Chapter 13
Jaime
Floating in a glowing lake in the middle of a breathtaking jungle with my breathtakingly beautiful alien is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, almost making the whole spaceship crash business worth it.
Guilt spikes as I remember Pon. I didn’t know him well, but I still can’t help feeling guilty for being happy here with Adam when he died trying to land the ship safely.
Pon saved my life, it cost him his, and I don’t know how to deal with that.
Probably not by kissing an alien with a big maw full of sharp teeth, although that’s exactly what I want right now.
Should I?
Even with Adam’s help, there’s no way I’ll survive for long.
I’m probably getting sick already just from the water I just drank.
There’s no way I can survive long-term on unfiltered, unsterilized water.
There will also be infections, diseases, and injuries from the many things out here that are trying to kill me.
Hell, even the smallest bug bite can be deadly if the wrong bug bites me or the wrong bacteria gets into the wound.
I have a month, maybe two, and that’s only if Adam doesn’t get sick of saving me and leave me for the wolves.
Or eats me first. At this point, I’m kind of rooting for him over the other creatures living here, because he’s earned it.
My point is, shouldn’t I enjoy the short time I have left?
If I want to kiss my alien, I should be able to do it without guilt, right?
And if I want to touch him, or want him to touch me, there’s nothing wrong with that, either.
As long as he agrees to it, which he looks like he would.
It wouldn’t exactly be verbal consent in this case, but if he’s intelligent enough to wait for my permission to come, he’s intelligent enough to give consent.
Damn, I’m just making excuses for myself, aren’t I?
“We should probably get out of the water,” I say with a sigh, accompanying my words with a gesture toward the ground.
I need some time to think before I do something stupid, like throwing myself at Adam and kissing him.
Does his kind even kiss? He has lips, they’re just quite slim and narrow, and with all the teeth…
I’ll need to move carefully so he doesn’t think I want to bite him. I mean, I don’t mind a little love bite here and there, but with those razor-sharp teeth, I’d better be careful about encouraging it. I don’t think Adam would hurt me on purpose, but if he gets lost in the throes of passion…
Well, an actual love bite wouldn’t be a bad way to go. I’d just prefer for my first sexual experience with an alien to end with me alive. And no, I’m not being too picky.
Adam wades back to dry ground and sets me down before returning to water and drinking deeply.
Good. He looked like he really needed it earlier.
I’m starting to get proficient at reading his expressions, and he definitely seemed to be in pain on the way here.
The way he was rubbing his temples made it obvious.
How long has he gone without water? The worms were somewhat mushy, and there was definitely some water inside them, but it couldn’t have been enough for either of us.
We’ll need to make more frequent water stops from now on.
Fortunately, there seems to be enough water to go around in the jungle, especially since Adam is able to sense it, probably by smell, if the way he’d been sniffing the air on the way here is any indication.
As I squirm uncomfortably in my wet jumpsuit, I realize I should have taken it off before getting anywhere near the water.
It’s not cold, not by a long shot, but without the sun and with the ever-present humidity, even the futuristic alien fabric will take a while to dry.
I should probably take it off. Even if I won’t be walking, I’ll be in for some serious chafing if I keep it on, especially on my legs, where I won’t feel it happening and could end up with bleeding marks before I notice something is amiss.
And open wounds in a humid, unsanitary environment are a very bad thing.
Or I’m just making excuses to let Adam carry me naked. Sue me.
Taking off the top part of the jumpsuit is easy, but squirming out of the bottom isn’t.
When Adam notices me struggling, he joins me on the dry ground but doesn’t immediately reach out to help like he did before.
He waits instead, his hands extended in a clear offer of help, but he doesn’t move until I ask for it.
He must have realized that I want to do some things on my own, that I don’t want to be treated as completely helpless. That’s…
I can’t even describe how impossible such a thought process should be for someone who lives in caves and eats worms. Hell, not even most humans are capable of it.
They mean well as they rush in and start doing things for me without giving me a chance to at least try myself, but sometimes it gets infuriating.
“Could you be any more perfect?” I smile widely at my alien, not even grimacing when he grins back. Never the words, though. Even though he can make some noises that resemble speech, and I’m certain he recognizes the sound of the name I gave him, he never tries to repeat them.
“Okay, you can help me,” I tell him, indicating that he’s allowed to. “I could probably do it myself eventually, but it would take half the night.”
Gently lifting me up, Adam helps me out of the rest of the jumpsuit, proving once again that four-armed caregivers are vastly superior to two-armed ones.
As he holds me, he doesn’t waste the opportunity to nuzzle my hair and neck, his tongue darting out to collect droplets of water from my collarbone.
I barely manage to bite back a moan and grab the wet bundle of my jumpsuit to cover my lap and my hardening cock.
If we slipped into another jerk-off session, who knows where we’d end up, and this place feels a little too exposed for that.
The critters keep chirping and chittering, which hopefully means no big predator is around, but that doesn’t mean I want something sneaking up on me when I have my cock in my hand. Or Adam’s, for that matter.
Adam seems to agree, because he once again scoops me up into his arms. I suck in a sharp breath as he moves me up his body, extremely aware of my naked skin sliding against his. Damn, this will be a long walk.