by Olivia Black
Grant moaned at the first taste of Ael’s tongue as it pushed through his lips. Ael explored Grant’s mouth, teasing him with his tongue. He melted into the male as their tongues moved together. At this moment, nothing else existed. It was just the two of them, bodies touching and lips moving. Ael kissed him until he was breathless. When the male pulled away, he left Grant gasping.
“Don’t stop,” he begged. “I need you. I need…”
Ael nodded as if sensing Grant’s true desire. He leaned down and connected their lips once more. It was wild and passionate. Ael tightened his arms around Grant’s waist. He lifted Grant off his feet and started walking, moving through the room. When Grant’s back hit a hard, flat surface, he groaned.
Ael worked a hand between their bodies. He opened the front of Grant’s tight-fitting pants and wrapped his large, cool palm around Grant’s erection. Ael jacked Grant’s cock from root to tip. Pre-cum flowed from the head of his shaft.
Grant was desperate. He wanted to move. He wanted to fuck Ael’s hand, but he couldn’t. Ael was in charge. The male kept Grant’s body pinned against the wall as he moved his hand rapidly over Grant’s dick, refusing to allow Grant any movement. Ael devoured his mouth, driving him closer to the edge.
“Ael,” Grant gasped, disconnecting their lips. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…Oh God…”
Ael pumped his hand up and down in a quick, sensuous slide, pushing Grant over the edge. Grant’s muscles tightened, and his body jerked as he came. Grant leaned back against the wall, needing the support. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. After a couple of minutes, Grant looked up at Ael.
Ael lifted his hand, bringing it up to his mouth. The male licked his palm and fingers, removing Grant’s spunk. Grant pulled his lower lip into his mouth and bit down as he watched, moaning. Ael smiled as he tucked Grant’s cock back into his pants.
“That was…” Grant cleared his throat. “That was unexpected.”
Ael nodded.
Truthfully, it was a bit shocking. He didn’t think that Ael would ever make a move on him. Grant thought that he would have to spend more time trying to seduce the male.
“And really fuckin’ hot,” he added.
Ael chuckled. “Yeah.”
Grant pushed himself off the wall. He went up on his tiptoes and pressed his lips against Ael’s. If they were at home, Grant would strip down. He wanted more. He wanted to feel the weight of Ael’s body holding him down against the bed. But, since he couldn’t have that, Grant was happy to settle for a kiss.
* * * *
Ael was surprised by his own actions. But once his lips touched Grant’s, Ael couldn’t help himself. His craving for Grant couldn’t be quenched. When he felt the human’s hard, aching shaft pressed against his thigh, Ael reacted.
He lifted Grant off his feet and carried the human to a private corner, away from the crowd. Ael didn’t want to expose Grant to the rest of the crowd, especially since the other Sweshian males at the club were staring at him. They wanted Grant. Desire was evident in their eyes. And although Ael couldn’t blame them, he wasn’t willing to share. He felt possessive of Grant, even though the human didn’t technically belong to him.
Grant pulled back, ending the kiss. He looked up at Ael and said, “Let’s get another drink.”
Grant grabbed Ael’s hand and gave his arm a gentle tug. Ael allowed the human to lead him through the crowd, back toward the bar. When they reached the bar, Grant handed Ael a glass tube of pink alcohol. Ael smiled. He tipped the glass back, downing the contents in one gulp.
“Whoo!” Grant shouted before doing a full-body shiver.
Ael chuckled as he watched Grant. He was pretty sure the human was intoxicated. The drinks they served may taste good, but they were really potent. It didn’t take much to become inebriated. Ael thought about stopping Grant before he drank too much, but he liked seeing this side of the human. Grant was letting loose and having fun. Besides that, Ael was here to watch Grant.
Grant grabbed another shot glass. He lifted it to his lips and swallowed the contents before handing the empty beaker to Ael.
He jumped up, planting a kiss on Ael’s lips. Grant skipped off, heading toward the dance floor, and Ael followed him. Ael watched the human as he danced. Grant moved with grace. His body moved to the beat of the music. Grant twisted around, rocking his hips seductively as he moved his head. He bent his knees and moved his hips side to side, shaking his ass. Ael stared intently, watching each move the young man made.
