by Darien Cox
“Now I’m gonna show you my enthusiasm.”
Hooking his arms around his own knees, Tyler held them against his chest, exposing all for Tim to see. “Show me then.” He smirked. “You’re the one in control, right?”
“Like hell I am. Manipulative little shit,” Tim muttered, but he was already diving in, like a man insane, unable to restrain himself as he plunged his cock deep.
“God, yes,” Tyler whispered. “Fuck me.”
“I am fucking you.” Tim groaned. “But say it again anyway.”
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
And then Tim was lost. Lost as his hips pumped and the pleasure built, the sheath of hot flesh around his cock like a custom fit. And just when he thought his arousal had peaked to its maximum potential, Tyler gasped out, “Fuck me, deeper,” and wrapped his ankles around Tim’s neck.
“Oh, that’s hot,” Tim whispered. “Keep your legs there, just like that. If you can.”
“I can. I could do this all day.”
“Thought you wanted it over fast.”
Tyler chuckled, the movement sending ripples through his body, making Tim groan. “Try to go slow then,” Tyler said, using his ankles to tug Tim down, lifting his ass to meet his thrusts. “I dare you.”
“You know I can’t now.” Tim whimpered, orgasm tapping at the door as he fucked Tyler relentlessly. Leaning one arm on the mattress, he fumbled between their sweaty bodies and found Tyler’s cock, still hard and thick. Gripping it tight he jerked it, staring directly into Tyler’s eyes as he penetrated his body again and again. Tyler didn’t look away, and Tim’s emotions rose with the impending climax. Though he wasn’t confident he could follow through, he whispered, “I’m not blowing it ‘til you do. I wanna see your face.”
“You wanna watch me come?”
“Fuck yes, I wanna watch you.” They were both speaking through heavy breaths, each on the cusp. “I wanna see your face and look in your eyes the moment you blow your load. That too intimate for you?” Tim emphasized the word with a palm-twist around the head of Tyler’s dick.
Tyler hissed, lashes fluttering. “Maybe,” he huffed. “It’s pretty intimate.”
“You’ve got your ankles wrapped around my neck. That’s pretty damn intimate too.”
Laughing, Tyler’s brows pinched when Tim hit his prostate hard. “That’s debatable,” he gasped. “There are varying degrees of intimate.”
“Shut up and come.” Tim fucked him faster, nailing his prostate and tugging and twisting his cock. “Come for me right fucking now, Tyler. And don’t look away.”
Tyler took in a gasp of air, shuddered, then exploded. Hot fluid shot from his cock, painting his stomach and drenching Tim’s fist. His eyes stayed locked on Tim’s as his mouth opened wide, like a silent scream.
“That’s it,” Tim huffed. “Holy shit, look at you.”
Tyler’s neck flushed as he peaked, and Tim watched his face through all of it, until it triggered his own orgasm and he couldn’t hold back. Not giving Tyler a chance to think about what was ‘too intimate’ or any of that nonsense, Tim captured his mouth with his as he rode the bliss, kissing him with all the passion he felt inside.
Their lips finally parted as Tim came down from the orgasm. At some point Tyler’s legs had unhooked from around his neck and fallen back to the mattress. Tyler had his arms wrapped around Tim’s back, holding him close, bodies flush together. Then there was only the sound of his own heartbeat, gradually slowing, along with their quiet breathing. The scent of sex and sweat and floral soap. Perfect, contented bliss.
Cautious and cynical, Tim expected Tyler to break the bliss and wriggle free at any moment, but he didn’t move.
And neither did Tim, even as his cock softened and slipped out he continued to hold Tyler close, content to never move again. Let their sweat and Tyler’s cum dry and fuse them together like glue, Tim didn’t care. He felt too good to imagine anything better than this, so fuck it, let an asteroid hit the house now. He was fine with it. He’d lived a good life, and this was a satisfactory ending.
Then came the crying...but it wasn’t either of them this time. Through the window, outside, somewhere in the back yard, the high-pitched squall of an infant. Tim’s fantasy of lying forever in Tyler’s arms dissipated in a flash as they both disengaged from each other and sprang off the mattress. “Is that in your back yard?”
