About Flight Plan

by Mike Shade
30 pages / 8850 words
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Twins Rocco and Zeke do most everything together, in and out of bed. They fly space transport, make love, and sometimes share the same men. So when Zeke meets engine doctor Derrick, and doesn't tell Rocco about him right away, things get tense. Derrick is hot, though, and he might be just what the doctor ordered. Can these volatile twins agree long enough to get what they desire?

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 "Ah, ah, ah, before you finish that thought you might want to remember who keeps your engine running." Zeke gave him a wink, nudged their hips together and preceded him into the engine room. "Yo, engine doc. What've you done to my baby?"

Eyes as black as the shock of hair that stuck up in random patterns flashed up at him. "Blew the fracking cooling system. Haven't you two done any preventative maintenance on this old bitch?"

Zeke shook his head, just grinning and leaning against a block of girders. The asshole didn't look for a minute like he gave a fuck they were dead in the water.

Rocco growled. "I thought we had a check up after dropping that load on Minor 7."

Zeke grinned over at him. "You wanted to pick up those lasoo gems -- we spent the money on that."

Well, fuck. Those had been a bust, a damned waste of money and space.

"How long to fix it?" he asked the engine doc.

"Maybe four marks, assuming the tools are here, the fracking parts." The man was lean, spare, sharp featured.

He glared at Zeke. "You hear that? Four marks."

"I heard. We can swallow the time."

"I'll make you swallow something all right."

Zeke winked at him. "Sweet talker."

Rocco rolled his eyes. "Will us helping you make it go faster?" he asked the doc.

"I could use some extra hands, yeah." Those eyes were bright for a second, then dark again.

He glanced at Zeke who raised his eyebrows and grinned at him - yeah, his lover had seen it, too. Maybe even already knew about it and that was why he'd hired the guy. You never knew with Zeke, just what he'd latch onto.

"Well, Zeke here's pretty handy."

Zeke's grin turned to a glare and he ducked a whap.

"Fabulous. Someone go check the couplings and someone else check reset the thermo." Doc leaned back into toward the motor, tools clanking.

"You do the couplings," Zeke ordered.

At his raised eyebrow his brother leaned in against him. "You've got the hands for it, Rocco."

He purred, sliding one hand along Zeke's belly. Damn the man to Pivot's icy floes, Zeke always knew how to disarm him.

"I don't give a bleeding shit who does what, just do it." The Doc had a great voice, sharp and smart, cutting like a knife.

He chuckled and pulled Zeke in for a quick, hard kiss. "Behave," he growled softly.

Zeke just grinned and winked and started resetting the thermo.