Flashfic: on Vengeance

I’ve been tempted (!) to post my flashfic MOVING ON after the prompt at Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge:  Thy Name is Vengeance.

Moving On

I’m huddled alone in the fuel room, monitoring the gauges. Enough in Tank #3 to power His craft back to the space station, safe and smooth.

Barely dried tears still nestle in my beard.

I shouldn’t care. Open relationships are the norm nowadays.

That’s what He said last night, through lips that smiled at my shock, that were still halfway down Second Officer (Onboard Facilitation) Grend’s cock.

Facilitation. Right.

Seven months together is a bloody long time on a space station, when soporific days are marked only by a change of task sheet. Where intimacy is planned in advance, lusty breath rationed, precious lube usage kept to a minimum.

I thought it’d count for something.

Stupid.

I’m too old to fall into that ‘screwing your boss’ trap. Funny how even in such a rigidly controlled environment, libido blows common sense farther than any satellite.

Humiliation. Can’t forget. Betrayal. Calls for action!

I glance at Tank #3, pumping its precious feed to His craft.

There’s a heady thrill in giving way to your emotions, albeit adolescent, vindictive and probably criminal.

I flip the switch on the tank lid, and an amber light awakens.

I remember doing this once, on an Earth car. Belonged to a guy who dumped me. I was only a teenager.

Felt good.

I unscrew the lid. There’s only a matter of seconds before the break in flow is noticed.

The amber light starts flashing. So, scold me. I unzip my suit, disengage the urine bag, release my cock. And piss into the tank.

Not enough to endanger the landing: enough to make it choppy as all hell. Twenty seconds of hot, pure, rejuvenating revenge.

Zipped again, I tighten the lid. Amber returns to a pale green pout.

And I’m smiling like that teenager I once was.

We can all move on, right?

 

copyright / Clare London / posted first 2018 on QSF Facebook group

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Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant. She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters. Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind... she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home. Clare loves to hear from readers, and you can contact her here: Website: http://www.clarelondon.com E-mail: clarelondon11@yahoo.co.uk Blog: www.clarelondon.com/blog Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clarelondon Twitter: https://twitter.com/clare_london Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/clarelondon Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/clarelondon/ Google+ : https://plus.google.com/u/0/+ClareLondon/posts

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