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Bringing Marijuana with you on your job in a Space Ship sounded crazy. Not only did you somehow manage to smuggle the baggie of items amongst the little luggage you had, but you also smoked with the Captain of the ship on some nights.
No one really paid any mind to you anyways; You were a Janitor on the Tulpar, making sure everything was cleaned and Sanitized. You just finished up cleaning the lounge, vacuuming the Carpeted floor and taking care of the trash cans, replacing the bins with fresh bags before taking the bags of trash down to the storage area for it so it could be taken care of once the ship landed back on earth.
Now you stood at the Closet in the hall near the cockpit that was used to store your items, taking your gloves off and disposing of them before You stepped out and locked it up for the night, shoving the keys back in your pocket and heading down the hall in the opposite direction of the stairs, to the Cockpit.
You felt for the bag of items in your coveralls oversized pockets as you walked, boots clunking against the metal of the ships floor being the only thing heard until you made it to the door of the cockpit, the entrance automatically opening at your presence.
The inside of the cockpit was dark, the only lights were the dozens of bright greens that illuminated buttons and levers, the main Navigation systems screen showed the ships coordinates and its current path, as well as anything in the path.
“ I was wondering when you were going to show up,” The Captain muses from his Seat, his hands grasping the steering system as he tossed a look over at you.
Curly was a handsome guy, no doubt; shaggy dirty-blond hair, blue eyes that were lidded with fatigue and had bags underneath, some stubble on his jaw, and he was bigger pothead than you were.
“ Did you think I’d pass on smoking in here again?” You ask him as you stepped in, the door sliding closed behind you as you took out the bag of items from your pocket; a few Pre-rolled blunts and a Lighter, the rest of your stash was up in your cabin hidden away.
You stepped over and sat in the Co-Pilots chair since Jimmy wasn’t here, thank god, and you opened the bag to fetch a blunt and the lighter.
Pony Express wasn’t NASA by any means, but there was enough air and ventilation in the Tulpar for some smoking on board, even though it still probably isn’t a great idea to smoke with a limited oxygen supply, even if the oxygen lasted well over the deadline for the Journey.
The lighter flickered to life and you held the flame against the tip of the blunt, the fiery red cherry against the green lights glowing as you took a puff before passing it to Curly, who kept a hand on the steering as he smoked some.
The route was relatively smooth tonight; No space junk to dodge or swerve past, nothing on the monitor save for the square to see where the ship was headed, the Coordinates, and the time it was back on earth, the 23 ticking down to a 00.
You hadn’t even noticed you had been staring so hard at the time stamp on Curlys monitor until the blunt was passed back over to you, causing you to look up at Curlys face as you took it.
The bags under his eyes looked worse in the dim green glow, You knew he stayed up later than the others because he didn’t fully trust the Autopilot, but damn. The timestamp in the corner of the monitor slowly ticking up to 1 just showed you how late he’d stay up in the cockpit.
“.. You look rough,” You tell him after taking a puff, smoke curling out the corners of your mouth as the smoke and smell lingered in the air of the cockpit.
“ Jimmy said the same thing,” Curly muses before coughing into his Uniform sleeve.
“ Well, I guess Jimmy’s right about something,” You remark, shifting in the Co-pilots seat, the seats weren’t very comfortable and were only big enough for One person.
“ y’ work yourself too hard.” You took a deep inhale off the blunt, holding the smoke in your mouth as you passed it back before you exhaled it.
Curly went quiet for a moment, mulling over something in his head until he looked back over at you.
“ Wanna Steer?”
“ What?” You question in disbelief, but you were already halfway out of your seat just by the question alone.
“ Yeah, come on,” Curly grabs your arm to pull you over, but with how tight of a squeeze it was to get in the chair without accidentally pressing anything on the control panels, he used some force to lift you up and over to his lap, grunting at your added weight on him as he moved the blunt from one hand to the other.
“ Don’t worry about steering too far off route, autopilot will kick in and put us back on track.” He assures you with a pat on your thigh, sticking the blunt in his mouth as he moves his hands up to guide yours up to grasp the steering.
“ if that’s so, then why don’t you rest and let the Autopilot work on it’s own?” You ask him, settling down on his lap and grabbing the prongs used to steer the ship.
