LOST IN SPACE and LAND OF THE GIANTS are trademarks of 20th Century Fox unfortunately and Irwin Allen Productions, also unfortunately and probably many others. This is fan fic.
Flying through outer space in a place we have no idea where that space is. In a time that could be past, present, or future or all of those or none of those. In an alternate reality, dimension, parallel dimension or time zone or another universe for all we know. The Space Pod, much enlarged by that Alien Man, who died saving us from evil aliens that I killed using my laser gun, is home to us both now. It's a calm serene time as Barry sleeps on the wall cot near to the floor. I watch the beauty of the boy as he lay sleeping. Dark skin, puffy cheeks, solid body and meaty legs and stomach. Mmmmm, as long as I'm with him, I don't care where or when we are or if we even are.
The Pod's on search capability, looking for life on planets, any planets, any life. It is also searching for a habitable planet for us to set down. While it does this, it also looks on planets for life that may help us, even on planets not habitable in our terms. I don't care where we end up really as long as I end up with Barry. In the beginning we wanted to find our friends, my family and his Spindrift pals. Now, we have only each other to rely on. I don't even have my friendly family Robot any longer. Our links via the communicator much improved by the Alien Man, seemed lost for some reason. The Robot doesn't answer and I know he is trying, never giving up on us both. And I try to reach him but for some reason we can't contact each other for now. For the past several weeks. And poor Barry, he doesn't have even his little dog Chipper for comfort. I'm sure his friends will look after the shaggy little dog for him. And the Robot, well he'll look after Dr Smith and my family for me. For now, Barry had me and I have him. Thank God. I love this guy so much it hurts.
The stars outside are calm. Bright, sparkling. Is it our universe? Do I even care. I have the Pod on auto pilot as it careens on through time and space. What time, what space? I have no idea. I lay beside my beautiful boy, on my side, not wanting to touch him for fear of waking him up. For now I am totally content to watch, on my left side, watching him lay there on his right side. Face to face. He is in a deep sleep. I watch for hours. Every movement. Every breath. He's so hot. So innocent. So peace loving and peaceful. I want to make him happy. I think I do. The space outside is mesmerizing but so too is his beauty.
After some hours, I put my arm draped across his body. I turn onto my belly and ease into the bed some more. The very touch of my arm on his shoulder makes me comforted even more. Dark haired, orphan, will never be an orphan again. I am his family now and he is mine. I want no other. I miss him if we are parted for a moment. I want to protect him with my very being. I fall asleep.
What a man he is, this redheaded lover of mine. I wake up to find his arm protectively over me. The very skin where we touch at points, tingling with excitement. His head has snuggled against my shoulder as he lay there, his arm moving somewhat in our sleep. The light from a nearby sun cascades through the window of the Pod. I want to look at it but I can't draw myself from the masculinity of this beefcake of a red head. Freckles. He's such a turn on.He's so many things I am not. He's so kind, so strong. So smart. So level headed in so many ways. He knows things I do not. He shows me things I never saw before. He teaches me. He tells me I teach him too. I love him so much, I miss no one any more. I know my parents are together in the other side and Chipper will be taken care of by Mr. Fitzhugh, Valerie, Betty, and the other men. Men. I never knew. They could be like this. Like Will Robinson. He's so great. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with him. In a way I miss the old days when the Pod was so cramped that I had no choice but to stand near him as he piloted it, before the Alien Man changed it to be so much better. I mean I like it this way, supporting life better but in those days, instant woody when he would bump into me accidentally...at least I thought it was accidentally. His ample cheeks hitting my front. My well, you know, would get so excited, I never would go down, it never would I mean. Now, we both go down all the time. On each other. His red pubes are so much fun too. The first time he turned a shade of red like his hair and his freckles seemed to vanish as they mixed in with it and it spread. I felt that way too myself.
I push my hand under his bare bony hip and find there is ample room to make its way to his member, which is engorged.
The Pod plunged on through space.