Title: Reformation: Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
Garrett wasn’t panicking.
Panic wasn’t something he did. Panic was for people who
didn’t know how to handle the unexpected. Panic was for people who got caught
off-guard. Panic wasn’t for someone who had a contingency for almost
everything. Garrett wasn’t panicking―he was being concertedly concerned.
Jonah’s call was late. Garrett let it go for a while, but
after an hour, he called Jonah’s personal comm. No reply, just the message
machine. Then he tried the house, but apparently the power had been out. So, a storm?
The colony was shielding, interfering with the comm arrays? Garrett tried the
comm on Jonah’s ship just to check, but instead of a blank signal, he got a
steady dot dot dot-dash dash dash-dot dot
dot: the SOS call signal, a universal cry for help. That could mean a lot
of things, though; it wasn’t necessarily that the ship was disabled. He tried
Jezria Dowd, an old friend and Pandora’s former governor, and again got
nothing.
What the fuck was going on?
Three hours and two hacked Federation comm satellites later,
and Garrett finally managed to bring up a broad energy signature for Pandora.
If there was a bad storm, then he should be seeing almost nothing of the colony
itself, and maybe a dozen personal ship docked at the tiny space station above
the planet. Instead he saw…
Garrett blinked, then counted again. Almost thirty mid-sized
energy signatures, all of them active, none of them big enough to be the space
station. Which meant that there was
no space station. Pandora’s Eye, it had been called. Well, now it looked like
Pandora was blind.
Garrett was dimly aware of his heart rate increasing, but he
ignored his sympathetic nervous system’s response to his unacknowledged stress
and kept looking at the energy signatures, searching for anything that would
serve to identify the ships milling around above the colony. He read streams of
data that could only be live fire, most of it seeming to splash off the barrier
below. Pandora City was equipped with an energy shield that could hold off the
worst storms the planet had to offer. If there had been time, one of the
engineers could have modified it to reflect, or at least reduce, the impact of
the plasma fire. If Garrett had been there, he could have done it in under ten minutes.
If he’d been there.
“You could come with
me.” Jonah’s hand stroked Garrett’s arm with absent tenderness as they lay
together in bed. Touching Garrett like this was unconscious for Jonah,
something he didn’t even think about before doing. Garrett thought about it,
though. He felt every brush, catalogued every kiss and hoarded them like
credits. He didn’t mention it to Jonah, in case it made his husband
self-conscious, but it was one of his favorite things about him. Expressing his
love came so easily to Jonah, it made it that much harder for Garrett to
disappoint him.
“I can’t. I’m sorry,”
and he genuinely was, “but with the election coming up, I really have to be
here.”
Jonah sighed. “You’re
not even runnin’ for office, you get that, right?”
“I know, but I might
be able to tone down some of the violent rhetoric, and all this stupid business
about not being able to vote if you don’t have an implant. It’s a last-ditch
effort by the Central contingent to disenfranchise colony voters who can’t
afford embedded implants, and I’m not going to let—”
Jonah laughed. “Oh my
lord, I know, darlin’. I know. I’ve
been hearin’ you talk about it for months now.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I get
it. I shouldn’t be complaining. I’m just gonna miss you, that’s all.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
He would. Garrett could barely breathe when he thought about it, being
separated from his husband for months at a time. He was on the verge of asking
Jonah to stay, but that wasn’t fair. Jonah wanted to be useful, and running
much-needed supplies out to Pandora did that for him. Garrett had been selfish
with their lives for long enough. He could let someone else have their way.
For a while, at least.
Garrett rolled on top
of his husband, straddling his waist and grinding his ass down against Jonah’s
groin. It had barely been ten minutes since they’d finished their last round,
but he felt Jonah’s soft, sticky cock begin to thicken against his bare skin.
“Darlin’,” Jonah
groaned, moving his hands to Garrett’s waist and stroking his sides. “You
tryin’ to kill me?”
“I’m just making sure
I give you some fond memories,” Garrett said lightly, but he kept moving,
rubbing up against Jonah and getting both of them hard again, fast. He leaned
in for a kiss that quickly went from sweet to hot, soft lips to clashing
tongues. “And something to look forward to returning to,” he gasped when they
separated for a moment.
“You could never fuck
me again and I’d still look forward to comin’ back to you every time,” Jonah
groaned. “Don’t mean you can’t fuck me now, though,” he added, and Garrett
reached back and positioned him at his entrance. “Darlin’, wait—”
“It’s fine,” Garrett
assured him. “I’m still good from last time, I’m good. I want it like this.”