“ I like to make sure we don’t crash into anything,” Curly replies, leaning back in his chair as the hand on your thigh came up to your hip.
“ Wouldn’t the Autopilot just move the ship anyways?” “ Tulpar’s an old gal, Her autopilot only kicks in when it’s Veered off course or when something big is headed our way. It doesn’t detect multiples of anything or deter when there’s something small coming our way,”
“ Oh, that’s a shame,” You respond as Curly shifts behind you, your stomach twisting as something semi-hard moved as he did, his hands reaching over to your own as they engulfed your own as he took hold of the double pronged steer.
“ It’s pretty simple moving it around,” Curly starts, giving you a quick crash course on how to move the ship.
“ Right is Right, Left is Left, you can’t really fuck it up,” The smoke that left his mouth as he spoke made you feel dizzier than you already were from hotboxing the Cockpit, and you could feel the cotton-mouth starting.
“ You see the square up on the monitor?” He points the blunt in his hands up at the screen, the square he was referring to in the center of the screen.
“ It shows where the ship is headed, so if you veer here,” He moves the steer over to the right, and the box on the monitor moved to the right too. “ it’ll show,”
Curly takes his hands off as the autopilot fixes the ship back on course, a hum leaving your throat as Curly shifts back down, taking one last hit before passing the blunt back to you, his hand running up your spine.
“ You’re getting handsy,” You tell the Captain in a warning tone, bringing the blunt up to you lips as you fill your lungs, Curly simply replying with grasping your hips, scooting down in the seat a little to grind that Semi-hard against you.
You and Him had spent some night smoking together, and one thing about him was that he was incredibly needy when he got high. It’s caused you two to get closer than a Janitor and a Captain should be, but hey, It was the depths of Space, who even cares? The crew and ship were already a little over 100 and something days into a 382 day shipment.
Curly shifted up once again, seeming to get frustrated by the fact that he couldn’t seem to get comfortable with You sitting on his lap, tugging your coat off and tossing it into the Co-Pilots seat before his chest pressed against your back, panting heavily into your neck as his hands begun to fumble and toy with the buttons of your jumpsuit.
“ really? Come on, You’re exhausted as is,” You glance down at him, only for him to hold the back of your head in place and he leaned forward, planting a kiss on your lips, to which you leaned in for, only for him to pull back and guide you up.
The chairs couldn’t recline, so it was rather stiff, but you turned around on his lap to straddle him, Curlys fingers working on unbuttoning and tugging down your coveralls to reveal the white tank top with the Pony Express logo you wore underneath it.
The coveralls were pushed down to your waist and you adjusted yourself on Curlys lap, straddling his thighs as you put the blunt in between your lips as you moved your hand up to undo his own buttons, a firm hand on your back keeping you steady.
Curlys free hand came up to pluck the blunt from your lips, taking one last inhale before putting it out on the arm of the seat, blowing the smoke at you and chuckling as you turned your nose up.
He then tugged his arms out of his coveralls, pulling the bottom half of it down enough to show his underwear. No one really wore pants underneath the Coveralls, just a shirt and underwear, which was perfect because that meant less layers of clothes to take off.
Curly held you steady as you moved around to get your own coveralls down enough, eventually having them and your underwear bunch up at your shoes.
“ You look baked as all hell,” You say to the man, his heavy lidded blue eyes closing as he chuckled at your remark, pulling you closer up to him by the hip as his hand moves down to pull his cock out.
You really weren’t lying when you said that he got needy and sensitive whenever you two got high together; his dick was flushed red at the tip and precum was beading out of the slit.
The atmosphere in the Cockpit was hot and heavy, the smoke lingering in the air and the Cotton mouth you were having making you feel more disoriented as Curly positioned himself against your opening.
You gave a soft grunt as Curly finally pushed in, a moan leaving his lips as he screwed his eyes shut and rolled his head back while you sunk down on him, taking him with a little struggle.
Soft pants left your lips as well as the high settled in your brain, licking your lips and trying to wet the inside of your mouth while Curly kept a hold on you, his stubble scratching your collarbone as you leaned your head against his.
