The Watcher

“The fuck do you mean not right now? We had a deal Tara,” Lyndon Carson spat.

“We have a deal Mister Carson, but I can’t fulfill my part of the bargain today,” Dayton shrugged. “Besides, it’s not like you didn’t benefit in the meantime from our little arrangement.”

“Fuck you,” Carson retorted. She wasn’t technically wrong, the night Sheldon and Dayton hooked up she had come from Dayton’s room wet, hot, and horny. Within fifteen minutes of being done with Dayton Sheldon was naked, on her back in the bed, swallowing Carson’s load. “That wasn’t the deal,” he persisted.

“No, but I have actual shit to do,” he shrugged, “like fly across this planet to do diplomacy. I need you running this place with at least an element of competence, not feeling sorry for yourself cuz you didn’t get to fuck me up the ass yet.”

“Well it’s not that…” Carson began but Dayton cut him off instantly.

“Think you’re that special? Seriously, do you only think with your fucking cock? Do you really think I’m going to delay this trip so you can get off,” she asked impatiently.

“We had a deal,” Carson repeated sullenly.

“And you’ll get your end of the deal when it’s convenient for me,” Dayton spat. “Dismissed.”

Carson left the science lab office feeling dejected and annoyed. When she’d called him up to her office, he had expectations and walking away with them unfulfilled angered him to no end. Ramona Wagner, Min Li, and Colby Smith were standing outside the office waiting for their turn to be briefed. He conceded to himself that fucking her with them waiting outside might have been a non-starter for her, but he was aggrieved all the same.

Carson was annoyed he’d be down a team member for this excursion. A diplomatic trip to Red Rock hardly seemed a good reason for him lose Wagner for a week, but it wasn’t his decision to make. Dayton said she wanted team members from the science and botany crews and those were the people she picked. No discussion was had, and he chafed at the intrusion.

In a dark mood, Carson walked to the dining hall, grabbed some lunch and sat down in an empty chair. Hans Hermann sat down across from him.

“Good day to you Lyndon,” he said formally.

“How’s the arm,” Carson asked, indicating to the cast on his right forearm.

“Much improved my friend, thank you,” he said lifting the injured limb. “The good doctor says that I am lucky and making good progress. I am very tired of this cast, however.”

Carson nodded slowly. He looked over at the friendly, if annoying German and felt nothing but contempt. He hadn’t seen as much of Pamala Sheldon since Hermann had been up and about, and it was making Carson profoundly jealous. As he sized up Hermann, he found himself remembering the last time he’d cum all over Sheldon’s face behind Hermann’s back. He wondered if Hermann had picked up on the affair, but he doubted it.

Carson left after some small talk and headed to his ever-familiar botany hall. He felt conflicted, on one side, annoyed that he wasn’t invited to go to the Red Rock habitat, but on the other hand, happy to stay behind. Lyndon Carson was no social butterfly, and he was aware, in his own way, that he didn’t actually want to go. It was the change of scenery that made him resentful more than the actual fact of going somewhere.

He sat down at his desk in the otherwise empty botany hall. Wagner was being briefed, Schwartz was with Alain checking on his lichens, which left him all alone with the plants. He opened his desk and produced a joint that he’d rolled using cannabis leaves as the rolling paper and lit it with a small electric lighter. He took a long pull then sighed, releasing the smoke and enjoying the calm that filled his mind.

Carson closed his eyes, and he imagined pushing his cock into Dayton’s tight little ass while she whimpered and moaned. The smutty visions excited and frustrated him all at once. He felt like Dayton was stringing him along.

“Crazy bitch,” he muttered, quietly enough that he figured Dayton wouldn’t hear it on her surveillance system. He took another long pull on the joint and sighed forcefully. Just then Ramona Wagner came back from her meeting.

“How was it,” Carson asked, taking another deep inhale from the joint.

“It was great,” gushed Wagner, “we’ll be attending a party!”

“A party,” Carson answered sarcastically, “glad to hear the mission priorities are sound.”

“It’s diplomatic,” Wagner said in a frustrated tone that was unable to hide how excited she was. “We’re not going to have a party, we’re going on a diplomatic mission that will include a party Lyn’.”

“Yeah yeah,” Carson shrugged dismissively. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow, early morning. Like, 3am takeoff,” Wagner said with a wince.

“Fine, K,” Carson shrugged, and finished his joint.

