Chapter 7
Kaden had hoped to sleep in. He didn’t have anywhere to be, but his eyes opened at seven and he had a feeling Joe was responsible.
Yes. Wake up.
It was really hard to keep his thoughts turned off. He wasn’t even sure it was possible to blank your mind. Maybe for a few moments, but…
Kaden found himself getting out of bed.
Shower and don’t close your eyes.
Kaden winced. Joe had already seen him naked, but the idea of washing himself with Joe inside his hands made him nervous.
Why?
“Do you really have to listen to my every thought?”
I can’t help it.
“What did you read last night?”
Everything.
Obviously not everything but…
Books you wrote.
Books you didn’t write.
I learned so much. I love this world! You are so lucky.
Kaden gulped. He didn’t feel lucky. He headed for the bathroom, turned on the shower and shrugged off his sleep pants.
His cock was at half-mast, though not after he stepped under the cold water.
The shower always took a moment to warm up and Kaden usually waited before he stepped in, but not today.
The low temperature had the desired effect.
He shivered only for Joe to warm him before the water did.
Use that white brick on your body.
“Soap?”
Yes.
Kaden could have sworn he felt a hand wrapped around his as he moved the soap over his skin. Oh Christ. Around his cock. He looked down and gasped. Nothing to see but it felt as if he was being held and stroked and…
“Don’t,” Kaden blurted.
You like it.
Difficult to deny when his cock was thickening again, along with the increase in his heart rate and that subtle sensation in his gut. Oh God. No!
I know why that’s happening now. It’s a neurovascular phenomenon where the penis becomes bigger and rigid due to a rapid increase in blood flow. It is brought about by the brain, nerves and vascular system and often triggered by psychological or reflexogenic stimuli.
Kaden laughed. That was enough to make him deflate. He grabbed the shampoo and tried to ignore the sensation of a firm hand dragging up and down his length. Shit. Not again.
Hmmm. You like that a lot.
Pointless saying he didn’t. “Stop it.”
But you like it.
Kaden couldn’t stop his hips rocking forward into the non-existent but very real-feeling grip.
He bit his lip to stop himself moaning and heard Joe moan too.
What the hell? Kaden wanted to say stop, but the word didn’t emerge.
Possibly because Joe had blocked it, but maybe not.
He tried to concentrate on washing his hair but his mind kept slipping back to what was happening further down his body.
Joe was doing exactly what Kaden liked, what he did to himself, teasing and twisting, and the breath caught in his throat.
He could feel Joe flowing inside him, reaching all those places that turned him on.
He should want this to stop.
He didn’t want it to stop.
It was wrong.
It was right.
It felt right anyway.
Open your eyes.
“Not while soapy water’s pouring down my face.”
But he stepped out of the flow and opened his eyes. He soaped his arms, legs and chest, and then it wasn’t him in control of his hand, but Joe, stroking and massaging until his anxiety receded, but not his need to come. That was growing.
I like your body. It’s wonderful.
Joe sounded awestruck. Kaden sucked in a breath. It didn’t take much to bring his anxiety soaring back. How much of this was him and how much was Joe?
I like your…dick…cock…shaft…penis. So many words for the same thing!
“What have you been reading?”
He could feel Joe somehow kneading his muscles as well as his cock and Kaden was shocked he was still on his feet. Joe had to be messing with his brain.
You’re so beautiful. Soft and hard and delicate and smooth and… Your body is amazing!
Kaden’s heart lurched.
How do you mate with another male?
Jesus! Not now. “I’ll pull up details of the human body…on the computer…you can read what everything does.” Oh God, my heart.
I’ve already read that.
Kaden whined. “You could have…read about gay sex too.” He groaned as he could feel himself being stretched, as if… How…? Oh…oh…
He tried so hard to supress the need to come.
Joe was talking to him again, telling him he was gorgeous, that he felt so good, smelt so good—words that had never come from Harris.
Kaden was sure he could feel two hands caressing him and only one of them was his.
His nipples were stiff and sensitive. Kaden was too far gone to stop now.
He tightened his hold on his cock and worked himself harder.
This feels so good.
He no longer tried not to think about how Joe was somehow fucking him from the inside out. He didn’t care. He could imagine Joe standing behind him, pressing his body against him, even though there was no one there, no one for him to hold.