“That’s the sound,” Tim said as they both went to the window. “I mean, I know babies all sound kind of the same when they cry, but I swear that’s the exact sound I kept hearing up on the mountain.”
Peering through the glass, they studied the back yard, but saw nothing. The baby’s cry still wailed like a siren, somewhere close by. At the far end of his lawn, a copse of trees formed an entrance to the beach beyond, the pale sand and gray-blue of the water visible.
“How close are your neighbors?” Tyler asked.
“Not too far. About a quarter-acre between houses, one on either side.”
“They got kids?”
“No. But everyone in the village walks the beach. Could be a family down there.”
Tyler looked at him. “It sounded closer than that. I want to go outside and check.”
Tim nodded, feeling more panicked the longer he heard that infant’s incessant wailing. “Can’t be the same thing I heard on the mountain though, can it? I mean...down here? This is my home for Christ sakes. That’s gotta be a real baby. Right?”
“I don’t know.” Surprising him, Tyler grabbed Tim’s face and gave him a quick, hard kiss. “Get dressed, we’ll figure it out,” he said, and went scrambling for his clothes.
Tim smiled. The kiss still burned as he cleaned up and got dressed.
Ten minutes later, he and Tyler were standing on the beach beyond his yard. Way down the beach to their left, closer to the amusement park, they did see a cluster of what looked like children playing. But though the infant’s cry had ceased now, it had definitely not been coming from that far away.
Tim walked around the area, then spent some time checking the surrounding woods, just to be sure. Tyler stepped up behind him. “Anything?”
“Not that I can see. I just wanted to double-check, on the off-chance that was a real baby abandoned out here.”
“Sure sounded like a real baby to me.”
“Yeah, I know,” Tim said. “But it always does. Up on the mountain in the dark of night, sounds exactly like a real baby. Fuck. Why does it have to be a crying baby? That’s like the creepiest sound in the world. If someone’s doing it on purpose just to scare me, they’re an asshole.”
“Why would someone want to scare you, though?”
“I don’t know, Tyler! I don’t know what the deal is. I thought that’s what you were here to help me figure out.”
“I’m working on it. But we shouldn’t assume the baby’s cry is intended to scare you. It could have another purpose.”
“Like what?”
“Well, it managed to lure us out of the house just now, didn’t it? And managed to lure you out of the station up on the mountain you said.”
“That’s what you think? That something’s trying to lure me?”
“Maybe someone...or something just wants to see you. You’re the forest ranger and a decent human being, so of course you’re always going to go outside and check it out if you hear a baby crying. Especially in the woods up on the mountain at night.”
“You think someone’s faking a baby cry to lure me out so they can...see me.”
“It’s one possibility. Another is they’re luring you outside for a more nefarious purpose. Perhaps they ultimately intend to kill you or abduct you.”
“That’s great, Tyler. If you think you’re being helpful by sharing that idea with me you’ve got a lot to learn about regular people.”
“I’m sorry.” Tyler winced. “It’s just the way we’d theorize it back at headquarters, if there’s a chance it might be non-terrestrial. We go worst-case scenario first. I forget
sometimes you’re not...used to this kind of thing.”
“No, Tyler, I’m not. I’m just an average guy who responds badly to casual conversation about my potential abduction and murder. Go figure.”
“I’m sorry. We should get over to Nolan and Elliot’s place. Maybe they’ll have some answers for us.”
Tim nodded. “Okay, good idea. Let’s go.”
“Can I drive?”
“You think I’m too hysterical to drive again?”
“No. I just prefer to drive.”
Tossing Tyler the keys, Tim said, “Sure. Take the wheel, Tyler. On everything.”
“You trust me now?”
Tim laughed as they headed back around the house toward the driveway. “Do I have a choice? I either trust you or I handle shit on my own. And I think we both know I’m not capable of handling stuff on my own.”
When they reached the truck, Tyler muttered, “You handled me just fine in bed.”
“Excuse me, what was that?”
