by Kira Stone
Baen looked to Airk. “Can you handle a daisy chain?”
“I won’t be a weak link, if that’s what you mean.” Airk ran the flat of his hand over Gavin’s belly, chasing the heat that had pooled there into his groin. “How does that sound to you?”
“Like heaven.”
“Then you’ve only seen the Promised Land through the pearly gates,” Baen replied with a wide grin. “We’re going to have to take you on the grand tour so you know what you’re missing.”
“But not today,” Airk added.
Gavin expected them to squabble over who’d suck who. They didn’t. Not even so much as a huffy glare. It was as if they’d done this so often that their roles were pre-determined. Airk settled low across Gavin’s thighs, careful to avoid the site of his handiwork. Baen’s baby blue body made up the third side of their sexual triangle. He put his head on Airk’s hip and positioned his groin within easy reach of Gavin’s mouth. They didn’t move though. It was… unsettling.
“What?” he asked them.
“You have this weird look on your face,” Baen said. “Are you sure this is really want you want?”
“Yeah, I want this.” His brain might be distracted, but his dick certainly wasn’t. If he didn’t come soon, his chance of regaining sanity of any sort was as dead and gone as the dodo.
“Then why do you look so unhappy?” Baen pressed.
Cute as the blue man was, it was the look of concern on Airk’s strong face that compelled Gavin to answer. “You two seem to have this routine down. I was wondering if this was part of the Welcome Package you gave to all guests.”
Airk and Baen exchanged startled glances. Baen then sat up and planted a loud, smacking kiss on Gavin’s lips. “I think someone’s jealous.”
“We don’t have many guests,” Airk replied. “You’re our first in… oh… a couple years, at least. And, our first human ever.”
Gavin relaxed into Baen’s easy, though damp, embrace and put his arms around the blue man’s waist. Was it a trick of the sunlight, or did he look another shade darker than he had just a few minutes ago? “Then you guys must know each other pretty well.”
Baen started to say something, but Airk verbally stomped over him. “The island isn’t that big, and we all know each other, sometimes better than we’d like. I think what’s bothering you is more a result of that -- knowledge we take for granted.”
“See,” Baen said, drawing Gavin’s attention back to him, “I’m adjustable. Doesn’t matter what size works for you. I can shift around a bit of water to make my cock fit just right. No pain, no choking, no worries.”
Okay, that made sense. “But what about Airk? Why didn’t he have a say in the giving and receiving?”
Airk cleared his throat. “Okibi’s perfume. I’m not sure how it’ll affect you.”
“I kissed you without any problem,” Gavin reminded him.
“Mouth to mouth is a little different than cock to throat. Her perfume is formulated to turn mediocre sex into a religious experience. With so much of it in my system, I don’t want to risk you getting sick on my cum.”
Baen picked up the next question automatically. “I have an internal filter. Think of me as a walking water purifier. So if I OD on lust, I can purge it pretty easily. Satisfied?”
No, but he very much wanted to be. Starting right now. “With the explanation, yes. With this…” He pointed to his straining erection. “No.”
Airk, still stretched out on the ground perpendicular to Gavin, leaned forward. “I believe that’s mine.”
He closed his lips over the purpled head. Just the tip, with just his lips. Gavin immediately lifted his hips, only to bang his cock into Airk’s teeth. Gavin let out a groan of frustration.
“Play time. I think I’ll join him.” Baen hesitated though. On a soft sigh, he added, “Airk looks so cute when he does that.”
Gavin could only agree as he watched Baen run his hands over Airk’s abdomen. Baen licked the length of Airk’s cock with what had to be cool wetness over hot skin. Gavin was surprised he didn’t see steam as a result. It did, however, produce a tremor that made itself felt in the shaking of Airk’s body wherever it touched Gavin.
Time to complete the missing link.
