by L. M. Brown
“Patience,” he teased.
Scott shot Cameron an annoyed grimace over his shoulder. “You’re forgetting it’s been a week since I’ve seen you. What’s it been for you? A few hours?”
Cameron didn’t seem to be bothered about rushing and instead of giving Scott the fullness he craved, he slowly licked the line from directly behind his balls all the way to the small of his back. Scott whimpered as Cameron’s tongue ghosted over his entrance, teasing him mercilessly. When he did the same thing for a second time Scott felt sure his almost husband was the most sadistic bastard ever to walk the Earth.
“Cameron, please,” he whined.
Finally, his lover seemed to take pity on him and while it wasn’t his cock, the warm wet tongue inching its way inside was a pretty good substitute.
Scott keened and moaned as Cameron explored him intimately, alternately licking, sucking and nipping at the flesh round his entrance. Scott gripped the base of his dick in a futile effort to hold back his orgasm, but he left it too late. The moment his fingers brushed the sensitive flesh he spilled across the sheets.
Cameron kissed his back and held him as his body shook with the force of his orgasm. “I’ve got you,” he crooned.
Scott let Cameron guide him down onto the sheets, carefully avoiding the sticky patch. “Is it always like this?” he asked. “The day we spent together was pretty intense for me, and I thought maybe it was all part of the magic, now I’m not so sure.”
Cameron brushed Scott’s hair back from his face. “Maybe what we have is a different sort of magic,” he suggested. Scott found he rather liked that idea.
They rested for a while until Scott remembered Cameron hadn’t come yet. He’d been so lost in his own pleasure he’d completely neglected his lover. Scott reached down, took Cameron’s length in his hand, and stroked him purposefully.
Cameron buried his face in Scott’s neck as Scott explored every contour and ridge of his penis. Cameron moaned and whimpered at his touch. “I’m not going to last long if you don’t stop soon.”
Scott gave him one last tug before he pulled back. Without words he guided Cameron between his legs, spreading himself wide once more. This time Cameron didn’t need him to beg for his cock. He slid inside as though this was where he had always belonged.
Cameron waited patiently for him to adjust. “Welcome home, my love.”
Scott wrapped his legs around Cameron’s back and held him in place. When Cameron moved, Scott met each of his thrusts with perfect timing. He closed his eyes and savored every single feeling Cameron wrought from him.
“I’m not letting you go,” Cameron declared. “You’re mine now, forever.”
“Forever,” Scott agreed as his erection rose once more.
This time they strove to reach their peak together, each battling not to come before the other, until finally neither of them could hold back a moment longer.
Scott cried out as Cameron shook with quiet intensity. With his lover still buried inside him, Scott came for the second time, even more powerfully than the first.
Cameron collapsed across his chest, his breathing ragged. Scott, similarly breathless, took several minutes to recover enough to form a coherent sentence.
“That was amazing,” he finally managed. “I’m going to get spoiled by you, I can tell. I’m going to want this every day.”
“Marry me and you’ve got it,” Cameron replied.
“Are you serious?” Scott asked. “You don’t want to wait and find out if I’m totally different to the guy you have in your memories?”
Cameron shook his head. “I don’t need to wait. I know you’re the same person and you’re the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I can feel it. Can’t you?”
Scott could. The connection had hit him right from the start. Cameron was the one for him, and whether they waited a week or a year, he knew in his heart it was true.
“Our wedding was so perfect,” Cameron continued. “I can’t bear it that you don’t have the memory of sharing the day with me.”
Scott smiled and kissed Cameron on the lips. He tried to keep it light, but with little success. With limbs entwined they rolled around the covers, each chasing a kiss deeper than their last.
“Is that a yes?” Cameron finally managed to ask.
Scott, who had ended up straddling Cameron, pulled his lover into a sitting position and took his face in his hands. He grinned and nodded. “It’s a yes. I want to share that perfect wedding with you.”
Cameron wrapped his arms around him and Scott sighed in contentment.
“Everything is going to be perfect.”
Cameron chuckled. “Perfection might get boring, don’t you think?”
Scott shook his head. “Whatever fate throws at us, I doubt boring will ever come into it, after all, how many men can say they were set up by a djinn?”
“And my mother. Without her wish we wouldn’t be here at all. How can I ever find a way to thank her for bringing you into my life?”
“I’m pretty sure seeing you as happy as I’m going to make you will be the best way of thanking her. Even though she probably has no idea of her part in this, I’m very glad she made her wish.”
“Me too,” Cameron replied. “And I’m glad you made your wish too. Let’s make sure we don’t waste the chance we’ve been given.”
“What about you? If the djinn stood before you right now and offered you the same chance, what would you wish for?”
“Nothing,” Cameron answered immediately. “I have everything I could ever want right here in my arms.”
Scott smiled and kissed Cameron again. He might have no job, money, clothes or possessions, but with Cameron in his life, he had something infinitely more valuable. He had nothing left to wish for either.
