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Endless Void

There was a small diner on one of a million star routes amid the vast silence of space, far from any type of true civilisation. In the solitude of a shuttle station that was rarely used, there was a place that seemed untouched by time.

Robots hover over the chequerboard-patterned linoleum tiles. If it were not for the robotic waiters and chefs, it was a perfect example of a 1950s restaurant. Benches with red cushions. Tables with wood tops and metal edges. A counter with barstools in the same design.

At first sight, the diner appeared to be empty. Looking closely, there was one. An older man in a spacesuit, his eyes filled with silent knowledge and wisdom. Short brown hair was left at a manageable length. A full beard, well-kept but possibly a little longer than he preferred. His eyes were drawn to the window just beside his table. He holds a cup of coffee in his hand.

Nothing disturbed the near-complete silence in this place. It was as if everything was frozen, as if time had forgotten how to move forward. The man let out a big sigh, raising the cup to his lips and taking another sip. It was cold. He wasn't sure how long at this point.

His gaze became lost in the limitless nothingness of space, which gradually filled his core with the same sensations.

The door to the diner opened. He did not react.

Steps got closer. His gaze was remained fixed on the sight of darkness and twirling stars.

"Is this seat free?"

A gruff, booming voice sliced through the silence like a knife. For the first time in what seemed like hours, the man took his gaze away from the scene beyond those windows.

His black eyes travelled over the man in front of him. He was a little shorter than average. He smiled warmly. Kerton rarely saw males like that. He resembled a rodent anthro. At first sight, he was unsure what it was. He was compact and heavy-set.

Kerton's attention shifted to the plate on the other man's chestplate. He recognised the logo for one of the largest transport firms on this side of the universe. It did not surprise him much; the other man had the typical build of a space trucker.

His empty eyes looked around the dinner. Kerton remained the sole one in this place of lost times. He gazed back at the mouse, hamster, or rat. He was not sure yet. His eyebrows rose slightly.

"Go ahead." He couldn't recognise his own voice after what seemed like years of misuse. The anthro sat down directly in front of him. The leather crunshed, making its characteristic sound.

Kerton was going to let his focus wander out the window again. When he heard that voice once more.

"I appreciate it. My name is Nemix. Long trip?"

It was evident that Nemix was no stranger to long journeys. His expression and eyes conveyed this. But there was a warmth in those black eyes that Kerton thought he himself had lost a long time ago.

"You could say that."

"Are you also a trucker?"

Kerton could not figure out why Nemix looked to be desperate for a chat. But then again, being a space trucker was a lonely occupation.

"No, public transport."

He nodded and appeared to comprehend something; Kerton was not sure what, but a little smirk rose to the anthro's edge of his mouth. "I see."

Silence fell over both of them as Nemix waved to the robotic waiter and requested a coffee. Kerton was staring at his own cold, dark liquid in the cup. He rolled his wrist slightly to make it move, watching the swirl of darkness drag him deeper into it.

"Did you have a long trip?"

Kerton glanced up again, seeing Nemix sip his hot coffee and sigh with satisfaction.

"It is not much longer than usual trips. This shuttle station is the final point along one of my journeys."

Kerton paused briefly before deciding to pose his own question. "Why have you approached me?"

Nemix appeared puzzled by the question for a moment, but then smiled warmly and fully. "You seemed like you needed some company."

"I often have too much company on my travels."

Nemix's eyes brightened as he heard that. "Do you?"

Kerton was ready to respond when he paused in the middle of opening his mouth. His own thoughts began to unravel and contradict each other. Did he really? "I don't know any more."

"Then, why?" Kerton stared into Nemix's eyes again after that inquiry, unsure of what he meant. "Why do you continue doing it?"

The man was surprised by the inquiry. His brow wrinkled as he visibly attempted to figure out an answer to that question. Throughout those years, he went through space using the same star routes and hyperspeed channels. Back and forth, dealing with passengers and copilots alike. Feeling trapped in far too little space and surrounded by so many people, he felt alone, drowning in the never-ending space that was the only constant.

Memories of how it all started emerged. When he enjoyed what he was doing. Felt purpose. He was significantly younger. The years stripped him down to his core. "The People."

He paused for a while more. "Knowing that I can give so many people a fresh start in this never-ending void. That keeps me going."

A chuckle cut through the dinner. It was deep and warm, sending a chill down Kerton's spine. The unreserved excitement on Nemix's face surprised him.

"I get what you mean. All those years and hours of solitude on those space voyages. But I remind myself every time that the goods I transport will provide someone with a chance, an opportunity to live the life they choose."