Grant was drawing quite a bit of attention, but he didn’t seem to notice. Unable to take much more of the teasing and the come-hither looks, Ael joined Grant on the dance floor. Ael reached out and grabbed ahold of the man’s hips, pulling Grant back against him. Heat radiated off Grant’s body. Ael glided his hands up and down Grant’s arms, feeling his sweat-soaked skin. He started dancing, moving in sync with Grant.
Without warning, Grant dropped forward, bending over. He put his hands on his knees, arched his back, and stuck his ass in the air. Grant wiggled his hips side to side, his bubble butt rubbing against Ael’s crotch. Ael bit off a curse. The human was far too enticing. He was driving Ael crazy. Grant jerked upright. He spun around and slid his hands up Ael’s chest, wrapping his arms around Ael’s neck. He moved slowly, grinding against Ael.
They stayed at the club, drinking, laughing, and dancing, until the early morning hours. As they strolled out of the club, Ael wrapped his arm around Grant, holding the human close to his side. It was hard to believe that it was the end of yet another day.
The last two days spent in Grant’s presence had been wonderful, and Ael was beginning to really like the human. And after tonight, Ael knew that he wanted more. But he still wasn’t sure he was strong enough to deal with the outcome.
Either way, however they ended up at the end of the week, Ael was looking forward to spending the next seven days with Grant.
“I’m tired,” Grant said with a yawn.
Ael smiled. He pulled Grant to a stop and picked the human up, cradling him against his chest. Grant sighed as he leaned his head against Ael’s chest. It didn’t take long for Grant’s breathing to change. His body relaxed in Ael’s arms, signaling that he’d fallen asleep. Ael tightened his hold, keeping Grant against his chest. Ael couldn’t believe how good it felt to hold Grant.
When he got home, Ael hit the button on the wall, and the front door slid open. He stepped over the threshold and strolled through his house, walking straight to the guest room. Ael stopped beside the bed and gently laid Grant down. He pulled Grant’s shoes off and removed his clothing, careful not to jostle him too much. Ael grabbed the blanket and pulled it up, covering Grant.
Ael stood beside the bed for a few minutes, just looking at Grant’s face. He looked so peaceful while he slept. His features looked softer. Ael was already starting to develop strong feelings for Grant and an overwhelming need. He wanted to keep the human. If only it were that easy. Turning on his heel, Ael strode out of the room, and the door slid closed behind him.
Ael rubbed his tired eyes as he walked into his room. He stripped off his clothes and kicked them aside. Naked, Ael went into the bathroom. He cleaned his teeth and washed his face. When he was done, Ael climbed into bed. He closed his eyes and fell asleep thinking about Grant.
Chapter Ten
When Grant came out of the guest room the next day, the first thing he noticed was a new pair of swim trunks lying on the counter with a face mask. He glanced at Ael. The male was sitting at the bar, finishing his breakfast. Grant strolled into the kitchen. He pulled out a barstool and took a seat beside Ael.
“Are we going swimming?”
Ael grinned. He finished chewing and swallowed his bite before asking, “Would that be a bad thing?”
Grant chuckled. “You’re not going to fool me again.”
“Oh, come on,” Ael teased good-naturedly. “You liked it.”
Grant shrug
ged. He couldn’t deny it. The vines had tied him up and sucked him dry. It was amazing. And the look on Ael’s face as he watched turned Grant on. But he didn’t necessarily want to have the experience again. Once was enough for him.
Ael rose from his seat at the bar. He made a plate of food for Grant and placed it in front of him. Ael had sliced up a small pile of söl and some fruit from Earth. He glanced at Ael and smiled. He assumed that Ael had gone out and purchased the fruit for him. It was a nice gesture, and it made Grant feel cherished. Grant’s mouth watered as he grabbed the utensil.
He stabbed a bite-sized piece of apple and shoved it into his mouth, chewing the crisp fruit. The flavor exploded on his tongue, instantly reminded Grant of home.
