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Day 3, 12:34, Sunday

It was lucky - as much as Sunday loathed to admit it - that the wormhole spat them out on a planet that the IPC took an interest in before they abandoned it. The small research center the Intelligentsia Guild had built, still received electricity from the quite formidable wind turbines and emergency generators. Even internet was available. Though calling it an internet connection was a bit much. Rather it was a connection directly to the headquarters in Pier Point. A clout to slowly upload any documents or studies, a chat room to interact with the managers and the most important tool for modern communication - email. 

They had clean running water, sanitation, medical supplies, food rations, a shocking amount of condoms and even a small greenhouse robots took care of dutifully even while abandoned. It seemed like the robots were not worth it to bring back, after the decision was made to abandon this remote planet. According to the research left behind, it didn’t have intelligent life, any interesting raw materials or flora and fauna that could be used for any of the endeavors the IPC made, therefore not worth it. Not even a workforce to exploit or trade could be set up here. It was lucky for the animals populating the planet that the IPC decided it was cheaper to bring the researchers home instead of just blowing the planet up and calling it a natural disaster. 

This was all to say, things could have been much worse. They could have ended up like their coworkers. Smattered into small pieces across the planet. Or sucked into a ship turbine. Or their spine broke on impact. Sunday hasn’t processed the carnage yet, nor has he processed the callousness with which Aventurine made a shallow grave for the co-workers that still had a body that could be buried.

Sunday didn’t really understand why Aventurine’s famous luck extended to himself in the moment of the ship wreck, albeit to a lesser degree. He still broke his leg on impact. But thankfully the medical supplies did include very modern serums that aided with the healing of broken bones. Already Sunday could walk around normally, even if he felt very nervous about Aventurine being the one to stab him with a needle. Though he didn’t need to be. It seemed like Aventurine had experience in administering that type of serum, wherever he gained the experience from. 

Aventurine was surprisingly adept at dealing with the aftermath of a shipwreck. He found the base. He started up the generator and set up the computer to message Jade at the headquarters, so the IPC might pick them up eventually. It will take about two weeks, apparently, until an emergency ship will arrive for them. Sunday wondered if Aventurine wasn’t a Stoneheart if they’d even bothered. Probably not. 

“Ugh,” Sunday made as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets, looking for a snack he might enjoy. It wasn’t ideal for him to be picky in this situation and he tried his best to not be, but he couldn’t help it. The texture and the taste of those rations was simply horrible. He ate them, but didn’t enjoy them. Unfortunately he wasn’t a good cook either. So the vegetables and fruits that were cultivated in the greenhouse never tasted great either. Aventurine wasn’t a good cook either, nor did he bother to cook. Not for Sunday anyhow, “Another box of condoms? Why are there so many condoms?” 

Aventurine looked up from the computer. He was deeply ingrained in some chat he had with a co-worker. Jade or Topaz, most likely, “You’re on a remote planet, with no entertainment,” he shrugged, “Nothing to do but fuck,”

Sunday’s wings fluttered once. He huffed out a breath in disbelief.

“Don’t believe me?” Aventurine smirked amused at Sunday, “You can ask Ratio how much the scientists fuck when trapped together with nothing to do,”

Sunday wrinkled his nose. He could not imagine Ratio was fucking anyone. Not while doing research anyhow. But there was hard evidence in the form of condoms littered throughout the entire building, so they were on hand just in case.

“Maybe we’ll get bored too while waiting,” Aventurine joked.

Sunday turned his back towards Aventurine. Ridiculous. But he also didn’t want to show the flush that creeped into his face at the suggestion of it. He knew if he took the bait Aventurine would make fun of him, “Keep hoping,” Sunday put the condoms back where he found them, “The condoms are expired anyways,”

“Too bad,”

–

Day 4, 10:11, Sunday

“Well, don’t get lost on your little walk, Sunny,” Aventurine said while fastening the digital watch around Sunday’s wrist. The watch was another artifact left behind by the researchers. It had a navigation system installed, some general information about the planet's flora and fauna. It’s not like there were any dangerous animals or plants. Or at least no one has found any dangerous flora and fauna yet.

Sunday rolled his eyes. He already told Aventurine many times he dislikes the nickname. It didn’t stop the man from using it, so Sunday stopped bringing it up, “I will be fine,” he said, “You sure you don’t want to join?”

“Nah,” Aventurine stuffed his hands into his pockets. 

“Don’t you get bored just sitting on the computer all day, waiting for someone to reply to you?”

Aventurine just shrugged.

Sunday’s wings fluttered, “Not interested in exploring at all?”

“Not really,” Aventurine walked back over to the desk, “There are bunch of interesting journal entries on here too,” he looked Sunday once over before he sat down, “We didn’t run out of food or water, there is no need for us to explore,”

The lack of curiosity was strange for Sunday. He did always assume that Aventurine was a nosy and adventurous person. Even if people already explored this planet ahead of them, seeing the nature with their own eyes was something entirely else. But Sunday was not interested in arguing with Aventurine. They were not close enough for that. And Sunday definitely didn’t want to admit that he’d feel more secure wandering around this strange planet with that Stoneheart by his side. He simply won't wander too far away from the base. 

“Well then,” Sunday picked up his little backpack. Even if he’d only walk around the block - metaphorically speaking - he still felt like he should have water with him at least, “I will see you later then,”

Aventurine waved him goodbye half-heartedly.

It still was strange for Sunday that Aventurine just seemed so uninterested in general. Sure, he was sure he was not excited about being stuck on a remote planet with Sunday. With all the history and animosity between them. Maybe the death of their co-workers hit Aventurine harder than Sunday initially assumed. Maybe Aventurine simply didn’t want to take a walk with Sunday. 

Sunday shook his head. There was no use to dwell on this. He was supposed to take a nice stroll through nature and return by the time they’d eat lunch. Some sort of routine was important so they wouldn’t go insane. 

This planet was beautiful. It was almost completely untouched. The forests were still lush, nature was still thriving. There was no pollution from civilization. Sunday took a moment to just listen to the birds chirping, the wind rustling through the crowns of the trees. He was sure he heard a frog - or something frog-like croak in the distance. There was likely a little pond nearby. Sunday has actually only seen a frog once or twice in reality. They weren’t really common in Penacony. Or in Pier Point. It was unlikely to find them in metropolitan cities. They’d die too quickly. By car or simply from lack of water. He pointedly pushed the thought of his dead co-workers as far away as possible.

Sunday wanted to see a frog. He remembered as a child he didn’t like them very much. But this time there were no other children around that tried to make him touch it. He could watch the amphibians from a distance. How it was supposed to be. So he walked towards the direction where he believed the croaks came from. 

Before Sunday found any pond, he came across a collection of berry bushes, nestled between hollow trees overgrown by pink furry mushrooms. It made Sunday stop in his tracks because they looked very beautiful, even if alien. He raised his digital watch to scan the plants.

