by Darien Cox
Elliot stretched, squinting at the sunlight leaking through the corner of the window shade. He rolled over and saw Nolan sleeping beside him. Oh thank God. I’m home. In my own bed. And Nolan’s here. Safe.
He’d had nightmares about attending Nolan’s funeral. Leaning over, he grabbed his phone off the end table and checked the time.
“What time is it?” Nolan mumbled, his arm wrapping around Elliot’s waist.
“Guess.”
“Hmm.” Nolan tugged Elliot’s back into his chest. “The sun was coming up when we finally got back to the village. We were both exhausted and…I almost died last night, so…I’m gonna say noon.”
“It’s just after one.”
“Cut the shit.” Nolan grabbed Elliot’s phone from him and squinted at the screen. “Damn.”
“Told you.” Elliot took his phone back, about to check messages when Nolan snatched it from him and threw it across the room. “Hey!”
Nolan rolled on top of him. “We deserve a break.”
Elliot shivered at the press of Nolan’s weight on him. “Yeah, I suppose we do.”
Nolan was in boxers and a tee shirt. Elliot promptly peeled the tee shirt off. “Thought you slept naked? What’s with all these clothes?”
“I just collapsed when we got home. Could barely remember my name.”
Nolan kissed Elliot, hands gliding up his bare sides. Elliot melted into it, the silky warmth of Nolan’s thick, sculpted body on top of him. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” Nolan said, nipping his neck.
Elliot chuckled. “I’m only in my briefs.”
“Yeah, that’s too many clothes,” Nolan whispered and slid under the blanket, kissing and sucking down Elliot’s skin. Elliot threaded his fingers through Nolan’s hair, sighing as his cock came awake. Every touch from Nolan was still like an electric shock, stunning in its ability to turn him on.
Nolan’s thumbs hooked Elliot’s briefs and slowly slid them down. He licked his shaft then glided his body back up, all that hot skin brushing Elliot’s cock before pressing down as Nolan captured his mouth again. Elliot clung to him, lifting his hips and grinding against cotton. “Get naked,” he whispered. “I want you naked.”
Nolan pulled his lips back. “You get whatever you want.” He rolled over and slipped his boxers off. “You want to ride me? Suck me? Fuck me?” He rolled on top of Elliot again. “What. Ever. You. Want.” Nolan punctuated each word with a kiss, then his tongue slid into Elliot’s mouth.
Elliot’s hand reached over toward the dresser, feeling around while he relished in Nolan’s weight on him, Nolan devouring his mouth.
Nolan eased back with a grin. “Whatcha lookin’ for?”
“Lube.”
“Yeah? Whatcha gonna do with it?”
“I’m gonna rub it all over your dick so you can shove it in my ass.” Elliot’s lips curved in a satisfied grin when he felt Nolan’s boner swell double-sized.
“That’s what you want, huh?” Nolan’s pupils dilated, black spreading and blotting out the honey-brown of his iris.
“I want you right here.” Elliot’s hands glided over Nolan’s muscular arms. “Right here on top of me. Inside me. All over me. Breathing in my mouth. So I can feel how alive you are.”
Nolan’s eyes closed. “God, Elliot. So glad I’m alive for this. Where’s that fucking lube.” Nolan pushed up and tugged open the bedside drawer.
Elliot laughed underneath him, loving the feel of their cocks brushing together as Nolan stretched, reaching for the lube. Nolan found it and rose up on his knees, staring down at Elliot as he poured some into his palm. He grinned. “You like watching?” he asked as he coated his huge erection.
Elliot ran his fingers over Nolan’s abs, trailing down. “I like watching. And touching.” He took over for Nolan, who threw his head back when Elliot squeezed the head of his cock, fisting it and jerking him slowly. “Watching, touching, and fucking it.”
Nolan’s head fell forward and he smoothed his palms over Elliot’s chest, eyes trailing over his naked body. “Still gonna marry me?”
“Yep.”
“Let me fuck you every morning for the rest of my life?” His fingers made circles over Elliot’s ribs.
“Absolutely. You can start right now.” Elliot spread his thighs. “Get down here. Need your mouth. And your cock.”
Nolan fell forward, grinning as he stopped himself in pushup position, his dark hair hanging down. “I’m so mad I didn’t start fucking you years ago. What a waste.”