“So, what are we doing today?” Grant asked before taking another bite of fruit.
“I’m taking you to watch a game of kumbhika.”
“Kumbhika?” Grant asked, rolling the word around on his tongue. It was strange. The language device that had been implanted in his brain while on Glecerus wasn’t translating it to any word he understood.
“A young team of warriors challenged an older, more experienced team to a fight. They’re going to do battle. I should warn you. It can be intense. Some humans think the games are a bit extreme since the winners are rewarded for their prowess by fucking the losers.”
It took a second to process what Ael said, but as he ran the words through his head, Grant’s eyes widened. “They fuck right there on the field? Inside the arena? And we get to watch?”
Ael nodded. “It’s quite a show.”
Grant smiled, and Ael gave him a knowing look. It seemed the male knew exactly what Grant was thinking. Watching a bunch of gorgeous Sweshian warriors fight and fuck sounded really hot in Grant’s opinion. He really wanted to go.
“When do we go?” Grant asked.
His reaction seemed to amuse Ael. The male laughed. It was a deep sound, low and throaty.
“Finish eating.” Ael pointed to his plate. “And then we’ll go.”
Grant started eating, bite after bite, until the plate was wiped clean. When he was done, he slid off the barstool. Ael grabbed his plate before Grant could, placing it into the sink.
“Are you ready?”
“Don’t I need to change my clothes first?” Grant asked.
Ael shook his head. “What you’re wearing is fine.”
He held out his hand, palm up, and Grant took it. They were getting really good at holding hands.
Ael and Grant went down to the ground level of the building. They stepped inside the cylinder, and Grant put the mask on, sealing it on his face. This time, he wasn’t scared. He was looking forward to going on another adventure with Ael. The glass tube flooded, water pouring in. When it was filled, the door opened, and they swam out of the chamber.
Ael turned his back toward Grant. He glanced over his shoulder, and Grant grinned. He wrapped his arms loosely around Ael’s neck and the male started swimming, his body slicing through the water without any difficulty. Ael took Grant to the arena. It was a short distance away, in the middle of a sea-grass field.
When they reached their destination, Grant let go of Ael’s shoulders and slid off the male’s back. The water was so dense that he was able to sit comfortably beside Ael in the stone-carved bleachers. Grant looked out over the large, rectangular- shaped field. The sheered bright green sea-grass outlined the arena where the Sweshian warriors would be playing a game of kumbhika. The other seats on the bleachers were rapidly filling with a crowd of people, swimming in from a few different directions.
The majority were Sweshian males, their scales shining beneath the suns above. The men were wearing form-fitting, knee-length trousers, similar to what Ael wore. There were humans scattered throughout the mass of people. They stood out with their unique features, different from the Sweshian males, and the face masks. They were each paired with a male.
A series of growls, like wild animals, vibrated through the water. The hairs on Grant’s arms rose, and he shuddered. It was a little scary and reminded Grant that he was on an alien planet. Grant reached out and grabbed ahold of Ael’s hand as he glanced around, searching.
His eyes landed on two groups of Sweshian males as they marched out onto the field. Weighted bracelets were wrapped around their ankles, to keep their feet firmly planted on the ground. They were wearing tiny, skintight shorts. The material looked as though it were painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination. Grant tried not to stare, but he couldn’t look away.
Huge. Gigantic. Massive. Those were just a few words that came to mind as Grant stared at the material stretching provocatively over their crotches, and they weren’t even hard. Grant’s eyes roamed over the males. Their muscles rippled with each step, and their scales gleamed brightly in the light. The males were pumped and ready for battle.
They strode to opposite sides of the arena. One side wore black, and the other wore red, distinguishing their team colors. The males glared at each other, bodies tense, upper lips drawn back exposing sharp fangs. Grant sat on the edge of his seat. He leaned forward, trying to get a closer look at the male’s teeth. It seemed odd. He didn’t realize that the Sweshian males had fangs.