The berries were apparently not edible. A brave researcher, or stupid, tried a few of them and ended up with a stomach ache, according to the notes. The mushrooms were likely not edible, as they gained their nutrition by decomposing bodies. Which, well, a lot of fungi did that, so it wasn’t anything strange. Sunday still decided to look closer at the bushes and mushrooms. 

The leaves of the bushes were tiny, arranged in a star-like manner. The berries looked close to raspberries, but deeper in color. Many poisonous berries looked deceivingly delicious. That was not uncommon. Upon closer inspection the mushrooms weren’t furry, but rather a coat of dust or spores covered them. A light dewy sheen covered them.

Sunday heard tiny squeaks, from somewhere under the bush. Thankfully he wore his gloves before venturing outside. With the back of his hand he brushed away a couple of branches to look for the source of the sound.

There it was.

Just a couple of rat-like creatures very busy with mating.

“Oh-” Sunday exclaimed, stuttering, “I- Apologies, I did not mean to intrude,” the rats obviously didn’t care, since they were animals. Sunday still felt deeply embarrassed for… barging in like that. He let the branches drop back down to cover them. Hurriedly he stumbled backwards. His foot slipped on something squishy, likely one of those mushrooms and he promptly fell down. Somehow he managed to turn during his fall, so he landed on his stomach instead of his back, crushing a couple of the mushrooms in the process. A cloud of it’s spores ejected upon his impact. They smelled very mushroomy , felt dry when he inhaled them and made him sneeze violently. Now he was covered in dirt and mushroom and whatever else was on the ground. Probably some already decomposed animal corpses, since that’s what the mushrooms fed from. 

So gross.

He needed to get rid of his clothes immediately. He had to take a shower and scrub himself clean. He needed to blow his nose. The spores felt like they burned through his sinuses. 

That was his walk in nature, he supposed. Maybe that’s why Aventurine was very uninterested in taking one. 

–

Day 4, 10:13, Aventurine

Aventurine watched Sunday leave with his stupid backpack on his back. To be fair, it wasn’t Sunday’s backpack. It was left behind by one of the researchers some time. The clothes they wore were not their own anymore either. After a couple of days, the clothes they arrived with became a little grimey. And they had no interest running around naked in front of each other while their laundry was in the wash. So they lend some clothes. Not that anyone still wanted them anymore, hence they were left behind. 

Despite Sunday’s pestering, he had no interest in scrounging around this planet. There was no necessity for it. Not like they’d run out of stuff to eat any time soon. There was no civilization, former or still existing, so apart from birds and bees there was nothing to be found. Nevermind that he didn’t want to go on an idyllic walk with Sunday. That sounded positively boring. He already tried and failed often enough to dare Sunday to do something hilarious. Sunday was also too suspicious of Aventurine to agree to play a card game with him. It was much more fun to wait for Topaz or Veritas to answer his little messages. 

Aventurine let out a jawn, while watching the chat load whatever reply the esteemed doctor typed out after he informed him that Sunday wanted to go explore. How Sunday must be so bored that he felt brave enough to venture into nature.

R: [You should have taken a walk too] Veritas wrote. 

Aventurine rolled his eyes. He took his sip from the flavorless instant coffee that was available to them, while waiting. Surely Veritas was about to write him more.

R: [A little sun and fresh air is healthy for you]

R: [They likely do have sunscreen available, if you’re worried about a sunburn]

Aventurine let out a long groan, running his hands over his face. He typed quickly to answer, even if Veritas would receive his message way later than intended, [I am not worried about a sunburn].

R: [Either way I would have expected you to be more interested about exploring a strange planet]

Aventurine leaned back in his chair. Picking up the magazine he found in the apparently designated magazine basket in the bathroom. They were all way out of date. But not like he had much else to read apart from this and research. He still typed another message to Veritas.

A: [I’ll take walk by myself if I become stir-crazy - don’t have to hold hands with Sunday for that]

R: [Very well - you two are lucky that there are likely no dangers in your area, according to the reports]

Of course. Aventurine was always lucky like that. If a wormhole spat him out at the arsehole of the universe, it would be on a planet he’d likely survive on. Pity that the researchers were connected to the IPC - so he couldn’t hide away there forever. Not that he was particularly interested in living out the rest of his life on a remote planet with Sunday of all people. 

Not because of their complicated history and former/current animosity. Rather because Sunday has become such a downer. Perhaps he’d always had been one. But at least the business-rivalry back on Penacony was fun. At least he’d react properly to him. Especially in the office he now simply ignored it whenever Aventurine tried to tease or poke him. There was nothing to be gained by either fraternizing with Sunday or antagonizing him. Hence he wasn’t interested in walking through nature with him. He has not reached the point of boredom where he’d rather go bird-watching yet. 

—

Day 4, 11:03, Sunday

Aventurine looked up from the thick monitor once Sunday entered through the front door. The kitchen, living-room, office space was all in the same room. There was no real entrance way. The only form of privacy was the bathroom and the luck that there were two communal bedrooms in total. 

“Oh, you’re already back?” Aventurine took in the state Sunday was in. The dirt on his body and how red he was likely around his nose. There was embarrassing, disgusting snot running out of his nose since his nasal cavities were irritated from the spores, “Someone took a tumble,”

Sunday huffed out a breath. He chose to ignore Aventurine and stomped past him right into the bathroom. Immediately he stripped naked and threw his clothes into the wash. Before taking pieces of the toilet paper to blow his nose, he washed his hands. He didn’t want to accidentally put some disease on his nose he touched while falling into mud. 

In the end it was better to stay inside. No matter how awkward it was to be in such close proximity with Aventurine. Out of politeness he didn’t peer into his co-worker’s mind to understand his feelings. But he was sure that Aventurine would have preferred if he died in that crash too. Not that Aventurine would like to kill him - the feelings weren’t strong enough for that - and he could have already done so. But he surely couldn’t appreciate cohabiting with his would-be executioner. Not that it was a real execution - but back then he didn’t know it - and it wasn’t like it was an entirely harmless process. Psychologically that is. 

Sunday let out a weary sigh as he stepped into the shower. It was just an incredibly awkward situation, to put it mildly. At least it will be over soon.

It will be another two weeks.

—

Day 5, 01:34, Sunday

After they ate their quiet awkward dinner of ration slob, Sunday retired to bed early. He was feeling dizzy and weak. His sinuses hurt and there was pressure between his eyebrows. Maybe taking a walk and taking a tumble exhausted him more than he anticipated. It’s not like he led the most active life. While now he moved more than with his former job. Most of his life was still spent sedentary. 

Maybe he caught something while falling into a pile of likely decomposing animal corpses. It’s what that fungus ate after all. He hoped it was just something similar to a mild cold that he could sleep off. But either way it would be a disease his body never had encountered before. Even if it was just a mild cold, for the inhabitants of this planet, he could very well die from it. 

This anxiety kept him up until now. Twisting and turning in this bunk-bed. He felt hot, a little feverish. Hopefully it wasn’t an actual fever and this was just a psycho-somatic reaction to fantasizing about all the diseases he contracted while falling into a pile of mushrooms. He already decided for himself that the itchiness of his skin was simply paranoia. There was no rash, no insects or anything else that would explain the itching. Not that it made the itching stop. The subconscious ruled over the conscious after all.

