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There was a calmness about space that could really inspire, or completely bore, anyone who might happen to gaze out into it. Safely within the confines of their space craft, Ziggy and Tommy were rushing about, trying to settle down the roaring sirens and blinking lights of their ship.
"It's no use!" Ziggy gripped onto a metal bar, "we're going down!"
Tommy stumbled as the ship jolted, grasping onto Ziggy as they plummeted to the ground below. There was a blinding, white light and then a sudden, eerie silence before they smashed into the ground below and everything went dark.
*
Ziggy was the first one to awaken, he dragged himself onto all fours and crawled over to Tommy, putting his arm around Tommy's unconscious form and pulling him free of the ship. He stopped by a tree and tried to nudge Tommy awake, a breath of relief escaping his lips as Tommy's eyes flickered open.
"How are we still alive?" Tommy asked, sitting up slowly and putting a hand to his dizzy head.
Ziggy stood up and looked around them curiously, but this was not what he had imagined the Earth to look like. He glanced down and pulled Tommy up onto his feet, then they both gazed around in awe.
"Where are we?" Ziggy wondered aloud.
"This is all your fault," Tommy poked Ziggy's ribs, making him jump away and giggle.
"How is this my fault?" Ziggy asked him, putting his hands upon his hips. Tommy furrowed his brow, a light blush flecking his pale cheeks.
"I told you it was a bad idea to fuck on the control panel and now look what's happened!" Tommy grumbled. Ziggy sidled up to Tommy and threw his arm around those frequently tensed shoulders and kissed Tommy's heated face.
"Awh babe," Ziggy smiled at him seductively, "but what a ride, hm?" Tommy averted his stare.
"Are you ever serious?" Tommy wondered aloud, as Ziggy stated kissing and sucking at his neck, weakening his resolve.
"MmmNoBabe.. " Ziggy murmured quickly against his ear.
Tommy's eyes fluttered closed and he uttered a soft moan, his arms coming up to embrace Ziggy as he felt those nimble fingers already at work on his shirt buttons.