Kerton's heart rate increased somewhat at the sight. It has been a long time since he had a normal talk like this. Not about employment or direction. Only about his thoughts and opinions.

"It only gets harder each year." Kerton spoke for the first time without being questioned. He looked out the space diner window at the swirling darkness and dazzling stars millions of lightyears away. "Only dark and harsh metallic corners. No warmth, no softness. I can not even remember how it felt to have the breeze blow through my hair and the sun warm my skin. I do not have the luxury. Only recycled air and metal."

The man was lost in the swirling universe again, not noticing the warm smile spreading across Nemix's lips as he listened to those words. Feeling the longing in every syllable.

Kerton was surprised when he heard a cup hit the table and looked at Nemix with surprise. He observed the anthro straighten up and gave a tiny nod towards the dining door. "Come with me."

Kerton stared at him standing near the table, unsure how to react. But what kept him here? A cold cup of coffee and the loneliness that had gripped him for so long, seeping into his bones like an unwelcome acquaintance.

He gently got up. Like he thought he was around a head taller than the anthro when standing beside him. Nemix began walking, and Kerton followed.

Neither of them spoke as they headed to the shuttle terminal, leaving the diner behind.

"I'm Kerton, by the way. I don't think I introduced myself yet." Silence fell over them again, with only the steady footfall on the metal floor echoing down the frigid hallway. "Where are we going?"

"You will see."

He followed silently. Surprised that Nemix was so silent all of a sudden. However, his pleasant, friendly grin and gentle glitter in his eyes put Kerton at rest. The dude was never in this area of the shuttle station. He actually had no idea it was this big to begin with.

They both turned a corner and approached a door. He saw Nemix place some sort of pass against a reader; with a peep of affirmation, it opened and let them in. Making them both wind up in some kind of lift, which began moving silently.

"Kerton, are you from Earth?"

This prompted the man to look into Nemix's eyes. "Yes, I was born there. But I wasn't around very long. My parents and I relocated to one of the colonies when I was around six years old. I can't even recall the time." He stopped for a moment. "Why?"

The anthro only smiled, his eyes shining even more. Kerton was expecting an answer, but when the door opened in front of him, everything else was forgotten.

A pleasant breeze brushed across his face. The aroma of fresh earth and grass filled his nostrils. Trees and wildflowers are everywhere. He blinked many times as he took a wobbly step forward. He heard the familiar crunch of grass beneath his boots. His gaze wandered across the area in front of him. A plain of trees and meadows. A sky that seemed so genuine it was difficult to realise it wasn't. The warmth on his skin heated him right to the core.

"How?" Kerton's heartbeat quickened as he noticed what appeared to be a little lake in the distance. A strong breeze allowed him to smell the characteristically moist scent.

“A small project of mine. I go between shuttle stations and other typical stops, creating little patches of earth. I have been in love with that planet since I was a child, and I try to let people feel it."

Nemix stepped forward and passed Kerton. He observed him take a long breath, noting how his shoulders relaxed and his body assumed a more pleased stance.

"You created it?" Kerton could not believe that someone could produce something so lovely and realistic. "It is breathtaking."

Nemix turned his head to look over his shoulder. "Do you want to explore it?"

Kerton was still stunned by a long-forgotten memory that had flooded all of his senses. A craving he was unaware he had. He could only nod as an answer. He watched the anthro reach out and take his hand before beginning to walk him through this magnificent landscape.

Kerton shivered with each new feeling. The scents, sounds, sensations, and taste of the air. It felt as if every little bit was returning something he had long lost.

Nemix simply smiled and watched Kerton in silence. Seeing those dark, endlessly lost eyes regain a glimmer of life. The black gradually faded into a warm brown, as if his body had just remembered that it was supposed to be that way.

As they stood near the lake, Kerton slowly let go of Nemix's hand and moved closer to a tree on the water's edge. He reached out slowly, hesitantly, as if scared that if he touched it, the dream would disappear.

Nemix waited with bated breath. Seeing those fingertips go down the rough bark. How they shuddered at the first weak contact before running through the tree's random pattern. He could see Kerton's shoulders stiff from years of work and a feeling of emptiness started to relax. He heard a faint sigh escape the man's lips. Watched as his eyes closed and he leaned closer, taking a deep breath.

Those are the moments Nemix hoped for. The reason he initiated this entire project. A sense of appreciation flowed across his chest, causing his heart to beat slightly quicker.

Kerton pressed his forehead against the bark and took long breaths, feeling as if he was breathing for the first time in ages. He leaned back and looked at Nemix, noting the satisfaction on his face. There is a faint blush on the older man's face. It made Kerton's heart skip a beat.

