Koit bit his lip. Keep his eyes open. Not hard, right? He could totally do that. But, participate. Jon didn't expect--
"Just keep looking at me." Jon's voice went slightly breathy as he leaned forward and rested his hands on the bed on either side of Koit's hips. "You can talk a little, too, if you want. Moan. I like sounds."
Koit was normally pretty quiet so far as sounds went, so Jon wasn't really going to get that part. He just watched instead, taking note of the details. Jon's tight shirt rode higher as he moved, just a little with each movement, bunching up under Jon's pecs. Jon's cheeks had a purplish tinge, red blood and blue skin combining to make a unique color.
His cock rocked up and down in empty air, purplish and hard and even leaking a little. What would it feel like? Soft? Hard? Similar to his own, or... No, he wasn't thinking that, and besides, Jon was going faster, taking hold of his own cock now, head going back as he moaned.
"God, your cock is so... just so... I'm so full... feels so..." On and on, until Koit became suddenly aware of the tight heat in his stomach, the impending orgasm, and couldn't stammer out a warning in time, but it looked like Jon could feel it. Feel it. What would it feel like? What--
Jon came not half a minute later, moaning again as he shot semen on Koit's artfully ripped shirt.
That was it.
Koit found himself almost disappointed once Jon was dressed and gone. It wasn't like he'd been looking for a boyfriend or something, he'd just wanted to--and he supposed he had, but did it have to be so cold? Really? No talk, no connection other than physical attraction.
So fucking weird. But at least this way he could tell Sera he'd done it and she'd quit fucking bothering him about it. For that alone, he decided it had been worth it.
Sera flopped down next to him on the couch in the common area. "I didn't see you when I went home last night."
Koit felt incredibly justified that he could look down at her and say, "It wasn't that good," and not be lying at all.
She shifted, putting her legs over the arm of the couch and her head in Koit's lap. "Should I not even bother with the details?"
Koit lowered his voice. "He blew me and then rode me. That's it."
Sera whistled, shaking her head. "So, going to try again?"
"Oh, sure," Koit said, looking skyward for a moment as he shook his head, then looked back down at Sera. "It was so good this time that I'm just aching for it to happen again, don't you know."
"You don't have to be an ass about it." She poked his stomach lightly. "Any good messages from the website?"
Oh, fuck.
"That's a yes," she said smugly, the curve of her lips matching her tone.
"He was a fucking jerk."
The smirk stayed firmly in place. "And you're not?"
Point. Koit sighed. "Look, I already told him off; I can't take that back. Someone else will pop up."
Or not, hopefully.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your cock is splendid
Fuck my throat til I spew
Koit stared at the e-mail. It wasn't written in netspeak, and yet... it was the mental image, he was fairly sure. Some hapless guy--who looked remarkably similar to Jon, even two weeks after the encounter--with his mouth open and his throat relaxed, improbably taking every inch of Koit's cock.
Koit wrote back,
You deserve a chance just for the poem.
Then he had a wank because the mental image was doing wonderful things to his libido, and he wasn't about to pass that up. He came less than five minutes later, with that image still in mind: dark, worshipful eyes staring up at him as his fingers brushed over the stubble on the man's jaw.
The poet's name ended up being Kel, which was short for something long and complicated and entirely unimportant, he said. He was full Hume, too--familiar territory again, even if Koit was used to the females instead of males.
"Should we go out or stay in?" he asked, as the two of them sat in the common room in Kel's dorm: Clarke. Not close enough to be touching, although Kel was leaning forward with his hands on his knees, looking intently at Koit.
The proximity only made him vaguely uncomfortable, for reasons he wasn't going to examine too closely. "Stay in."
Kel's lips, which were full and wide, curled into a smile. "You don't have to tell me twice."
Following Kel up to the second floor felt surreal; he was already hard and his jeans shifted back and forth over length of his cock, the thin material of his boxers the only barrier to that friction.
"You haven't done this before," Kel said as he keyed in his passcode for his room. There was a slot for his student card, the same as Koit's dorm.