Sunday rolled off the bed. He needed to check his temperature to calm down. He was sure a thermometer was available in the medical-cabinet. If he verified he didn’t have a fever, he might be able to go to sleep. If he had a fever, he’ll contact someone from the IPC from the computer. He was sure they’d forward it to one doctor. That shouldn’t be too much effort for the company. At least Jade wanted to keep him alive so he could fulfill his end of the deal. 

Aventurine was still up and about, watching a movie on the small television in the communal area. The man went to sleep late and woke up late. If his sleeping schedule was similar in normal circumstances that meant he slept late and woke up early. Which couldn’t be very healthy. But that was none of Sunday’s business.

Aventurine glanced at him with mild interest, then turned back to his movie. It was appreciated that he kept the volume on low, so Sunday wouldn’t be kept awake by him. It was surprising that Aventurine even bothered with that or didn’t purposefully have the volume loud to annoy Sunday. It was, however, appreciated. Not that Sunday would say it out loud.

Sunday took the digital thermometer out of the medical cabinet, then held it to his temple. It beeped to alert the user that it finished taking the temperature.

37°C

Normal then. Sunday let out a relieved breath. He put the thermometer back where it belonged. There was some chamomile tea available. He will make himself a cup, maybe it will help him with his insomnia.

“Everything alright?” 

Sunday startled when he heard Aventurine’s voice. He almost dropped the cup he just took out of the cupboard. With both hands he grabbed around it, to not drop it again, holding it close to his chest as he turned towards Aventurine. There was a strange heat pooling in his gut as he looked at Aventurine. His heart started to beat just a tad faster. Probably from being startled.

Sunday quickly nodded. His fingers tapping against the ceramic, “Yes, ju-just can’t sleep,” he stuttered. 

Aventurine gave him one nod. 

Time to busy himself with boiling the water in the electric kettle. He watched the machine almost hypnotized, palms flat against the countertop. The feeling pooling in his gut didn’t stop. There was a pulse in his privates he didn’t appreciate, “Aventurine?”

Aventurine hummed once to signal he heard Sunday. 

“Do you know what time it is currently in Pier Point?” 

Aventurine looked at his watch. Mechanical, not digital, therefore it was still timed to Pier Point, “Like 4AM,” 

Sunday nodded once, “Thank you,” he said. Then turned back to his tea making.

“Why?”

What a moment for Aventurine to be mildly curious about what Sunday was doing. Sunday let out a shuddering breath, “I just feel a bit under the weather,” he said somewhat truthfully, “So I wanted to speak with a doctor,”

Aventurine pursed his lips, “Ratio is probably still awake - he always is,” he offered.

Sunday raised an eyebrow, “Is Dr. Ratio even a medical practitioner?”

Aventurine shrugged, “He did do stuff with diseases in one of his projects,” 

If Sunday recalled correctly Ratio did develop a vaccine and has some achievements in eradicating a disease. At the very least, Ratio would likely have some suggestions and ideas about encountering a strange new virus on a remote planet. Though Sunday really didn’t want to tell Ratio of all people about the symptoms he was experiencing. He did not want to become the new gossip topic of those two. Now that he thought about it, he shouldn’t use the computer at all to send messages about what he was experiencing. Aventurine could simply read what he wrote to whatever person. In secret or openly. 

“It’s fine,” Sunday quickly stated, taking the tea that was steeping into the bedroom he claimed. 

—

Day 5, 04:13, Aventurine

Aventurine was always a light sleeper. Something about never being able to fully relax and always being alert. Something about his experiences that he was supposed to unpack in therapy but had no interest in actually doing so. 

Still, this time he was startled awake by a light touch to his shoulder. Whoever or whatever entered his room moved extremely quietly.

“Oh fuck,” Aventurine exclaimed once he recognized who actually touched him. He put a hand over his heart, “It’s just you, Sunday,”

“Sorry,” Sunday muttered, “Didn’t want to startle you,” 

“‘S fine,” Aventurine replied, “Maybe knock on the door next time,” since he might accidentally hit Sunday in the face when he gets startled awake next time. Though he’ll keep that thought to himself. 

Sunday nodded affirmatively. 

Aventurine turned the little bedside lamp that was built into the wall on. Someone thought about a personal reading light for a bunk bed. What luxury the IPC extended to the Intelligentsia Guild. Now he got a proper look at Sunday. His eyes were wide open, slightly dilated, it looked like he really couldn’t sleep. A light flush on his cheeks, though that might just be from being embarrassed from waking Aventurine up, he didn’t want to assume too much, “What do you want?”

“I can’t sleep,” was how Sunday started his sentence, but didn’t end it. He had to look away.

“Okay,” Aventurine narrowed his eyes at him, “And?”

“I-” Sunday let out a long sigh, to get rid of the anxiety he must be feeling, “I was wondering if I can sleep with you,” 

There was a double meaning in there. But he was sure that Sunday meant literally sleeping together. Still, a strange request. It’s not like they were particularly close. Or that they trusted each other more than staying securely locked away in their claimed bedrooms. Aventurine wondered why he didn’t lock the door anyways. Aventurine wanted to reject Sunday, but at the same time he wasn’t a cruel man. The tumble Sunday really took a toll on that man. Maybe a little sensitive, but why should he judge him?

Aventurine scooted over so he was closer to the wall and Sunday had space, “Fine,” 

Sunday visibly perked up as he climbed into bed, “Thank you,” 

“It’s whatever,” Aventurine huffed. When he moved to turn the light off again, Sunday let out a hum that made Aventurine stop in his tracks.

“Did you take a shower?” Sunday asked. 

“Yes”

“You smell good,” 

“Thank you?” Aventurine narrowed his eyes at Sunday again to take a proper look at him. Maybe the light flush on his face wasn’t just from being nervous. Maybe the dilated pupils weren’t just from the dim light. Honestly he just worked under the assumption that Sunday didn’t get horny. He didn’t even know if Sunday had genitals. When he imagined Sunday nude there was just a flat space like for those Ken dolls. Nevermind how attractive he physically found Sunday. That man didn’t fuck. 

Sunday wriggled under the sheets.

“Are you jerking off?” Aventurine directly asked. 

Sunday’s wings fluffed up in indignation. His entire face turned beet red. A mix of anger and shame, “I am not!” he exclaimed, “I don’t ‘jerk off’” he mimicked Aventurine as he repeated that. 

Very interesting that Sunday specified that he doesn’t jerk off in general, apparently. Though Aventurine didn’t imagine it any other way, “Alright - why are you so red in the face and are wiggling then,”

“Maybe I am just hot!” Sunday angrily clarified, “Maybe I am just trying to get into a comfortable position - the bed isn’t very large,”

“You chose to share a bed with me,” Aventurine reminded him.