Gavin turned slightly, careful not to knock Airk out of the way. Baen propped his leg up, giving Gavin complete access to his body. Gavin surrounded the base of the blue shaft with one hand. He tugged on it in an easy rhythm. Not too tight, not too fast. It was important to him to give the maximum amount of pleasure possible, and to do that he had to test the waters, so to speak. First slow, then steadily increasing until he got the desired response. He’d never enjoyed the scientific process of trial and error more.
Airk stretched out his wings. They formed a privacy shield around their connected bodies. The movement didn’t break his concentration though. He worshiped Gavin’s cock with the single-minded intensity of one who is truly happy in his task. And he was damn good at it too. Just the right amount of suction. It curled his toes and set loose something wild in his blood.
Perhaps later he could blame that uninhibited feeling for the way he practically swallowed Baen’s erection in one mighty gulp. Self-lubricating with the same dampness that permeated all of his skin, it slid down the back of Gavin’s throat with ease. He swallowed repeatedly, sucking a trickle of salty fluid from Baen, until black spots floated before his eyes. Then he only retreated far enough to draw air into his starving lungs.
Baen’s mouth left Airk’s cock with an audible pop. “Thank Poseidon, you came up for air. You’re about to drain me dry.”
Airk groaned around Gavin’s cock as he lifted his hips with impatience.
“Lick and rub, don’t suck,” Baen pleaded as he lowered his head to Airk’s rock solid erection. “Otherwise ‘the little death’ will turn into a big one.”
Gavin certainly didn’t want that to happen. He returned to his gentle stroking, and dedicated his tongue to lashing the underside of Baen’s balls. That seemed to work better, for soon the blue male was rocking in a deliberate quest for satisfaction.
A few minutes of everyone’s dedicated attention triggered the desired result. Orgasms ripped through their linked bodies in a perfect chain reaction. Gavin came first, his seed spilling out in bursts. Spasms wracked his whole body, his surging blood turning into a fountain of pleasure.
As his climax continued, he was dimly aware of the same tremors shaking apart Baen’s body. Sticky, cool fluid cascaded over his pumping hand. Not much of it, but enough to consider the job done. Then, as Gavin and Baen were starting to come off the hormonal high, Airk keened like a seagull. His wings contracted, almost jerking himself out of Baen’s reach. Baen used both hands to cling to Airk’s thighs. Another flex of his wings had him bouncing both men against the ground.
When the last of the tremors faded, Airk and Baen separated, the whole somehow diminished by returning to its component parts.
Baen was the first to recover the power of speech. “You nearly knocked me out!”
Airk rolled over to sit up, his wings carefully held above the ground. “It’s been a while. I got carried away. Sorry.”
“Guys? Want to explain a few things to me? Like why draining you is a bad thing and if the effect of the perfume is what caused me to have the best orgasm of my life?”
“Ask the bird brain over there about the second question. He seems to be the expert on Okibi’s essence.” Baen looked around for his discarded shorts. “As to the other, I’m a creature of water. Kind of like an intelligent sponge. You drain me of water, there’s not much left. Painful as hell too.”
Another piece of the biological puzzle that was Baen dropped into place. “That’s why you’re getting darker. Water is evaporating or whatever, and you’re getting denser, smaller, as a result.”
“Yep. I need to go for a swim. Soon.”
“I have some eggs about to hatch. I need to check on ’em,” Airk added.
The silence was
thicker than the morning fog as they donned their discarded clothing. Gavin didn’t feel so much awkward as he did reflective. He’d just had sex with two near total strangers. Very sexy strangers, but strangers all the same. They weren’t even human. Whether or not it happened under the influence of some hallucinogenic drug besides the phoenix’s perfume -- though Gavin freely admitted he’d wanted to have sex with them -- had yet to be determined. That was going to require some serious contemplation before he could work out his feelings. He suspected the other two were wrestling with different but no less weighty issues.
“I don’t think I’m up to much walking around,” Gavin admitted. “Any objection to postponing the inspections until tomorrow?”
“When and where?” Airk asked him.
“Let’s meet here.” It was neutral territory. The best basis for any investigation to start. “First light, I think. That way, we have all day if we need it.”
