Sonny squeezed one of his eyes shut as a big droplet of sweat slid in. He was sweating profusely in his suit as the morning sky came into view, the silo opening ominously slow. Joel sat behind him, looking over statistics and readings of the ship.
“Fuel pressure normal. Air supply full and flowing, no obstructions. Vitals registering, monitors working…” He continued to rattle off the standard readings needed to be normal for take-off. Sonny breathed out of his nose hard. He didn’t want to be thousands of miles away from any other human being alone with some schizophrenic douche bag.
“You’re seconds away from going into space Sonny, say something.” He heard Jon’s voice reach him through the intercom.
“This will be the fifth time I’ve gone into space, Road Hog. It’s nothing new. Only now, I have to go up with an anorexic fairy.” He muttered.
“Hey shut up! You’re the one that likes cock-!”
“ENOUGH. You two better not get each other killed! Rolly, start the countdown.”
“Roger. Count down initiated. T-Minus twenty seconds to lift off. Twenty, Nineteen, Eighteen…”
“I didn’t know” Joel said breathlessly behind him. “that you’d been into space so many times! This is only my second time out and I’m actually pretty nervous.” He said laughing a bit.
“I’ve been working for Thaumaturge Astronautics for almost ten years now. You get used to it, trust me. What’s truly scary is going under-ground or under the ocean.”
“Eleven, Ten, Nine, Eight…”
“Why’s that?” Sonny grit his teeth.
“Because Joel. Space is vast and empty. If you’re underground, one thing changes one grain of dirt pushed out of place and everything crushes you. Instant death.”
“Five, Four, Three…”
“Well, you know it’s the same with space, except you’re pulled apart, not crushed.” Sonny swallowed. He’d heard about that.
“Launch!”
The two men were forced into their seats as the massive fuel tanks shook everything violently. They lifted off, lurching into the air faster than any other thing could possibly move them. Eventually everything became rather dark and Sonny knew they’d penetrated the atmosphere. They were in space.
2011:A Space Porn 2/?
“Fuel pressure normal. Air supply full and flowing, no obstructions. Vitals registering, monitors working…” He continued to rattle off the standard readings needed to be normal for take-off. Sonny breathed out of his nose hard. He didn’t want to be thousands of miles away from any other human being alone with some schizophrenic douche bag.
“You’re seconds away from going into space Sonny, say something.” He heard Jon’s voice reach him through the intercom.
“This will be the fifth time I’ve gone into space, Road Hog. It’s nothing new. Only now, I have to go up with an anorexic fairy.” He muttered.
“Hey shut up! You’re the one that likes cock-!”
“ENOUGH. You two better not get each other killed! Rolly, start the countdown.”
“Roger. Count down initiated. T-Minus twenty seconds to lift off. Twenty, Nineteen, Eighteen…”
“I didn’t know” Joel said breathlessly behind him. “that you’d been into space so many times! This is only my second time out and I’m actually pretty nervous.” He said laughing a bit.
“I’ve been working for Thaumaturge Astronautics for almost ten years now. You get used to it, trust me. What’s truly scary is going under-ground or under the ocean.”
“Eleven, Ten, Nine, Eight…”
“Why’s that?” Sonny grit his teeth.
“Because Joel. Space is vast and empty. If you’re underground, one thing changes one grain of dirt pushed out of place and everything crushes you. Instant death.”
“Five, Four, Three…”
“Well, you know it’s the same with space, except you’re pulled apart, not crushed.” Sonny swallowed. He’d heard about that.
“Launch!”
The two men were forced into their seats as the massive fuel tanks shook everything violently. They lifted off, lurching into the air faster than any other thing could possibly move them. Eventually everything became rather dark and Sonny knew they’d penetrated the atmosphere. They were in space.
Alone with Joel Zimmerman in space…