Alien Sex 104 (7 page)

Apparently, neither could Huv. He captured Lexy’s mouth with staggering urgency. Lips met and tongues flicked—not in a duel this time, but with enough finesse to form an erotic dance.

Wanting to be touched, Lexy caught Huv’s hands and slid them purposefully down his chest. He felt Huv freeze.

“Touch me,” Lexy pleaded.

Despite all they’d done together, he’d never felt Huv’s hands on his naked male body. He suddenly needed that more than anything.

Huv made an uncertain sound in the back of his throat, but Lexy distracted him with another kiss. In moments, they were fully engaged again. When Lexy released his hands, Huv began to glide them over his bare skin on his own. The hot rasp of his palms, the gentle press of his fingers, left tingles of pleasure in their wake.

Flashing back to the first night he’d met Huv—to the fantasy he’d conjured while he’d masturbated—Lexy knew exactly what he wanted. Placing his hands over Huv’s, he took control and guided Huv’s touch lower. Pressed so closely to him, Lexy felt the tension enter his partner’s body.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here.” The words seemed to burst from Huv, low and rough.

“Yes, you do.” Shoving one of those hands lower, Lexy made Huv grasp his blazing cock. “Stroke me like you would yourself.”

To make it easier for him, he rolled so Huv was spooned against his back. With Huv still fully dressed, Lexy felt a dizzying mixture of strength and vulnerability. And that was before Huv tentatively pumped his cock from base to tip.

A jolt of pleasure careened up Lexy’s spine, making him moan. Behind him, Huv echoed the sound as he did it again. His grip was firm. Any tighter and it would have hurt, but instead the pull and friction felt amazing. Lexy lost himself in the moment as Huv set up a steady rhythm.

“That’s it.” Lexy croaked out encouragement.

His balls tightened, and his body flushed. Unable to bear the stimulation passively, he thrust into Huv’s plucking hand with building urgency. He barely heard Huv’s raw curse.

On the next stroke, Lexy felt Huv bury his face against the back of his shoulder and grind his erection against Lexy’s backside. Huv started to move his hips in time with his hand. It was the closest they’d gotten to intercourse as two males, and the pleasure was so acute it felt like relief. Orgasm surged up Lexy’s shaft, waiting for one final trigger to release.

The pad of Huv’s thumb sliding over Lexy’s slit did the trick. Lexy barely had time to strangle out a shout before scalding cum flooded out of him in thick ribbons. Rocked by the powerful release, he would have jacked off the bed if Huv hadn’t held him. It felt like the wet pulses would never end, pumped out as they were by the fierce heartbeat he felt pounding through the whole length of his cock.

It was only after Lexy’s last burst of seed left him and his sanity returned that he realized just how tightly Huv was holding him.

“Are you all right?” Lexy tried to turn around, but Huv held him fast and wouldn’t allow it.

“Yeah.” The word came out as an exhausted groan.

Thinking back, Lexy realized he hadn’t been the only one to cry out. He gripped Huv’s hand where he now held it across his chest. “Did you just come in your pants?”

With his forehead still pressed to Lexy’s shoulder, Huv sighed. “Yes.”

Lexy didn’t know how to take that. He was too satisfied to feel disappointed, so he supposed he should be flattered. After all, it wasn’t every day he had a chance to make an experienced lover like Huv lose control.

“Should I say I’m sorry?”

Huv chuckled. “You’re not.”

“Maybe a little bit.”

“Then why do you sound amused?”

Did he? Maybe Lexy did, but only because he was finding laughter and joy in everything lately. Being in love tended to do that to a person, although he wasn’t ready to confess his feelings to Huv just yet.

“Try smug,” he said instead.

Huv snorted. “We’ll see how you feel tomorrow morning when I steal a pair of your pants. I can’t walk home with a stain all over my crotch.”

“Oh.” Lexy tried to hold it in, but he couldn’t help it. He started to laugh.

Poor Huv. Perhaps now wasn’t the time to point out he was taller than Lexy. Instead of a stain, his Allurian was going to be flashing his ankles the whole way home.

* * * *

Huv awoke to his lover’s familiar scent and the toasty comfort of a warm bed. Instead of a soft breast in his palm, however, he shifted his fingers to discover Lexy’s firm pectoral muscles covering his heart. That should have thrown him off, but he found it wasn’t as strange as it used to be.

