CollectiveMemory

by Tielle St Clare

  “That will be fine,” Cayl said, speaking before Devin got a chance. “All I need is a place to rest this human form and you can provide that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Very well.” Cayl lifted his chin and looked down his nose at Devin. “Agent Denning, since you will not assist me tonight, I will be resting with Mace. You may collect me in the morning and we will continue our search.”

  As if that concluded the night, Cayl spun on his heel and headed toward Mace’s car.

  Devin’s eyes squinted into a vicious glare. “Take care of him.”

  “I will.”

  “I’ll be by in the morning to pick him up.”

  “You need my address.”

  “No. I have it,” she snarled as she turned away. The flaps of her jacket fluttered open and Mace was only sad that he wasn’t in front of her, ready to enjoy the delicious display.

  Wait. She had his address? He’d done everything he could to get his home address off the web, out of reach. How the hell did she know where he lived?

  “Let us go,” Cayl commanded.

  Mace did a slow turn and stared at his new passenger. Alien or not they were going to get one thing straight. “It’s my house, my rules, my schedule.”

  * * * * *

  The sounds of shuffling dragged Mace out of his bed and down the hall to his guestroom. He stopped by the door. Footsteps padded across creaking floorboards and back again. Cayl was obviously having a hard time sleeping. Unable to resist, Mace pressed his ear up against he door. Step, step, grunt, and what? A whimper? What the hell was going on?

  Mace tapped on the door, opening it as he poked his head inside. Cayl stood in the middle of the room, moonlight streaming across the floor, his hands propped on his hips, his jeans hanging low. His shirt was gone, thrown on the floor like he’d ripped it off in a fit of irritation.

  “You okay, man?”

  “I do not understand how you do it.”

  “Do what?”

  “How do humans shut off these senses long enough to find rest?”

  Mace hid his grin. So the guy was going to continue his “I’m an alien” routine. That was okay. He could play like that.

  Cayl spun around and glared at him. “If I could possibly get used to the scent of the bedclothes, there is the constant hum of your food storage unit and the tree brushing against the roof.” He paused. “And if I could ignore all of that, my shaft has remained hard since we left that club making it impossible for me to sleep.”

  Mace let his gaze drop to Cayl’s crotch and sure enough, there was a distinctive bulge that indicated the poor man was in some discomfort. Oh yeah. I can definitely play with that.

  “How am I to correct this?” Cayl demanded.

  “Correct it?”

  “It’s obviously defective. I was given to understand a male’s shaft got hard when the human was preparing for intercourse. I am alone and quite obviously not preparing to have intercourse, so why is it hard?”

  “You were hard at the club,” Mace pointed out.

  “But Agent Denning, who is female, was present and rubbing against me.” Agent Denning? Mace had to ask Devin about that. “That was a logical explanation. The body believed it might have some chance at penetration.”

  The edge of Mace’s mouth kicked up. He could almost believe this guy didn’t understand fucking. But the way he’d kissed Devin and sucked her tits…fuck, that had been hot.

  Cayl’s mouth crinkled into an irritated line. “I don’t know what to do when one is alone.”

  “Okay, um, you…” Hmm, how did he explain this? “You rub it. You know, put your hand on it.”

  Cayl shook his head and sighed. “I tried that. Touching it only makes it worse.”

  Mace’s smiled broadened into a full-blown grin.

  “You have to kind of do it for a bit. It gets worse before it gets better.”

  “You’ve done this?”

  “Many times.”

  Cayl pulled open the button fly and shoved them down, his cock popping out as it was freed and stretching long, hard and thick.

  “Please show me this technique. I cannot tolerate this sensation much longer.”

  Show him? Come on. You can do it. Give a hand job to the hot guy in your spare room who thinks he’s an alien.

  There were all sorts of reasons why he shouldn’t do this—first and foremost being this guy might be insane—but the thick cock pushed aside the concerns. He walked across the room to where Cayl stood. Cayl’s broad chest tapered down into a ripped stomach. Hmm. Nice. Hard and firm. Thick. He shook his head when he realized he’d moved past describing his chest and returned his attention to Cayl’s cock.

  Cayl tipped his head to the side as if to urge Mace to hurry. Demanding little shit. Except he wasn’t little. Not where it counted. Not anywhere.

