Minute Paradox

THE MINUTE PARADOX or The Chromobility of Galactic Sector XPS007A3

Part 1.

Many thanks to Taiyo for the proofreading, caring and thorough!

Rating: 18+

Genre: Slash, POV, PWP

Warnings: description of homosexual relations, anal sex

The discovery of chromobility was made in such an unusual way that...

Footsteps.

The Minute Paradox happened at a very inconvenient time. It always happens at an inconvenient time, but now it was especially inconvenient. Everything in the star system XPS007A3 happens at an inconvenient time. What can I say, I really lucked out with my internship!

All my friends went into space as cadets on research ships, and only I volunteered for this cursed system with its ζ12-dimensional physics! And I so wanted to be in just such a sector! To feel this very ζ12 on my own skin! Well, I felt it...

I was just stepping out of the shower before my daily shift on the captain's information assistant bridge, I was wet, had just started drying off, and suddenly I felt a wave of paradox.

You can't see the paradox. No camera records any wave or the subsequent impact. All the camera sees is a time shift. Just a moment ago, it was 2:58 AM on the ship, and the next instant it was 3:00. That's when you're lucky, it will be 3:00. And when you're unlucky, it can throw you back five or even ten minutes in time, and then people feel a much stronger impact.

But just now, I was wet. So I didn't feel any impact.

The paradox wave was still passing through me, and I already knew what would happen next. Alas, in such situations, you don't have time to do anything. Just a moment ago, I was vigorously drying my chest, and the next instant my body was paralyzed, and I collapsed like a limp sack onto the table with towels, painfully hitting my stomach on the edge, slid my nose across the tabletop, and rammed my head into a stack of those very towels. They toppled onto me, covering my face with a shining white pile.

Good thing the towels were dry and clean. Otherwise, I'd have had to lie under wet ones for a whole hour!

Never mind... I'm lying here. My arms are limply splayed on the tabletop to the sides. My legs, of course, buckled, but my torso is lying quite stably on the table. It's warm in the shower room, so I'm not in danger of freezing.

Actually, I was really lucky the paradox didn't happen while I was in the shower. Then I could have drowned. But like this, it's pure pleasure – dry, warm, a flat surface, nothing digging in anywhere, nothing hot, sharp, or moving nearby. In short, a resort. I need to relax (as if I could not relax!) and enjoy 53 minutes and 12 seconds of immobility. I could even sleep.

I had been caught in a Minute Paradox once before. I was in the gym then, sweaty. The paradox doesn't discriminate – whether you're in a pool, out of the shower, or just covered in sweat. If you're wet, that's it, you're done for – "the motor nerves of voluntary musculature enter a state of stable refractory phase"...

The other cadets dragged me to my cabin then, turned on some show so I wouldn't be bored, and just in case, set the medical assistance system to monitor me.

Now there was no one to help me. During the day after a Minute Paradox, someone from medical would definitely check all the showers, gyms, and pools, but at night... At night, everyone is asleep. No one to rescue. Only four officers are awake, but they are on their bridges at this time, where it's impossible to get wet. Four officers and four cadets (and let those not get caught in a paradox!).

Three o'clock in the morning. It's exactly the cadet shift change time (the officers, of course, set their shift change for nine in the morning, while the meek cadets, for some reason, have to change at three!). Right now, besides me, three others are coming on duty, but each is near their own bridge. The nearest one is half a kilometer from me. I met the guy I was supposed to relieve in the corridor, even when I was heading to the shower. He got bored and left early. He's probably asleep by now, the slacker!

In short, someone will only appear in the shower room in about four hours. By that time, I'll have come to my senses on my own. I'll have to explain my lateness to the registration robot, but that shouldn't be a problem – it did record the paradox.

Just as I had finally resigned myself to my situation, I suddenly heard the door to our shower room, the shower room of the IT section, open. Phew! Lucky! Now they'll notice me and help.

A second later, embarrassment mixed with the joy. After all, I had just stepped out of the shower at that moment. So I was lying on the table completely, um, naked. The towel I was drying myself with ended up under me (and that's good – at least my chest wasn't lying on bare plastic).

