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reddwarfslash2012-06-05 01:13 pm
When We Met, Chapter 9
Pairing: Ace/Spanners
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techh_ism and my gfChapters: 9 of 15?
Rating: R
Summery: Before Ace went Dimension hopping he met a young scouser. One meeting changed their lives forever.
Disclaimer: Red Dwarf isn't mine, and Ace and Spanners are sadly the property of Grant Naylor.
Author's Note: I am so so so sorry I haven't updated since April. I've been very busy. I'll try to update this fic weekly. I'm almost done writing it (I think). I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It's very slashy, and I had fun writing it.
The Europa Space Station was amazing. Lister spent his off time either with Krissie or in the huge library reading up on his skills. He missed the Red Dwarf sometimes, but Peterson managed to gain a transfer to the kitchens at the station. They still sometimes went drinking, but Lister’s new job demanded most of his attention.
Now Lister had pilots depending on his skills directly. If he messed up it could cost them their lives. He enjoyed the rush, and the atmosphere. The eerie light from Jupiter bothered Lister when he and Krissie first arrived, but after a few weeks Lister regarded Jupiter like the distant Sun.
There was no shortage of work, and the first three months of Lister’s stay on Europa flew by. A pilot who had been away for five months was coming back today. Lister was told not to talk to him unless he was spoken to, as the pilot was very busy. They had to simply check over the ship, and then Lister was on black-box duty.
At 5pm base time, the pilot arrived. Lister made it late to the docking bay, as he entered he was stopped by a coworker of his. The man adjusted his pinkish hat, “Yer late, Spanners.”
“Sorry. I had to turn in a report to Bungo.”
“Try not to let it happen again. The Commander is already here, so we need to get started on checks.”
“Right.”
They walked towards the one-man plane together. Lister froze. The pilot removed his helmet, but Lister knew it was him before he saw his face. The golden flight suit, the grin, Lister felt his lungs hurt as they struggled to intake oxygen. But the hair was different, lighter and long and wavy rather than the dark curls Lister remembered.
The pilot turned his way, and froze. They stared at one another from across the docking bay. “Oh,” Lister’s coworker said, “Spanners, this is one of best pilots, Ace Rimmer. Ace this is our newest mechanic, Spanners.”
The two remained frozen, but Ace broke out of it first, running a hand through his now shoulder length hair, “We’ve met. Haven’t we, old love?”
“Yea.” Lister couldn’t think of a better reply. He hadn’t seen Ace in so long, and here he was standing in front of him. They would be working together. A small voice in Lister’s mind piped up: Did ‘e plan this? Lister started laughing. “Good ter see ya, Ace.”
“Nice glasses, Spanners.”
“Thanks. Nice hair.”
Lister’s coworker was glancing back and forth between the men, clearly missing something. “You busy, Spanners?” Ace asked, handing his helmet to another mechanic.
“Actually I’m on checks an’ black-box duty.”
“Can someone else do that?” Ace asked Lister’s pink-hatted coworker.
“Well, if you need Spanners for something, I’m sure we can get someone else to cover him.”
“He and I have a lot to discuss.” Ace’s eyes met Spanners’ again, and he grinned.
Lister didn’t like missing work, but this was Ace. He glanced at his coworker with a weak smile. “Fine. I’ll cover ya, Spanners. But I expect you in here early tomorrow.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ace removed his sunglasses, and nodded towards the docking bay exit. He and Lister exited in silence. Ace indicated that Lister should follow him, and led him down the corridor where Lister knew led to the Pilot Quarters. Ace opened a door at the end of the hall, stepping aside to let Lister pass.
The moment the door closed, Ace grabbed Lister by the shoulders and kissed him. Lister wrapped his arms around Ace, fingers digging into the golden flight suit. His other hand grabbed onto Ace’s hair, tugging.
Suddenly Ace’s hair had fallen limp in his hand. Lister broke the kiss and looked up at the taller man.“A wig?”
Ace smiled sheepishly. “What can I say, old chumburger? A little vanity never killed anyone.”
“But a wig, Ace?”
“I think suits me.”
Lister started laughing, and handed the wig back to the bemused Ace. Lister removed his glasses, wiping them with a rag from his pocket, as Ace refitted the wig over his short curls.
“Those real?” Ace asked, nodding to the glasses.