“I’m gonna go pack I guess,” Wagner said awkwardly, clearly put off by Carson’s dismissiveness. He shrugged and Wagner departed.

Carson stood up shortly after, snubbed out his joint, and headed to the dining hall. He wondered where Sheldon was, and upon arriving in the hall, saw only Kellerman, Li, Alain and Alphonse. He shrugged once again and wandered off in the direction of the hanger. He didn’t even know why the hanger was his destination. The aimless walks had started soon after their arrival on Mars, and they had been a pretty regular feature of his evening routine since. They let him clear his head and get a better grip on what needed to be done. That, combined with the mental clarity the weed gave him had proven very valuable to Carson. It was calming when so many things angered him.

The hanger was a large room that contained the drone-shuttle and the two rovers the crew used. The shuttle was the most obvious when he walked in; the enormous, folded rotors on spindly arms above its narrow fuselage and bulbous cockpit made it look like some kind of enormous mechanical dragonfly. Beside it sat the large rover that the crew had been using. Its square bulk and eight large wheels looked solid and huge next to the incongruously spindly shuttle.

But it wasn’t the shuttle or the big rover that first caught Carson’s attention when he walked into the hanger. It was a rhythmic slap-slap-slap that he heard first before he even got to the doorway. As he approached the threshold of the door, he heard muffled voices. When he peeked around the door, he saw Hans Hermann and Pamala Sheldon. They were facing away from Carson. Sheldon, bottomless, was holding onto the doorway of the small rover she used for mining operations, and Hermann was behind her, his jumpsuit open at the front, thrusting violently into his girlfriend.

A thrill ran up Carson’s spine watching them. He’d never imagined he’d enjoy witnessing the chick he’s seeing get railed by another man, but with each thrust, he felt his dick throb in his pants. The desire only increased seeing Hermann use his good hand to grab Sheldon’s ponytail and pulled her head back while he plowed her. The long, low moan that she let out made Carson’s cock tent his jumpsuit.

Anger and arousal mixed in Carson’s mind. He was jealous but intrigued. Angry that Hermann got to fuck Sheldon and not him yet fascinated by watching them. He didn’t know which he wanted to do more: punch Hermann or jerk off to the erotic show.

The decision was taken from him when Hermann said something Carson couldn’t hear. He let go of Sheldon’s hair and slipped out of her. Carson could see Hermann’s cock shine with her juices. Then Sheldon turned around and dropped to her knees in front of Hermann. She could see Carson clearly; she even raised her eyebrows in his direction, but she said nothing. She took Hermann’s cock in her mouth and, her eyes still fixed on Carson, started to suck him fast and hard, making loud slurping sounds each time she took him almost out of her mouth.

“Ahhhgh,” groaned Hermann, his good hand on Sheldon’s shoulder. She whimpered and grabbed his ass cheeks while Hermann thrust into her mouth. She looked up at him, his cock still in her mouth, and a long stream of cum leaked from her lips and down her front. She licked her lips while staring directly at Carson, and in that moment, he knew it was time to go.

He walked back to the botany hall, his cock aching with desire. Luckily, nobody was there to notice, and he sat back down in his chair and lit another joint. He considered going to his room and beating off but decided a joint to steady his mind was in order first. Having done so, he headed to his room and laid down on his reasonably comfortable bed.

The cannabis hadn’t helped his mood, which was bitter. He had no reason to actually be mad at Hermann, he knew that. In fact, he was well aware that it was Hermann that should by rights, be mad at him, yet that didn’t matter to Carson in the moment. He wanted Sheldon, but he also wanted Hermann to lose.

He stripped off and replayed the vision of Sheldon getting laid in his mind. He imagined the roles reversed as he started stroking himself, imagining what it would be like to get caught by Hermann while he was fucking Sheldon. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations he was giving himself, and imagining Sheldon’s moans. Her mouth on him, the warm wet tightness as he pushed inside her. The fantasy blended with his earlier desires for Dayton, and he imagined Sheldon bent over, his cock buried in her ass, moaning like a whore while he took what was his.

Carson picked up the pace as he got closer and closer to the climax he’d been **** for. He thought about the expression on Hermann’s face while he fucked Sheldon in the ass, and in that moment, his cock exploded and hot cum drenched his hand and belly.

He wiped up with a towel and as he did so, he realized what his fantasizing brain was telling him: he wanted to get caught.