The penetration stung a little, but he was still relaxed and slick inside, and
too soon he sat flush to his husband’s hips, moaning, rocking back and forth as
he took Jonah as deep as he could.
“Sweetheart.” Jonah
leaned up on one hand and pulled Garrett into a kiss. Their whole torsos were
flush together now, Garrett’s cock pressed tight to Jonah’s stomach. “This what
you need?”
Garrett nodded
jerkily. “Yeah.” This and more, every day for the rest of forever. Garrett had
long ago come to terms with his greed when it came to his family, but Jonah had
a way of making that vice seem like a virtue, because he was so happy to give Garrett everything he could. Their
life together, their son, every hope that Garrett had for the future: all
wrapped up in the generosity of this one, single person. It made being less
honorable than Jonah bearable, when Garrett knew he was wanted anyway. “Like
this.”
They shifted so Jonah
could lean against the wall, which Garrett softened with a quick touch to the
control panel. He barely moved, just enveloped Jonah like if he tried hard
enough he could subsume him, and Jonah held him tight, hitching his hips just
enough to give them some friction. It was slow, drawn-out and delicious, the
sort of sex Garrett hadn’t even known he could have until he met Jonah. It was
less about the heat and spark of getting off fast and more about being close,
joyful with and in each other, a long goodbye for their minds and hearts.
Jonah finally came
with a hitching sigh, and Garrett leaned back just far enough to slide his hand
between them and stroke himself off. They moved flat onto the bed again, and
Garrett shut his eyes and soaked in the perfection of how he felt right now.
He’d need to recall the feeling a lot over the next few months.
Jonah kissed his
shoulder. “Love you, darlin’.”
Garrett couldn’t remember whether he’d said it back or not.
He could remember everything else about that night with perfect clarity, but he
couldn’t remember saying “I love you.” Not that Jonah didn’t know, of course he
knew, but still…
An incoming comm drew him out of his fugue. Garrett blinked
and accessed the call. “Claudia?”
“Garrett, what’s going on?”
“Where? With what?”
“With Miles!”
Miles? “What are you talking about?”
“He got an emergency message from Federation Central Command
calling him to report in! They sent a ship to take him down to Olympus―he left
five minutes ago. The message didn’t explain anything, not a damn thing, just said he had to show up
or risk court-martial.”
Garrett frowned. “They can’t court-martial him, he isn’t
active duty.”
“Could that be changing?” Claudia asked tentatively.
“I don’t―” See how,
he wanted to finish, but all of a sudden Garrett could see exactly how his father’s duty status might be changing. “Call your
aides on-planet,” Garrett told his father’s wife. “Get them to the command
office as fast as possible, so Miles has some backup on site. Get them started
on filing a public records request for everything that’s happening to Miles
right now, and get them in touch with the legal team. We need to get everything
that’s going on into the public sphere, and we need the reveal to be as fast as
possible.”
“Is it President Alexander?” Claudia didn’t wait for him to
reply. “It is; it has to be. He’s making his move now, before the election.
He’s getting Miles out of the way somehow.”
“And I think I know where he’s sending him,” Garrett
muttered, staring balefully at the energy signatures swanning through space
over Pandora. “You and the girls should get away from here.”
“Where would we go? Where’s out of Alexander’s reach? And
I’m not going anywhere until I know what’s happening with Miles.”
“Fair enough.” For a moment Garrett’s throat ached with the
urge to tell Claudia what was happening over Pandora, to share his suspicions
with a sympathetic ear. Now wasn’t the time for dwelling on potentials, though.
Garrett needed more information, and fast. “I’ll contact you as soon as I know
something, all right?”
“All right. Thank you, Garrett.”
“I’m always here for you. You’re family.” He ended the call,
then started another one.
There was still one member of his family he hadn’t talked
to, and Garrett wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else without knowing Cody
was safe. If what he thought was happening was verified, then the Academy wouldn’t
be safe enough.
He needed to pull Cody out now, before it was too late.
Poor Garrett, so much of responsibilities in his shoulders . Here's to hoping that Garrett keeps his cool while dealing with the obvious mess of affairs. I hope Jonah is not hurt, and everybody else is safe. Goes on without saying, excellent writing Cari! Thank you!
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DeleteThanks for commenting, Nethra! Yeah, Garrett's not going to have fun with everything coming up, but he doesn't run from a challenge.
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