(Y/N)’s POV

As I showered, I thought through my predicament. Ultimately, I was pretty sure I had decided Andy was too much of a doofus to be an evil overlord. That didn’t necessarily mean I wasn’t irritated with him, however.

For one, he was incredibly hot, all the time! And why was it only obvious to me that we were under heavy external manipulation? Andy didn’t seem stupid, but he clearly knew nothing about mainframes. Didn’t everyone in this day and age know the basics about spaceships, like I did? I had no way of knowing, but I thought so.

Still, his naiveté was cumbersome. We were probably both being drugged. Doubtless that was the reason I couldn’t get the feel of my hand around Andy’s cock out of my head, or the way he’d murmured about wanting to fuck, before I’d come to my senses.

This whole thing made me feel like the biggest reject. While Andy and I were in this together, the fact was that I did find him attractive. It hurt my feelings that the only person I concretely remembered meeting would completely freak out at the suggestion of being with me.

I knew he was in love with his girlfriend, and I was no home wrecker. Fuck that. Fuck all of this.

As I lathered my hair up, my thoughts intensified. It was just that Andy was so masculine, he smelled so good. His voice was so low. I blinked heavily as I remembered the feel of his hand over mine, drawing it down, past his stomach, past the coarse hair, closing it around his warm, steely girth. It had pulsed in my hand, eager for attention. I recalled walking in on Andy as he’d been jerking off, and I realized I was getting wet where the shower couldn’t reach.

Hurriedly, I rinsed out the shampoo and applied the conditioner. Once I did, I found myself wondering what would happen if I just walked out from the bathroom completely nude. Would Andy really protest if I went to sit on his cock? I had such a need…

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Andy’s POV

It seemed we were stuck in (Y/N)’s room, at least for the moment. She had wanted to shower first, and I had let her.

Honestly, my first, irrational impulse had been to beat off. I hadn’t gotten to finish yesterday, and I was still frustrated from the dream I’d had last night. I felt an incredible hankering to blow my wad, like when I was a teenager!

But I had learned my lesson. It was going to have to wait until I was alone, for sure, in the shower. I already had no idea how I was going to explain half of this bizarre shit to Jules, and I didn’t need to add another incident to the list.

In the meantime, I decided to rummage through (Y/N)’s dresser, to try and find something for me to wear besides briefs. The first drawer I opened was empty. So was the second. To my horror, after searching the whole dresser, the entire thing was empty!

(Y/N) only had her pajamas and some towels in the bathroom with her! I looked around for the clothes she had worn yesterday, but they were gone. “Kama, where are (Y/N)’s clothes?”

I heard its disembodied voice. “The garments provided for (Y/N) have been removed for the time being.”

I sat back down on the bed and put my head in my hands. Shit. She was going to be so pissed.

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