Chaz is the youngest recruit the Academy has ever seen. Godlike reflexes and hawk eyes make him a natural gunner assigned to fly the futuristic ship with technology so advanced it's still classified. But it takes a two-man crew and Chaz, the lone wolf, must have a partner.
On his first day he meets Ferron, the most dangerous man at the Academy. The ice blue eyes and scarred face of the older cadet aren't enough to scare Chaz. Nor are the rumors that Ferron killed his last partner. But when he finds out they are to be a team, his anxiety starts to mount.
Tension climbs to a breaking point when Ferron informs him that in order to fly the Needle he and Chaz must have their bodies pressed together in a dance of sensual intimacy that makes the sexually straight Chaz angry and uncomfortable.
Ferron must master Chaz completely and break down his physical and emotional boundaries. The only thing that will keep them alive is their partnership--any space between them means certain death.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Broken Boundaries by Evangeline Anderson
Chaz's breath caught in his throat as he felt Ferron unzip his tight black uniform and run both his hands over Chaz's bare chest.
"What...what are you doing?" he said, trying to keep his voice level and failing. In a way it felt like his first day all over again.
"Touching you." Ferron's voice was casual. "You know how things are going to be once we're in the Needle. You need to get used to my hands on your bare skin while you shoot."
"I am used to your hands." Chaz blushed to say it but it was true. "You wash my back every night in the shower," he continued in a low voice.
"Yes, but I'll be touching more than your back while we fly together." Ferron's hands continued to roam over his chest, pausing to pluck lightly at Chaz's nipples, making him squirm. His cock was already rock-hard and had been from the minute he strapped on the simulator and Ferron had taken his place behind him. Now it seemed in danger of bursting right through the fabric of his uniform. But despite the distraction, or maybe because of it, Ferron's words finally sank in.
"What do you mean you'll be touching more than my back?" Chaz made himself ask although he was so wound up he could barely get the words out.
Ferron sighed in his ear. "You know, if I were you I would have spent more time studying the Needle specs so I'd know what the hell I was doing."
Chaz was stung. "I do study the specs," he protested, still firing at targets on remote control as they spoke. "I know the gunner's specs forward and backward. I could recite them in my sleep."
"Not your specs, mine," Ferron emphasized, tweaking his nipples impatiently and making Chaz yelp. "Do you have any idea how I fly the ship while you're shooting or don't you care?"
"Of course I care. I just figured, I don't know--that it was your deal." Chaz gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate on the next batch of targets as his partner's clever fingers stroked downward, entering the dangerous territory around his bellybutton. "Don't you have controls you use--same as me?" he made himself ask.
"Actually, no." Ferron sounded bored but his cock was hard and hot against the back of Chaz's thigh, making him wonder how much of his partner's laissez-faire attitude was an act. "I'm connected to the ship's navigational chip via electrodes wired to my head. In essence, I fly it with my mind because all I have to do is think where I want to be and we go. But while I'm maneuvering, it's also my job to maintain the neural net connection between us. So I'll be touching you while we fly, keeping you connected--keeping us connected."
"Touching me? Touching me where--how?" Chaz heard the quiver in his voice but couldn't seem to help it.
"I'll touch you in whatever way it takes to heighten and strengthen the neural net connection between us." Ferron's voice was bland but one of his long-fingered hands was south of Chaz's navel now, only inches from the slippery head of his cock. Chaz didn't know if he wanted Ferron to touch him there or not but he was afraid to find out.
"Look, I know you're working on 'stripping away my boundaries' but there are some I want to keep," he said, trying to keep his breathing even as Ferron stroked idly through the thatch of curls just below his bellybutton while still scrupulously avoiding his cock.
"Meaning?" Ferron's voice was still bored and unconcerned.
"Meaning I don't want to end up doing that. What Landrews and Sanderson are doing," Chaz said, unable to name the act out loud.
"So you don't want me to fuck you? You don't want to spread for me and take my cock deep in your tight little ass? Don't want to feel me riding you until I fill you up with my cum? Is that what you're saying?" Ferron's fingers stroked lower, almost touching the base of Chaz's cock as he spoke. Almost but not quite.
