This is a set of 3 Flashfics I wrote for Outlaw Star. Each one is totally separate from the others, but I'm squishing them together here for the sake of time.





Age of Discovery


Going to Fred may have been a mistake, but where else could he had gone for this kind of advice? Melfina was far too innocent and Gene wouldn't understand. It wasn't like Jim could write to his dead beat Father, even if he DID have an address to write him at. Aisha and Suzuka would just laugh at him.
Who else could he tell that he had gotten far to drunk on his 17th birthday and kissed a boy in a Space Bar? Who else could he tell that he liked it, and that it scared him? Who else wouldn't judge him?
Telling someone over video phone was unthinkable. Jim knew how easy it would be for Melfina to find the audio file. He had gone in person to Fred, telling Gene he was visiting some girl. Gene had given him a handful of condoms and a good luck. It was embarrassing, but the way Fred's eyes lit up like he had won the damn lottery as Jim sat there, blushing while he retold his adventurous birthday was worse.
“I kissed a Boy” The words heavy in his mouth. “I liked it.” His face burning, “Fred I...I think I'm..how am I going to tell Gene?”
Fred had laughed “I knew this would happen some day, darling James.” He chuckled. Jim blushed even deeper. “Look James, dont rush yourself. You're Young. You're in an age of discovery! Self exploration! Don't worry about telling Gene yet.”
“Thanks Fred.” Jim had said and sighed.
Then the wine came out and they were drinking and Jim couldn't help but think how....pretty Fred's hair was, how nice his eyes were, how smooth is skin was, and he was such a good listener and he felt better already.
Hell, he was young. This was his age of discovery. Self exploration. Right? And Fred....Fred was....so.....Well he was here, for starters, and good at listening, and dependable in a jam, and he was rich....
So he kissed him.
It really wasn't his fault.
He was drunk.
And Fred...was....a really good kisser.


They fell asleep like they, curled up on the sofa with an bottle on wine on the floor next to them. Jim's head resting under Fred's chin in a deep and drunken slumber. The morning didn't matter. It was the age of discovery after all.  

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Stress Relief

Your eyes are on fire as we kiss. You're sitting on my lap, straddling me on the sofa. When did you get so tall?
Melfina is in the next room sleeping. All the lights are off. You taste like coffee.
We haven't been drinking. They've both just wanted this too long.
You shiver, panting like a virgin. You probably are one after all.
When did you get to be 19?
“Jim” Melfina will never know.
“Gene.”
No more words.
Just the night , our sofa, flavored condoms and far too much sexual repression.
Time for some stress relief.


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Scars

New scars were appearing on his back. They were thin and red and stung like hell every time he moved. It felt like piano wire had been wiped across his spine.
Every time they twinged, Gene would look over at Aisha, humming happily to herself, staring out the window or playing with a ball of yarn or some new video game. She would look up, meet his eyes and smirk. Her small pink tongue would slip between her lips and mock him. He would blush and look away.
Gene thanked whatever Gods there were that the walls of the Outlaw Star were sound proof because at night, Aisha became a different person, playful in different ways and often very loud.
It was a secret, but the new scars on his back told the story.
I was only a matter of time before the others noticed. He and Melfina had never gotten physical, but sooner or later she or Jim or Suzuka would see his bare back and want to know what had happened to him. It was a confrontation he dreaded, but he couldn't bring himself to end this....this.....thing with Aisha. The way she licked his ear, purred his name, ran those damn Kartl-Katrl claws down his back drove him mad.
She was a cat. He wondered if that made him a mouse.
“Geeeeeneeee.” She purred at night, slipping into his bed chamber. “Oh Geeeneeee.” A Giggle erupted from her as she crawled on the bed. Her back brushed against the low ceiling and she leans down to kiss him. Gene can't fight her. She's stronger than him, and she smells like wild sex, heavy and seductive.
The next morning, more scars appear on his back. He twinges and looks at Aisha. She peeks over the top of her comic book, smirks and sticks her tongue out at him.