  “Well, you just…” What the hell, just do it. He reached out and curled his fingers around the base of the shaft. Cayl’s sharp inhale warned Mace it wouldn’t take much. The guy was on the edge. “You just stroke it.” He slid his hand up, tightening his grip, letting his fingers tease the round head. A garbled cry erupted from Cayl’s throat.

  “Ahh!”

  Cayl might be insane but he wasn’t faking the hunger. Mace gave another pump and felt a shudder run through Cayl’s body. Mace kept his eyes down and worked his hand over the thick cock, every stroke drawing a reaction from Cayl—a groan, a shiver. Fuck the guy is responsive. Strong fingers dug into his shoulder as Cayl punched his hips forward, driving his cock into Mace’s grip.

  “Mace, please you must—”

  Mace looked up. Cayl’s wide eyes stared back at him—a mix of panic and fear.

  “Surely there is some resolution soon?”

  Demanding, Mace thought again. The command, the urgency in Cayl’s glare made Mace draw back.

  “Yeah, but why rush it?” He took his hand away from Cayl’s dick and placed it on his hip, stroking lightly with his fingers.

  “Because it needs to end.” Cayl reached down and grabbed his own cock, giving one quick hard stroke. Another groan broke from Cayl’s throat.

  “Oh no, babe.” Mace gripped Cayl’s wrist and pulled his hand away, grabbing the other hand as well. “That’s mine.”

  “Yours?” Cayl blinked and looked into Mace’s eyes. “How is that possible?”

  The literal track of Cayl’s thoughts made Mace smile. “It’s mine to play with, mine to tease.”

  “You said you would fix my affliction.”

  Mace spun Cayl around and pushed him backward. “And I will. I just want to play a bit first.” Cayl’s feet caught in the dark jeans and he fell. Right onto the mattress. Perfect. Mace stripped the tight denim off Cayl’s legs leaving him naked.

  Their conversation—ha—and Cayl’s irritation seemed to have eased his desperation just a bit. His cock was still hard but the annoyance his face had transformed into partial curiosity.

  “Relax, babe. You’ll get what you want.” Mace dragged his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the side. Cayl’s gaze dropped to Mace’s chest. He licked his lips as if imagining the sensation, remembering the club and sucking on Devin’s pretty tits. Mace’s cock gave a twitch. That had been sweet. She’d been hot and hungry. Watching her come—with Cayl’s fingers inside her and Mace’s teasing her clit—had inspired him. He wasn’t going to let her go without being inside her.

  “Where has your mind gone?” Cayl asked, pushing up on his elbows.

  “Huh?” Mace shook his head to clear it.

  “You are no longer thinking about curing my affliction, which seems to be fixing itself.”

  “We can’t have that.” Mace climbed on the high bed. He left his sweats on. Cayl might not be ready to return whatever favor he received. “And I was thinking about Devin. And the club.”

  The clinical curiosity left Cayl’s eyes and heat returned. “She was most delicious.”

  “Uh-huh.” He crawled up the mattress until he lay be
side, just above Cayl, looking down at the strong, masculine body. He reached out and skimmed his fingertips across the flat peak of Cayl’s nipple. The gasp that burst from Cayl’s lips drew a smile from Mace. He looked at Cayl, fingers still teasing the tight nub.

  “Fascinating.” The word came out a little more breathless. “Is this what Agent Denning felt when we sucked on her?”

  “Something like this, I’m sure. Feel good?”

  “Yes.” Cayl’s fingers grabbed the bedspread at his side, holding himself back. “Would you…?” He hesitated. As if he wasn’t sure he should be asking.

  “You want to feel my mouth?” Mace bent down and opened his lips, let his breath heat Cayl’s skin. “Maybe I can make you scream.”

  “I don’t think—”

  Mace stroked the flat of his tongue across Cayl’s nipple. His yelp halted the words.

  Mace lifted his eyes. “Not a scream but I can work with it.” He licked again then moved the tip of his tongue over the pink surface, teasing it, making the tiny peak stand up. Cayl squirmed, his leg twitching and sliding along the bedspread. Mace paused long enough to glance down. Cayl’s cock was quickly returning to full hardness. Nice. More.

