✅ Project SETI 3: Eve's Advent

Part XIV: Where We Left Off

Nova internally plugged his sinus, and he could feel his pussy relaxing already as his lungs expanded involuntarily. The secondhand bong rip hit him hard, and he instantly felt a little tired and giggly upon exhale.

"God, daddy... just... take me now," he said through a wide, stoned grin.

Gabriel leaned down, grabbed Nova by his arms and slammed the side of his face into his chest. He could both feel Nova's heart thudding against his cheek and hear its fast but steady lub-dub in his ear.

"Hm... your heart is pretty tachy," he rumbled sensually when he released just a few moments later. "Let me walk you to the table. I want to get a closer look."

Nova recognized that the scene was starting just from his tone of voice, and he slipped into his own character as well. He grasped at his chest with one hand and made his breathing sound heavy and labored. "My chest hurts..."

"It's okay, daddy will take care of you," Gabriel reassured him with one arm around his back.

Nova laid down on the surgical table and continued to pretend to deteriorate further. He began to breathe faster and shallower than before, in hopes that Gabriel would administer mouth-to-mouth again.

"Relax, I've got you," he cooed again. He grabbed the bottom hem of Nova's shirt and abruptly tore it up, all the way to the collar. The edges of his lips twitched to a satisfied grin when Nova gasped softly and looked up at him with an expression of surprise and ardor. He then reached for his stethoscope sitting nearby, put it in his ears, and urgently inched it around on Nova's chest in an examination of both his heart and lungs. His pulse was still elevated; he estimated around 120 BPM, and he could hear his respirations growing shallower by the second.

"You need to breathe, sweetheart. Take a deep breath," Gabriel gently commanded while he found a sheet of electrodes in a supply drawer nearby. He listened as Nova's breathing changed, but it wasn't an improvement. He quickly pressed the five electrodes in place on his torso, then smoothed over his hairline in a tender, caring caress. "It's okay. I'll help."

Fuck yes, daddy—breathe for me, Nova thought. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Gabriel leaned down to plug his nose and fill him with his breath. He could feel the wetness between his legs markedly increase with each rescue breath he administered, and after five in a row, he straightened again.

"I need to get you on the monitor," he explained while he found the patient monitor cable and snapped the ends in place on the electrodes. "Keep breathing, baby."

When he was done, he put a pulse oximeter on his finger and fished his arm through a blood pressure cuff. He was also going to put him on oxygen, but decided instead to use his modified nebulizer-anesthesia unit. After quickly confirming there was still enough wax concentrate inside, he disconnected the tube from the oxygen mask and instead connected it to an ambu bag.

As he was doing this, Nova reached up and grasped at his heart again. He made his respirations sound wheezy and even more strained before he heaved in one final gasp, then went slack on the table. Gabriel smirked when his vital signs remained stable and reached over to the defibrillator-monitor to switch it to 'PAD' mode, which would make the trace display a flatline and subsequently trigger the asystole alarm.

"Shit, shit, he's coding!" Gabriel exclaimed, mostly to himself, but also to the imaginary resuscitation team he knew Nova liked to fantasize about in scenarios like this. He jumped onto the table, steadied himself on his knees and positioned himself so that his semi-erect dick rested on Nova's treasure trail. He then placed his interlocked hands over his heart and thrusted into him; enough to make him exhale, enough to cause some discomfort, but not the full depth of proper chest compressions. "C'mon, baby—breathe!"