Still, Huv worried if he moved too fast, if he broke the moment, things could feel weird again. Last night, he’d nearly panicked when Lexy had insisted he touch him. Up until then, Huv had been a selfish lover—accepting but not actively participating in their exchanges. Lexy’s insistence that Huv handle him had forced him out of his passivity.

He’d worried about his reaction. After all, he’d never touched another man’s cock before. What if he’d been disgusted?

As it turned out, disgust had been the farthest thing from his mind. Stroking Lexy, knowing he was giving him pleasure, had blasted Huv’s desire through the roof even as it had terrified him. Over the years, he’d learned the female body, how to arouse it and bring it satisfaction. Ironically, with another man, he hadn’t a clue. This was all new territory, leaving him a helpless novice. That was not a feeling Huv enjoyed.

Thank the gods Lexy had told him what to do. His voice, strained as it was, had pierced the haze of panic gathering in Huv and steadied him like nothing else could have. Like every other male in the universe, he’d been whacking off since he was a teenager. Applying the same technique to another man wasn’t exactly rocket science. Once he’d figured out what he was doing, he’d … okay, yeah, he’d enjoyed it.

Actually, he’d more than enjoyed it. He’d gotten off on it. The last thought in his head before he’d come in his pants was to wonder what Lexy’s cock tasted like. It was that split-second urge that had sent him over the edge.

What was happening to him? Things like that were so far outside his comfort zone they shouldn’t even have occurred to him, yet such erotic images popped into his mind more and more frequently. Huv felt off inside, like he didn’t fit in his own skin anymore.

“You’re thinking so loudly I can hear you from here.” Lexy’s sleepy voice held a smile, one that flashed across his face when he rolled over to look at Huv. “Care to share your thoughts?”

Huv took a minute to study those hypnotic blue eyes and the golden curls that never failed to attract him. He hesitated a moment before remembering it was okay to touch. Catching a rogue curl between his fingers, he gave it a gentle tug.

“I think I’m chewing myself up inside.”

Warm amusement was instantly replaced by concern. “Why?” Lexy laid a hand over Huv’s chest to rub soothing circles.

“I don’t know.” He traced Lexy’s features and felt the rasp of morning whiskers under his fingertips. They felt so wrong. And so right. “My mind won’t stop spinning. I’m just so—”

Scared. Although it humbled him to admit, Huv was scared half to death, and he didn’t know what to do about it. The worst part? He wasn’t even sure what frightened him. Was it the thought of commitment? Of being in a serious relationship? No. Surprisingly, the realization that he had somebody, that he and Lexy might share a future, was comforting to Huv. He felt like he’d finally found what he’d been searching for all along. Was it the thought of being with a man, then? A lot seemed to center around that, but there was no denying Huv desired Lexy as a male. He really … cared for him. So what the hell was this?

“Stress.” Lexy cradled Huv’s cheek. “You’re under a lot of stress. You’ve taken on so much: the move, the job, us. All these changes may be good things, but they still cause stress. It’s no wonder you’ve tied yourself in knots.”

“Is that it?” Huv felt a tendril of relief unfurl inside him. Maybe he was just stressed out.

Lexy smiled. “That’s my diagnosis. Come on. Let’s grab a shower, and I’ll give you a massage under the jets.”

Although a whisper of unease rippled through him, all Huv did was arch an eyebrow.

Lexy chuckled. “Your back. I’ll massage your back. Don’t worry. I promise not to molest you in there.”

Strangely, Huv wasn’t sure if he was bolstered or disappointed by that announcement.

Following Lexy into the shower, he stepped beneath the hot spray, which was already kicking up bursts of steam. The sensation of the water sluicing over his skin was such a simple, uncomplicated pleasure he hummed in enjoyment. Then Lexy lathered his hair with shampoo and rubbed soap over his body, and Huv found himself returning the favor.

For all the lovers he’d had over the years, he realized this was the most intensely intimate situation he’d ever shared with somebody. He became hyperaware of everything: the sound of Lexy’s voice as he talked about breakfast and work and mundane things, the breadth of his shoulders and his flat stomach running down to his trim waist, the connection between them whenever they touched. It wasn’t sexual, although lust was never far away when they were naked together. Instead, the situation was comfortable.

“There you go. You feel like you’re loosening up now.” Lexy’s hands worked magic as he massaged Huv’s neck and back from behind.