"You are not a simple space trucker." Given how clear it was at this point, Nemix could only chuckle as he moved his finger to the plaque on his chest. It was a well-known transport company that worked its way up the ranks until no one could reach them anymore. "My name is Nemix, Nemix Equinox."

Kerton's eyes widened as he stared at the plague again. Equinox Corporation. He never thought he would meet someone like him and then be confronted with such a gentle, warm being.

Now it made sense. Now there was an explanation for how a space trucker could create such a soul-nourishing sanctuary.

"Why? Why have you approached me?"

Kerton was at a loss for words. He could not comprehend how he ended up in this situation or how he got back something he had lost for so long. Nemix smiled even warmer, giving out a pleasant chuckle that warmed Kerton's skin more than the perfectly reproduced sun above him.

"You seemed like you needed some company."

Kerton's heart stopped for a second as he felt the last part of the dark curtain that had been covering him for so long fall away. Emotions screamed all at once, overwhelming and deafening him. He could feel his legs weakening as he slid against the tree. He could feel the solid oak trunk supporting his back.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, heated and scorching, igniting his skin. He does not remember when he last allowed himself to cry. His body was shaking with muffled sobbing. But those tears were not of sadness; instead, the joy of the moment overwhelmed him.

He felt like the childhood he lost to steel and the darkness of the void was taking over. He couldn't believe he had access to memories so old. His naked feet were going through the grass. The simple pleasure of leaping into puddles of newly fallen rain.

Nemix just watched, not wanting to ruin the moment for Kerton. That overwhelming feeling of reuniting with a long-lost piece of home.

Kerton began to calm down gradually, stroking his cheeks to remove the last remains of tears. He leaned back against the tree, releasing a relieved breath, and ran his fingers through the grass and soil beneath.

Only then did Nemix slowly approach and sit by Kerton. "Are you okay?"

A slight nod was the first response. "Yes, more than okay." The man opened his eyes, life whirling in those warm brown orbs, so unlike before. "You are a saint."

Nemix just chuckled at it. "I am not such a thing. But, to be honest, I have never seen somebody respond this strongly to one of my projects."

Kerton chuckled and smiled thereafter. He can not recall when he last laughed. “I don't know. It's like I found something I lost." He continued to run his fingers along the grass. “A part I didn't realise was missing."

Nemix brought a knee to his chest and crossed his arms on top of it. The altered position caused his tummy to squeeze against his thigh. He rested his head on his arms. "I started doing this because I was beginning to feel lost. I went to Earth for business and had this overwhelming feeling. As if I found my roots, like I left them behind without knowing. That sensation wouldn't let me go. I continued thinking about it long after my stay. And I began investigating terraforming and everything else needed to build something like this."

He looked around the area he had made with his own two hands. The spot of nature, green and calm. "And I started making these. One by one. I noticed the reaction I got. And each time, I felt the same thrill. With each new location, I felt like I was giving something back. I have never seen something as beautiful as that."

Kerton looked around the place, imagining how much relief it would bring to everyone who visited it. "Yes, this place is gorgeous. Like art, you could stroll through."

Nemix chuckled again, drawing Kerton's attention with that warm sound. He noticed a sparkle in the anthro's eyes as he looked deeply into the other man's brilliant brown orbs. He blushed significantly. "I am not talking about the location."

"The happiness, the tears, the feelings. How you began to glow, absorbing the nature around you like a sponge. While nature was transforming you into something new, or, more accurately, something you should have been from the beginning. It was breathtaking.

Kerton's blush only grew more intense. "Stop making an old man like me blush like that!"

"I am sure I am older, so let me enjoy watching something so adorable happen."

He could not respond to that. His brain was unable to absorb the words. Kerton brought his legs up and rested his face on his knees in a silent attempt to conceal his blush. His heart continued to beat against his ribs. The intense feelings from just minutes ago left him feeling raw in a wonderful way but also much more sensitive to what was going on right now.

"Old flirt" was all he could mutter through his beard. "Stop making me feel like a teenager. This place has already made me feel like a child again."

A warm hand landed on top of his head, ruffling through his short brown hair. He reddened even more but did not move away from it. At this moment, he could feel his ears burning up from blushing.

"How can I, when you are so cute about it?"

"You are not supposed to call old guys cute."

"I get called cute all the time." Nemix just responded.

"You are a cute mouse, hamster, or something. You cannot compare that to an old fart in his forties."

"Chipmunk."

"Hmm?"

"I am a chipmunk, silly."