“Wouldn’t have been the same.” Elliot wrapped his legs around Nolan, digging his heels into his plump ass. “Wouldn’t have been like this.”
Nolan lowered his body down. “What’s like this?” he whispered.
“The perfect…oh shit,” Elliot gasped as Nolan’s cock slid into him. “The perfect fit.”
Nolan groaned, pushing up against him. “You got that right. Feel so fucking good.”
Elliot gripped his own calves and pulled them back, spreading himself open. “Fuck me deep. I want to feel it in my throat.”
Inhaling sharply, Nolan drove himself in deep. “God I love your dirty mouth,” he huffed, pulling out and sliding in again. “Can’t believe when we first met I…oh God you feel good.” His arms flexed as he propped up, eyes glazed with lust as he stared down at Elliot, fucking him hard and fast.
Elliot groaned when Nolan hit him just right inside, the pleasure so sharp his eyes nearly crossed. “When we first met what?” he whispered.
Nolan chuckled and lowered himself down, biting Elliot’s shoulder then licking up his neck. “When we first met I remember thinking you talked too much.”
Elliot laughed as Nolan drove into him. “Fuck you.”
“Fuck you. Don’t ever stop talking. Love all those nasty things you say.”
“Yeah? Blow your load inside me. I’m gonna clench so hard I’ll squeeze the cum right out of you.”
Nolan groaned, grabbing one of Elliot’s legs and fucking him hard and slow. “Fuck. I wanted to make this last. Was gonna make sweet, slow, morning-after-I-almost-got-killed love to you. Now all I wanna do it tear you apart.”
“Go faster. Like you were before. Fuck, I need it. Make me come, Nolan.”
Nolan let go Elliot’s leg and slid his arms under his shoulders, driving into him fast. Elliot held on, arms around Nolan’s muscular back, squeezing around his dick as the pressure built. “Oh God. Oh God. That’s it.”
“You like this?” Nolan whispered as he pumped his hips. “Fast enough for you?”
“I’m coming. I’m coming.” Elliot’s cock gushed hands-free, bolts of electric bliss shooting through him with each deep thrust of Nolan’s cock. He lost the power of speech, mouth open and panting as he rode the wave.
“Ah…Elliot…” Nolan bit down on Elliot’s shoulder as he came, rhythm changing to slow and hard, gathering Elliot into his arms and tight against his chest as he moaned.
Elliot laughed, pure joy spilling out of him as his climax ebbed and he felt Nolan’s hot fluid filling him. His hands slid down Nolan’s sweaty back and gripped his ass.
“Holy shit.” Nolan collapsed, head falling onto the pillow next to Elliot’s head. “That’s why I’m marrying you.”
“That’s the only reason huh?”
“No,” Nolan mumbled. “But that would be enough.”
Elliot slid out from under Nolan’s body. “Damn you’re heavy after you come.”
Nolan chuckled. “Figured I’d be lighter. Lost a lot of bodily fluids.”
“Come on.” Elliot slapped Nolan’s ass hard.
“Ouch!” Nolan looked up at him with sleepy eyes, cheeks flushed. “You ruined my afterglow.”
“We need to shower. Much as I like being covered in your jizz I feel the need to shower the stench of Ogden’s top secret bunker off me.”
“Yeah.” Nolan rolled over and climbed off the bed. “That reptilian kissed my forehead when we were leaving. With his weird…not-lips.”
“I had my face all over you just now, so if I grow scales you’re gonna too. You’re gonna grow a big reptilian dick.”
“Get in the shower.” Elliot slapped Nolan’s ass again.
“Ouch! Stop doing that. I’m not into spanking.”
“I can’t help it. It’s so perky.”
“I’m too big to be perky,” Nolan said as he started the shower.
After showering and drying off, they were just about to leave the bathroom when they heard knocking. Elliot paused, his hand on the doorknob. “Is that the front door?”
The sound came again, three soft knocks. Nolan shook his head, frowning. “That sounds like it’s coming from inside the house.”
“You think it’s Christian?”
“No way. Christian and JT will be busy at home banging their man friends.”
Elliot opened the bathroom door and paused, listening. The soft knock came again. “That’s my bedroom door.”