Combined with the beating of the water jets, the sensation was heavenly.

Huv felt a tender feeling swell within his chest until he found himself wanting to say something he’d never told a lover before. “Lexy, I…”

“Yes?”

I love you
. Although Huv’s heart nearly stopped with the realization, he knew it was true. He loved Lexy. It was a wonderful, thrilling, terrifying emotion—one he’d never experienced before, yet recognized instinctively. He wanted to tell Lexy, to let him know in some grand, romantic way.

Lexy’s hands stopped. “What is it?”

“I—” Huv choked. Bowing his head, he let the words wash away. “I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with Xindra and Quinn next Friday.”

“You want me to meet your cousin and her husband?” Lexy resumed the massage.

“We could postpone it if you’re not comfortable.”

“No, that’s fine. I’d love to meet them. I’m sure we’ll find a lot to talk about.”

Huv leaned back into Lexy’s hands. “That’s what Xindra said. She’d love to get your opinions on some of the things she’s doing with her class.”

“Is she looking for a Cedecian perspective in particular?”

“More like your professional opinion.” Huv didn’t mention he hadn’t told his cousin about Lexy’s race. There didn’t seem to be a good way to bring it up.

“I look forward to it.” Lexy sounded happy. “Maybe I can get her to spill some childhood stories about you.”

Huv tried to laugh, but inside his gut was roiling again. And he didn’t think he could blame it on plain old stress.

* * * *

When Friday evening rolled around, Lexy was surprised to discover he felt keyed up. He and Huv had enjoyed dinner together a couple of nights during the week, and everything seemed to be fine, but he was plagued by a vague sense that there was something tenuous about their relationship. Hopefully meeting more members of Huv’s family would help dispel the feeling. Family was very important to Huv, and Lexy was anxious to make a good impression.

Unfortunately, their nerves seemed to feed off each other as Lexy drove Huv to the restaurant. The conversation was stilted despite their best efforts, and Lexy felt like he was too tightly wound by the time he found a parking space and got out. Hoping to ease the tension, he slipped his hand in Huv’s as they walked to the front door of the small restaurant. Huv returned a small grin, although he didn’t meet Lexy’s gaze.

Just as they reached the door, Huv pulled his hand free. The small retreat stung, but in the next instant, Huv smoothly opened the door for him. Had Lexy imagined the withdrawal?

“Huv, over here.”

Before he had time to dwell on it, an Allurian woman who had to be Huv’s cousin Xindra waved at them from a table across the room. Beside her sat her husband, a handsome New Earthling with bronze hair and blue eyes a couple shades darker than Lexy’s.

Ignoring his nerves, Lexy put on a friendly smile as he followed Huv to their table. The expression grew difficult to hold when he realized the couple wasn’t reciprocating. On the contrary, the two wore a quizzical look as they leaned to the side to peer around him. Lexy followed their gazes, but he didn’t see anyone behind him.

Huv cleared his throat. “Hi, guys. I’d like you to meet my … I’d like you to meet Lexy. Lexy, this is my cousin, Xindra, and her husband, Quinn.”

The couple stood and offered to shake hands.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” Lexy was thankful everyone’s good manners prevailed. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Although it was late in coming, Xindra’s smile appeared genuine. “Likewise. My cousin has told me such wonderful things about you.”

The compliment soothed Lexy and started a warm glow inside. So Huv had talked about him to his family?

“Sorry for the strange reaction.” Quinn offered the apology with a crooked smile. “The only physical description we had of you came from Rix. I take it you’re Cedecian?”

“Yes.” Lexy answered automatically, although the question hit him like a sucker punch. He turned to Huv with dawning horror. “You didn’t tell them?”

Huv seemed intent on studying the floor, as if he expected it to open up and swallow him at any moment. “I didn’t get around to it.”

Shocked, Lexy turned quickly to see his cousin’s reaction. He caught Xindra’s concerned glance before she came to the rescue.

Her tone was light and friendly. “That was probably my fault, Lexy. I peppered Huv with so many questions about you I didn’t really give him a chance to volunteer anything. Rix was right, though. You are gorgeous. You must have the most spectacular head of hair I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey,” Quinn protested.

Lexy liked the woman immediately. Although the flattery was nice, it was the way she took the blame and tried to make everyone comfortable that won him over. Despite his irritation with Huv, he felt himself settle.