Sunday let out an annoyed huff. Still, he definitely ogled Aventurine’s face. Eyes flitting from his mouth, to his jaw, his throat. With such an obscene look on his face. What a naughty person Sunday was.

“Why are you looking at me like that then?” Aventurine asked, “If you’re not jerking it - or flicking it - I don’t know what you have,” 

“Look at you like what?” Sunday asked, “Can’t I look at you anymore?”

“You can, but if you look at me with such -uh- desire I might get the wrong idea,” Aventurine teased, “The condoms had a purpose I suppose,”

Sunday scowled at him, “I am not looking at you like that,” he spat, “I am just feeling a little feverish and - and - tingly - I think I am coming down with something,” 

Aventurine processed that information. There were many different routes he could take. He could point out how it was very rude of Sunday to breathe his fever germs on him - if it was even a fever and rub his tingly rash - if he even had one - on his bed sheets. Patient Zero, all that. Though that was unlikely, “Baby, you’re just horny,”

It was always surprising to see how large the actual wingspan of Sunday’s headwings was. How large and wide the feathers could fluff up. It was a while since Aventurine really managed to frazzle Sunday, so he was quite happy about that. Sunday angrily stuttered, “I am not horny! I don’t get horny!”

“What?” Aventurine raised his eyebrow, “All the universe gets horny,”

“That’s not true,” Sunday claimed, “Some people don’t - some don’t even reproduce sexually,”

Aventurine rolled his eyes, “Semantics,” he huffed, “Even bees and flowers sex it up,”

“That is not how it works and you know it,”

Aventurine just smirked at Sunday, “So what? Halovians reproduce asexually and that’s why you don’t get horny?” 

Sunday sniffed, “I did not say that - Halovians are just mammals,”

“So you are horny?”

Sunday let out a frustrated groan. He turned his head down, accidentally or on purpose, getting slightly closer to Aventurine in the process, “I don’t know,” he admitted then. What a sheltered life he must have led to now even know when he’s horny. 

Aventurine could let Sunday continue to suffer alone. Letting him deal with the worry of either being horny or not being horny. Maybe Aventurine will even wake up with a boner (or something else) in his back in the morning, so he could make fun of Sunday for that. But also what a rare opportunity for him. Sunday was easy on the eyes. Aventurine always found him attractive. When they first met he maybe even hit on him a couple of times. Just because he was a dick some time ago, didn’t mean he wasn’t good looking anymore, “I can do a raincheck?”

“What?”

“Check if you’re horny or not,” Aventurine put a hand on his face after he said that. That was so stupid, “No actually - if you want to fuck we can,”

Sunday’s wings twitched as he thought about it. He turned even more red as he watched Aventurine with wide eyes. Clearly the offer was something he was considering, “I do want to…” 

“But?”

“There is no but, actually,” Whatever doubts Sunday had or whatever inner conflict, he resolved rather quickly. He pushed the duvet cover off of them after agreeing, then immediately dragged his pants and underwear down in one swoop. Not horny his ass. Though Aventurine probably would have picked a slower approach, “Do it,”

Aventurine took a moment to just look at Sunday’s sex. Just to figure out what he was working with. The universe was a very large place, with many types of people. It looked like a perfectly normal pussy. Somehow he expected that, apart from the doll bottom. Sunday seemed like someone that had to deal with menstruation. He was glistening already, his folds already swollen. Aventurine wondered how long he was leaking into his underwear because he couldn’t admit he got horny sometimes, “Hm? Do what?”

“Stick it in!” 

Aventurine couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m not just gonna stick it in,” he busied himself with pulling Sunday’s shirt over his head. 

“But I want it,” he whined. Sunday changed his tune really quickly, now that sex was actually on the table. 

“Well, you gotta wait,” He undressed himself, until he reached his underwear, “Besides, you don’t even know if I have dick,” 

Sunday put his hands on Aventurine’s abdomen, “You seem like someone who has a penis,”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“And I can see your bulge sometimes,”

Aventurine raised a meaningful eyebrow at Sunday, “Been paying attention yeah?”

Sunday’s wings fluttered angrily, as his face twisted into a scowl, “With how you’re spreading your legs and showing everyone, where else am I supposed to look,”

Aventurine couldn’t help but laugh, while he wriggled out of his underwear. Sunday could be very funny sometimes. Not like he was necessarily that wrong. Aventurine did often sit very wide-legged, to be fair. He pulled Sunday with his hands around his waist more towards the middle of the bed, settling between his legs. 

“Well, get on with it and stop laughing at me,” Sunday grumbled.

“I am not laughing at you,” Aventurine argued, leaning in close to pepper kisses along Sunday’s jaw, “Let’s start like this, yeah?”

Sunday let out a shuddering sigh. He wriggled his hips, core searching for friction. Damn, he was really pent up. Even so, there was a way to do this properly. Aventurine wouldn’t be known as a bad lay who just stuck it in . Even if Sunday demanded it. It would also be nice to have a repeat performance while they were locked up with nothing else to do until the IPC picked them up. Too bad for Sunday that he apparently had only partners who stuck it in. No wonder he didn’t feel horny. 

Aventurine worked his way up to his mouth, giving him a deep kiss. It would be a shame not to use this opportunity to steal at least one. And Sunday seemed to appreciate it too, arching into it, letting out a pleased moan and opening his mouth so Aventurine could lick into it. Just stick it in . Hilarious that Sunday. 

Sunday seemed even slightly disappointed when they broke the kiss. Chasing after it and licking his lips when he realized Aventurine had different plans. But he looked so adorable, Aventurine had to give him a peck on the mouth before he nosed his way downwards. Over his pectorals, the soft belly, until his face was properly nestled between his legs, “Oh - Oh - Okay,” Sunday breathed once he realized what Aventurine was planning.

Aventurine shot him a mischievous grin, before he continued. He littered kisses over the inside of Sunday’s thighs. They were a little damp and tasted of -well- pussy. He wondered how long Sunday was ignoring that he was leaking through his underwear. He just had to bite into the soft flesh. Gently, of course. It still made Sunday jump a little and gasp. It still left a small indent of his teeth. Just a little fading memory for later. 

When Aventurine finally closed his mouth around Sunday’s sex, Sunday let out a stuttering moan. Already, Sunday’s folds were hot and slightly swollen. Aventurine was sure he could feel him pulsing against his tongue. There was a steady stream of slick pouring out of Sunday, he could lap up. Someone was really pent up. More for him and it seemed like Sunday was very well hydrated. 

Aventurine curled his tongue around Sunday’s clit, sucking gently, making Sunday arch his back. 

“You - you don’t have to do this,” Sunday whined, out of breath. The wings by his head quivered, his legs trembled with the effort to not roll into the warm sensation between his legs. 

Aventurine let go with a thoughtful hum, making Sunday suck air sharply through his teeth. His chin was wet, smeared with Sunday’s slick. He pressed kiss on Sunday’s hipbone, then onto his abdomen. He let his chin rest on his belly, smiling lazily up at him, “But you like it,”

Sunday stared at him, breathing heavily. He twisted his hips upwards, bumping into Aventurine’s chest, likely not on purpose - he just had to move somehow. Then he shook his head, mouth pressed together, eyes squeezed shut. 