Another male, dressed only in a pair of tight-fitting pants walked down the middle of the field. He stopped in the center and placed a large, oval-shaped stone down on the ground. The male spoke to the players, but Grant couldn’t hear a word he said. He assumed the male was a referee. When he was finished speaking, the players let out a series of growls and howls, and the referee walked off the field.
Without warning, both teams screamed and rushed toward each other. Their bodies came together in the center of the arena, and violence ensued. They fought each other in a brutal battle of hand-to-hand combat. It was complete and total chaos. It took a moment, but Grant finally realized that the males were fighting to claim the stone that was sitting in the center of the field.
“Isn’t this exciting?”
Not really. Grant wasn’t really that interested in watching a group of Sweshian males beat the hell out of each other. But he didn’t say that to Ael. He didn’t want to ruin Ael’s plans.
Grant glanced toward Ael, and a thrill of excitement rushed through his system as he stared at the male beside him. It seemed as though this game, regardless of how violent it was, was physically affecting Ael. The male was hard, his erection creating a tent in his pants. Instead of staring at Grant’s crotch, he forced himself to look up at the male’s face. Ael’s fangs were visible.
“I didn’t know you had fangs…” Grant murmured.
Ael chuckled. He looked at Grant and said, “We didn’t share all of our secrets with the Glecerians.” The male opened his mouth, and a pair of sharp fangs appeared. “They’re usually hidden in the roof of my mouth.”
Grant reached out, but stopped short of actually touching Ael’s fangs, and dropped his hand.
“It’s okay,” Ael told him. “You can touch them.”
Grant lifted a finger and ran it over the male’s fangs. “What do you use them for?” he asked.
“There’s venom stored in our teeth,” Ael told him, playfully nipping Grant’s finger. “We can regulate the dosage with each bite. When we bite our prey or an enemy, the venom paralyzes them. But if we bite a lover”—a slow smile spread across his face—“it’s intoxicating and makes sex much more exciting.”
Grant stared at Ael. To say that he was surprised was an understatement. Now, every time Grant looked at Ael, he would think about being bitten. And he really wanted to feel Ael’s teeth sink into his flesh. He wanted to know what the venom would feel like coursing through his system.
He turned his focus back to the game. One by one, the males began to fall. The referee even had to drag a few off the field. The violent battle went on and on until a male wearing a pair of black shorts snatched the rock from the ground. He held the stone up above his head and let out a roar. The crowd cheered wildly, and Grant had to admit that h
e was relieved it was finally over.
He thought the losing team might be upset, but they didn’t seem to be unhappy at all. In fact, they seemed eager to be taken by the winners. Grant watched as the Sweshian warriors pulled off their shorts, exposing their rock-hard cocks. They resembled those of humans, except they were much larger. Dear God.
The scales that covered the Sweshian males’ chests continued down, surrounding the pubic area. There weren’t any scales on their erections. The coloring was a darker blue tone. And smooth-looking foreskin covered a wide helmet-shaped head.
A musky, spicy smell drifted through the water and into his breathing apparatus. It smelled like sex. Grant inhaled deeply, pulling the scent into his lungs.
Grant clasped his hands together when he started to tremble. His heart was pounding so fast that he thought the organ would burst from his chest. He didn’t understand his body’s reaction. Grant was aroused. His cock went from semi-hard to fully erect, pre-cum leaking from the head of his shaft. And he wasn’t the only one affected.
As he glanced around at the other males in the bleachers, Grant noticed that most of them weren’t watching the warriors at all. They were too busy performing sexual acts on each other. Grant licked his lips. He focused back on the field and watched the erotic scene play out right before his eyes. Grant shifted in his seat as intoxicating warmth spread through his body.
Panting, Grant licked his lips. He reached out and grabbed Ael’s forearm. “What the hell is happening to me?”
Ael pulled Grant onto his lap and helped him to straddle his waist. “The pheromones are spreading through the water.”
Grant grabbed hold of Ael’s shoulders. He moved his hips, grinding his cock against the male’s erect shaft. Grant was overwhelmed. Need, want, and desire came together in one big explosion. Shaking his head, Grant tried to clear his lust-filled mind enough to speak clearly.
