Tracys look out for each other

Alan didn't dare underestimate the importance of this apparently trivial mission. He knew that if anything went wrong, however small, his chances of going on a solo mission at any point in the future were smaller than the chances of Dad admitting he had a thing for Penny.

So he double and triple checked every take-off procedure, taking extra care to make sure that the anti-detection shield was on. He felt a thrill of excitement as Thunderbird 3 rose from the ground perfectly smoothly, even if it was after a longer pre-flight check than usual. He managed to get the right position for docking with Thunderbird 5 on the first attempt, which was more than could be said for his parallel parking. He must be the only person on the planet, or in orbit around the planet as the case may be, who found driving a space ship easier than driving a car. He'd tried to blame the six speeding tickets on the fact that, after a Thunderbird, everything seemed slow.

As Alan checked everything was secure, he found himself grinning helplessly. He'd just piloted Thunderbird 3 on his own, for the first time and he'd loved it. The idea of so much speed and power being controlled by his hands was almost enough to make him giddy.

He was brought crashing down to reality by half an hour of carrying equipment out to Thunderbird 5. Brains and John had been working for the past month to try and get the space station back up to its usual standards and were getting close by now. Still, a lot of supplies and spare parts had been damaged in the Hood's attack, so they were needed as well as the replacements themselves. That meant that Alan was playing delivery boy. It was fairly obvious that this mission was a test, so he wasn't going to mess it up by complaining.

His landing was a million times better than his first landing in Thunderbird 1 had been and he returned to Dad's office with a grin on his face. Dad was behind his desk as usual, and Scott was sitting in one of the armchairs. He'd probably been watching the displays just in case anything went wrong with Thunderbird 3. If that was the case, he should have seen that Alan had managed perfectly.

Dad clearly saw what Alan was wanting, since the first thing he said was, "Well done, Alan."

Scott smiled at him, "Yeah, a nice smooth flight. A little slow with the take-off procedures, but that'll come with practice."

If it was possible, Alan's grin grew wider. "Well, I should go change before lunch." And he practically danced out of the room, managing to ignore Scott's silent laughter at his excitement.

***

"He can certainly handle the ship," Father said, "there's no doubt about that, but I'm still not sure about how he'd manage to plan and act in an emergency. The incident with the Hood showed a lot of recklessness that could endanger more lives than it saves."

"Well," Scott answered, "it wasn't unusual for you to take me with you as co-pilot, so Alan can hardly complain if you send me with him. At least for the first few missions while he finds his feet."

"And Thunderbird 1?"

"When was the last time that Thunderbirds 1 and 3 were out at the same time?"

"Two months ago," Father reminded him.

"OK, aside from the business with the Hood."

"You're right, Scott. Alan will take Thunderbird 3 and you will accompany him as co-pilot. Thunderbird 3 really is the best choice for him; it allows me to co-ordinate rescues from the base and it seems to be the ship he's taken most shine to."

"Whatever you say about him being like Mum," Scott said, "he definitely inherited a love of the stars and space from you. Along with a double dose of adventurous spirit and stubbornness from both his parents."

"The stubbornness is all his mother's," Father insisted. Scott's cough sounded suspiciously like 'nonsense.'

"That's a nasty cough you're coming down with," Father commented, "it would be a shame if you had to be confined to your bed. Maybe I should give Alan another go in Thunderbird 1."

"I could have said something far ruder," Scott pointed out.

"It's a miracle this operation has lasted so long, if you're the responsible one."

Scott grinned and stood, "I'll see you at lunch."

In the same way that an argument between Father and Alan could set a cloud over the island, everyone seemed to be grinning because of Alan's excitement. As Scott left the study, he passed Alan and Fermat ostensibly doing maths homework, though Scott doubted that proving all numbers equalled zero was actually part of their set work. Still, Scott had no doubt that Alan would make sure the actual work was handed in on time, given the rewards now available if the teachers gave good reports.

It was nice having Alan and Fermat home for weekends, though Alan still hadn't stopped dropping hints, ranging in their subtlety, about home education. When he was in a good mood, Alan had a very cheering effect on the whole family, as well as a calming one on Scott. Without Alan and the relief he offered, Scott doubted he would be able to cope with the stresses of being second in command to an organisation as complex and dangerous as International Rescue. As a thank you, Scott had every intention to make this weekend a very special one for Alan.

