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Outlaw Hard: Coming of Age	By : Outlaw_Hard Category: +M to R > Outlaw Star Views: 2112 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Outlaw Star, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Jim took the data board the salvage foreman handed him. It listed the bounty plus the value of the scrap, minus taxes and expenses from docking the Outlaw Star. He frowned at the charges, but they seemed in order.
Affixing his digital signature to the form, a graphic showed the Outlaw Star’s account gaining money in the given amount, followed by a “Thank you for doing business with us!” graphic, thus concluding the exchange.
The foreman thanked Jim and signalled for the rest of his men to begin off-loading the scrap into the station’s possession. With that, the last of the major tasks were complete and Jim was free to make his way back to the crew quarters.
Gene almost bumped into him, coming into the cargo area.
“Hey Gene, we’re pretty much done here. Did you need something..?” Jim asked curiously. It wasn’t often that Gene bothered to oversee scrap recovery.
“Jim! Yes! No! Wait..” he began before pausing. “Jim, how did you do that?”
Jim tilted his head, “What do you mean? You mean the docking?”
Gene nodded intently.
“I’ve watched you do it so many times that I knew the drill inside and out, Gene,” Jim replied simply. “I also spent time studying the standard docking procedures, the control console, and all of the things that need to happen.”
“You studied? Wait, there are manuals for flying this ship?” Gene asked incredulously.
Jim sighed and shook his head. “Gene..yes, there are manuals. Gilliam could easily explain anything that I couldn’t find, too.”
Gene frowned, “So you studied..huh.”
“Yep. Now that the scrap is dealt with, along with the money, I’m going to get a shower,” Jim replied as he moved past Gene headed towards the crew quarters.
“Oh..right..” Gene said absently. “I guess things are all wrapped up here then..”
Jim stared at Gene side-long and nodded slowly, “Yeah.. Gene are you okay?” he asked with concern.
“Uh, me?” Gene blinked, “Yeah, I’m okay..” He shook his head and added, “A shower, huh? That’s a good idea..”
With that, Jim nodded a little and turned away, walking through the exit headed towards the crew quarters, leaving Gene behind.
That was weird.. Gene has been acting strange lately. Maybe he’s not feeling well? I expected him to point out the mistakes I made in the docking, or to give me a ribbing about flying too slow..
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Gene’s mind spun in circles. Emotions clashed within him as he tried to keep up with the day’s events.
Jim’s a good pilot. He’s a safe pilot. He’s smart. Way smarter than I am. When did I start feeling so old? Jim will end up being better at every single thing I do, eventually. And he’s really hot, too damnit. Wait, Jim’s hot? Wait..wait wait wait.. What the hell am I thinking??
Gene rubbed his face as he thought back to seeing Jim in his briefs. In fact, he tried not to think about Jim taking off those briefs...stepping into the shower...completely naked..
“I am not Fred damnit!” Gene shouted suddenly. There was no one nearby to hear him, except Gilliam.
“Are you okay, Gene?” a Gilliam bot slid into view and the voice came from its speaker.
“Gilliam..I’m fine. I’m..going to get a shower,” Gene replied with a frown. He turned and stepped through the hatch in the bulkhead, making his way toward the crew quarters.
His booted footsteps made a drum beat upon the ship’s decking as he made his way through the ship. Pushing all thoughts of Jim’s body from his mind, he decided that the best way to deal with this was to do what he always did, confront it head on.
As he entered the men’s side of the crew quarters, he could hear the shower going in the bathroom. He stripped out of his clothing and opened the door to the bathroom.
There were several shower stalls set up along the wall with dividers, similar to locker room showers so as to use up as little room as possible, but still afford some modicum of privacy. Jim’s head stood above one of the stalls as he bathed.
Gene couldn’t help but remember back when Jim’s head was far shorter than the stall dividers. He would tease Jim, suggesting he was a child who needed help bathing. It would always get a rise out of the kid. Jim was no child any longer, however.
As Gene stripped out of his clothing, Jim glanced over and acknowledged Gene with a nod. Suddenly Gene felt very nervous, as he stripped off his underwear. This was the first time that he had ever felt self-conscious around Jim. Why was he feeling this way? Wasn’t this just like how it has always been?