His hands held you in place as he tried to buck up to get inside of you more, but going in dry wasn’t ideal.
“ come on, relax,” He talks to you sweetly between frustrated pants.
Curly leaned away from you, staring into the white fabric of your tanktop as he adjusted you like a Doll; Bringing your legs up more and leaning you back, your hands gripping onto the armrests as Curly pulled your shirt up over your chest.
You were still trying to get your mouth wet again, swallowing some saliva as you arched your back, your shirt getting bunched up over your chest and having large, calloused hands run down your sides in a soothing manner.
You leaned over just a bit and slid your hands up on the armrests to get a better grip, a shutter leaving you as the rest of him slid in, stretching you out with the girth almost agonizingly.
“ There y’ go, you’re so good baby,” Curly praises as you lift your hips up some to give him room to move while you leaned over to him and curled up into his chest, arms wrapping around his neck as he gave a small kiss to your jaw before he started moving.
You weren’t used to this Position at all, so he had to help for the most part, manhandling you up and down his cock.
The cockpit was heavy, the smell of Sex and Weed lingered in the air as Curly moved you and also bucked up into you, legs shaking and growing weak from the overwhelm of stimulation hitting you, labored pants coming from you as your knees were starting to ache from their spots beside Curlys thighs.
“ tired?” Curly asks with a huff, noticing your aches and the shaking as he stopped for a moment, having just barely picked up any momentum.
You give a simple nod in reply, mouth too dry and head too up in the clouds to speak.
“ okay, c’mon…” Curly wrapped his arms around you to keep you in place as he slowly got up with you on him, careful not to accidentally press any buttons on the control panel as he flipped over, putting you in the chair and giving him more space to move.
Your knees were pulled up to your head as Curly ducked under the bunched fabrics that still hung from your ankles, finding his way back into you with a soft push and sinking back in.
He looked so Handsome in this new angle, sighing and groaning as he bucked his hips into yours. You couldn’t help but to run your hands down his clothed chest and back up to his face for a moment, stubble scratching against your hands.
Curly ducked his head down to you, heavy breaths puffing against your neck as his moans and whimpers got louder, forgetting about being quiet all together, which dominoed into You getting louder as well.
“ fuck… Fuck,” Curly moaned, standing upright and pulling away from you, grabbing you by the legs and pulling you with him, hitting you at another new angle that got a pretty loud yelp out of you, the new angle putting him perfectly at a spot inside of you and immediately made your legs quiver.
Your eyes squeezed shut and you put an arm over your eyes as Curlys mind clouded and he picked up the pace, fucking into you almost roughly as he was eager to reach that Orgasm High, and then his thrusts began to stutter and his moans got more High-pitched.
“ ah- Shit..” Curly sighs as he dumped his load inside of you, forgetting to pull out and just do it on your stomach.
“ fuck, sorry…. Are you okay?”
Your chest was heaving from the two highs you were experiencing, breathing through your mouth as the moisture still hadn’t returned, giving him just s simple thumbs up in reply.
The feel of Curly pulling out of you felt almost painful, emotionally, and you sat up to see what he was doing.
He puts himself back into his underwear and pulled his coveralls back up, taking his shirt off before he pulled the coveralls up all the way, chest glistening in the green lights with sweat before he zipped his suit back up and turned to you.
Bunching the shirt up in one hand, he got to work with cleaning the mess up as it dribbled out of your hole, using his shirt to soak it up off the chair before teasing you with lightly rubbing the fabrics round your entrance to get what was leaking out, Chuckling as you tensed and shuttered at the extra stimulation.
Curly then tossed the shirt away, picking you up carefully and squeezing out of the captains chair, leaning you up against the back of it as he worked with helping you get dressed again. Your legs too wobbly to keep still as Curly pulled your Underwear and Coveralls back up for you, pulling your shirt back down and sipping your suit up.
Once you were dressed again and still looking quite disheveled, Curly pet the side of your head and leaned down to plant a quick kiss on your lips before pulling away.
“ Go treat that cotton mouth, I’ll be up soon,” He tells you, and You nod before pushing yourself off the back of the chair, legs still shaky as the door opened automatically for you as you left for the Lounge to get something to drink.