Lunch was relatively uneventful. Given the usual occupation of the Tracy family, relatively uneventful could be quite exciting by most standards. Scott assumed, or rather hoped, that Tin-Tin meant for her foot to be rubbing up Alan's thigh and not his. Things seemed to be getting quite serious quite fast between those two, and Scott couldn't help the surge of jealousy he felt as he watched those two grin and wink at each other across the table. That was another reason he was so determined to give Alan a good time this weekend, even if he would only admit it to himself. He wanted to show Alan that whatever Tin-Tin could offer, Scott could offer more.

Father stood, once they'd finished eating, and raised his hand for silence.

"I have an announcement to make," he pronounced. There were several glances at Alan, since everyone could guess what was about to be said. "As you know, I have, recently, been wanting to concentrate my efforts on co-ordinating rescues from the base. Therefore, it is with great pleasure that I hand over command of Thunderbird 3 to Alan." Alan looked like he was expecting to wake up any moment. "Alan will be pilot, with Scott as co-pilot as he is needed and allowing for his duties in Thunderbird 1." He smiled at Alan. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," Alan's voice was filled with a combination of disbelief and pleasure. He flung his arms round Father and received a generous hug back. The others round the table applauded him for this achievement. Scott looked at Fermat, but was glad to see that there was no jealousy there.

A little while later, Scott was back in Father's study. It was time to put into operation his scheme for a very enjoyable weekend.

"Something I can help you with, Scott?" Father asked.

"Well, I've been thinking. This is a really big occasion for Alan. I think we ought to give him a chance for a celebration."

"Anything you have in mind?"

"I thought I could take him over to the mainland. I can make sure he doesn't celebrate too hard, and the others can stay here to man the base."

"And if Thunderbird 1's needed?"

"Then you, or maybe Gordon, fly her. If necessary, contact me on the communicator and you can pick Alan and me up. It won't be much of a detour for a Thunderbird."

"I guess you haven't had any time off in a while," Father said, "and Alan should be allowed to celebrate. You can go."

"Thanks."

"Just make sure your brother doesn't drink."

"He's bound to get IDed, but I'll keep an eye on him." Father didn't guess that an ID wasn't a problem for Alan. They'd laughed about the fact that the photo on John's driving licence looked more like Alan than it did John, but no one realised that Alan appropriated it when John was on duty in Thunderbird 5. Scott made sure he didn't misuse the privilege, since John wouldn't appreciate knowing what his baby brother was doing in his name. Or rather, who he was doing.

Scott gave Alan the good news and they were ready to go in less than an hour. Alan was dressed in tight, black pants that practically had Tin-Tin drooling and a black silk shirt. Gordon commented that he looked like the guy mothers warned their daughters about. Scott wore black jeans that hugged his legs and a red shirt. He heard Gordon and Virgil muttering comments about fighting off ladies, as he walked through the lounge to the study.

Father was deep in paperwork and looked glad of the distraction as Scott came in.

“I’m going to be treating him to dinner,” Scott said, “and I’ll probably want some wine with that, so don’t be surprised if we stay the night on the mainland.”

“Take care of your brother,” Father told him, “and remember what I said about him drinking.”

“Don’t worry,” Scott replied, “I know who I have to answer to if I let anything happen to your baby boy.”

Father wasn’t the only one to warn Scott about looking after Alan. When Scott called John to let him know that two of the team were heading out, just in case Thunderbird 5 needed to contact them directly, John told him to make that Alan didn’t get too badly hurt. Scott thought that slightly ironic, given where Alan would undoubtedly want to go.

The boat they took was a fairly ugly monstrosity, but extremely useful. It had a garage on top of the deck so that any of their cars could be driven inside and delivered safely to the mainland. Scott took the controls of the boat, while Alan lounged in the seat next to him. He reached beneath the seat and into the pocket hidden well within the lining. It came as no surprise, since Scott had already guessed where Alan would chose to spend the night. He would have been concerned if his brother had wanted to go anywhere else, given this golden opportunity.