Koit was distracting himself, pointedly not paying attention because he really didn't want to talk about his lack of experience. He swallowed, hoping that his silence was answer enough.
Kel laughed softly, looking over his shoulder. His blue eyes spelled mischief, but Koit followed him anyway. He didn't mind mischief as long as it got him off in the end.
The bed was already folded down out of the wall, too, taking up most of the space in the small dorm room that looked much like his. "Are you really a poet?" Koit thoughtfully eyed Kel's handscreen where it lay on his otherwise bare desk. It was off, no bright screen to help Koit's curiosity.
"Sometimes." Kel sat down on his bed, toeing off his shoes and pulling his socks off. He wiggled his toes in the cool, recycled air. "Did you honestly agree to this so we could discuss my poetry skills?"
Well, no, Koit thought, and sat uncertainly at the foot of the bed, straddling the corner. But he wasn't sure how to start, now that he was here; Kel wasn't as forward as Jon had been.
"You really are beautiful when you look so utterly uncertain. It's something about the Shterpi features, I think." Kel tilted his head, like he was considering, and Koit felt a bit like a piece of meat on display.
Koit squared his shoulders and opened his mouth to say something, but all at once came to a realization: Kel had a thing for non-humans. Possibly specifically for Shterpi. "Which is it that you like, the bald part or the scales?"
"Both," Kel said, his voice dropping low and husky as he scooted closer to Koit on the bed.
A little awkwardly, Koit put his arm around Kel's smaller form. Kel leaned up at the same time, and suddenly they were kissing. Soft, yielding, although Koit wasn't really kissing back. A niggling voice in the back of his head said, Just participate a little, would you?, and so Koit did, drawing Kel's body closer, opening his mouth and letting Kel thrust his tongue inside.
Kel groaned happily and crawled around onto Koit's lap in order to straddle him, pressing himself to Koit hip to chest. Koit's cock jumped at the friction, going from half-hard to aching in a matter of seconds as they continued to kiss. Heat and pressure and wetness and the whimpery noise Koit realized with a start was coming from his throat, not Kel's.
He broke the kiss without meaning to, eyes wide at his own reaction.
"What?" Kel's dark brows knitted together, mischief now the farthest thing from those blue eyes. "What did I do?"
Koit swallowed around the lump in his throat, smoothing his hand from the center of Kel's back down the gentle curve to the more substantial curve of Kel's ass. He didn't waver, didn't shy, grabbing intently and hoping... something. That Kel didn't care.
"Mmm, there'll be time for that later," Kel husked, and he leaned in for another kiss. This one was slower; Koit was determined not to be a whimpery little bitch, and he was probably thinking too much on it, but whatever, whatever. He kissed back and rubbed Kel's ass and rocked his hips up against the insistent pressure of Kel's body.
Kel's cock. He could feel it, pressing firmly against his lower stomach, but he couldn't quite make himself touch it, couldn't quite--Kel broke the kiss, and the mischief was back in his gaze. Koit smiled at him.
"I wasn't kidding about the part with you fucking my throat." Kel had color in
his cheeks as he said it, rocking of his body forward a little against Koit's. Such obvious eagerness.
Koit smoothed his hands over Kel's short hair, tracing the outer rim of his ear down to his jaw where the slightest amount of stubble poked through his skin. "Now? Just like that?"
"Yeah," Kel breathed more than said, mouth open as Koit brushed his thumb over his lip. Eagerly, Kel sucked it, eyes closing with delight at the chance. Even when he spoke again, it was around Koit's thumb, not daring to let it go even for a second. "'Less you have something better planned?"
He didn't, but there were logistics to think about. "What position works best?"
"Sixty-nine," Kel said without hesitation.
Somehow, he must have sensed Koit's sudden panic at the thought of sucking cock; he spit out Koit's finger and kissed him again. Not slow, but quick, hungry, bordering on desperate and with an expression that matched by the time he broke the kiss and panted out, "Please, please. I'll do whatever the fuck you want next time."