“No?”

Aventurine raised up on his elbows, to raise a challenging brow at Sunday.

“No, it’s just,” Sunday slurred slightly as he spoke, “Don’t waste time, just stick it in,” 

“I’m not gonna do that,” Aventurine touted. He inched his way back down between Sunday’s legs, “Besides, not gonna stick it in anyways. Unless you have a non-expired condom hidden somewhere,”

Sunday’s tongue darted out to press against his top lip. Disappointed, maybe, there was also a little mischievousness Aventurine noticed on his face, “ ‘S fine,”

“Fine?”

“I’m on birth control,” Sunday claimed.

“Really?” Aventurine wasn’t sure if he believed him. There were many reasons besides being sexually active to be on birth control. Though it was questionable if Sunday was on it for one of those reasons and also Aventurine doubted he was sexually active - besides now. Not that he knew what Sunday did in his freetime. He imagined Sunday sitting in his little apartment - that’s it. For his own selfish reasons he wanted to believe him. 

Sunday nodded reassuringly, with big eyes. 

“Are you sure you don’t just want me to jerk off on your stomach,” Aventurine motioned it with his hand to make the point clear. Sunday barely reacted to it. Not even an annoyed eye roll, “I’m very … uh … lucky,” Sunday shook his head, “No, I want you to fuck me,” 

Well - how could Aventurine - or any man, woman, person - deny Sunday that. Though you didn’t always get what you wished for. Aventurine still had something he needed to do. Sunday had to stay patient - and maybe in the meantime Aventurine could think rationally again, “Alright,” Aventurine said as calmly as he could, “After I finish with this,”

Sunday let out a long disappointed groan while throwing his head back. Aventurine couldn’t but smile against the folds. Even while complaining, Sunday still pressed his core demandingly against his mouth. A last kiss onto the cute mole he had on the fat of his cunt, then Aventurine licked from hole to clit, curling his tongue on the way up with a very indulgent slurp. An action he believed Sunday would have complained about, instead Sunday let out an impatient whine, rolling his hips in a way that he had Aventurine’s mouth where he wanted it. Before Sunday will actually kill him for teasing him, he properly fit his mound around the sensitive nub. Sucking and tapping it with tongue. He had to hold Sunday by his thighs, so he wouldn’t jitter all over the bed. What an incredibly sensitive man. More fun for him. Aventurine let out an appreciative groan, making Sunday whimper from the vibrations.

Now that the tension has snapped, the rest of the two weeks they had to wait would be a lot more fun. Provided that once the post-nut-clarity hit it wouldn’t all be incredibly awkward. Aventurine will make sure the awkwardness would set in at the earliest back in Pier Point. It would be such a shame to waste an opportunity like this. 

Aventurine nudged his tongue against the small hood, pushing it up to reveal more of the sensitive clit, so he could lick along the small length of it. Sunday hiccuped, a full body shiver running through him. The muscles in his thighs tensed with the effort of trying to twist his hips away from the sensation.

“It’s enough,” Sunday whined, “I wanna move on,” 

With a gratuitous slurp Aventurine let go of Sunday’s sex, “You’re very impatient,” he sat up, dragging Sunday closer to his lap by his thigh, “Very impatient,” before he gave Sunday what he wanted, he wet his fingers in his mouth first. Sunday watched him with big eyes as he moved to thumb at his clit, “It’s a lot more fun to not just ‘stick it in’” 

Sunday looked at him like he didn’t believe him. If he didn’t have to watch exactly what Aventurine was doing he’d roll his eyes. Aventurine gathered some of the excess wetness that was steadily pulsing out of Sunday on his fingers. 

“Your face is wet,” Sunday pointed out in a huff. 

“I know,” He pushed his middle finger gently inside Sunday with a slick sound. Already very relaxed, maybe there was no real reason to be so cautious. But again, a repeat performance was only possible if Sunday enjoyed himself. Aventurine enjoyed himself either way. It was always a bit more fun for Aventurine to watch his partner’s reactions. Even more fun to make a control freak let go like this. To see another side of the uptight Sunday. Maybe Aventurine was a control freak in this particular situation. He continued to rub circles into Sunday’s clit, pressing another finger inside of Sunday. 

Sunday’s breath hitched, as Aventurine curled his fingers inside searching for that wonderfully spongy part that hopefully would make Sunday sing. He fucked against the spot, enjoying the wet sounds he dragged out of his pussy. Hot droplets spilled onto the palm of his hands. It was just like fucking into a bucket of water. Sunday grabbed Aventurine’s wrist to hold on. Using it also as further leverage to fuck back into the sensation. 

His inside’s clenched around Aventurine’s fingers, his mouth opening into a silent ‘o’, “I’m - I’m,” he gasped, “I’m gonna make a mess,”

“Ah?” Aventurine continued to abuse that sensitive part, continued to flick his clit with his thumb. That was not a very good argument to make Aventurine stop, “Go ahead, make a mess,” 

Sunday grit his teeth. His nails dug into Aventurine’s arms as he raised his hips up in the air. With a cry he let go. Trembling, as he relaxed and the first wave squirted out of him. Aventurine pulled his fingers out, petting over the folds, then rubbing gently over his clit to help him through it. The idea of jerking off on his belly, for the sake of safety, became more and more uninteresting for Aventurine, “Damn, Sunday,” 

Sunday gasped, eyes wet and face red. His wings folded to cover his eyes while he caught his breath. Maybe he was a little embarrassed. Aventurine wiped his hand on the bedding, before he soothingly rubbed over Sunday’s stomach. Aeons, he was so hard. It was really becoming difficult to not put his penis inside of Sunday.

Once Sunday collected himself, he let out a sigh, unfolding his wings. His eyes immediately zoned in on Aventurine’s erection, still in his underwear, “Now,” he scooted closer, to grab the band of Aventurine’s boxer-briefs and drag them down to get to the cock, “We continue,” 

Aventurine breathed out a laugh. No way to get out of this one, he supposed, “Alright - I promised,” and it was a little for his own sake too. Sunday was hot, soft, wet and seemed to have healthy pelvic muscles. Impossible to refuse. He’d beat himself up for the rest of his life if he’d waste an opportunity like that. He knew Sunday well enough to know that if he refused now, this would never be on the table again. Too ashamed of wanting it in the first place and then the extra shame of being denied. Nevermind the mouth and hand action earlier, so it obviously wasn’t anything personal. 

He pulled Sunday into position by his thighs, after he took off his underwear, then pushed them back towards his chest. Sunday had the biggest grin on his face. He never looked happier. Way to boost someone's ego.

Since the IPC didn’t want to buy anything larger than twin-sized bunk beds, there was no real way to avoid the mess Sunday left behind. They will move to the upper bed after they finish to avoid sleeping in a wet puddle. 

“Ready?” Aventurine asked.

Sunday nodded, “Yes!” 