Chaz blew out his breath in a wavering sigh, trying not to imagine the erotic picture the older cadet painted with his words. Those words would have meant nothing to him before he came to the Academy--would have done nothing but made him feel sick inside because he would be secretly intrigued by them when he knew he shouldn't be. But now the idea of his tall partner doing that to him, opening him, fucking him...it made Chaz shiver and not with fear. "Yeah, Ferron," he said at last, his voice cracking. "I don't...don't want you to fuck me. That's what I'm saying."
"All right." Ferron's voice was a little colder but his hand continued its maddening exploration in the lower half of Chaz's uniform. "I told you once I never break my promises so I'm going to make you one now, Green Eyes. I promise you here and now that I will not fuck you unless one of two things happens."
"What two things?" Chaz asked, forgetting that he ought to protest again that he didn't want his tall, dark partner fucking him under any circumstances.
"One--that you ask me to do it. Or two--if our lives depend on it."
"First of all I am never going to ask you," Chaz said with more certainty than he felt. "And second, how could our lives possibly depend on it?"
"There's no faster way to strengthen the neural net connection than to be directly joined together," Ferron said matter-of-factly. "Why do you think Landrews and Sanderson keep leading the stats? They never get into a Needle or even go to the simulator without being joined. Without fucking. Of course," he continued thoughtfully, "it helps to have an emotional attachment as well. But in a pinch, just being connected physically will do."
"I-I still don't want it," Chaz insisted. "I just don't."
"Suit yourself. I'd say your boundaries are coming down slowly but surely anyway," Ferron said, as though it didn't matter to him one way or another if they ever consummated their strange relationship. "Have you noticed that while we've been talking you haven't missed a single target?"
"Really?" Chaz hadn't noticed, of course. He'd been busy talking, letting his hands do their job, but now he realized that Ferron was right.
"Careful, don't let knowing that you haven't screwed up make you screw up now," Ferron cautioned. "Keep talking while you fire." His voice dropped an octave into a more sensual range as he continued. "Did you know that there's a Needler tradition that if the gunner runs a perfect course, his pilot blows him?"
"He what?" Chaz squeezed the JP sticks reflexively, firing in all directions at once.
"Blows him--the pilot gets on his knees and sucks his gunner's cock until he comes," Ferron said a touch sarcastically.
"I know what it means. I-I just don't believe it. You're making it up." But in the back of his mind he remembered hearing Harwood tell Webs the same thing--"Finish the course with a perfect score and I'll give you a blowjob tonight you'll never forget, I swear." Hadn't those been his exact words?
"I'm not. A pilot takes care of his gunner--always." Ferron's voice was so dead certain that Chaz couldn't refute him.
"Well then, I don't believe you'd do it for me," he rephrased. "We've only known each other a few weeks and you don't even like me."
"Liking doesn't have anything to do with it," Ferron said, neither confirming nor denying Chaz's accusation, much to his disappointment. "It has to do with the pilot taking care of his gunner. You're my gunner so I'll take care of you any and every way I know how."
"Yeah, but that's taking it to extremes," Chaz protested. As they spoke about what he was sure was a hypothetical situation, his hands continued to do their job, effortlessly shooting down every target that came his way.
"Are you challenging me?" Ferron's hands had moved back up to his bellybutton but now they crept lower again. The back of one brushed seemingly by accident against the sensitive head of Chaz's cock, making him gasp. "You think I won't do it?"
"You won't even lick the head," Chaz said scornfully, trying to sound like he didn't care. "You talk big but I bet you have as many boundaries as me when it comes to sucking another guy's dick."
"I won't even lick the head, huh? Hit the next five targets in a row and see." There was a smirk in Ferron's voice but something else as well--a heat that Chaz hadn't heard before. He wanted to ask if Ferron had ever sucked Sabine's cock but he knew better than to mention the tall cadet's late partner by name. Then the next cluster of targets was hurtling toward him in the simulation window. Ought to miss. Ought to do it on purpose--we're getting in too deep. But as fast as the thought crossed his mind, his fingers were faster, working the JP sticks and firing blast after blast, exploding every single one.