Chapter 3 #3
“You’re freaking me out a little,” Kenji whispered.
Qylar turned his head toward Kenji. “Sorry.” He smiled, but it looked forced. “We’re all good.”
“Is it less about the condom and more about what I said? I swear I haven’t fallen in love with you after one fuck nor am I a sanity-averse stalker who’ll bother you after tonight.”
Qylar rolled his body to the side and examined Kenji’s face a moment. He lowered his head and planted a soft kiss. When he rose, there was once again a full smile on his face. “I only get one night? Some love affair this is turning out to be.”
Kenji chuckled. “I think we both know this is a one-time thing.”
“We do? I wasn’t looped into that decision.”
Kenji shrugged. “Like I said… we’re opposites.”
Qylar traced a finger over Kenji’s chin. “And like I said… opposites attract.”
Kenji searched Qylar’s face. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
Kenji could continue the lie for a little longer, but much more than that and he might start believing it. He’d need to be careful.
“Stay the night with me,” Qylar whispered. “I’ll make you breakfast in the morning and then I can drive you home.”
Clearly, Qylar wanted some illusion, too. Why not let it go for a little bit? It was still only one night.
Kenji chuckled. “Sure. As long as I get another fuck before the sun comes up.”
Qylar grinned. “Oh, I sense there might be more than one before and maybe a couple after.”
“Go easy on me,” Kenji said. “We have to work up to fun like that.”
“I suppose you’re right. It’s not going to be easy keeping my hands to myself, though.” Qylar leaned in for a kiss. As he pulled away, he rubbed his nose against Kenji’s. “I’ve been starving for someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
Qylar grinned. “You have to shake things up on occasion to get out of your own head sometimes. And I really need to get out of my head.”
“I wish I could get out of mine.”
“I think you managed it for a little while,” Qylar said.
Kenji smiled, stretching against the decadent tightness in his body. “Maybe.”
After another kiss, Qylar sat up and pulled down the bedding. Once Kenji crawled under them, he slid in beside and tucked them both in. He pulled Kenji into the crook of his arm and sighed with what sounded like content.
“Rest up,” Qylar whispered against his forehead before placing a gentle kiss there. “We’ve only got a few hours ‘til morning.”
Kenji cuddled closer, smiling to himself. He could get used to sleeping in Qylar’s arms.
He’d best remember it was all make believe.
Once Qylar was sure Kenji was fast asleep, he lowered his hand to the guy’s abdomen and felt around.
That whispered I love you had hit him square in the chest and while logically, he’d known it wasn’t real, emotionally, he’d needed to hear it with a depth he’d not realized.
His recent thoughts about a mate and children were clearly egging that on.
His orgasm had hit seconds later—and he’d accidentally released a couple of eggs when he’d come.
Which normally would be less of a concern, but they’d had a broken fucking condom.
Kenji was human and therefore couldn’t get pregnant, but he didn’t want the guy freaking out when two alien eggs slid out of his asshole later.
It was best if he found them first and made sure they quietly disappeared.
Qylar searched Kenji’s abdomen a little more firmly but didn’t feel any there.
He must be already passing them.
As carefully as he could, Qylar slid two fingers into Kenji’s hole and felt around—but didn’t touch anything egg-shaped.
Frowning, he slid from the bed and dug the broken condom out of the trash.
The eggs were tiny when they were released but quickly tripled in size inside another.
Maybe they’d been left in the remnants and hadn’t had a chance to grow before he’d tossed it into the trash.
When he saw nothing there, he carried the trashcan to the bathroom and shut the door.
Once he flipped the light switch, he searched through everything, but there were no signs of eggs.
Had he imagined it?
Qylar didn’t make a habit of releasing eggs unless it was into his own hand when he grew too full of them. At first, they were as small as his pinkie nail but swelled to near the size of chicken eggs within minutes. Something that large should’ve been easily seen. There were no eggs to be found.
After washing his hands, he crept back into bed. He searched the bedding, wondering if they’d already slid out of Kenji and rolled around, but still saw no signs.
Maybe I didn’t release any.
He was sure he had. While they were small before release, they were big enough to feel and he’d definitely sensed a couple eject with his cum.
Giving up for the moment, he slid back in beside Kenji and cuddled close.
Kenji instinctively curled into him and for some reason, that almost did more for him than the sex had.
A couple of hours later, he searched again. Feeling around Kenji’s abdomen, he found nothing. He searched the bed and there were no signs of eggs. The second he slid two fingers inside Kenji’s hole, he heard a sleepy purr.
“Time for round two?”
Qylar smiled, switching gears. “Yeah, baby… are you for me?”
“Yeah, Daddy…”
Qylar’s breath caught. Daddy.
While he knew it had a different connotation in Kenji’s mind, the word struck hard.
He slid down under the covers and moved between Kenji’s thighs, almost wishing the eggs had taken when he knew it was impossible.
He pressed his fingers deeper into Kenji, searching while simultaneously getting the human hotter.
“Fuck, Qylar,” Kenji mumbled, his head thrown back with desire. “Oh yeah… right there… oh fuck. Don’t stop!”