Koit didn't say who says there'll be a next time, but only because his mind was pleasure-clogged and Kel was obviously orally fixated and sucking cock couldn't really be that hard. Clothes--jeans, at least--were shed, and he obediently let Kel lay down on the bed and then crawled on top of him, straddling his face. Not leaning too far over him yet, though.
"God, that's gorgeous. Your cock." Kel matched intent with words, reaching up and guiding Koit's cock carefully to his mouth. It felt like being with a girl, actually, only the big difference was that Kel was somehow actually managing to get a good portion of Koit's cock into his mouth. A feat, to be sure.
And then Kel hummed around it, and Koit's eyes rolled back in his head. Delicious. He could totally do this, except he'd managed to look down and saw Kel's cock, so red and leaking precome, and the twin sensations of lust and revulsion were... weird.
"Can I fuck your mouth?" Koit asked, a little breathlessly.
Kel's only answer was a soft "mmmph" and to put his hands on Koit's hips and pull them forward, shoving more of Koit's cock down his throat. So much--shouldn't be possible to deep throat that much; surely he needed to breathe--but Koit experimentally rocked forward again and Kel's fingers dug into Koit's hips.
It was a fine balance, he soon discovered, to fuck Kel's throat while still allowing him to breathe. Kel had to take breaks, had to pant for breath and jack Koit off instead, and gasp something and wriggle his hips.
Koit made himself lean over all the way, made himself get down onto his elbows and at least get a closer look at Kel's cock. It was very non-threatening, moderate sized and smearing precome all over Kel's stomach. He touched, experimentally, but then Kel's mouth was around Koit's cock again and Koit could do nothing but rock his hips in and out, in and out, head back as he moaned out his pleasure.
It went on that way, throat-fucking and breaks and Kel encouraging Koit to touch his cock and Koit sort of doing it. He licked it once (salty, firm but soft); he wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few tugs. But always, always Kel wanted to continue and Koit wanted to get off far more than he wanted to learn about cock.
By the time he came, he was covered in sweat and had worked up to sucking just the glans and Kel... Kel swallowed like a dream, Koit's cock still down his throat, and that had to take practice, didn't it, swallowing with one's mouth open? Regretfully, Koit pulled out and sat back on the bed. "That was--"
"Aren't you going to suck me, too?" Kel asked, so fucking earnest that Koit wanted to... something.
It bothered him, though just a little, that he wasn't entirely sure what that something entailed. "I--no. I'm sort of, well, experimenting."
Kel's irritation smoothed away, and he reached down and wrapped his fingers expertly around his own cock. "Oh really? So if I jack off, will you watch?"
Yes, Koit thought; not trusting his voice, he nodded.
"Mmm. Watch closely, then." And Kel spit into his hand and wrapped it around the length of his cock once more, the other hand going down to cup his scrotum. It was a bit like patting one's head and rubbing one's stomach at the same time, Koit thought, but Kel did a fucking fantastic job, and Koit was squirming again by the end of the performance, as Kel licked his semen off of his hand.
"So. Any time you want to experiment a bit more, let me know. I'm all yours. Maybe next time we can record it or something."
Koit tried not to outright flee, but it felt like a retreat as he walked back to his own dorm and to his room and locked himself inside. His skin was crawling and he was sweaty and that had been so hot, but the idea of recording it or of tasting Kel's cock or-- Fuck. He didn't know.
And that was the scariest part of all: that looming not-knowing.
Maybe he'd figure it out if he kept experimenting.
"Don't you look chipper," Sera said the next morning in the gym. Exercise was essential to life in space, after all.
Koit didn't look anything of the sort. "Gossiping again?"
"With the boys in Clarke? Yes." Sera spoke between reps with the barbells. "They tell me the strangest things."
"Like what?" For a change, Koit didn't purposefully tune her out in favor of the clink and whir of the gears in the inclined leg press.
"Like you and Kel." Evidently finishing her set, Sera racked her barbells and walked over with her water bottle to sit on the floor next to Koit. "He's a nice catch-- smart, good in bed. Supposedly, anyway. I wouldn't know 'cause he doesn't do girls."
