Chapter 2
JAY
When Hex’s aura turned deep red, all that he wanted was revealed, and I’m not going to let him forget how badly he wanted to see a spanking.
The second he steps out of that cold shower I’m warming him up.
So I walk out of that rubbish meeting—pretend I’m dying in the hallway to make sure Numbers isn’t snooping at the moment—then sneak into Hex’s room.
The wall beside Hex’s bed is lit up with a countdown: one hour to go before his reconnaissance mission. And all I need is one load of alien seed in me to turn into a hybrid, and then they can’t use “you’re human” as a justification for getting rid of me.
How long does it take for an NV to pop off one nut?
It varies so much for me. If I’m really horny I go off in seconds. If I feel like going slow I can prolong my stroking session for much longer. Hex might be the same or he might be totally different.
What if we don’t have enough time?
I told myself to crawl into bed with him this morning, hours before that scheduled sit-down in the canteen, and I should have listened to myself.
Now the weakest link among Xan, Braxton, and Hex—the one NV who I might actually be able to break before they permanently ground me on Earth—will be gone for a day or longer. It depends on what’s going on out there in space, but sometimes it takes him a full week to return from a mission.
Xan and Braxton want me just as much as Hex, so I guess I could always still try with them, but they’ve never been worn down to the point that they gave in, and did some much-welcome touching, like my sexy red captain has.
The last time I told them all good night, and it was his turn to lean down and hug me, I kissed his cheek and whispered, “Come see me later,” in his ear. And he did!
He slipped quietly into my room and rubbed his givers through his coveralls, towering over me as I had a wank in my bed, moaning and squirming more than I usually would to put on a show for him. He even got on his knees and cupped my balls when I came.
I’ve never broken through Xan or Braxton’s resolve like that.
The most I got out of Braxton was him groping my ass during a workout, when he helped me get off equipment that broke down.
And Xan has never gone further than rubbing his hardness against me during the unnecessarily long hug we shared last year, after my yearly “check-in” with Earth scientists and researchers.
The crew makes me do them because it’s important to the humans, because I’m the first human nestling who has lived with NVs. Xan is always so happy after he hears what they have to say about my development.
“You’re doing very well, Jay. I’m so proud,” he whispered while he rubbed his hard givers against my chest.
That hug was hot, but he showed so much restraint during it, never looking down his long length and asking me to suck him off—which was a shame, because I’m the perfect height to do it standing, and when I told him that he broke the hug and walked away.
God, I hope Hex doesn’t walk away.
I kick off my boots, unzip my gray coveralls, and thank me from this morning for my decision to wear nothing underneath them today.
My stomach tightens as I get on the bed, lying face down with my ass up, just as the shower water stops running.
Even if I wasn’t about to be permanently grounded, this is what I want, but that doesn’t stop my anxiety from kicking in when I imagine how two NV givers might feel inside my virgin human hole.
Will Hex let me take one at a time or will he put both inside me?
I bite my lip and grip his silky, silver sheets, then try to relax my face, since the tension in my muscles refuses to be willed away with determination and big breaths.
I try all the “calm yourself” techniques I’ve been taught over the years that have gotten me through harrowing turbulence on the ship, and none of them work.
Get your shit together, Jay. He’ll be out here any second, and you need to get your game face on.
The tension coiled inside fades a little, my muscles loosen up a bit, and my face finally relaxes. Hell yes! Apparently, bullying myself works.
“What in the name of all that’s ashes are you doing, Jay?” Hex’s voice thunders across the room, and I fight the urge to freeze up.
“I’m waiting for you to fuck me,” I tell him, throwing a coy look over my shoulder. It’s one I’ve practiced in a mirror many times. “Or spank me. Which one would you prefer?”
He clutches a towel wrapped around his waist, his knuckles pale, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. “Fuck my stars, Jay… I knew you were beautiful under your coveralls, but your perfection is beyond what my mind was capable of imagining.”
What the hell are you supposed to say when an absolutely stunning NV, whose mind can do super advanced mathematics that your species can’t even grasp, says such a thing?
I’m not sure how to respond, so I just blush from head to toe and keep making eye contact until something comes to me.