“What?”
Elliot started out of the room when Nolan grabbed his arm. “Let me go first.”
“Why? I’m not a damsel.”
“Just…shut up and let me go first.”
“Fine. Let’s go.”
Dressed only in towels wrapped around their waists, they crept down the hallway. Elliot’s bedroom door was closed. They both jumped when the soft knocking came again.
Nolan yanked the door open, then reeled back, bumping into Elliot.
Elliot stared over Nolan’s shoulder. Baz stood in his bedroom, dressed in a tight black jumpsuit, his huge eyes wary as they drifted over Elliot and Nolan. “Apology. Bad time?”
“Baz, what the hell?” Elliot stepped around Nolan. “What are you doing in my bedroom?”
“Apology. I cannot come through front door but did not want to frighten by just appear. So I come in here and knock.”
Nolan laughed as he stepped into the bedroom, dropping his towel. “Well then you’re stuck watching me get dressed.”
Baz glanced at Nolan, his eyes widening as he turned away. “Apology.”
“Why are you here?” Elliot asked.
“Need to speak with. Wait in other room?”
“Yeah.” Elliot smirked at Nolan, who was pulling on jeans. “That might be best.”
“Okay. Apology.”
Baz moved quickly out of the room, his long legs taking big strides.
Nolan snickered. “What the fuck?”
“You didn’t have to show him your ass like that! You embarrassed him.”
“Oh, please.” Nolan pulled on a tee shirt, then asked, “You have a sweatshirt I can borrow?”
“Yeah, grab that gray one right there.”
“Thanks.”
Elliot got dressed quickly. “What do you think he wants?”
“I don’t know,” Nolan said as he sat on the bed, pulling on shoes and socks. “But if he needs help saving more aliens, too bad. I’m not getting involved.”
Once dressed, they went out into the living room, finding Baz standing in the corner like a punished child. “Baz?”
Baz turned around, then smiled. “You are dressed. Good.”
“As are you.” Elliot walked a circle around Baz. “Slick black jumpsuit.”
“Yes. Is new. Got promotion.”
“Oh wow,” Nolan said. “That’s great, congrats. Um…not to diminish your promotion but…that jumpsuit is a little tight, isn’t it?”
“No, is comfortable,” Baz said. “Good material.”
“Comfort or not, Nolan has a point,” Elliot said. “I can see your Bowie-bulge.”
Baz frowned, long white lashes blinking. “My what?”
“He’s right, Baz.” Nolan pointed at Baz’s crotch. “You are full on Goblin King in that getup.”
“I do not underst…” Baz looked down at himself. “Oh.” He glanced up, shoulders hunching. “Too much show?”
“Hey, it’s your outfit, you wear what you want,” Elliot said.
“I request larger size when get back.”
Nolan laughed. “Probably a good idea. So what’s up?”
“You both have plan for next hour or maybe half of hour or maybe less or more but not much? Think won’t take much time but no exact.”
Nolan and Elliot glanced at each other. Nolan shrugged. “Sure,” Elliot said. “We’re free. What did you have in mind?”
“One of Whites would like to speak with you.”
“What?” Nolan and Elliot said simultaneously.
“Yes. Okay. Is unusual, I know.”
“Are we in trouble?” Nolan asked.
“Ah ah ah ah! No trouble. Just talk quick.”
“I thought the Whites didn’t speak English. And weren’t very…friendly.”
“Baz translate. To be okay. No to worry!”
“What does he…or she want to talk about?”
“Well you find out if you come with, okay? No to worry! No trouble.”
“I trust you. Elliot?”
“Sure.” Elliot nodded.
“Where though?” Nolan winced. “The base again? Will those electric spiders be there?”
“No to base.” Baz pointed at the ceiling. “Up.”
Elliot and Nolan were both silent for a moment. “Up where?” Elliot asked.
“Just to craft. Cannot see but over house right now.”
“There’s a spacecraft,” Elliot said. “Over my house. And you want to take us up there.”
“No to freak out. No big deal.”
“It’s kind of a big deal, Baz,” Nolan said.
“Okay. No to come? I tell them.”
“Whoa, whoa,” Elliot said. “Oh we’re coming. We just needed more than thirty seconds to process the information.”