Whoever entered the shower now would, of course, see a strange and rather shameful picture for me – a naked guy lying chest-down on a table, head buried under a pile of towels, butt sticking out. I've seen pictures like that on porn sites. Damn, if one of the cadets came in, they might well take a photo and then post it online for the whole ship to laugh at (and not just the ship – the network is galactic!).

What is he doing? Why is he silent? Why isn't he trying to lift me?

And then I felt...

Wow! I was just stunned! He touched me! But not the way you touch someone when you want to help. He touched me cautiously, lightly, softly and... um... tenderly! And he didn't just touch me, he touched my butt!

That's when I truly panicked. What's happening! What does all this mean!

I got seriously scared. A cold sweat broke out on me. If another Minute Paradox happened now, the countdown of my immobility would start from zero.

The hand disappeared. The person behind me continued to stand silently. I could hear his breathing. He said nothing. And didn't move.

And then a thought came to me that calmed me down a little. What if it's a girl? Of course, you don't often meet girls in the men's shower, but anything can happen at three in the morning! A female officer was walking, or maybe even a female cadet, to the shower – who knows why they, women, might need a shower at night – and then decided that at such a time she could shorten the path and wash up in the nearest one – the men's.

So she came in. And surprise! A guy paralyzed by the paradox. Naked.

Well, of course! It must be a woman! I even mentally pictured a very specific cadet from the medicobiological team. She came in, was taken aback. Then couldn't resist, came closer and started looking (here, of course, the version with the medicobiological team started to crack – what is there for them, doctors, to look at? What haven't they seen?). Looked. And decided to touch. And how could she not touch, given such an opportunity? I would definitely touch if I caught that very cadet in such a position.

I vividly imagined a girl standing behind me and examining my naked body. Then I very clearly saw myself entering the women's shower room and seeing her, naked, with droplets of water on her velvety skin, with a tight butt arched upward, with a slit peeking through the gap between her slender legs... Wow!

I imagined all this so vividly that I even started to... um... get aroused. And just as I realized this, the arousal became uncontrollable. As if my body was just waiting for me to think about getting aroused. My cock quickly, confidently, without hesitation, rose from the "down" position to the "into the navel" position.

Can she see all this? How embarrassing!

Of course, I couldn't do anything. Cover myself, say something, even see who was standing behind me. I could show something with my breathing, make some kind of moaning sound, but would she understand that I'm protesting, that I'm asking her to leave, to stop staring at me?

The person behind took a step to the side.

My heart skipped a beat again. From the side, my arousal, of course, was as clear as day. And my cock, the traitor, instead of falling from shame, only throbbed, finally hardening.

Time stopped. My temples were pounding. Seconds slowly drifted by, but nothing happened. And then a wave of contraction passed through my cock, and it pressed against my stomach with a pull. How embarrassing!

A heartbeat. Another one...

Damn! I suddenly felt lips on my neck. They were hard and cold at first, but as soon as they touched my skin, they softened, warmed up, became resilient, tenderly resilient.

That touch of lips was enough for me to be convinced that it was indeed that very medicobiological cadet. Only she could kiss me like that.

The person stepped back a little again, and, of course, saw how tensely my cock was jumping, betraying all my sensations. Why, oh why, is the male cock not "voluntary musculature," but precisely involuntary! What did they explain to us in school? That it's only blood vessels? If it were "voluntary musculature," nothing would betray the shameful movements of my subconscious. But the Minute Paradox didn't turn off the blood vessels, and so my cock was dancing with arousal in front of my charming cadet.

I was ashamed. And the vessels that didn't turn off betrayed not only my arousal but also my shame. I felt my face turn crimson.

The cadet couldn't see that – the pile of towels prevented it – but I knew how shameful it was, unbearably shameful, to lie naked in front of a girl with whom I had barely exchanged a few words. And not just naked, but shamelessly aroused. If only she would leave quickly!

But she didn't leave. I felt lips on my neck again, warm, soft, tender lips. They were kissing the hair on the back of my head and the skin on my neck. Those lips touched me again and again.

No matter how ashamed I was, I felt such bliss! How wonderful these touches were! How inexpressibly beautiful these kisses were! Ah, if only I weren't in such a position!

A few seconds later, palms joined the lips. They were also cool and somewhat hard at first, but immediately thawed and became unbearably (unbearably!) pleasant. These hands touched my shoulders. Slid onto my back and froze there. And the lips kept kissing my neck...