Smirking, Tyler unlocked the truck. “Nothing.”
Tim hopped in, and once they were on the road, he said, “Did you actually just make a flirty comment?”
“No.”
“No? Sure sounded like it to me.”
“Just a fact.”
“A fact that I handled you just fine. In bed.”
“Yep.”
“So no complaints then?”
“Nope.”
“Can we do it again?”
“Why would we?” Tyler said. “We made a new memory. Didn’t we? Fixed the problem.”
“Yeah.” Tim laughed. “Got a confession for you, Tyler.”
“What’s that?”
“I never had a problem keeping the old memory. I just wanted to fuck you again.”
Tyler didn’t respond, but when Tim glanced over, he could see his cheeks dimpling the way they did when he was suppressing a grin. That was a satisfying enough reply.
When they got to the house, Nolan stepped out onto the porch, dark hair tied back in a loose bun, expression grim.
“Hey,” Tyler said. “Baz here?”
“Not yet,” Nolan said. “Should be soon.” He glanced at Tim. “Patterson. How you doing?”
“Not so good now that I’ve seen that look on your face.”
“Got some good news and bad news.”
Tim’s steps slowed. “What is it?”
“Cleaned up the station footage, and I’ve caught a clear visual of something coming out of the woods. That’s the good news.”
“What’s the bad news?” Tyler asked.
“I have no idea what the hell it is.”
Chapter Eight
Tim still wasn’t used to seeing Elliot and Nolan living somewhat luxuriously. Before their wedding they’d each had modest, oversized cottages on the lake, much like Tim’s current abode. But now he stood in a movie room on their second floor, a giant viewing screen on the wall, leather recliners lined up in rows, industrial popcorn machine and full bar in the corner. Shortly after the two were gifted the mountainside home by their boss, Tim recalled running into Elliot in town, and he’d said “Oh the house is so big, I don’t know how I’m ever going to adjust.” He’d adjusted pretty damn quick. The place had personal touches everywhere, a blend of Nolan’s stoic masculinity and Elliot’s more offbeat flair. This room especially reeked of Elliot’s taste, with framed posters of old gore films and obscure rock musicals.
Tim wished they were about to watch an old gore movie, or just about anything other than whatever Nolan was setting up to show them. This was like being trapped in his own horror film, waiting to see what was lurking in the woods. But with this crew, there was a business-as-usual vibe, like this was all just a blip on the radar, and they’d seen worse. And they probably had seen worse, but this was Tim’s first alien threat so it was kind of a big deal to him.
At least Tyler seemed to get it. He’d been staying close to Tim, a silent presence. Tim appreciated Tyler’s support, but he mostly appreciated that Tyler was a distraction. Even as amped up and nervous as he was, Tim’s eye kept being drawn by Tyler, unable to stop staring at the curve of his body in that tight red tee shirt, his ass in those jeans, that gorgeous, bitable neck. Plain old lust and horniness—that was the most helpful distraction of all, and Tyler was providing it in spades, whether he knew it or not.
“Okay, everyone here?” Nolan looked up from the computer he’d set up at the front of the room. “Where the hell are JT and Elliot? Elliot!”
“Yeah.” Elliot stuck his head into the room from the hallway.
“Is Baz here yet?”
“He just got here. He brought you some of those gross hybrid munchies.”
“Well, put them away and get everyone up here,” Nolan said. “We’ve got work to do.”
“Yes, dear,” Elliot said, then scooted out of the room.
Tim stiffened, then suddenly Tyler was there, grabbing his arm. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”
“I should have given you more weed before we got here. It’s probably worn off since we spent so much time...talking.”
Smiling, Tim nodded. “In my opinion the talking was worth it.”
“Really, though. You’re good?”
“I’m nervous Tyler, but I don’t think I’ll freak out. I’m fine. But I shouldn’t admit that, because I do like you clinging onto me like this.”
Tyler glanced at his own hand where he gripped Tim’s arm, then let go. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I like you touching me,” Tim said softly, so Nolan wouldn’t overhear.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Tyler feigned interest in examining the posters on the wall. “Now’s not the time for flirting,” he mumbled.
