Curtis Newton, better known as Captain Future, was lying in his bed on his spaceship. He had just finished a long day of fighting intergalactic crime and was looking forward to a good night's sleep. But as he closed his eyes, he heard a knock on his door.
With a groan, Curtis got out of bed and made his way to the door. He opened it to find Bork King, his former cellmate and current friend, standing on the other side. Bork looked disheveled and upset, and Curtis immediately knew that something was wrong.
"Bork, what's going on?" Curtis asked, concern etched on his face.
Bork looked up at Curtis, his eyes filled with worry. "I can't sleep," he said. "I'm too worried about Mars. Ru Gur is threatening its safety, and I don't know what to do."
Curtis nodded sympathetically and stepped aside to let Bork in. "Come on in," he said. "Let's talk about it."
Bork followed Curtis into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Curtis poured them both a drink and sat down next to him.
As they talked, Curtis couldn't help but notice that Bork seemed unusually tense. He was fidgeting and couldn't seem to sit still. Curtis tried to ignore it and focus on the conversation, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something else was going on.
It wasn't until Bork leaned in and kissed him that Curtis realized what it was. He was attracted to Curtis, and Curtis felt a surge of desire as he kissed him back.
Their hands explored each other's bodies as they continued to kiss, and Curtis could feel the tension in Bork's muscles begin to melt away. Bork pulled back and looked at Curtis, his eyes filled with vulnerability.
"Curtis, I feel alone and unsupported," he said. "Even by my own crew. I need you. Will you make love to me?"
Curtis hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't resist the plea in Bork's eyes. He agreed, and they spent the night in each other's arms.
As they lay together, Curtis couldn't help but feel a deep connection to Bork. He knew that this was more than just a physical attraction. It was a bond that would last a lifetime.
The end.
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