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My Boyfriend’s an Alien
L.M. Brown
Excerpt
Chapter One
Zakrynious tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for his turn to appear before the elders of his people. The queue to the transformation chamber—the only one on the entire planet of Trimmeron—stretched as far as the eye could see. He’d been standing there for hours and he still couldn’t see the doorway at the front of the queue. At least this would probably be the last time he’d have to go through the ritual of transformation. Then again, he’d thought that before.
“What are you hoping for, Zak?” Strathryn, the young Camyl’on directly ahead of him, asked. Zak hadn’t met him before today, but they’d been waiting so long Zak felt as though they were old friends. “I want to see what life’s like on Marinatia.”
Zak laughed loudly, prompting a few glares and admonishments from the others in the queue. “Rather you than me.”
“What’s wrong with Marinatia?”
Zak shook his head. “Everyone who goes there comes back smelling of fish. Once you’ve turned mer, there’s no way to ever get rid of the stink.”
Strathryn snorted back his laughter as the line moved on a few more inches.
Zak had not expected this latest transformation. Already close to maturity when he’d last been brought before the elders, it had been something of a shock to find himself back here once again. He had frequently wondered during the last few days what he would end up as this time. He could discount his own race and those he had already changed into during his puberty, but there were still incalculable possibilities.
As one of a race of chameleon-like beings, each of their kind took on several new appearances during their years of puberty up until adulthood. They remained in their new guises until whatever powers causing the transformations determined them ready to change again.
Zak had spent his last transformation on the icy mountains of Gr’chn and although he had enjoyed his time amongst the hospitable mountain people, he had been eager to rid himself of the coarse, furry hide they had developed so as to more easily endure the harsh climate. He much preferred his own softer f
urred body.
When Zak had reverted back to his natural state on the previous world, he had expected to have full control over his body and the ability to change appearance at will. When he’d realized he didn’t, he had rushed to catch the next spacecraft back to Trimmeron so he could take the potion the elders provided to trigger and ease the next transformation. Luckily Gr’chn was an Alliance world and the locals didn’t think anything of the fact that he was suddenly a different species.
He had once asked his father why they had to go through with the transformations. His father had told him the story of one of their youths who had refused to drink the potion to trigger the change to a new form. The transition had come anyway, and had been extremely painful for the youth, so much so that he’d had to be cared for by their healers for several days afterwards. The healers were still working on a way for their healing waters to help anyone else who dug their heels in about taking the potion. Unfortunately, the transformation ritual was shrouded in secrecy and the elders refused to reveal the contents of the potion to anyone. Without the knowledge of the ingredients, the healers were working blindly as they searched for answers.
Finally, after another two hours of waiting, Zak reached the doorway. At least now he could watch those transforming before him, which would help to pass the time.
Zak could see his parents, Aristania and Cor’shi, sitting in the chamber along with family members of some of the other youngsters. He gave them a small wave and they looked back at him proudly. He had barely seen them for more than a few days together since his first transformation. Such was the way things had always been for those of his kind. To enable the youngsters to learn about each form they took, it was customary for each young man and woman to be fostered out to a family on the world native to their new body.
The line crept forward and Zak’s turn to stand before the elders finally arrived. He didn’t have a great deal to say. The elders had already received their report from his foster parents on Gr’chn, which told them all they needed to know. They had also extracted from him copies of his own memories of his time on Gr’chn, adding his experiences and knowledge to their collective database.
All Zak had to do now was drink the vile concoction that would trigger his next transformation. He prayed it would be the last time he’d have to drink the revolting substance. When he reached maturity, around the age of forty, he would revert back to his natural form without being in control of the transformation for the last time. If he ever needed or wished to take on one of his other forms, that being any of those he had taken during the years of his puberty, he would be able to do so at will, and without the need of potions.
“Drink up, Zakrynious,” the elder said as he passed him the heavy goblet. “Many others await their turn after you.”
Zak gulped the lukewarm liquid down as fast as he could and waited for the potion to take effect.
The transformation never hurt, it simply happened. His first clue that the change had occurred was the realization that he stood shorter than he had been a few moments before. Not a great deal shorter, just enough for him to notice he no longer stood eye to eye with the elder before him.
He looked down at his hands and frowned as he observed their new and strange color. Pale ecru and smaller than he had been used to, they also had two more fingers on each hand than his natural form had. He wriggled the extra digits, already anticipating them being a nuisance until he became used to them.
“Well, this is quite unusual,” the elder commented. He coughed nervously and looked behind him to the other elders. “I’ve never seen anything quite like this before.”
Zak glanced toward his parents in the audience. They stared at him with expressions of surprise and perhaps a little curiosity. He turned back to the elder and waited for him to tell him where he would be living for the duration of his transformation. Until he knew which galaxy he would be residing in, he had no idea which spacecraft to go to.
One of the other elders stepped forward and peered at him closely. “Most irregular,” he mumbled.