  Letting himself sink into the pure sensuality of the hard body beneath him, Mace opened his mouth over Cayl’s nipple and sucked, long, deep pulls. Cayl’s reaction was immediate. He cried out and his hips swung up, cock fucking the air. Not bothering to hide his smile, Mace lapped at the nipple, soothing, calming, then he pressed his teeth against the taut skin and bit down, gently, not too hard. Enough.

  A jolt moved through Cayl’s body and his shout rang through the room. A strong hand gripped the back of Mace’s head, pulling his hair almost painfully. Mace allowed Cayl’s hands to guide him and kissed his way across Cayl’s chest, repeating the caresses to the other nipple.

  “Mace. What is this?” Cayl’s hips rolled, twisting and finding Mace’s thigh. He pressed up, rubbing his cock against Mace’s leg. “You had said to ease my affliction but it is worse, much worse.”

  Mace lifted his head. “And better, yes?”

  “No…I mean, yes…maybe… You must make it stop.”

  “Soon, babe. Soon.” Mace pushed up on his hands and shifted, sliding his knee over Cayl’s hip so he straddled the strong body, their cocks pressed against each other, the deep color of Cayl’s bare cock against the soft gray of Mace’s sweats.

  Cayl cried out. “Please.”

  Mace could almost believe the guy didn’t know what he was asking for. He slid down Cayl’s body, pressing kisses across his chest, dragging his tongue over the tight ripples of Cayl’s abs. A faint sheen of sweat teased his tongue as he lapped at the skin. The seductive sense of need filled his head. Unable to resist, he licked again, craving Cayl’s response.

  Cayl twisted beneath him. Mace recognized the movement—wanting to escape but needing more. He pressed the heel of his hands into Cayl’s hips, holding him in place. The man’s abs were lovely, tight and ridged and when Mace had time he wanted to spend long hours licking and sucking tiny hickies on that skin but he didn’t think Cayl could last tonight. The subtle and not-so-subtle pulses of Cayl’s hips told him he’d better get a move on if he wanted Cayl’s cock in his mouth. And he did.

  Moving past those delicious abs, Mace turned his attention to Cayl’s cock. Mace wrapped his hand around the thick base and raised the shaft, sliding his hand over the hot skin. He paused, giving Cayl enough time to look down, to watch. Mace bent down and ran his tongue up the full length of Cayl’s cock. The man arched off the bed like he’d been electrified. “Mace! What is this…?”

  “Relax, babe, it only gets better.”

  “I—I am not sure I can tolerate better.”

  That drew a smile from Mace. “Sure you can. Just feel.” He repeated the long lick up Cayl’s cock, a little slower, a little harder. Cayl dropped back onto the mattress and released a low moan. That worked for Mace. Gave him a chance to focus on Cayl’s dick. The thing was damn fine—hard and long and thick. Mace didn’t let many men fuck him but when he did, he liked a nice long cock…as long as the man knew how to do it and took his time.

  He grinned against Cayl’s cock. He was anticipating something that probably would never happen. He pushed aside the thought and took his own advice…just feel. He swirled his tongue around the top and then gave a couple of quick licks, finding the sweet spot right beneath the head. Cayl jolted beneath him.

  “Mace!”

  Good thing he didn’t have neighbors right next door.

  He rubbed his tongue across the same place then rose up and sucked the first few inches of Cayl’s cock between his lips. He was almost too much for a mouthful but Mace wasn’t going to stop halfway. Cayl’s hand slammed into the back of his head, trying to push him down as Cayl thrust up. Mace pulled back, yanking his mouth away.

  “Not so fast, sweet thing. Choke me? I’m not coming back.”

  Cayl’s chest rose and fell in harsh breaths. “You must help me.”

  “I will. Just lie back and enjoy.”

  “I do not understand why humans seek this torment,” he muttered but he dropped back on the bed. With a dramatic sigh, he plopped his hand onto the mattress. Mace smiled and returned to fluttering his tongue up the thick hard shaft. Mace could have continued to tease him, keep him just on the edge of coming but the guy looked miserable. Pissy too but mostly miserable.

  He lifted the pretty cock, stopping just before he put it his mouth. Cayl lay back on the bed, fingers gripped firmly in the bedspread, eyes squeezed shut, his chest rising and falling in fast tight breaths.