Tucked into the hidden pocket, put there by Scott while he was meant to be doing so maintenance on the motor, were cardboard menus with tick boxes down the side. They didn’t just offer food, but a wide range of equipment available to guests. Scott tried desperately hard not to look as Alan ticked off his selection. Alan always preferred Scott to be surprised and could get very imaginative in punishment if Scott denied him that. Scott grinned as he sped the boat across the open water. It was already decided then who was going to be in charge tonight.

Scott was grateful there were no obstacles to worry about, as he had a hard time keeping his mind on the boat. For some reason, his thoughts kept drifting to imagine possibilities for the coming night. It had been too long since he and Alan had had a whole night to themselves, rather than a few snatched hours while the family were asleep. Alan was sure to make the occasion memorable. Scott was already rock hard at the prospect.

The journey to the mainland took a couple of hours by boat, but soon Scott was guiding them into their usual mooring. They tied off the boat together and then lowered the ramp to let the car out. Scott fended off Alan’s customary attempt to get into the driving seat.

“No,” he said, “I don’t think John would be too happy to get your tickets in his name. It might also make him take his licence up with him on his next tour of duty.”

“I won’t get any tickets. I’m a good driver,” Alan protested.

“You may be a good driver, but you’re also a fast driver. You try and compensate for years of being stuck on the ground by trying to make the car take off.”

“You’re exaggerating,” Alan complained, but he slipped into the passenger seat anyway. He couldn’t deny that he did treat the speed limit more as an optional guideline than a rule.

Scott didn’t even bother asking where to head. It was a miracle that they’d found out about Dreams, a specialist hotel in the middle of nowhere. It was a little way off the road and catered to those who didn’t want to be anywhere more public and the occasional lost holiday maker. There were a huge variety of rooms available. Some were standard hotel rooms, designed for those who were trying to conduct an affair in secret or who simply came across the hotel by accident. Other rooms were anything but standard.

Scott pulled up in the flood-lit car park and went round to open Alan’s door. He walked a step behind Alan as they made their way to the front door of the hotel. It was an elegantly built, modern building, with lots of glass and metal in the design. It somehow managed to blend in with the trees and lush vegetation that surrounded it, nestling attractively amongst the greenery.

The entrance hall was spacious and airy, a curved reception desk welcoming guests. Several doors led off to different areas. Scott had gone through all of them at one time or another, except, naturally, for the staff only door behind the desk. A young woman smiled at them from behind the desk. Catherine recognised them easily enough from their past visits here and didn’t bother asking Alan for ID. This time. Alan always brought John’s driving licence, just in case there was a new member of staff on duty.

“Welcome back,” Catherine said to Alan as he went up to the desk. Scott stayed a few steps back, waiting while Alan handed over his menu.

“A special occasion?” Catherine asked, raising her eyebrow at Alan’s choice.

“I got a promotion at work,” Alan answered. It was true enough. Scott, standing respectfully back, struggled desperately to stay still. He really wanted to know what Alan had chosen for them. Being patient wasn’t his best skill.

“Here’s your room key,” Catherine handed it over, “Would you like dinner while you wait for the items you’ve requested to be arranged?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Alan went confidently into the dining room, Scott a step behind him. They knew their way round Dreams very well by now, and Scott couldn’t help wondering what Alan might have planned. He also couldn’t help wishing he’d warn looser trousers. These ones, which had seemed to fit perfectly back on the island, now felt uncomfortably tight. He was sure, knowing Alan, that they would feel even worse by the end of their meal.

Alan selected a table at the edge of the room, in its own alcove. One curved seat, covered in plush velvet, went most of the way around the circular table. The walls of the alcove, also curved, went most of the way to the ceiling. Above them, delicate drapes hung down to the alcove walls and down by the entrance. If they wished, they could pull the drapes across for complete privacy.

Scott and Alan sat across the table from each other but, as they waited for service, Scott realised how uncomfortable this seating arrangement would be for him. Alan had rid himself of a shoe and his foot was slowly working its way up Scott’s leg. Its progress was taking an eternity, but its destination wasn’t left in any doubt. Scott was hard at the thought, his erection straining against the confines of his trousers. Alan merely grinned, enjoying this teasing which he knew Scott hated far more than any physical pain that could be inflicted.