“What is it?” Zak asked. “What’s the matter?”
“Why, we don’t know what you are,” the first elder replied. “I don’t recall seeing one of those before.”
“I thought we always took the forms of races who would play a large part in our lives.” Zak looked from one elder to the other, waiting for one of them to explain what had happened.
The elder patted him on the arm kindly. “That‘s true. Now we just need to figure out what you are, so we can make arrangements for you to be fostered.”
Zak nervously shifted on his feet.
“Perhaps we should deal with the remaining youngsters before we try to figure out what he is,” one of the female elders suggested.
The elders readily agreed and Zak scurried over to sit beside his parents, where he could wait out of the way of the others.
Eventually the rest of the youngsters had taken their new forms and had left for the ships that would take them to their new, albeit temporary, homes. Many had cast him curious glances when passing him by. When the room had cleared except for his parents and the elders, Zak found himself the center of attention once more.
The very oldest of the elders, who was rumored to be nearly twelve thousand years old, stepped forward with a database access portal in his hands. “Let’s see his teeth,” he ordered.
Zak opened his mouth so they could look at them. He wondered what they expected to find.
“No fangs,” the elder muttered. “We can discount several races with that bit of information.”
Zak wondered how long this would take. Although he didn’t feel as self-conscious as he had immediately after the transformation, he was far from comfortable being stared at by the half dozen elders as though he had become some sort of experiment.
They continued to poke and prod him for some time to come. Zak let his thoughts drift to more pleasant topics—like dinner—as he waited for them to figure out what in the world he had turned into.
“What’s that?” one of the elders suddenly asked, pulling Zak from his wandering thoughts.
Zak looked at the elder who had spoken. He pointed toward Zak’s abdomen. Zak glanced down at the front of his robes. The robes were designed to be loose fitting, just in case the wearer’s new form was somewhat larger than expected. His robes now engulfed his smaller body, but there seemed to be something extra down below that hadn’t been present before.
“Undo your robes,” the elder with possession of the database ordered.
Zak, like most of his race, wasn’t shy about being unclothed. He disrobed quickly and looked down at his new appendage. He had never seen anything like it before. No form he had ever taken had caused him to grow an extra part to his body just there.
One of the elders reached forward and poked the mysterious protrusion of flesh with a finger. Zak drew in a sharp breath and jumped backward. Never had a touch to his flesh felt like that. A shiver had gone through every part of his body and the rod between his legs seemed to stretch and extend even more.
“It can’t be,” the elder with the database said as he rapidly tapped the screen, searching for who knew what.
“Can’t be what?” Zak asked, drawing his eyes away from the sensitive flesh for only a moment.
The elder ignored him for several minutes before finally giving him his attention. “I believe you may have turned human.”
Zak had never heard the word ‘human’ before, but apparently several of the elders had and they gasped in astonishment. Or maybe horror? What was a human and how had this happened?
“Are you sure?” Gandr’ah asked.
“Not entirely. I’ll have to check the records for the last time this occurred.”
“The last time?” Gandr’ah pulled the elder aside though Zak could still hear their words. “You mean this has happened before?”
“Once, to my knowledge. It must have been around seven hundred years ago. Just can’t quite rec
all the name of the boy who turned human. No one had any recollection of the world humans reside on and the youth was nearly fully mature before he even arrived on the planet. He seemed to enjoy life there. From what I remember, he returned to the place immediately after he reached maturity and hasn’t been heard from since.”
“Do you think he could still be there?”
“It’s possible. Why? What are you thinking?”
Gandr’ah nodded toward Zak. “He needs to foster with someone and if the planet isn’t part of the Alliance, it would be better if he stays with one of his own kind, rather than the natives.”
Zak waited as the elders nodded in turn. It seemed his fate had been decided for him, though he still had no idea of the name of the place he was destined to be traveling to.
After more discussions and looking up references, the elders decided Zak would leave for Earth—the rather boringly named planet of the humans—on the next available ship. Since Earth didn’t form part of the Alliance, the elders explained that it might take a little while to find a craft going in the right direction.
They had eventually found the name of the only other man to have ever turned human buried in the archives. They’d sent a message to Darresh to let him know to expect Zak’s arrival on the planet in the not too distant future.
In the meantime they would take the unusual step of implanting in him the knowledge Darresh had provided to their collective database to prepare him for life on Earth.
* * * *
Two weeks later, Zak said goodbye to his parents and stepped onto the spacecraft. The journey would take around sixteen hours and when he arrived he would be met by Darresh, the only other Camyl’on who had ever taken human form.
Zak watched the holographic entertainment display as the ship took him to Earth. He hoped the music would distract him from the images in his mind. After the elders had used their technology to implant in Zak all the knowledge Darresh had provided them with, Zak had reached the conclusion that humans were little more than animals. He had been far from impressed with what he had seen. Primitive and barbaric were two words that sprang to mind. The idea of turning round and fleeing back home seemed quite tempting. If only running away were one of his options.
