Valon, unabashed at his nakedness, followed Bram through the ship. When they entered the loading dock, he ignored the stares of the other members of Bram’s crew, his eyes solely on the pirate captain.

Something was off with Bram. Valon felt drawn to the other man, but in no way he could clearly define. One moment he would want to pick up the man and hug him, the next punch him in the face or throw him down on the bulkhead and have his wicked way with him. It was frustrating, putting the already riled half-breed huff again, his hands twitching.

He looked back at Bram with clearer eyes trying to focus as the other man spoke. What size did he wear? “I- the biggest they have,” was all he could think to reply. He grabbed the suit thrown at him, slipping it over his body and zipping it up. He jumped behind Bram on the rider putting the helmet over his head and tucking his arms around the pirate captain.

As the rider zipped out into the blackness of space Valon took a deep breath of pleasure. It had been six long years since he saw the sky like this, the rich never ending black punctured by pin pricks of light.