“Alright,” With that Aventurine angled the head of his cock and slowly pressed in. Yeah , he was right. Hot, wet, soft, clenching immediately around the intrusion. He needed a moment to collect himself after he bottomed out. Maybe he should have taken the edge off just a little bit. Next time, he’ll tie Sunday’s wrists and ankles to the bed. Already he was pushing and wriggling back onto his cock. So full of energy today. Aventurine pressed a sloppy kiss on Sunday’s sweaty forehead. Sunday tipped his head up, to request one on his mouth. How could he say no? Sunday quickly opened his mouth to lick past Aventurine’s teeth, so they could tangle their tongues together. 

Sunday clenched around him. As if he could suck him in deeper like that. Or simply because it felt nicer to have more pressure inside. Aventurine had to groan inside Sunday’s mouth too. He started to roll his hips, started to properly fuck into Sunday with a gentle rhythm. 

“More,” Sunday demanded against Aventurine’s mouth, immediately kissing him again after. 

Aventurine hummed in reply instead of breaking the kiss to answer. He didn’t want Sunday to bite his head off if he did. The man seemed very needy today. Not that he didn’t enjoy kissing Sunday. He fucked harder into Sunday like demanded, until he heard skin slapping against skin, felt splashes of his spend hit his abdomen. Sunday chirped a yes into his mouth. The tips of his wings tickled his cheeks. 

This was going to be a problem. Aventurine likely would like to repeat this even after their forced cohabitation. Something to work through when he gets to it. Now he had to change his position just slightly, so he could get one hand towards Sunday’s core and thumb at his clit. Sunday whined when the kiss was broken. A line of spit was still connected, until the string broke. Though he changed his mind as soon as he felt Aventurine massaging his clit. Moaning and definitely chirping happily at the extra stimulation. 

Having such an eager partner was always a boon. Sunday pulsed around him, was just so incredibly wet, moaned and groaned for him, so it was easy to tell if he felt good. He clenched impossible tight at a particularly good angle, mouth flying open to take deep gulps of air.

“Ah? Like this,” Aventurine panted, continuing to fuck up at that angle. A big smile showed up on Sunday’s face. He tipped his head down in a nod. Very well . Everything for Sunday. Though Aventurine wasn’t sure if he will last much longer. He redoubled his efforts, trying to make Sunday finish on his cock as quickly as possible. 

Sunday tightened around Aventurine, his mouth pressed into a thin line as his entire body tensed. Yeah , that was great, “Aventurine - I -,” he breathed. The leg that Aventurine wasn’t holding down kicked up. Staying extended, as his entire body trembled. Maybe Aventurine was insane, but he was sure an extra flood of heat pulsed out of Sunday. 

Aventurine gave a couple of hard sloppy thrusts, before he made the heartbreaking decision to pull out with a grunt, taking his cock in his hands, aiming at Sunday’s stomach. 

“Oh!” Sunday gasped, a little startled at suddenly being empty, then whined, “Why?”

“Safer,” He huffed, jerking himself off, quickly, before Sunday managed to talk himself out of it. 

“But - but I want it inside,” Sunday slurred. Sounding sexy on accident. Still a little out of breath. He even put his hands on the fat of cunt, pulling his folds apart so Aventurine could look inside. Wherever he learned that.

Aventurine chose to close his eyes. As soon as Sunday showed him that supposed birth control he took, he will finish inside. With a grunt he spilled onto Sunday’s stomach and Sunday let out a disappointed whine. He couldn’t fault him, he felt the same.

They both needed a moment to collect themselves. Sunday breathed heavily, watching him carefully, almost a daring look in his eyes. He ran his hands over his abdomen, collecting Aventurine’s cum with his fingers. Instead of just wiping the spend off on the bed, he brought his soiled hands towards his pussy - well that wont do. Aventurine caught his wrists before he could do that.

“Now, why would you do that,” Aventurine scolded.

Sunday licked over his lips, “I am on birth control - it’s fine,”

“What would the point of that be then,” 

Sunday stared at him silently for a moment, then grinned at him, “Because I’m gross?”

Aventurine clicked his tongue. Not a good liar, “Up you go, we will take a shower right now,”

—

Day 5, 06:32, Sunday

Sunday woke up feeling hot. Flushed. Sweating. After showering with Aventurine he had a little power nap for - he didn’t even know for a how long. All he knew was that his sinuses hurt, he was sweating and his core was pulsing needily. Something was wrong, but he couldn’t pin-point it. All his brain spat out was that he was still frisky, because Aventurine decided to pull out. Which made perfect sense for Sunday at that moment. 

Aventurine was still young, Sunday thought. He had enough time to recover from their act earlier. He should be ready again. Sunday leaned over to kiss along Aventurine’s jawline. They were so close together on the top bunk. Ah, he smelled so good. Tasted so good. There was the crazy thought that he might have fallen in love with Aventurine earlier. He was just so nice and attentive. So non-judgemental. 

Aventurine stirred awake. He blinked sleepily at Sunday, stretching, jawning, “Mh? What’s up,”

Sunday pursed his lips. Before he said what he wanted he kissed Aventurine on the mouth, now that he was awake to return it, “I want, uhm,” he started. No matter how frisky, he would stay a little shy. 

“Another round?” Aventurine finished for him. He still blinked a little more than usual. His eyes were still adjusting to the darkness. His tongue darted out to lick over his lips.

“Yeah,” Sunday used that opportunity to smooth a hand down Aventurine’s torso.

Aventurine took Sunday’s hand into his, pulling it away from his body, “Sunday, your nose is bleeding,”

“Ah,” Sunday made. He didn’t particularly care about that. But that explained at least why the inside of his nose hurt, “Okay,” and with that Sunday leaned in for another kiss.

Aventurine turned his head so he only hit his cheek. At the same time he turned on the reading lamp build into the side of the wall, “Sunday,” he took Sunday’s face into a hand, to turn his head and get a better look, “Your nose is bleeding like crazy,”

Sunday licked the blood off his top lip, “It’s fine, sometimes people have a nose bleed,”

“Well, if it’s that much, something is wrong,” Aventurine sat up, then ushered Sunday to do the same who let out an annoyed groan, “Come on, up you go - let’s go to the bathroom and take care of that nose,”

Sunday let out a groan, but still moved sluggish to climb down the ladder. Top bunk. What an annoying invention. While climbing down he asked, “Can we have sex again, when my nose stops bleeding,”

Aventurine stifled a laugh, “Depends,”

“On what?”

“Why your nose is bleeding,” 

Sunday frowned. As if he’d know why his nose was bleeding. Though his chances of getting what he wants would be lower, if he didn’t listen to Aventurine, so he padded to the bathroom. 

