live? Or is Tyrin, drunk with desire just blowing it out of proportion?

"Whoa!" Tex laughs, raising a hand in defense of himself. "Shit man, don't take it so personally.. fuck, what's up with you?" and he gives Tyrin a quizzical gaze, not used to this sudden outburst of emotional attachment. "Fuck, maybe you like the place, don't get me wrong. It's a fucking nice place. Just not any place to live, ya know? And yeah.. I'm kinda in the same bag. I needed those fuckers to pay me and now they haven't and I've got three weeks before my baby's gonna be able to fly again without her electronic signature showing her off to all creation. But I have a kick ass apartment and I don't wanna lose it, see?" he shrugs and gives a half grin. "I swear man, I was just trying to pitch my place as a good place to crash when you don't wanna sleep with the smell of grease in yer nose.. "

"Aw, shit man!" Tyrin laughs softly, scratching his head impishly...

"My bad, man... My bad... So you got'choo a place with mad sweetness in it eh?"

He was trying his damnedest to play it off as cool as possible! He couldn't even begin to believe Tex is even -offering- him a place to live... he really did ache to get out of this dump...Maybe this Owen guy can let him keep his equipment in that hanger too... Ah, the work he could do there... he'd blow people's minds... he's working on ThermOptics, a soft of camouflage made a few centuries ago by the Japanese... the technology was lost with the last world war that basically turned Earth into a dust ball... But, yeah, this could be very useful to Tex... To himself as well...

"And it's not far, neither.. just at the next ....." Tex stops. "this is 7-R6, right? Cause my apartments in the next sector. Not far at all, man. And it's the bomb, I'm tellin ya. I made it up in the world. Shit.. even got a fucking running fountain in the middle of the fucker. And a door man! Hell, it's a far sight nicer than this shop, even if it don't have my baby in it. But I got a good hanger at Owen's to let her crash when she's not fucking me around, ya know?"

"Ah, hell... Why not?" What would it hurt? A lot! Tyrin just had a wet fantasy about Tex! How in the -hell- was he going to deal with seeing him everyday? Seeing him with -women- everyday? Ah, all he could do is hope that he'd have enough privacy to jack off and cry himself to sleep because of his desire... he's gorgeous... That's it... Tex had the kind of body he longed for... beautiful hands... beautiful arms... he can only imagine about the rest, but -damn- if it wasn't bringing his arousal to life again!

He rolls his eyes at himself and shudders, doing his best to push the feelings away... he had to have self control, otherwise he was going to go fucking crazy...

"Yeah, I'm in..."

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((Chapter 3: Settling into the pad.))