The waiter came shortly and Alan ordered for both of them, steaks with green salad. Scott was glad that Alan only ordered soft drinks, since it meant he would be able to answer honestly when Father asked if Alan had been drinking. It also meant that Alan didn’t want his judgement impaired even slightly for the evening’s events. Clearly this was something big that was going to happen. Catherine’s reaction certainly implied that.

By the time their food arrived, Alan’s foot had reached Scott’s groin. Alan smiled at Scott as his toes brushed against the trapped erection and Scott had to swallow a groan. Alan repeated the action, since he always loved to make Scott squirm.

“Is this for me?” he asked.

“Yes, master,” Scott croaked out.

“Eager, as always.” The foot stroked again against the cloth-covered erection, then pulled away. Again, Scott fought to suppress a groan. Alan, on the other hand, suddenly turned his attention to his food, appearing almost oblivious to the damp stain of pre-cum on the front of Scott’s trousers and the look of desperation on his face. Scott steadied himself with a few breaths, then began to eat. He was likely to need his strength for later.

Alan had somehow developed the ability to turn Scott on just by eating his dinner. The way his would lick his lips, suck salad dressing off his fingers or tilt his head at just the right angle when he swallowed, was driving Scott mad. Scott was beginning to think that he would come just watching. He struggled to maintain his control, since he knew that the punishment would be severe if his came without permission.

At last, the meal came to an end. Scott walked awkwardly, his erection somewhere between uncomfortable and tortuous. Alan led the way to the elevators, the lift rising to the third floor. Scott tried to remember what rooms were on this floor, so he would have some idea of what to expect. Alan, however, had other ideas. He ordered Scott to keep his eyes closed as they stepped out of the elevator.

Scott didn’t dare disobey. His eyes were screwed shut, making sure there wasn’t the lightest chance for him to accidentally glimpse and earn for himself a severe punishment. Alan took him by the hand and Scott had no choice but to follow blindly, coming to a halt for Alan to open the door.

Scott waited nervously a few steps into the room, as Alan left his side. There were a few quiet sounds, then silence. Waiting, feeling hopelessly exposed, Scott couldn’t tell if Alan was even there. Scott wanted desperately to call out, to make sure that Alan was still with him. He didn’t want to be left alone in the darkness and silence. Not again.

His breathing was getting rapid and he was close to panicking and opening his eyes, when a soft hand touched his shoulder, and a voice murmured in his ear.

“It’s alright. I’m here. I’ll always be here.” A hand found Scott’s and Scott took it as a gift, squeezing it for a moment. Then the fear had passed. He was with Alan. He was safe. He was loved. He wouldn’t be alone again.

There was the briefest of kisses touching Scott’s lips, then something soft was tied securely around his eyes. He didn’t mind now, since there were soft sounds around him as Alan made his preparations. It was only in the utter silence that his fears returned, despite all Alan had done to help him control them.

A few moments later, Alan was with him again, guiding Scott a few steps more into the room. Then fingers were at the buttons on Scott’s shirt, slowly shedding him of all protection. A trail of kisses followed the fingers, touching lips to skin as Alan parted the shirt. Soon he was parting Scott’s trousers, failing completely to give Scott the friction he had been craving for all through dinner. Scott was so hard, he was grateful when his erection was freed from its fabric constraints, but it still wasn’t the relief he wanted.

Scott stepped out of the trousers at Alan’s guidance, loosing his shoes and socks. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear. Confident hands led Scott across the room. Scott followed Alan’s instructions as he was told to lean forwards, his hands resting on something smooth and wooden for support. He couldn’t tell what it was. Normally, if it was a table or chair or any other piece of furniture he could tell, as well as most of the equipment they used regularly. This was something new. A curve or ridge was under his hands, sloping downwards towards him and away from him.

Alan’s hands soon distracted him from musings on equipment. Slicked fingers pressed against his opening, then inside. Scott couldn’t hold back the small hiss of pain as he was breached, before he could will himself to relax around those invading fingers. Alan was always careful at this stage, stretching Scott slowly, making sure the hole was wide enough to add a third finger and then a forth. Soon he found was he was searching for. Scott needed his grip to stay upright as Alan’s fingers brushed against his prostate.

He was soon gasping out, panting, aching for release. It seemed that just one more touch would send him over the edge, give him an orgasm with his cock still untouched in front of him.