  “You need to let go a bit, babe,” Mace said. Then he pushed the head of Cayl’s cock into his mouth, lashing his tongue across the bottom, letting him feel it. Then he closed his eyes and pushed down, taking as much of Cayl’s dick into his mouth as he could.

  A long, low groan vibrated the bed but Cayl didn’t reach for him again. Mace pressed one hand against Cayl’s hip, holding him down for when the need to thrust became too much. He wrapped the other around the base of Cayl’s cock, stroking, matching the rhythm of his mouth.

  Cayl’s body struggled against the grip he had, wanting to thrust but he didn’t want to be choked. He kept up the pressure on Cayl’s hip, holding him down, but sucking harder each time he retreated. Cayl seemed to think this was a reward for behaving and gripped the blankets beneath his hips even harder, keeping himself still. Mace took him as deep as he could, letting the thick head into his throat before pulling back.

  Cayl’s shout rang through the air and if his mouth hadn’t been filled, Mace would have smiled. Instead, he sucked a little harder on each retreat, his head bobbing faster. Panicked words emerged from Cayl, running together into one long confused babble about torture and pleasure and why would humans—

  Mace got no warning—but then maybe neither did Cayl—except a scream. Cayl came, filling Mace’s mouth with hot streams. He swallowed, taking in what he could, pulling away when it became too much.

  He bent down and lapped at a drop of come that had splattered on Cayl’s hip. That taste called him to more and he flicked his tongue across those beautiful abs, working his way up Cayl’s body, stopping and sampling bits of skin, licking his flat nipples. The strain in Cayl’s muscles vanished and he moved into each easy caress, his hands leaving their frantic grip on the bedspread and sliding up Mace’s arm, his shoulder.

  Mace rose up, over Cayl, hands pressed into the mattress, he rubbed his still hard cock against the rippled abs. He could come this way, savoring the stunned, satisfied look in Cayl’s eyes, rubbing his dick against those tight abs. But he wanted one more taste.

  He bent down, watching Cayl’s eyes widen, then perception set in. He thought Cayl might pull away but after a moment’s hesitation, Cayl pushed up, opening his mouth, meeting Mace’s kiss, driving his tongue into Mace’s mouth.

  He groaned as Cayl kissed him. For just having come, the guy had energy. Cayl threw himself
into the kiss, sucking and tasting. Made Mace wonder what it would feel like to have Cayl’s mouth on his cock.

  Cayl nudged his shoulder and Mace drew back, allowing Cayl to push him away. Mace sighed to hide the groan and dropped onto his back. He should have rubbed off on Cayl’s stomach while he’d had the chance. But seconds later, Cayl followed him over and down, mouth returning to his, tongue exploring with heady deep kisses that blinded Mace. Cayl rose up, his free hand skimming down Mace’s chest, fingers tripping across his nipples. His precise touches sent tiny shivers into Mace’s chest.

  “You are likewise afflicted.” Cayl’s hand moved purposefully down Mace’s stomach, aiming for the hard cock pushing against the thin material of his sweats. “Is it not customary that I should assist you as well?” It was phrased as a question but Cayl didn’t seem to be waiting for an answer.

  Mace raised his eyes and met Cayl’s stare. Heat reflected back and him and damn if it didn’t look like Cayl’s eyes were sparkling. They stared at each other, neither moving, waiting.

  “Yes,” Mace said, answering the question Cayl hadn’t asked.

  Cayl’s body moved by instinct or hunger—he didn’t know, could only observe as his hand reached down and slid over the thick bulge in Mace’s pants. Unexpected heat filled his hand. Touching his own shaft had been interesting but this was different, more powerful. Fascinating.

  He tightened his fingers around Mace’s erection, finding the sensation strangely appealing, and scanned the male form beneath him.

  Cayl forced oxygen into his lungs. Agent Denning had told him he couldn’t stop breathing but she hadn’t warned him there would be times when it would be difficult to catch his breath—like when he’d had his mouth on her nipples and his fingers in her pussy. Or when Mace had brought him to orgasm. And now, with Mace stretched out beside him, the hard shaft almost pulsing beneath his hand.

  The methodical portion of his brain told him to pull back, that increasing his knowledge of the human senses would do nothing to elevate the collective awareness of his world, but the heat beneath his palm distracted him long enough that he was able to push aside the cautionary voice.