“With you, it’s always the time,” Tim said. “So get over it.”
Rolling his eyes, Tyler tried to hide a smile as he turned away. Tim enjoyed that he could make Tyler shy with his flirting. At least he knew it affected him. Getting to know Tyler more intimately made Tim feel like he was privy to something top-secret, but it had nothing to do with aliens or national security—Tyler was not the robot everyone thought he was. There was someone inside there, and Tim felt privileged he was starting to get a glimpse.
“Nolan,” a raspy voice came from the doorway. “I bring those thing you like.”
“Put them in the kitchen, Baz,” Nolan said. “Then get your narrow ass in here, I want to get this going.”
“Yes. Okay.”
“Jesus Christ,” Nolan muttered. “These idiots are acting like it’s a damn party.”
Tim turned just in time to see Baz leave the room, a whirl of long white hair, a tall body ducking to fit under the doorway. Shit. He really is here.
“Hey.” Tyler said. “Why don’t we go introduce you to Baz before Nolan runs the footage. Bite the bullet and get it over with, yeah? If you think you’re good with that.”
Tim took a deep breath. “Yeah, okay. That’s a good idea. Let’s get it over with.”
“You’ll be fine,” Tyler said. “He’s not intimidating at all, I promise.”
“Hey, where you two going?” Nolan asked as they started out of the room.
“I’m going to introduce Tim to Baz,” Tyler said. “They’ve never formally met.”
“Shit. That’s right.” Nolan walked over. “I didn’t even think of that, Patterson, I’m sorry. Want me to go with you? Make introductions?”
“Um...” Tim glanced at Tyler, who had his blank-face on. But Tim was getting better at reading that face, and suspected Tyler would see it as an insult if he accepted Nolan’s offer for accompaniment now. After all the time and prep Tyler had given him, it would be a slap in the face. “Nah, I think we’ve got it, Nolan, thanks anyway. Tyler knows Baz, he’ll introduce me.”
“Yeah, okay.” Nolan slapped Tim’s arm. “Go say hi. Then drag everyone back in here with you so we can get started.”
“All right.”
Tyler w
alked ahead of Tim out of the room, then down a flight of stairs. As they turned toward the kitchen, he whispered, “Ready for this?”
Tim nodded. “I am.”
“Good. Remember what I said. If you need out, squeeze my hand.”
He was tempted to ask if he could squeeze Tyler’s ass instead. And the fact that he could even be thinking of making a joke right now told him he actually would be all right. Just having Tyler with him created a calming effect.
Voices emanated from the kitchen, where they found Elliot and JT on either side of Baz, all three standing at the island while Baz’s long white fingers unrolled what looked like wax paper with a bundle of short sticks inside. “So gross,” Elliot said.
“It is not,” JT said. “You’re just too delicate and picky. You barely even like any human food.”
“Human or alien, I like food that doesn’t smell like vomit.”
“Ellytot shut up,” Baz said. “Bad manners.”
JT cackled. “That’s Elliot’s middle name.”
Tim stopped just inside the kitchen doorway, timidly examining the hybrid. Baz was indeed shockingly tall up close, pin-straight hair parted down the middle, high forehead and chalk-white face. The cleft at the end of his nose was something Tim hadn’t noticed before. The facial bone structure was more delicate than Tim remembered, even from the brief glimpse the night of the wedding party before he’d run out of there in a panic.
There was definitely a lot about Baz that screamed alien, but he could also see that this creature was part-human. Despite the height and snow-white skin, his plump lips and sharp cheekbones could have belonged to any high-fashion model in a magazine. The chin was extra-long, neck very thin, but ignoring certain anomalies, Baz could have been just a tall, strange-looking guy.
Of course, his head was down at the moment, and Tim couldn’t see those kaleidoscope-eyes, so the ‘just a guy’ assessment would likely change. But Baz was definitely less intimidating than Tim remembered, especially with the clothing—jeans and a beige baggy sweater. The casual human attire relaxed Tim, but only for a moment, because then Tyler spoke, drawing the alien’s attention.