Then Alan’s fingers withdrew.

“You ready?” Alan asked. Scott nodded, with no idea what he was agreeing to. He just needed something done to release the burning need. One touch would be all it would take to give him the climax he wanted. He wanted desperately to have Alan’s cock inside him, but knew that it was too early yet.

“Turn around,” Alan ordered and Scott obeyed. Alan then guided him backwards, up onto raised steps, his legs spread almost as far as they could go. He could feel the something he had been leaning on, now between his legs. Alan guided him down, lowering him to the something. He didn’t need permission to cling to Alan for balance.

Something pressed against his prepared entrance, then slipped inside. Suddenly he was sitting, his feet no longer on the steps but dangling in the air over the edge of the strange seat. Alan moved his legs into position. Aside from the replica cock that was now jammed against Scott’s prostate, it would have been a comfortable chair. It was almost as though someone had taken an ordinary chair and simply tilted it backwards. Scott’s butt was at the lowest point of a ‘v’, his back and legs sloping upwards. His knees were now over the ridge he’d been leaning on earlier, his lower legs resting on the downwards slope.

Scott shifted slightly, experimentally, knowing that Alan not only wouldn’t mind, but would be expecting this reaction. As he shifted, grinding the replica cock against the prostate even more, he realised that his feet couldn’t find any leverage on the smooth wood. Really, it would only take gravity to keep him in this position.

Alan took hold on Scott’s wrists gently, leaning in to place a delicate kiss on his lips.

“Try to get out,” Alan ordered, not letting go of the wrists.

Scott twisted his legs round, trying to find the steps he had used to get into this thing, but they were beyond his reach while he was in it. He might be able to push up enough with his hands to find them, but Alan was even now locking his wrists into padded cuffs above his head. Every effort to get out simply caused the dildo inside him to press against his prostate, driving him to such a frenzy that he knew it would take a miracle to keep from coming.

He decided that moving was a really bad idea and just went as still as possible. The dildo up his ass meant that nowhere would be particularly comfortable, but he tried to convince himself it would be no different from a butt plug. It was wider than Alan’s cock, but it wasn’t as long.

Alan had finished restraining Scott’s hands and moved on to toy with his nipples. Scott was lost in the sensations and trying not to come, so he barely heard Alan’s words. He knew the warning well enough by now.

“I will let you come,” Alan told him, “once I have come. If you come before I do, your punishment will be severe.” The hands moved from Scott’s nipples and he felt the warmth of Alan’s skin by his sides. The blindfold vanished and Scott was greeted with the view of Alan’s erection directly in front of his face. Almost, but not quite, touching his lips. It was an automatic reaction for Scott to open his mouth, already imagining the swollen flesh inside him.

Then the vibrations started.

Alan must have hit a switch because the dildo suddenly started vibrating unbearably inside Scott. He almost shouted aloud as the tortuous device pounded against his prostate. It took all the self-control he possessed not to come the instant the attack began and he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Make me come,” Alan ordered, but he failed to move closer. Scott was forced to lean forwards as far as the restraints would allow, jamming his prostate harder against the sensations inside him. Scott tried to think of anything to keep from coming, trying to summon images that usually managed to kill his erection stone dead. But all he could think about was the infuriating buzzing and the fact that Alan’s cock was a hair’s breadth from his face.

Scott brushed his tongue and lips against the tip of erection, swirling his tongue around the foreskin. He tasted the pre-cum that was weeping out, and knew that Alan was close. Even restrained, Scott could reach enough to know that Alan would come soon.

Unfortunately, each movement, designed to send Alan over the edge, was grinding him further onto the dildo. The moment Alan came pouring down Scott’s throat was a moment too late. Scott had already come, shooting streams over semen over the two of them.

***

Alan was the first to recover and he quickly switched off the dildo. Scott leaned his head gratefully back against the seat, amazed that he had thought this seat uncomfortable before the vibrations had started. Right now, it seemed heavenly just to have the stillness inside him. Though it might just be the post-coitial bliss and the fact that Alan’s groin was still in his face.

Alan pulled away and stood, looking down on Scott, still captive in the chair. Scott took the moment of silence to admire Alan’s body. He’d grown up a lot recently, physically as well as mentally. The gangly look that had come from his growth spurts had now come, replaced by toned muscles. The blond hair made a deceptive halo around his face.