Kerton's hair was constantly ruffled by the warm hand, making him slightly but steadily more ashamed. "Will you stop?"

It was neither an order nor a request but rather a question. This made the chipmunk chuckle again. "Do you want me to stop?"

The men just shoved his face against his legs, offering no response or attempting to move away. He did not want to offer Nemix any satisfaction.

"You are horrible..."

“You called me a saint not long ago."

"You are a horrible saint."

And then the hand was gone. Regardless of how much Kerton complained about it, the moment it left, he felt an absence. He raised his face to ask why. The next thing that happened caused his brain to short-circuit. His eyes widened as he felt the soft, warm lips on his. His heart felt as if it had broken through his chest and was heading to heaven.

His frozen state went away as he closed his eyes and enthusiastically returned the kiss. His body relaxed as he wrapped his arms around Nemix's neck, running his fingers through the extremely smooth fur.

His head leaned to the side, and he opened his lips as he felt the chipmunk's tongue lick them. He groaned as he tasted the other man for the first time. He could still taste the black coffee Nemix drank at the dinner. However, there was another taste. He could not define the taste as anything other than peculiar Nemix.

Kerton felt himself being pushed backwards. Feeling the soft ground against his back, they lost each other in their embrace. He wasn't sure how long the kiss was going to last, but the moment it broke, he had no time to recover as the chipmunk continued lining soft kisses along his neck, down to his collarbone He could feel Nemix's hungry hands searching for a way to unlock his spacesuit.

“Side… under armpit." Kerton was breathing heavily and raising his arm. Nemix wasted no time in locating the clasps that held everything together, opening them one after the other, unlocking the side of Kerton's spacesuit. The first touch of that hungry palm on his flesh was like a scorching hot iron. The man arched his back to the contact. As his suit slowly was peeled off him. Before he knew it, he was down to his underwear.

His half-open eyes stared up at Nemix, his breathing heavy and his cheeks flushed all the way to his collarbones. He could see the chipmunk's eyes light up with passion. Observing the body of the man lying in front of him. Patches of coarse body hair on his chest, soft belly, arms, and legs. The brown colour was already showing hints of grey here and there.

"God, you are beautiful."

Kerton exhaled in between hard breaths. "I am way past my prime."

He watched Nemix lean down and begin kissing his sensitive flesh. "You are perfect as you are. I couldn't even imitate it if I tried."

Those warm hands were everywhere, causing Kerton's skin to tremble and his hair to rise up. Kisses lined his slightly hanging belly, causing him to sigh. “You are burning me up..."

He extended his hands down to Nemix's face and gently guided them up to stare into the chipmunk's dark brown eyes. “I need to see you… please."

Nemix smiled while sitting on top of Kerton's hips. He reached for the front zipper of his own suit. He did not hesitate to pull it all the way down, exposing his own body. He slipped entirely out of it and threw it to the side, now only in underwear himself.

Kerton looked up, his eyes taking in every little detail. His own hands moved up to Nemix's large stomach. He ran his fingers through the fur and quickly noticed a reaction. It was incredibly soft, both his fur and his belly, testimony of innumerable hours spent travelling through the infinite space.

His hands drank in every detail as if he were dying of thirst. Every small swell and dip. The way Nemix belly folded on the side to give way for his love handles. The extra weight he was carrying created two noticeable folds on the sides. The chest, slightly sagging from age but still having a nice, firm touch to it.

Kerton has never seen anything so gorgeous. His attention wandered up to Nemix's face, who is simply watching him in response, relishing every last touch and blushing more heavily than ever before. But the dazzling smile persisted, sending shivers down the man's spine.

"How are you so perfect?"

Kerton could not come up with another word. It felt like it did not do Nemix honour in the slightest, yet there was not a term in the vocabulary that could adequately explain Kerton's reaction to the heavyset chipmunk straddling his lap.

He watched in amazement as Nemix bent down again. He shivered when the chipmunk's hands gently touched his face. And moaned into the sweet warmth and taste of the other man's lips.

His hands wrap over Nemix's hip, drawing him closer and running circles around the small of the chipmunk's back. The kiss took his breath away and made him feel as if he were breathing for the first time ever.

His desire was fuelled by a desperate yearning. His hands went down slowly, taking hold of those two large globes of soft, pliable flesh. The sensation of his fingers delving into the soft flesh, grasping and playing with that incredible set of cheeks. Only driven on by the moaning, he was fed by the kiss.

A powerful, cool breeze blasted across his heated flesh, adding to the incredible experience.