Aventurine gestured at him to sit down on the toilet seat. The facilities didn’t have a bathtub, so toilet seat it was. Aventurine handed him a wad of toilet paper, “Hold it on your nose, I’m getting you an ice pack,” 

—

Day 5, 06:49, Aventurine

There was definitely something very wrong with Sunday. He already had this sinking feeling in his gut that something was not quite right, when Sunday first crawled into his bed. And now he did feel strange that he actually slept with Sunday. It felt like he took advantage of him, while he wasn’t himself. But he didn’t have all the information yet. Maybe it was some Halovian mating cycle or whatever (thanks to past Aventurine for deciding to pull out) that just made him extra horny, therefore their interaction was fine. Maybe he took a mystery drug he found in the medicine cabinet. 

Either way - Aventurine got dressed again. At least underwear and a shirt. He will also bring Sunday some clothes, along with the ice pack from the freezer. There would be no tom-foolery until he had more information. He send a quick message to a certain Dr. Ratio, about how Sunday was behaving strange and prayed to any Aeon that the man was awake or would be any time soon. 

Sunday perked up when Aventurine returned to the bathroom. Holding bloodied pieces of toilet paper in his hand. Aventurine wrapped the ice pack in a cloth and pressed it on the back of his neck. It felt really hot against the tips of his fingers. 

“Why even bother dressing?” Sunday muttered, putting a bloodied hand right onto his thigh. A finger snuck under the leg of his briefs. 

“Because something is wrong with you,” Aventurine simply stated.

Sunday rolled his eyes, “Am I not allowed to want to have sex?”

“Hm,” Aventurine narrowed his eyes, “No, you are too ashamed for that,”

Sunday shot him a glare.

“Do you guys have like…a mating season or something?” Aventurine asked.

“Who is you guys?” Sunday asked, “Do you mean Halovian’s?”

“Yeah,”

Sunday looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow.

“Keep your head down,”

So Sunday did, letting out an annoyed huff. He rubbed over his head. He suddenly seemed a lot more normal. Less…desiring. More lucid.

“You alright?” Aventurine asked.

“My head hurts,” he muttered. He took the tissue off his nose. It looked like it stopped bleeding, “To answer your question; no ‘us guys’ don’t have a mating season - now I am really embarrassed for coming off like that,”

“Eh - I suppose I was just surprised,” Aventurine took the ice pack off Sunday’s neck, “You are usually so…stuck up, you know,”

Sunday clicked his tongue annoyed.

“Do you have an egg stuck in there that needs to be fertilized?” Aventurine asked, as a half joke. 

Sunday glared at him again, “I already told you - Halovians are mammals,” 

“Alright, alright,” he held his hands up in defense, “No, eggs being fertilized then - I mean that type of eggs,”

Sunday took the clothes Aventurine brought him and got dressed with a sniff, “I’m sorry for coming on so strong,” 

“No, it’s fine, I had fun,” Aventurine shrugged, “I already told you, you’re handsome,”

Sunday pulled awkwardly at the hem of his shirt, “Still, you dislike me,”

“Well, that doesn’t matter that much,” Aventurine waved him off.

“I think the reason does matter a lot actually,”

Aventurine ushered him towards the communal area to sit on the couch there. At the very least the IPC sprung cash for that. And all the other appliances, “Eh - water under the bridge - we can hash it out once I know your short-lived, sudden personality change is not cancer, “

“It’s not cancer,” Sunday claimed, “I just felt - well! I am just a person too,”

Aventurine made a face. A person whose wrist he only saw after they were in a spaceship crash. He put a hand on Sunday’s forehead, “You’re very hot,”

Sunday blinked up at Aventurine, “Ah, you too,”

“Get your head out of the gutter, Sunday,” Aventurine scolded, “I meant you have a fever,” 

Sunday let out a weary sigh, then chose to lay down on the couch. He laid his arm over his forehead. It seemed like he still had a headache. He’ll give him something for that later. For now he gotta check if Dr. Ratio elected to read his message.

R: [Strange how?] 

Aventurine started to type a reply.

“If you’re writing to Ratio what happened, do not!” Sunday barked from the couch. What good hearing.

“You don’t know that,” Aventurine argued, “Unless you’re in my head and if you are, stop it!” 

“I am not,” Sunday had a very angry scowl on his face, “But it’s none of his business,”

Aventurine put a hand over his mouth. It’s not like Sunday seemed to die from whatever was going on any time soon. So maybe he didn’t have to tell Veritas what exactly was going on. At the same time, he was very worried about many things. Mostly about how he might have accidentally , mind you, taken advantage of Sunday while he was in a strange state. If he would have thought about that earlier, he might have avoided the whole debacle anyways and contacting Veritas about Sunday’s sudden fever would be no problem. But hindsight was 20/20. 

“You wanted to speak to Veritas earlier,” Aventurine then suddenly remembered, “So…you’ve been feeling strange before - and he is online now, so,” 

Sunday mulled it over, “Fine…but leave the…saucy parts out,”

“We don’t have to go into detail, but it might be important,” Aventurine said, “You should be honest to a doctor,”

“Is he even a medical practitioner?” 

“I think we had that discussion earlier,” Aventurine muttered, “Either way, it might be connected - your sudden sexual awakening,” 

“What is he saying?” Sunday asked instead.

“He just asked how you have been acting strange,” 

“You think I was acting strange?” 

Aventurine just gave him a look, “Well, you have been - stranger than you usually are,”

Sunday huffed, “Fine, tell him whatever you want and laugh at my expense, you seem to like to do that,”

“Don’t get bitchy, no one is laughing at you,” Aventurine sent his message.

A: [Well, he was suddenly very nice and clingy - horny, you know? Then he had a nose bleed and headache,]

Aventurine turned to Sunday, “You can come here and read yourself - or look it up in the logs later,” 

Sunday frowned. Then he got up from the couch with a groan and waddled over to Aventurine. He had a wistful look in his eyes again. Swaying a bit, like he was dizzy.

R: [I believe sleeping with you gives many people a headache after,]

A: [Hilarious,]

Sunday had a small smile on his face after he read Veritas’ last message. Hilarious. He put a hand on the back of Aventurine’s chair for balance. 

“You wanna sit down?” Aventurine asked. Sunday shook his head. He raised a brow at Sunday, “You wanna sit on my lap?” 

Sunday’s teeth pressed into his bottom lip, sheepishly looking away.

“Go on, it’s fine,” he gestured to his lap.

“Well, if you insist,” Sunday breathed and gently sat down on his lap, using the opportunity immediately to rest his face against Aventurine’s and sling his arms around his neck. Yeah, if he insisted, alright. His face still felt very hot.

A: [I think he has a fever]

R: [How high?]

A: [Didn’t measure it yet]

R: [Do it,]

With the time delay in receiving the messages Sunday had time to get properly comfortable on Aventurine’s lap. He seemed to be dozing a little, probably didn’t even read anything anymore. Didn’t even comment anymore. When Aventurine looked at him, Sunday’s gaze flitted from his eyes, to his nose, down to his lips. He leaned in closer for a kiss.

“Ah, actually maybe later,” Aventurine leaned back. Maybe there was a relation with the ice pack he had on his neck with the short moment of lucidity. Something to tell Veritas after he took his temperature. Sunday pouted at him. It will not work this time, “Let’s take your temperature first,”

“I wanna make out,” Sunday said.

