The Observation Deck

“Thanks G-Unit,” you told the Guardian that placed the two steaming mugs onto the bench in front of you. Black coffee for her. Hot chocolate for you.

“G-Unit?” McGee wondered, her perfect eyebrow crooked almost at a right angle.

“I decided to give them all proper names,” you told her, swivelling your stool away from the window for a moment so you could point out the handful of Watchtower Guardians hovering about the place as they did whatever maintenance jobs they were scheduled to do. “That was G-Unit. That one over there is G-Eazy. That one fixing that air vent is Gene Roddenberry.”

“Really?” she asked, sounding vaguely impressed, or confused. It was hard to tell. You grinned and let the ruse slip.

“Alright well I can’t really tell them apart but it’s fun to give the bots names,” you admitted. The doctor looked to the Guardians then back at you and she cracked her own smile and shook her head.

“Well it’s good you found a way to have fun,” she said, seeming genuine that you hadn’t gone completely stir crazy living up in this space station. She turned to the window, which was basically the entire wall of this room, floor to ceiling, where a long bench and stool were installed for observers. It allowed her stare out into the vast, starlit speckled void of space. Her eyes lowered down to observe the curvature of the Earth beneath them. “It’s good to see the fun in things… with all that’s going on in the world,” she sighed, sipping her coffee plaintively. You wondered what unfun things were playing in her thoughts. Was it just the cum addiction stuff? Or other even grander threats and miseries that the world was inflicted with down there.

“How long have you been up here?” you asked, trying to skew the subject while not wanting to move her out of her brooding to jarringly.

“On and off about... three years,” she said. There flatness to the reply that didn’t indicate a positive or negative point of view on that timeframe.

“Alone?” you asked, and the shock in your voice made her turn to you and she smiled such a pretty smile. She brushed some hair behind her ear.

“No I usually came up here with a small team,” she clarified. “Although after we diagnosed Diana we had to up security and clearance levels were tightened. Luckily everybody else had plenty of work to move on to on Earth. And then I was basically with Diana most of the time anyway.”

You nodded, not quite sure what that meant in terms of the Doctor’s actual alone time at the space station.

“What were you doing before that?” you asked next. “I mean before you moved into this field.”

McGee looked out into the starfield again and took another drink of coffee, enjoying its heat sliding down her throat. The smile remained on her as she reminisced.

“I worked in Star Labs,” she said. “With the Flash. I think you already know about that,” she noted, giving you a sidelong glance. You did but not really.

“Well I read about whatever was published in journals and stuff. You must have more stories than that though,” you probed. Considering that point of view the doctor nodded.

“It was a lot of fun,” she said. “I was fresh out of college then, when the Flash first saved me.”

“Which one was it again?” you interrupted her. “There are so many Flashes…”

This earned a chuckle from the woman.

“There are a few speedsters running around aren’t there?” she laughed. “I think he was the first Kid Flash. And later became the third… Adult Flash?”

You snorted at ‘Adult Flash’ and she saw the humor in that too. “I was actually given a grant to study the Flash’s metabolism. He saved me, well me and a bunch of other people from some… King Shark attack at the Central City Aquatic center. I don’t even remember why Shark was there. But I do remember seeing a man run on water and I was mesmerised. I just… I needed to figure out how he worked. What his body went through. What he ate.”

You nodded along to her tale and at the flame of scientific curiosity behind her eyes. “Turns out he just ate whatever he wanted. But he needed a lot of calories. Burned through a dozen pizzas like it was nothing. Couldn’t even get drunk! He could down bottles of whiskey and not feel a buzz!”

She watched for your reaction, and you were suitably enthralled. Mainly by her passion but also from learning things about a superhero that you hadn’t even considered. And you even felt a twinge of sympathy for the Flash. Though drinking wasn’t often the answer to a problem… it sometimes helped.

“I miss whiskey too,” you said, thinking on the predicament. McGee tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

“Hm?”

“I mean… I stopped drinking after I became a doner,” you explained, and the doctor nodded as comprehension dawned. “It was usually only for special occasion anyway but I needed to keep my system crisp.”

“Guess you’re not that different from the Flash then huh?” Tina said with a smirk.

“I am saving lives,” you added, and while there was truth to that statement, you both saw the ridiculousness of that reality. The absurdity of the world where your jizz was a life saving substance. The laughter settled and for a moment you just looked at each other quietly. Doctor McGee had been a stern faced scientist when you met her, and though she had softened quite considerably since that first day, right now you felt like you finally saw the real her. She also seemed to be looking at you like it was the first time she’d really seen you. The woman caught herself and reached over to your untouched cup of hot chocolate.

“Do you want some?” she asked, reminded that you had no hands to drink with.

“Thanks,” you said preemptively, then leaned forward. Tina stopped herself from blowing into the cup and instead let you do it, then very carefully pushed it to your lips and tilted. You perhaps took a longer drink than you usually would have, partly because you didn’t want to keep requiring her to help you, partly because it was just nice to be serviced like this while also staring into the woman’s bright eyes.

You licked your lips as she put the mug down and you felt a warm droplet run down your chin.

“Woops!” In reaction more than thought, your date wiped at it with her thumb, brushing along your lower lip with the tip of her nail. And with equal thoughtlessness she stopped further drippage by sucking the side of her thumb. It all happened within a second, and wasn’t overtly anything, but you both sensed the ease of intimacy that allowed that to happen at all.

Tina retreated to her own mug and gulped the hot coffee while you sat there quietly stunned. “This is a beautiful view,” she said after a few seconds, gazing back out the window. You looked at her serene reflection in the glass rather than the less breathtaking view outside.

“It really is,” you agreed.

You saw her expression change suddenly and turned to the frown on her face.

“Oh! I can’t believe I forgot!” she exclaimed, slapping her forehead. You were about to ask her what it was but then she went on. “We were running tests on you all day… but you haven’t ejaculated once.”

You blinked at her and tried to collect your thoughts. That was true but you didn’t realise it was so important. “It’s vital that we get at least one sample a day from you through the analyzer,” said the researcher. “I really should set a schedule for you.”

It was both odd and arousing to have the doctor set an ejaculation schedule for you as an idea, and your body was already reacting to the next impending appointment. “How are you holding up?” she asked, a hand on your thigh, professional concern on her face. You were fine of course. You were used to giving multiple daily doses but there had been enough distractions during the day that your replenishing reserves just happened in as background noise and stayed settled in your balls perfectly comfortably. Though you did feel slightly heavier than you had felt in a few days.

You shrugged, but Tina wasn’t having it. “You could do with some relief, I’m sure,” she said, still with an air of scientific pragmatism. Okay then.

“Okay then,” you said, unable to hide your smile, although at the same time did this mean the date was over? You did like just talking to her and it seemed like you’d barely scratched the surface on some topics.

“Did you want to go back to the lab?” she asked, both of her hands now on your knees and you swallowed. “Or just… right here?”