“Tomorrow, sunrise. Got it,” Baen said.
Airk murmured in agreement. “See you then.”
Gavin watched as they departed, one for the deep sea and the other into the cloudy sky. When they had totally vanished from view, he returned to his small, lonely camp wondering what new experiences, both bad and good, tomorrow might bring.
Inter-Office Communication II
To: John Stubbs, Operations Manager, RC Aphrodisiacs Home Office
From: Gavin McNye, Wetlands Specialist
Date: August 16, 2006, 08:31 PM
Subject: Re: Habitat Contamination
I initiated discussion with Baen and Airk. A cursory inspection of the general area reveals no obvious contamination issue. A detailed inspection of both the Fishery Division and the Avian Rehabilitation Center are scheduled for tomorrow.
PS -- Due to some rather unsettling events that happened this morning, I’ve ordered a tox screen on my own blood and sent it to our in-house lab for analysis. Should I find illegal chemicals in my system, consider our contract null and void.
* * *
To: Gavin McNye, Wetlands Specialist
From: John Stubbs, Operations Manager, RC Aphrodisiacs Home Office
Date: August 16, 2006, 08:42 PM
Subject: Re: Habitat Contamination
Keep me informed. Include a preliminary cleanup estimate, if applicable.
* * *
To: Manx, Chief Security Officer
From: John Stubbs, Operations Manager, RC Aphrodisiacs Home Office
Date: August 16, 2006, 08:45 PM
Subject: Gavin McNye
Gavin McNye suspects doping. Blood sample has been sent to a mainland lab for analysis. Intercept package and continue mild, short-term sedation with extreme caution. We cannot afford another PR nightmare this fiscal year.
Chapter 4 -- Compromise
After the inspections, they returned to Gavin’s camp to discuss their findings. The mood seemed somber for a bunch that hadn’t been able to find so much as one minor EPA violation in either environment. Airk had cleared his aviary of wrongdoing; Baen proved his ability to successfully manage such an important division of the business. Then why weren’t they elated?
Gavin gathered driftwood among the rocks lining the breakwater. After all the day’s activity, his injured leg ached. However, Airk couldn’t fly until his wings were dry, and Baen would just get the wood wet if he tried to carry it. That left the job to Gavin.
When he brought back an armload to camp, the two men were still sitting in silence. Baen seemed comfortable in a fish breeding tub he’d brought with him when he arrived that morning. Now filled with seawater, it kept him from having to run off for frequent baths. Airk, however, seemed much less comfortable trying to sit on Gavin’s nylon chair, but at least it kept him off the ground so he could spread his wings to dry.
Gavin made a mental note to sit upwind of him. The smell of wet feathers wasn’t exactly pleasant.
The fire started with ease. Soon it was sending a radiating heat. Baen moved his mobile swimming pool back to the edge of the light, and Gavin cursed himself for forgetting how the heat would accelerate his dehydration. He scrambled around for some small rocks and banked that side of the fire so it wasn’t quite so warm.
Finally, having seen to his guests’ needs, Gavin dropped to the ground halfway between the two men and tried to let his body relax.
“What do we do now?” Baen asked him.
He looked at Gavin as if he expected him to have all the answers. Gavin wished like hell that he did. “Running the samples through the lab will tell us what’s there and what’s missing on a microscopic level.”
Airk adjusted the spread of his wings. “I did a bit of that weeks ago, when we first noticed the problem. Didn’t turn up a thing.”
“Where did you send the samples? Do you still have the results?” That kind of information could be invaluable in sorting this kind of thing out. Change over time would help to pinpoint where and how the contamination was bleeding into Rookery Cove’s coastal waters.
“In my office. I’ll get them for you as soon as I can fly.”
Silence again drifted over them. Wind off the water was picking up, and Gavin was starting to get cold. He’d changed into dry clothes -- jeans and a flannel shirt -- as soon as they returned from the fishery, but he may as well have been naked for all the protection it gave him. He brought his knees up and hugged them to his chest.