“I know,” Aventurine was sure that he wouldn’t get Sunday off his lap anytime soon. Instead he just picked him up by grabbing under his thighs. Luckily, Sunday wasn’t very heavy. Though he probably couldn’t carry him around forever. It was still close to 60 kilos, probably. Normal for his height, though a bit on the lower end. Man, Veritas really rubbed off of him. Why the hell did he even think about that, “I have my hands kinda full, can you open the medical cabinet for me?” 

Sunday nuzzled into his neck, “What if don’t?”

“I will drop you,”

“You won’t,” he dared. Maybe Aventurine actually preferred the uptight Sunday over whatever this one was. In chunks it was enjoyable. Context was relevant. But if he was always like that, nothing would ever get done anymore. Maybe that’s why sex addiction was a bad thing actually. Not that it was that, but he didn’t expect to get a thermometer was going to be this difficult. How troublesome. Man, Veritas really influenced his personality. 

Instead of dropping Sunday he sat him down at the counter top.

“Told you,” 

Aventurine rolled his eyes, while he got the thermostat. Putting it in the kitchen was maybe a little smart. Bandaids quickly available for whenever someone chopped their finger off. He held the thermostat to Sunday’s temple. 40°C. That was quite high, he thought, “Stay here,” Aventurine commanded, while he walked back to the computer. He missed the technology in his pocket. 

A: [40°C]

He chewed on his nails while he waited for an answer. From the kitchen he heard the slap of naked soles on the floor. Sunday weasled through his arms back on his lap. Which was to be expected. Sunday wasn’t a dog. Even with whatever made his personality change into someone who was a whole lot more sexual, he still had free will, “You’re so cold to me suddenly,” Sunday breathed against his face, “Did you dislike fucking me?”

Aventurine decided to close his eyes for just a moment and took a deep breath. Damn, now Sunday was dropping the F-Bomb. If it was anyone else, Aventurine wouldn’t even blink. But because it was Sunday, it was different. Also earlier he did have sex with him and Sunday was surprisingly - He had to stop that line of thought immediately. He had to now figure out an answer that would get Sunday off his back, without hurting his feelings. Because he obviously remembered everything during his bouts of lucidity, “I did not dislike it,” he grit out, “I just have something - important to discuss with Dr. Ratio, because you have pretty high fever, you see,”

“Maybe my fever will go down if you fuck me again,”

“Fun thought, but probably not,”

R: [You used a digital thermometer, right? Then it’s more about 41°C, if it gets any higher you need to cool him down - so check regularly,]

Well, that’s going to be super easy of course. With the big bathtub they had. 

R: [Did he take some medication already? If not, you can also give him some Paracetamol or Ibuprofen, for the fever,]

That was easier. Common medication that should be in the medical cabinet. They even had more advanced one that could help with broken bones. So that was that.

R: [He might have an infected cut from the crash? You told us he broke his leg, did he also cut himself?]

A: [We all had some cuts and bruises and some of us even survived :)]

Aventurine tried really hard to ignore Sunday kissing along his jaw. 

A: [I feel like you are ignoring the fact that he was very horny - and is again,]

A: [It is not normal for Sunday - yesterday he still didn’t like me very much,]

Aventurine craned his head back after Sunday clearly sucked a hickey into his jaw. He couldn’t think like this. Should they even canoodle like that? Not that Aventurine also got the sex virus or whatever it was. That would be very embarrassing whenever their employees decided to pick them up, “Sunday, can you ease up a bit, I need to concentrate,”

Sunday let out a hum, “I can climb under the desk and suck your dick?”

“That is the opposite of what I requested,”

R: [Any other symptoms apart from the headache and nosebleed?]

Aventurine tapped Sunday’s knee to get his attention properly, “Veritas is asking you if you have any other symptoms, apart from your headache and stuff,”

Sunday let out another hum, pressing his face into Aventurine’s cheek and definitely taking a whiff, “I’ll tell you for a kiss,”

“I am not bargaining with you,” Aventurine groaned, “Just tell him, don’t you want to not have a headache anymore?”

Sunday pursed his lips, “My nose hurts too,”

“Alright we’re getting somewhere,”

R: [When did those symptoms set in?] 

Aventurine typed in what he remembered. Sunday did have trouble sleeping today. Sometime after his walk most likely. After his little tumble. It took longer than usual for Veritas’ reply to show up.  

A: [Hello???]

R: [I am working with symptoms of a hurting nose, headache, fever and ‘horniness’, while you are on a foreign planet where none of the researchers before contracted or researched any disease - excuse me for taking a moment to see if I find anything with the amount of information at hand,]

A: [Sensitive,]

Sunday turned to type a message himself. 

S: [Hello Dr. Ratio, I am fine,]

R: [That is Sunday speaking I assume,]

Aventurine clicked his tongue, “You are not fine, you have like super high fever,”

“I just want you to get off the computer,” Sunday pouted, “I feel neglected,”

“You are in my lap, how the hell do you feel neglected,” 

“You could also be inside of me,” Sunday thumbed at the band of his underwear.

A: [He is not fine - he has a fever - remember?]

R: [I know,]

“I will lock you inside the bedroom, if you continue to fondle me,” Aventurine threatened. It at least made Sunday put his hands back on Aventurine’s shoulders with a pouty huff. 

R: [Did anything out of the ordinary happen, while he took his walk?] 

“Sunday, I need you to pay some attention for just a moment again,” Aventurine requested, “When you took a walk and you took a tumble, did you encounter anything strange?”

Sunday took a moment to think, “I saw some mice making love,”

“They do that often,” Aventurine blankly said, “That’s why there is so many of them,”

Sunday laughed at that, “True,” 

This felt like the setup for another punchline. Thank whoever that Sunday didn’t take it. 

“So you bothered some mice,” Aventurine said.

“Yes, I fell bc I was surprised by them,” Sunday added onto the story a bit, “Though they didn’t seem very bothered by me,”

That last part seemed to be more interesting apart from the fucking mice. Or rather mice-like creatures. Mice were different on every planet. Either way, not that important. Mice usually were skittish creatures. A big possible predator finding them while fucking would stop them. Probably. Sunday falling after catching mice during intercourse was the normal part of the story. So Aventurine told that Veritas.

R: [Was there anything the mice were in? Plant? Liquid? Etc.]

“Just some mushrooms,” Sunday replied. At least he was reading again, “Very dusty,”

Aventurine forwarded the information.

R: [If you can get a sample of the mushrooms, it would be very helpful]

A: [Okay, how do I do that?]

R: [You’re in a research facility. You likely can upload the sample directly into the computer you’re using,]

A: [What do I do with Sunday?]

R: [Just give him some Paracet and check up on him regularly,]

R: [If you’re asking if you can fornicate with him from an ethical standpoint - I don’t know,]

Aventurine clicked his tongue annoyed, because that was not what he was asking. Mostly. 

“I can consent,” Sunday claimed simply.

“Let’s wait for what the mushroom research says,”