“Well, Hex, if you like looking that much, imagine how much you’ll like touching me.” Bravo, Jay! You hit that one out of the fuckin’ park—and the lot—then the neighborhood—and straight into space.
I think Hex agrees with that assessment, because the ghost of a smile forms on his red lips. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work.”
“Are you sure about that?” I shake my ass and he shuts his eyes, sighing heavily.
We both know he couldn’t be less sure.
The aura swirling around him is a crimson storm cloud from hell, giving away the truth. Either he wants to kill me or he wants to fuck me more than he ever has before. Explosive fury or intense desire are the only emotions that could make it that shade.
“You have had a piss-poor attitude lately,” he says, stepping forward—nearer—bringing the wonderful scent of charred embers and burnt sugar to me. I love the way his aura smells and I like the heat that comes off it. “Maybe you could use a good spanking.”
So a spank it is then. I can work with that.
Hex is like the ultimate Eagle Scout. Or should I say Nest Scout?
Whatever the equivalent of that “prepare the youth to be upstanding citizens” program is on his planet…
that’s so him. He’s most comfortable when he’s not breaking rules and when his behavior is something the crew can look up to.
If he has to make this about punishment so he can stop fighting what he wants, then I’ll let him punish me.
Besides, my ass has plenty of padding, so I don’t think it will hurt much, and Hex probably won’t go too hard on me since he has no prior experience with corporal punishment.
In frustration, NVs have threatened me with it numerous times, muttering how they weren’t sure if human nations should be outlawing the practice, but they’ve never actually crossed that line and put their hands on me.
It’s not something that’s done on their planet, where nestlings are extremely obedient, unlike human nestlings who, Xan has scoffed, “Rebel shockingly early.”
“Do you want to do it like this or do you want me over your lap?” I ask Hex, with another shake of my ass.
He takes a seat on the bed, towel still on—which is so not fair when I’m totally bare to him, but I’m sure I’ll get an eyeful of his givers soon enough.
He grabs my wrist and hauls me up, then throws me down across his thighs—and hot damn, he feels about as aroused as I am, and if not for the towel, all three of our semis would be touching.
I grind against his and Hex moans, claws grazing over my lower back as he places his other hand behind him on the bed, grinding his hips too.
“I want you to feel this now, and when I’m gone,” Hex grunts, raising his hand. “I want this to make you think very carefully about how you speak to your elders.”
“Yes, Captain. Now, will you get on with it, please?”
A low rumble comes from his chest as his hand comes down. Most of what I feel is palm, so he must be lifting his fingers so his claws aren’t part of this punishment, but that doesn’t do much to stop the slap from hurting like a bitch.
“Fuck!” I yelp.
Another rumble, and another slap.
“Double fuck!”
And then:
“Triple fuck!”
“Jaxus Cross,” Hex growls, my full name coming out sounding like a warning, and the next slap is even worse.
“HOLY FUCK!”
“I swear to the stars, I’m about to clean that mouth out with something.”
“How about…your seed?” I croak, not sounding anywhere near as seductive as I’d like to be. Tears are streaming down my face and my ass is on fire.
“You are an insolent boy.”
“And you love it,” I boast, because I never stopped grinding my hips, and I could feel him stiffening as I softened.
“Insolent and stubborn,” he scolds, giving me a final, lighter swat. “I think your mouth needs to be punished as well, little one.”
That gets my prick right back in the game, my arousal evident when Hex gives me the order to stand.
I slide off his lap and he rises from the bed to tower over his little one with his hand on the towel.
His aura moves higher before he lets it go, and as it falls my heart hammers in my chest, as fast as I want him to hammer into me.
The towel drops to the floor and I get my eyeful of black hair and two givers that are the size of two large eggplants. They are magnificent, looking like they were built to conquer anything, just like Hex.
If there is a devil, like some humans say, I wonder if his manhood looks anything like these givers.
In the old clips I used to watch, I saw a human describe Captain Henrix as “Satan’s twin,” and if the guy downstairs does look anything like Hex I could see why humans would fear his powers of persuasion.
Who wouldn’t be tempted into doing evil things for someone like this?
“You stare like a virgin,” Hex says, voice thick with amusement, which makes my cheeks redder than my ass.
“I am a virgin—and I’ve been one for a lot longer than I wanted to be, thanks to you, and Xan, and Braxton,” I grumble.