After the hot kiss ended, they both peered into each other's eyes with burning need. Their kiss-swollen lips remained slightly open. A little strand of saliva lingered between them. Neither of them said anything. Kerton was relishing the incredible weight lying on him, the silky fur against his skin, and the sensation of the hot globes in his palms. The feel of dirt and grass on his back. He could not have imagined it being any more wonderful.

He let out a quivering moan and quickly closed his eyes from the pleasure. Nemix begins to roll his hips, grinding their burning excitement against one another.

"Nemix… I don't… this would be my first time doing this."

The chipmunk appeared stunned for a time. "You have never had sex?"

Kerton shook his head immediately. "No, not that. I had sex, just… not with another guy."

Nemix bent down again, one of his hands sliding to the other male's chin and placing a thumb over his lip. "How can you become any more adorable? Let me handle it."

The intimate contact made his heart skip a beat before he saw Nemix sit back up. He did not hesitate to insert his thumbs inside his own underwear and pull them down his legs. Kerton's eyes immediately shifted to the throbbing member. It was not very large, perhaps somewhat less than average, but it was thick.

He never looked at another guy's cock like that before. Not with knowledge of what was currently going on between them. He was surprised to see himself reaching out and running his fingers along that swollen and already pre-cum covered head. Getting a nice hefty moan out of it.

"Mhhm… careful… you got me all rilled up already."

That caused Kerton to pause for a moment as he was struck with an unexpected sensation. He felt a sense of accomplishment, even pride, knowing that he was responsible for bringing that handsome man to this level of arousal. He trembled as he watched, feeling the chipmunk's hips rub against Kerton's pulsing bulge.

He was so extremely aroused at this point. Without even removing his underwear yet. Kerton was about to move his own hands to the waistband of his trunks when he got beat to it. The man watched Nemix's hands going down. He noticed their fingers hooking under the waistband. The chipmunk waited for a moment, looking for some kind of approval in Kerton's eyes. He offered a slight nod, biting his bottom lip as he saw his own pants slip down. Seeing more and more of his member becoming unveiled. He shivered as his warm skin met the cooler air surrounding them.

But the cold sensation did not last long, as he felt Nemix resume his position on Kerton's waist, engulfing his already painfully erect member with the warmth and softness of the chipmunk's skin and fur. His toes curled with delight.

"Nemix… I don't think I can handle much more than this." Kreton's voice was little more than a quivering whisper. The chipmunk smiled as he leaned forward and lay on top of the man. His arms go around Kreton's neck, his fingers digging into the hair on the back of his head. They met each other's eyes. Both let out a deep, heated moan as their cocks grinded against each other, smothered between their plump, soft tummies.

Nemix did not take long to lean down and bind Kerton in another passionate, scorching kiss. Their eyes closed as their tongues danced together. Their hips were rubbing against one another. Their cocks were frotting.

Kerton moved his hands down the chipmunk's back until they reached his large, well-formed buns. They were feeding moans into the hot kiss. Their minds were blank as the pleasure had reached a point of no return. Grinding against one another more and more.

The man's thoughts were solely on the chipmunk on top of him. The incredible weight of his body bearing down on him. His short, velvety fur provided an unforgettable sensation. His own fingers dug into the pliable globes of goodness. Then came the sensation of his belly and cock grinding against his own. He was lost as he let out a long, throaty groan, deepening the kiss even more as he came undone. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and his cum flowed out like a never-ending fountain. The warmth between their bodies led Nemix to have his own moment of pure bliss.

Neither of them knew how long they had been grinding and making a complete mess between their soft bellies. But when their kiss caused their eyesight to blur and spin due to a lack of air in their lungs, they knew it was for a long time.

Their first attention returned to each other, with a tenderness that nearly took their breath away. Unable to resist, they exchanged another deep kiss of passion and unadulterated ecstasy. Both knew in this moment this was just the beginning of their dance of flesh and lust.

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Both of them laid on the ground, enjoying the lovely touch of grass against their sides and backs. Neither of them said anything, their bodies a canvas of what they just did for however long it was. Sweat and cum covered them in so many places they weren't even sure if there was any space without it left.

Kerton placed his head on Nemix's chest and ran his hand along the chipmunk's velvety belly.

Nemix had his arm wrapped across Kerton, his fingers tracing circles along his back.

The warm breeze blew across their slowly cooling skin. The simulated sun shone down on their nude bodies. The smell of nature and sex tickled their noses.

Nemix was the first to speak in what seemed like an eternity, another life.

“Do you want to join me in creating these little spots of recovery?"

Kerton simply nuzzled the chipmunk's shoulder, a pleasant smile on his lips. “As if you need to ask. You know the answer already."