Ah, so that was her angle. Getting firsthand information out of him. "He sucked cock like a pro. I even got to fuck his throat."
Sera choked on her water. "Holy--" she cut off, coughing hoarsely.
"I've never been with anybody who could do that before." It was kind of like bragging, but then again, it was just statement of simple facts.
"No shit, man. That's... wow. Wow. Rumors of his prowess are not exaggerated, then."
"Not from what I've seen." That was smugness, but Koit didn't really care. It didn't matter if it was a guy; bagging someone that good in bed didn't happen very often, and Sera was just underscoring it.
Even if the whole thing had left him feeling decidedly unsettled in the stomach. Thinking of it brought back the feeling, the discomfort.
"You headed out?" Sera asked when he stopped doing reps.
Koit didn't look at her. "Yeah, I think I am."
"'Kay. Want me to set you up with some guys?"
Did it really show that much? Koit touched his face unconsciously but quickly put his hand back on the seat once he realized what he was doing. "I think I can find them on my own. Shterpi powers and all."
Koit dared a glance out of the corner of his eye; Sera was smiling broadly. "Good hunting, then."
"You and Trilla have fun," Koit shot back, and headed for the men's locker room.
"So four gay guys walk into a bar," the Hume guy said, his cheeks flushed with drink and his dark eyes catching Koit's. "But it's a busy night, so only one barstool is left." Koit reached out, brushing the backs of his knuckles over the back of the Hume's hand. Just a small tweak, just enough to make him smile a bit wider, lean a bit closer.
"So what did they do?"
"Well, one of the guys, he's a betting man. He says, 'Let's flip for it!' But one of the other guys, he doesn't much like the idea of sitting on the floor. So he says, he says, 'Nah, let's just flip it over.'"
He didn't actually have to force a laugh, because the idea of four guys on the four points of a barstool was hilarious. Also, he might be slightly drunk for once. But only slightly. Still, it only made what come after easier: "Do you want to come back to my dorm with me?"
"Fuck yes," the Hume said, and even picked up the bar tab.
It ended up being in large a repeat of the experience with Kel: a blowjob for Koit, though sadly lacking in deep-throating, and Koit refusing to do anything back. Only the Hume got angry in a way Kel hadn't, and stormed out with his prick still tenting his slacks.
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Whatever, Koit thought. He'd try reciprocation next time--if there was a next time--and stick with girls until then.
"So, like, we were all there, but the gear was gone. Just gone. We never did find it, and we ended up..."
Koit tried not to look too bored. It was difficult; the girl was tedious as fuck. Or as not fuck. He still couldn't decide whether he'd actually be screwing her or not; she was good-looking, but if she kept up this litany of stories that were only funny to the people who'd actually been there, he might have to scream.
"Koit?"
Oops, she noticed that he wasn't paying attention. Koit forced a smile. "Sorry, my mind's just wandering."
A coy smile worked its way onto her lips and she leaned closer, sliding two fingers into the collar of his shirt and pulling him down for a kiss. She wasn't a bad kisser, but she wasn't a good kisser, either. Just too damn timid for Koit's current mood. No fire in her, no zest, no oomph.
"Think that can keep your mind from wandering?"
He resisted the urge to sigh.
Lucky for him, his screen started vibrating in his pocket and chirping out its little Sera-is-calling song. Had to be the first time ever that he was glad to hear from her in the middle of a pick-up, although he'd lost count of the number of times she'd disturbed him at times like this. He made his apologies to the girl--still couldn't remember her damn name--and hightailed it out of the bar and into the sparsely populated corridor to answer her call.
"I interrupted." Sera didn't look or sound particularly sorry about it, either.
Koit was half-tempted to act annoyed, but he was too relieved to have gotten away from the girl to give that much of a fuck. "Yeah. What's up?"
Sera bit her lip, but she was smiling, so perhaps it was a good sort of lip-biting. "If you're willing to try it, I think I found a guy who's willing to go on a date with you."
Oh. Date. Right.
Reciprocation.
Some guy's cock in his mouth.
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