If there are moments of absolute happiness in life, this was such a moment. How it was... m-m-m!... bliss! Shameful, mixed with a sense of disgrace, but still, bliss!

Dagger.

And then suddenly it all ended. The person pressed against me. Leaned against me as he stood – from the side. The palms became harder and squeezed my shoulders. Simultaneously with a light bite, I felt a body press against my side. And I felt... Damn! Wow! There was no doubt... I understood finally and irrevocably that it was a man. The uniform on the person was a male uniform. Leather straps of a harness pressed against my ribs. And lower... Yes, I felt what rejected any doubts about the male gender of the person kissing me. What was hidden in his uniform trousers. Long. Hot. Hard.

Well, well! Kissing another man! And touching! Holy cow! What is going on!

As soon as the wave of astonishment subsided a little, I realized something else. This was undoubtedly a cadet. His height was clearly below that of an adult man. And a cadet's dagger was dangling on his belt, which touched my bare butt with its plastic scabbard. This is impossible to confuse with the metal body of a blaster, part of an adult officer's uniform.

How I wanted to break free! How I wanted to turn sharply and punch that insolent face that dared to kiss me (me!)! Without my permission! This is rape! How I wanted to...

But I couldn't even clench my teeth.

And the guy kept kissing me. His lips slid onto my back and began touching the skin over the protruding vertebrae. His teeth felt for the bumps of my shoulder blades and bit them. His hands squeezed my shoulders, hard, even harder, so that it hurt me. In my position, anything can cut off my breathing, and these strong hands squeezed my shoulders to the point where it became difficult to breathe.

And through all this, I clearly felt this guy's arousal. He wasn't just wound up. He was dissolving in the kisses.

Who is it? There were nineteen male cadets on the ship. Without me – eighteen. I knew each one well – it's hard not to become friends with peers on a months-long flight.

Who among them? Who could be in the IT sector shower room at night?

In IT, there were only two cadets – myself and the guy I relieved. He left much earlier and looked quite sleepy. I was ready to swear that he crawled straight to his cabin and crashed there to sleep...

And the kisses became more and more passionate. The teeth bit harder. The hands squeezed my shoulders tighter (it hurts, damn it!).

And then I finally understood where this was all heading. And I moaned. Because I wanted to scream, call for help, struggle. But all I managed was a moan.

The hands finally released my shoulders. Palms slid over my back, stroking it from the lower back to the back of my head. Following them, lips (or teeth?) set off on a journey. He kissed and bit me, and sometimes it was hard to tell what exactly he was doing right now.

I thought my cock should immediately fall. Well, as soon as I realized a man was kissing me. How could there be an erection in such a situation! But my cock continued to stick out. And even twitch with arousal.

Meanwhile, that cadet's hands began to go lower and lower down my body. I internally braced myself, expecting a touch to...

The palms slid over my lower back, fluttered over my back, went onto my arms, dove into my armpits, caressed my neck, buried themselves in the hair on the back of my head, and again descended along my vertebrae down to the very lower back. These palms touched the skin millimeters from where my buttocks began, but carefully, strictly, time after time, avoided even a hint of movement there. And after a minute of such caresses, I believed that this cadet would not encroach on my butt...

That's exactly why I missed the moment when it happened! The palms slid onto my butt.

Gently and softly. They lay on a buttock, squeezing it slightly. I felt this touch, I sensed it, I was, as if pierced by electricity, by this movement. It was simultaneously shameful (after all, it was a touch to my butt!) and incredibly... how to put it... refreshing. Yes, refreshing. It was so unusual, so sharp, so penetrating, that I couldn't forget this first touch of palms even in a thousand years!

The lips also moved lower on my back. It was incredible, but besides shame and indignation, these touches also evoked in me a slight feeling of... damn it!... pleasure.

Then the unknown person ended up behind me. He probably bent over. Or knelt behind me. Because a moment later, his lips were on my buttock.

Holy crap!

Again shame, again an explosion of indignation and... yes, it felt good...

A wet trace remained on my skin. Warm, resilient lips pressed against my behind. They were soft. They were tender.

Everything inside me tightened like a bowstring...__