It didn’t matter. He came with a loud groan and heard Joe’s echoing groan in his head.
Oh Christ. What did I just let happen?
I liked it. You liked it.
Kaden couldn’t deny it.
That was fantastic.
It was.
Can we do it again.
Kaden knew what he wanted to say, knew what he should say, but he kept quiet.
Instead of dressing after he’d dried himself, he flopped on the bed and as he felt himself falling asleep, he wondered if Joe was making that happen too. Oh, of course he is.
When Kaden woke again, he shaved and got dressed.
Joe didn’t remind him of his presence and Kaden felt calmer, back in control.
Except he wasn’t, was he? Not in the least bit in control.
He thought about what they’d done prior to him falling asleep.
It had felt good. No point denying that.
Joe’s sense of wonder had touched him. But am I merely educating an alien who wants to know everything?
Was it all education for Joe? Joe stayed silent.
Maybe he’d registered the strain Kaden was under. Maybe he was sleeping.
His dad called as he was making a late breakfast.
“Hi, Kaden. How’s it going?”
“Everything’s great. How are you?” Kaden wasn’t great but that was his usual response.
“How’s Harris?”
“We’re not together anymore.”
“Ah. And you’re okay with that?”
“Yes.”
“Your decision?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s all that matters. How’s work?”
“Good. I’ve finished with Alistair’s book and he wants to write another. Maybe fiction this time. I’ve a commission piece about an upcoming exhibition at the Tate for the Metro. And I did a gig last night that went well. I talked about Sticky.”
His dad laughed. “And about when you almost got arrested for stealing privet?”
“Sort of.” Kaden hesitated. “Dad…”
“What?”
Kaden wondered if Joe would try to stop him. “Dad, if you ever met an alien, how do you think you’d react?”
His dad chuckled. “You always did ask the most unusual questions right from being a small boy. What would I do if I saw an enemy tank coming over the hill? Can you actually get scared to death? How would I handle an escaped tiger?”
Kaden smiled. “And you and Mum always tried to respond thoughtfully to every question I asked. I was really grateful.”
“What are you writing now?”
“Just thinking about a children’s book.”
“Ah. Well, I suppose if I ever met an alien, I’d feel very privileged.
I like to think I’d ask searching, intelligent questions that hopefully they could understand.
I definitely wouldn’t immediately resort to violence unless I was under threat.
But in reality, I suspect I’d run fast in the opposite direction no matter what form the alien took and how he, she or it reacted to me.
So are we expecting an invasion any time soon? ”
Kaden forced a laugh. “I hope not. But what would you ask?”
“It would be comforting to think they’d be able to understand what I’m saying and had the same conceptual thought.
To be honest, the chances of being able to understand an alien are very small.
But bearing all that in mind, I’d probably ask—What particular scientific breakthrough enabled the technology you’ve used for interstellar travel? ”
“Really? And you’d understand the answer?”
“Well, no, but I could tell someone who would. What about you? What would you ask?”
“I don’t think I’d ask a question. I’d tell the alien to escape before we stop them. We’re not a friendly place.”
“Sadly, you’re right.”
“But I’d offer them a cup of tea and chocolate biscuit first.”
His dad laughed. “You could make good points in a book for children. An exercise in personal and social education. Relate it to prejudices against religion or colour or… Well, a whole lot of things. Hmm… I might set that as homework for my Year Sixes. The day I met an alien. I’ll let you know what they say. ”
“Thanks.”
“Now you’re not at Harris’ beck and call, you can come and see me, yes?”
“I will. Bye, Dad.”
As the call ended, he heard Joe sigh.
You didn’t run. You gave me a sandwich. Not cake.
“You waved at me.” And now I can’t run.
Joe sighed again.
After he’d eaten, Kaden worked again on the day-in-the-life article.
I’m sorry.
“I know. You don’t need to keep saying it.”
Kaden kept typing. He really didn’t want to write anything about Harris.
He wanted to forget he’d ever met the guy, forget he’d been stupid enough not to dump him the first time things had turned bad.
But the article was promised, so he had to come up with something.
At the moment, there was no energy in what he’d written.
What did Harris eat for breakfast?
“Why does that matter?”
It’s a day in his life, right?