Ben, Miguel and Tim winced as Lucas slammed his lunch-tray into the rack and stomped out of the mess hall.  Ben sighed.  “I exhausted.  It’s someone else’s turn.”

“No way.”  Miguel waved his arms at Ben.  “My balls still hurt from the last time.  He’s your friend.

“I can’t keep up.  Maybe if I didn’t have an eight hour shift every day I could go three or four times a night, but I do, so I can’t.”

Tim looked up from his food.  “What about Jon Ford?”

Miguel shook his head.  “He swore never to do Lucas again after the creamed corn thing.”

“That was months ago.  Maybe he’s over it.”  They looked over at Ford who was collecting his food and carefully avoiding anything yellow.  “Uh, okay. 

“Sorry Tim, time to lay down your virtue for the common good.”  Ben said, with a grin.

Tim blushed.  “Maybe Lucas needs therapy, or hormone treatments?”

Miguel laughed.  “He’s sixteen and he’s horny.  So he’s hornier than most, but Lucas has never been average at anything.”

Ben winced.  “Tell me about it.  He wanted to top last week.  I swear it felt like he was up between my lungs.”

“Ouch.”  Miguel smiled sympathetically.  Turning back to Tim, he said, “Well that’s good news for you: he’ll just be doing his usually bossy bottom thing for you.”

“For me?”  Tim squeaked.  “I didn’t say I’d do it yet.”

“Just make sure you drink a lot of liquids between bouts.  You can get pretty dehydrated if you just pass out until he’s ready again.”  Ben said.

“Eating plenty of potassium-rich food helps.  Shellfish, root vegetables, bananas, that sort of thing.  It builds up your sexual strength.”  Miguel patted Tim on the shoulder.

Tim scowled into his lunch.  “He’s the Captain’s responsibility.”

Miguel choked on his food.  “Ack!  Tim!  Mental picture!”

Ben had a faraway look in his eye.  “Actually, that would be kinda hot.  Not that my dick is showing any interest in anything at the moment, but it could be fun.”

“A threesome with Lucas and the Captain?”  Miguel asked.  “Ben, you are one sick puppy.  The Captain is like a father to Lucas.”

“Yeah, but he isn’t.  Don’t knock the ‘daddy’ games until you’ve tried them.”

“So what… you planning on luring the Cap to your quarters and throwing him to Lucas?”

Tim perked up.  “It’s worth a try.”

Miguel rolled his eyes.  “Anything to get out of doing your duty by your fellow man?”

“He’s a boy, not a man.”

“I meant us.  We’re the ones that have to live with the stressed-out-sexually-frustrated-pain-in-the-ass.  Really, please screw Lucas, we’ll owe you big-time.”

Ben shifted uncomfortably.  “Yeah, really big.”

~

Miguel and Ben stood outside Lucas’ cabin, trying to look inconspicuous.  The door opened and a rumpled, debauched and smiling Lucas stepped out, heading for the showers.

“Yes!”  Ben punched air. 

Miguel grinned.  “I can’t believe it: Tim came through.  Lucas looks like he’ll be calm for days.”

Tim staggered out into the corridor.  “You owe me big.  So big, I’ll be collecting for years.”

Ben shrugged and handed over two tickets for the opera, a voucher for flying lessons, a signed Terry Pratchett novel and a bottle of kumquat liqueur.

Tim smiled and waved them on their way.

They didn’t notice Tim handing out his booty to two crewmen, Dr Levin and the Captain as they all limped out of Lucas’ room…