Shaking off the feeling, Gene chucked his clothing into a laundry basket next to the stalls and strode towards the empty stall next to Jim’s. Early on, they started using specific stalls, given that Jim was prone to complaining about Gene leaving it a mess or something. Gene couldn’t help but glance in at Jim as he passed by.
Jim was facing toward the shower at that instant, offering Gene a clear view of his backside. Water streamed down from his slicked-back hair, running down his broad back, following the curve of his spine toward his ass. He had well-defined glutes amid his trim waist, leading to toned thighs and solid developed calves. His physique wasn’t quite like Gene’s and was a bit more trim, more lithe.
Something started to stir in Gene at this glance, so he hurried on to his own stall, cranking the shower on a cold setting, hoping to quench the fire before it landed in his loins. He let the water shock his body, hoping it would knock sense into him.
“So what’s up, Gene?” Jim asked casually, “You seem like you’ve been tense lately.”
Gene glanced down at his manhood, which did not rise to the occasion, much to his relief. He looked back to Jim, “Nothing. I’m fine.”
Jim just nodded a little and sighed, “Piloting the Outlaw Star is just as challenging as I expected, you know.”
“Oh? You seemed to nail it on your first try,” Gene replied.
“It was just docking, though,” Jim said, shaking his head with a wry grin. “Of course, I didn’t just jam it in, like you tend to do..”
Gene frowned and hmph’d, “I just hate waiting is all. I want to get to the action as quickly as possible. It’s boring, otherwise.”
Jim smirked, “You never change.” He turned his shower off and shook out his hair, then slicking it back out of his eyes. Pausing for a moment, a small blush crept into his cheeks and he just looked straight ahead, “So I did okay?”
Gene closed his eyes and let the cold water soak his hair, running down his face and neck, “You did great, Jim.”
Jim’s expression lightened and he nodded, “Thanks Gene..” With that, he began toweling off in the stall.
It took another minute or so before Jim made his way out, raising a hand in farewell to Gene before he turned the corner, towel wrapped around his trim waist.
Gene exhaled slowly. He began to soap up his body, starting at the top and working his way down. When he came to his loins, he paused, noting how sensitive he was at his own touch. If only it were Jim’s hand instead of...no, no, NO. He finished soaping up and began rinsing off.
Once Gene finished, he reached out for his towel, grabbing at nothing but air. In his distracted state, he had completely forgotten to bring his towel with him. Grumbling at himself, he shook off as much water as he could and called out, “Hey Jim, you still there?”
Jim peaked his head around the corner as he was pulling on his pants, “Yeah Gene?”
“Uh..could you throw me a towel? I forgot mine..”
“Sure, hang on a ‘sec..” Jim replied and disappeared. It took a moment before he returned. “Gene, you didn’t do the laundry, did you?”
Gene blinked. Was it his turn? He had forgotten. He replied, “It must have slipped my mind..”
Jim sighed and shook his head. He tossed Gene a towel and replied, “Well, use my towel for now. I’ll get the laundry going for you, but it’ll be your turn again next time, okay?”
Gene caught the towel and stared at it for a moment. After a few beats he looked up and called out after Jim, “Sorry about that, thanks!”
The towel was still damp, though not drenched. He began rubbing his wet hair with it, and instinctively inhaled. The towel smelled humid, but clean. Jim’s scent, if it was still in the towel, was masked by the clean soap smell that permeated the air in the shower, causing a moment of disappointment for Gene.
That disappointment was quickly followed by confusion, and Gene suddenly tossed the towel to damp tile floor. “What the hell..is wrong with me..” he muttered.
Since the towel was now hopelessly damp from the tile floor, he kicked it out of the stall and just leaned against the divider, lost in thought as he let the rest of his body air dry.
Maybe I should go to the station and find some chick to sleep with, to try and make all of this go away. Yeah, that should do the trick. Hopefully.
After a short time, Gene emerged and put on a fresh set of clothing. He purged all of the other thoughts and feelings from his mind and set about his new-found mission to get laid as soon as possible. He had no idea how awry his plan was about to go.
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