Hex stifles a chuckle in his throat and cups my head in his hands, his claws pressing into my scalp. “I know it’s selfish, Jay, but I want you to remember this whenever you’re fucking an Earth-man. I never want you to forget your captain fucking the innocence out of your smart mouth.”
“I, uhhh, yes. Please.” I would very much like to sign up for that experience, with my name typed at the top of the list, IN ALL CAPS. “I want that too.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Worship these,” Hex orders, squishing the tips of his givers against my lips. That’s the only direction he gives me.
If someone walked in right now they wouldn’t see what he’s doing. They couldn’t even see me past him and his aura. But suddenly this feels dangerous.
It’s just so loud, taking both of his hot givers in my hands, then taking them in my mouth, one at a time. They’re slick with NV pre-seed and the slightest jerky stroke or brush of my parted lips along the shaft sounds exactly like a sloppy blowjob being rushed before a mission.
I flatten my tongue against the givers as I go up and down their considerable length, and pop them in and out of a wet hole that is more eager by the second to take what comes next.
“Little one, your natural talents never cease to amaze me,” Hex moans, breathless, “but don’t forget my seed sack.”
Oh, right. I, very briefly, catch my breath, then hold his givers up, out of the way. Their pre-seed drips onto my fingers as I taste his balls with a long lick, and he groans, his grip on my head getting tighter.
Does that mean he’s close?
A pang of disappointment cuts through my heart, which is pounding just as loud as all the other noise I’m making now. I don’t want this to end yet. I need more time to memorize the taste and feel of him.
I suck the giver that is swollen slightly more than the other into my mouth and savor how warm to the touch it is, and smooth, with no roughness (other than the hairs that sometimes get in the way when I nearly choke on the entire length).
That’s my least favorite part, how my throat tells me to take it out the second I put it in.
My favorite part is how deliciously Hex’s skin glides across mine as his breath turns shallow.
“I’m so close, little one,” he confirms, his aura glowing.
My eyes and nose burn as he uses me to milk himself empty, pumping alien come out of his giver and into my mouth. I try to swallow it but so much spills out of the sides. There’s just too much for me to take it all.
When his grip on my head slackens, I pull back and show Hex his seed on my tongue, then I take the other giver down deep, come and spit running down my neck and chest as I bob my head, wanting the second load more than I want to breathe.
He gasps, “Fuck, Jay,” grits his teeth, and finishes in my throat.
The rush hits hot and hard, building in me just from watching it build in him. I feel dizzy, seed pouring out of my mouth as Hex pulls back, and when I touch myself, I’m just a few strokes away from bliss.
“Let me, damn it,” Hex barks, and I jump at the command, taking my hand off my prick like I got caught with it in a cookie jar.
“Yes, Captain,” I breathe, wiping some of the mess he made off my face.
He picks me up and sits back on the bed, reaching back for a pillow. He rips the case off and cleans me up a little more, then throws it aside.
“Thank you, Captain.”
“Hex,” he demands, his mask of authority slipping. “Call me Hex when I make you come, little one.”
“Yes, Hex, make me come,” I moan, my heart swelling with the certainty that I will remember this forever, because how could I ever forget him admitting this isn’t really about disciplining his little one?
This is about us sating, in some small way, a long-starved yearning that has tested our sanity for far too long—and even if the politics of Earth pull us apart, they will never take this from us.
The heat of the moment steals over him again as I straddle his waist, and he places my cock between his givers.
Blimey. They’re getting so hard already, recovering like they didn’t just blast off in my mouth.
Does that mean we might come together? ‘Cause that would be so bloody hot—if I can last for more than five seconds.
I fight the oncoming sensation by thrusting slowly as I reach back to grip Hex’s thighs, and fuck into the exquisite warm pressure of his givers, and hands, which are wrapped around all three of our cocks.
They, and his givers, are moving so fast it’s like his skin is vibrating as they throb against me.
Bloody hell. The feeling is so intense I can’t hold back. I pant, and shake, and stars explode across my eyes. Hex throws his head back and spills with me, shooting so high some of it comes down on my face.
Now I’ve been marked practically everywhere by his seed.
Everywhere but where I want it most.