“I warned you not to come first,” Alan teased. Scott held back a groan. There was no way Alan was going to go easy on him. Not when they had the whole night together.
Alan helped Scott out of the chair and then across to a cross on the wall. A beating. He could handle that. He was a little surprised, and mildly disappointed, that Alan hadn’t come up with something more inventive.

Then the weights came out.

Nipple clamps, cock ring and ball stretcher, all with little weights that would swing as he moved and cause pleasure/pain to fill him to his core. He changed his mind about being disappointed; those things would be worse than torture. Maybe he should just wish for the beating.

Soon he was strapped firmly to the cross, the weights securely attached. As Alan lay the first stroke of the flogger across his back, his body automatically jerked away from the pain. The weights swung and tugged, sending jolts of electric pain to his groin. So soon after an orgasm, his cock wasn’t hard yet, but it would be before long. Alan would make sure of that.

Another stroke of the flogger fell and soon the soft leather was caressing his back. Kisses of fire lay across his skin. Lines of pain crossed and touched and still the flogger fell with loving skill. Each time, his body jerked against the restraints and the weights added their sweet agony to the growing ache in his groin. With every stroke, Alan stirred up more hardness in the erection until Scott didn’t think it could get any harder. Until it felt like he would burst if he wasn’t allowed to come. Yet still Alan’s masterful control on the flogger made the pain and the pleasure surge.

At last the flogger went still. Scott waited, his ragged breathing the only sound as he panted against pain and need. Then Alan was beside him, releasing his limbs and helping him over to the bed, removing the weights. But it wasn’t over yet.
Scott felt hands at his entrance again, and Alan slid inside him completely, pushing against the prostate, making Scott see stars and bite the pillow to keep from crying aloud. With each thrust, Scott was taken to the brink of ecstasy and suspended, unable to come, unable to find his release.

Even when Alan shot his loud inside him and collapsed bonelessly on his tortured back, the ball stretcher stayed in place. Scott remained poised at the edge of fulfilment.

Alan pulled away, and soft hands rubbed cooling lotion on the angry welts that decorated Scott’s bare skin. The soothing motion was so contrasted to the vicious pain of earlier, each touch sending shivers through his needy body. He wanted to beg, wanted to plead pitifully for Alan to move that touch to somewhere else, to let him come.

“What do you want?” Alan asked unnecessarily.

“I want to come, master,” Scott replied.

“You’ve come once already,” Alan told him, “and before you should have done.”

“Please, master, I beg you. Let me come. Please.”

“This is your punishment.” Alan ran his rough tongue over one of the welts, the moisture stinging and the erotic gesture making Scott more desperate.

“Master, please.” The tongue came again, making Scott shudder with desire. He was almost sobbing with his need when Alan’s merciful hand crept round to release his imprisoned member.

“Come for me,” Alan whispered the command, and Scott did, without another touch needed to send him over the edge, screaming out his love in a wordless cry.

***

They lay for some time, wrapped in each other’s arms. Neither one of them spoke. Neither one of them needed to. Tomorrow they would go home. Alan would do his homework, Scott would go over flight data with Brains and Father. Everything would be normal and no one would even suspect that they spent their time away hurting and loving.

“I’m sorry,” Scott said, after some time. Alan lifted himself a little off the mattress so that he could look clearly at his elder brother.

“For what?” the confusion was written all over his face.

“That I almost panicked at the start of this session.”

Alan didn’t see a need to apologise. After what Scott had been through, he shouldn’t have to apologise for fear of any sort. Alan hugged his brother closer and spoke his mind.

“When you first told me what you needed,” Alan said, “you would panic after just a couple of seconds of silence and darkness. Today you lasted almost ten minutes. You’re coming to terms with your fear, Scott, slowly but certainly.” And now he voiced his own fear, “It might not be long before you don’t need me any more.” There, he’d said it. It had been gnawing at him for a long time. When they had first begun this strange relationship, it had been a temporary thing. Scott was trying to cope with the terror that had taken hold of him after the accident. They had agreed to keep up these games of power as long as Scott needed them, but the games had changed over the past year and now they were no longer games.

“I will always need you, Alan,” Scott said, “Always.”