Kenji was so responsive, writhing and moaning with every touch. It wasn’t faked or played up for him. It was pure need and utter enjoyment laid bare. Qylar lay there, coaxing another orgasm from Kenji while watching the play of emotions come over the man’s face, the lost eggs an afterthought.
Kenji’s lust was beautiful.
He’d been with a lot of men in his lifetime, and he’d never enjoyed watching another’s pleasure with such excitement.
Qylar sensed he could lie there for hours with Kenji whimpering and mewling.
But his theory was soon disproven. His cock grew achingly hard, and he longed to join Kenji in the race toward release.
Qylar rose above Kenji and positioned himself. He didn’t bother with a condom. He was going on something of a hunt and needed it off. As soon as he slid deep inside the man, he expanded his cock into three tentacles and stretched deeper, searching for the eggs.
“Oh, shit… Qylar… what are you doing?” Kenji stiffened under him, back bowed. “Oh god… what is that? If feels… oh my god… oh my god…”
Qylar struggled to hold onto his control. His more sensitive tentacles rarely got a chance to play inside someone while on Earth. Seeing Kenji’s fiery reaction to his other self only made it twice as intense. There would be only so long he could hang on shifted like that.
“Qylar… What…?”
Kenji was lost to the pleasure. His tense expression, uneven panting, and blown pupils nearly sent Qylar over the edge.
“Come for me, baby…”
Kenji’s breathing stopped. His face shifted into a mask bent between pleasure and pain.
The second his body jerked with the first spasm of orgasm, Qylar lost the reins.
Overstimulated by his freed tentacles, he couldn’t hold back a second.
They roared in unison, clutching tight to one another as they came.
Qylar surged deeper into Kenji, the force of his orgasm ripping him apart at the seams.
He was untethered, lost in the abyss. Pleasure unlike any he’d shared left him floating amid sheer ecstasy.
Qylar felt drugged, sounds warping in his ears.
His heart sped and slowed, his chest quivering over the beating muscle.
For a second, he feared his arms and legs had shifted and stretched, but when he lifted a hand, it was whole.
He came crashing back to Earth, dragging in a breath.
In the aftermath of what they’d shared, he shook all over. He rolled them over, Kenji lying on his stomach atop him. His tentacled cock remained deep. He’d been so mindless with desire, he’d forgotten his search. As carefully as he could, he wiggled his tentacles—but there were no eggs.
Sighing with relief, he melted back onto the bed and reformed his cock into one thick shaft.
No eggs.
No worries.
Just sweet, sweet release.
He cradled Kenji against him, overwhelmed by the ferocity of what they’d undergone.
Had it simply been his current state of mind and the longing for something permanent—or had Kenji drawn that response from him?
Qylar had sensed something special about Kenji calling out to him from the second he’d laid eyes on the guy, so he wouldn’t be shocked by either answer.
Hell, maybe it was both.
Qylar pressed a gentle kiss onto Kenji’s forehead, wondering if next time would be as intense.
If so, one night wasn’t going to be enough. Whatever the reason behind their striking reactions to one another, he wasn’t letting go anytime soon. He’d simply have to convince Kenji they belonged together.
For however long the feeling lasted.
He’d never gotten too close to humans for a reason. He feared their reaction to learning what he truly was. If he shared it with the wrong person, it could endanger them all.
If he couldn’t have a Nefyrian mate, that left him with few options. Maybe he could forge a different kind of forever with the right human. One who had the power to bring him to his knees. They might never have sons and daughters, but it would beat spending the rest of his life alone.
He pressed another kiss to Kenji’s forehead, ready to give tomorrow a chance for once.
Kenji slowly awoke, the sky outside gray.
He stretched, the soreness in his body so satisfying.
A smile came to his lips. He’d never known a lover like Qylar.
One who’d checked all his boxes and then some.
He still wasn’t sure what he’d felt earlier that night.
It had almost seemed like Qylar had more than one cock inside him, which was impossible, but fuck had it felt good.
Maybe there had been a dildo he’d not seen?
Something tickled his upper thigh. Kenji froze and glanced down.
A tentacle curled up his leg. Eyes widening, he covered his mouth and stifled a scream.
Panic gripped him for a second, and he was unable to move.
As soon as he could, he quickly and quietly pulled out from Qylar’s embrace.
He slid to the floor, horror filling him at the sight.
What the fuck?
He crawled into the bathroom on his hands and knees.
After snagging his pants, he realized there was no way he was getting those fuckers on without help.
He spied a t-shirt hanging out of the laundry basket in the corner and hoped it would more than cover him, considering Qylar’s size.
He dragged on his briefs, pulled on the t-shirt, and whipped the leather pants over one shoulder—after snagging his cell phone from the pocket.
As soon as he’d crept down the stairs and managed to get outside without being caught, he ran down the block. At the corner, he ordered an Uber and waited impatiently for his ride. He kept looking over his shoulder, praying Qylar still slept.
The Uber driver gave him an odd look when he pulled up but didn’t say a word about him wearing a t-shirt for a dress. The guy had probably seen all kinds of walks of shame in the early hours. His might not even be the weirdest one on the list.
When they were finally miles away from Qylar, he could breathe a little easier. He wrapped his arms around himself and laid his head back on the seat.
He was a monster. A motherfucking monster.