“Yea, I’m not a fraud. Doc prescribed ‘em a year ago. Me eyes are awful.” Lister replaced the glasses on his nose. He reached and grabbed Ace by his fur collar, pulling the pilot back to their interrupted kiss. He could feel Ace’s smile in the kiss.
Their clothes were quickly removed, thrown about the room. Ace pushed Lister onto his bed, kissing him again. Lister felt their erections grind against one another, and moaned into Ace’s mouth. His stubby nails scratched Ace’s back, and his back arched as Ace’s lips moved onto his Adam’s apple. Lister bit his lip to prevent further moans.
Ace’s left hand took hold of both their erection, rubbing them together. Lister heard Ace’s breath in his ear as the man left a noticeable hickey by Lister’s earlobe. Their lips crashed together again, and a final thrust Lister came, and Ace quickly followed.
Ace dropped his head on Lister’s shoulder, breathing fast. He cupped Lister’s face with his right hand and kissed him. Lister didn’t let go of Ace, partially petrified it was a dream. “It…it’s…been awhile…” Lister managed to breathe out.
Ace kissed him on the forehead, “Yea.” Lister felt Ace’s chest rise and fall against his, and his heart hammering through the skin and muscle. Lister felt Ace moving off of him, and held on. “Not yet. Jus’ a little longer, Ace.”
Ace lifted his upper body with his arms, hands on either side of Lister’s head, and smiled at the scouser. He leaned down and kissed Lister again.
They spent several quiet moments lying on Ace’s bed, Ace still lying on Lister. Finally the pilot rolled off, Lister didn’t stop him, but his stomach felt cold. Ace reached under his pillow pulling out a cheroot, lighting the tip with a match hidden in the cheroot box. “So, How’ve you been, Spanners ol’ love?”
Spanners laughed, pulling the cheroot from Ace and taking a puff. “I’ve been good. Got a promotion ter ‘ere, afta working on tha Red Dwarf fer few months. And I-” Lister’s voice died, he forgot about Krissie. The moment he saw Ace he forgot her face, her name, her scent, her pin-ball smile. All that mattered was Ace. But now in the after-sex haze Lister finally remembered the woman he claimed to love for the past five months.
“Yes?”
Lister suddenly sat up, his immediate instinct was to cover the forming hickey on his neck. Wa’ ‘ave I done? Lister thought desperately.
“Spanners?” Ace’s brows were furrowed in worry.
“I met sumone.” Lister muttered, barely above a whisper.
“When? Between the docking bay and you sitting up?”
“No. On the Dwarf. Her name is Krissie Kochanski.”
He saw Ace’s face fall, “I see.”
“Ace…I…”
Ace was silent for a moment, then “I’m happy for ya mate, hope she’s a good one, ‘eh?”
“Are ya serious?”
Ace sat up, patting Lister on the back, and threw an easy smile at him. Lister froze, the smile Ace gave him wasn’t his usual smile he reserved just for Lister, but rather the fake charming smile he gave everyone else. “Of course, old love.” Ace stood, and began getting dressed, he wouldn’t look at Lister.
“Ace…I…I didn’ mean ter move on. I’m sorreh, Ace.”
Ace smiled at him again, it was weak. He walked over to Lister, cupping his face. “I didn’t expect you to stay faithful, Spanners. I’m glad you found someone.” Lister stood suddenly, and kissed Ace.
“Dusn’ mean that ya an I are-”
“You deserve to be happy, Spanners. If this Krissie makes you happy I have no intention of getting in way, old love.”
“Ya make me ‘appy too, Ace.”
“You should get dressed and go see your Krissie.” Ace let go of him, sitting back on the bed. “I’m rather tired, old sausage.”
“No.” Lister turned to Ace, his brow furrowed. “Ace, I haven’t seen ya in two years. Krissie can be without me one day.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yea. There’s no where I’d rathe’ be tonight.”
Ace smiled at him. That smile. Lister grinned “I missed you so much, Ace.”
“I missed you too, Spanners.” Ace took Lister’s hand. “I’m sorry I haven’t written as often as I should’ve, old love.”
“Nah, yer were busy. An’ now ya can make it up to me.”
“That I can.” He tugged Lister towards him. It was odd to be a head taller than Ace, but Lister leaned down, kissing him.
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Actually that would fit with another fic I read about him. ;)
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What fic was that?
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"Spanners Grins And Bears It" by Kahvi. Can't find the link right now, but it's really good. :)
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Oh! I think I read that one! I'll have to hunt it down and re-read it.