“Okay.”
“So…” Nolan’s brow rose. “How do we do this?”
“You ready, come close to me. I take you.”
“Oh.” Elliot glanced at Nolan. “Are we…misting up there?”
“Ah ah! Yes. Misting up.”
“Shit,” Elliot said. “Maybe I should change. I hadn’t planned on meeting higher beings in a Ramones tee shirt.”
“No, no, you fine.” Baz waved a hand at them. “The Whites, so insulate. Know nothing human. Will think this is uniform.”
“Okay.” Elliot shrugged. “Ramones tee shirt it is.”
“Ready?”
“I guess.” Nolan took Elliot’s hand and walked him over to Baz. “We need to do anything to prepare? Any customs we need to observe?”
“No, you fine. I am ambassador. I take care of everything.”
“Okay then.” Elliot took a breath then let it out slowly. “I’m ready when you are.”
Baz grinned. “Hoggin to be jealous, yes?”
They both laughed. “Yeah,” Nolan said. “I hope he cries when he hears about it.”
“Come closer.”
Elliot and Nolan huddled in next to Baz.
“Ready?” Baz looked at the ceiling. “Up!”
****
At some point Nolan closed his eyes. The tunnel of white mist was familiar enough, but this time his feet were not firmly on the ground, the sensation of floating making him dizzy. Then suddenly, there was solid floor beneath his feet.
“Okay. We here.”
Nolan opened his eyes. He and Elliot glanced around. They were in a dome-shaped room, high ceiling. He expected to see cloudy white walls like the base, but everything here was onyx black. The floor, the walls, the ceiling, even the oversized chairs were shiny black. There was nothing in the room as far as decorations, at least as far as he knew. Maybe this was the height of design for the Whites. The giant chairs were simple, high-backed, with wide flat armrests.
“So…we’re in a spacecraft right now,” Elliot said.
“Yes.” Baz smiled. “Big one. To only stay in this room, though. Apology. You want to see out?” Baz walked to the far wall and placed his hand
on it. “I open this part for you.” The black peeled down from the ceiling like liquid, revealing open blue sky. “Come look!” Baz said. “You see. Up high.”
Nolan and Elliot walked over, peering out. “Whoa.” Elliot looked at Nolan. “Fucking whoa.”
Nolan pressed his hands against the glass—except it didn’t feel like glass. Softer somehow. The structures below in the village looked like dollhouses. The mountain peaks were below eye-level. The lake a blue finger with a rounded end. Misty clouds drifted by on the wind.
“Nolan?” Baz said. “You think cool?”
“Oh yeah.” Nolan chuckled. “This needs a new word for cool.”
A door slid open to their left.
“Oh. Is time. Come with. Is okay!”
Elliot and Nolan followed Baz to a set of chairs as a shockingly tall figure stepped into the room. A full White. Awake. And looking at us. Nolan teetered, then stumbled.
Baz caught his arm. “Is okay. Sit. Sit down? You be okay.”
“Yeah.” Nolan sat in one of the chairs. “Think I better sit.”
Elliot took the one beside him, his eyes wide.
The White seemed to glide across the floor, walking over in a red robe that fell to its feet. The figure stopped ten feet from them, mouth closed, hands clasped in front. The double iris was absolutely luminous in those large eyes, the rings of blue and green darker yet somehow brighter than Baz’s. It blinked long lashes then said something to Baz in a low voice, a melodic string of choppy syllables.
Baz nodded and turned to face Elliot and Nolan. “He say wait one minute.”
Elliot snorted. “Sorry.”
Baz smiled. “No to freak out, Ellytot. Is okay.”
“No, it’s just…” Elliot held a hand up, snickering. “It sounded like something more profound when he spoke.”
The White’s head tilted, eyes on Elliot. He said something to Baz, and Baz muttered something to him in his own language. The White nodded.
“What did you say to him?” Nolan asked.
“I tell him Ellytot laughing. He confuse by sound.”
“You mean the snort?” Nolan smirked at Elliot.
“Ah ah ah. Okay. Yes.”
The door slid open again, and the White turned. He crouched low and beckoned with his hand, words spilling out of his mouth.
A small figure stepped through the door, then hesitated. Nolan’s eyes widened. “Is that…her?”