“Your water recycling system is impressive,” Baen said to Airk. His tone was light but wary, as if he wasn’t sure what kind of response it would receive.
Gavin recognized it as the proverbial olive branch. They’d been dancing around it all day, once it was clear that no one was using illegal methods to go about their daily business. He could imagine the hurt words and accusations that had been flung between them. They needed to open up to each other, talk honestly so they could put this animosity behind them for good. For reasons he didn’t want to examine too closely, it was important to him that these two patched up the rift that divided them. As if by making their relationship whole, it would somehow patch up the gaping emptiness within himself.
“You’re doing a pretty good job yourself. I hear management’s been impressed with the way you streamlined the fish oil production,” Airk replied carefully.
“I learned a lot by watching you.”
“You were watching me?”
“Well, duh! You are a hunk of a flyer, after all.” Baen rolled his eyes. “We may have broken up, but I still think you’re the hottest thing on two wings.”
Airk flushed at that, then looked over at Gavin to explain. “You may have gathered that Baen and I meant a little more than merely fuck buddies as I claimed earlier.”
“I suspected the two of you had a rather intense history.” What he didn’t know was if they had a future, and if he could possibly be a part of it if they did.
One sexual experience did not become a lifelong relationship overnight, but Gavin found himself becoming increasingly curious about what it’d be like to stick around once his assignment was over. If Baen and Airk even wanted him to stay.
“Why did the two of you split up? It seems like you have a lot in common, and I know for a fact that sex wasn’t the problem.”
Baen wrinkled his ultra-smooth forehead in thought. “You know, I’m not really sure.”
Airk suddenly became very absorbed in the task of separating his damp feathers so they’d dry faster. “I don’t think it was any one specific thing, really. We kind of just drifted apart.”
It was really none of his business, Gavin reminded himself. Just cause they’d invited him to participate in releasing the pent up frustration caused by Okibi’s perfume didn’t mean he had a standing invitation to their beds or their hearts. No matter how much he might want one.
The silence stretched out, punctuated only by the snaps and crackles of burning firewood. Airk seemed caught up in his preening. Baen, in his tub, seemed to have slipped into a light doze. Left to his own devices, Gavin started
to separate the samples they’d taken and catalogue them.
“I guess we should let you get on with your tests.” Despite the words, Airk didn’t look very eager to break up the meeting.
Though the effect of Okibi’s perfume seemed to have worn off, a bit of plain old sexual fireworks had kept them warm throughout the day. Gavin wondered if they’d be expecting a repeat of the previous day. If so, they were doomed to disappointment. He was tired of sating himself on half rations. He wanted to be well and truly fucked. By both of them. And only them.
“You two run the cleanest operations I’ve ever seen. I doubt the results will tell me little I missed with my own eyes. I’ll run the samples anyway, just to make sure.”
Baen roused himself out of his nap. “Need any help?”
Gavin shook his head. “I appreciate your offer, but the field lab is set up in that small tent. There’s barely room for one.”
Silence fell over the small group again. Each one occasionally sneaking glances at the other two. For a second, Gavin felt like he was back in high school, a boy too shy to tell another soul he wanted to do more than share a sandwich at lunchtime.
To hell with that. Just because they were a little… unusual… wasn’t a reason to keep to himself. If he wanted their company -- and he did, in many ways -- there was no reason not to ask them for what he wanted. The worst they could say was no, right?
Gavin cleared his throat to get their attention. “This stuff can sit for a while though. What do you say we take another stab at The Mating Game?”
The stunned silence was broken by Baen’s bark of laughter. “The Mating Game? I’ve never heard sex called that before.”
The firelight licked his damp, blue skin. Gavin wished it were his tongue instead. “Would you prefer I say ‘wanna fuck’ instead?”
“Anything that gets my hands on your body works for me.” Baen stood up, not quite reaching his full height which meant despite soaking in the tub he was already a little dehydrated from the fire.
