"I love you." I prepare to be thrown across the ship.
"Did I hear that correctly?"
"..Yes" This is gonna blow up in my face. Abort mission! He looks suprised. Wow, here's a first, now he's smiling. Wait. Taras-smiling-this is not right. He says something in Russian which I presume is something along the lines of 'fuck off cunt'.
"Hm?" Game over. Okay, he's laughing now.
"I love you too." Holy shit-holy shit-holy shit. "Um.. Are you okay? You look like you are going to pass out." I stare down at my legs.
"No I'm fine. It's all good." Holy fucking shit!! Fuck yes! Hell yeah! Holy fuck that went better than I thought it would! Oh my god! Jesus calm down Alex. Wait-what now?
"What now?" I ask. I laugh nervously.
"Umm... You said Luka slept like a rock, correct?" Strange question, but I nod. "Then I have a few suggestions." Where is this going? So Taras suggests some oddly sexual shit. I'm actually not surprised. I can sum up the rest of the night as- 'Sh. Luka might hear', 'wait, do you want me to start or?', 'that's kinky', 'wait that's not right', and 'what do you mean you've never done this before. Sex is just like Jenga, you take it out then go on top, and repeat until something goes wrong.'
Let me just say, sex is not like Jenga. Not in any way. If it is then what kind of fuckin' Jenga has he been playin'. Jesus fucking christ. It's more like fuckin' Tetris gone sexual. Jenga and Tetris are two completely different games. Whatever, I'd just rather not go into details.
Also Luka does not sleep like a rock
He was awake the entire time
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Idiots in Space
Science FictionTake a psychic with crippling anxiety, a Russian boy, and just throw them into space. That's basically it. Meet Alex-an anxiety ridden space nerd. Each night his dreams will accurately predict an event that will happen the next day. Taras -an angr...
