Jailmates

by Lesli Richardson

Well, I mean, technically yeah, now they’re my in-laws, shitty though they might be.

  Good for them for perpetuating a fucking stereotype. Extra points for being a different species.

  “This going to take long, Doc?” I ask as we’re walking to the lab.

  “Not at all, Simon.” Once we’re in H’looder’s office, he gives me the special shirt first, that I’ll need to wear to protect me from getting bit. It’s a lightweight, see-through fine mesh, but it’s some sort of tough alloy. At least the shirt is soft, and breathable. Not itchy and distracting.

  “Not this time,” H’looder says, “but during a future encounter this week, we need to get a sample of venom. We’ll have a special insert you’ll wear to capture it when bitten. I want Mohrn to grow more comfortable doing it first, though.”

  “That’s it, then?” I reeeeallly want to return to our stateroom.

  “No, we need to give Mohrn a dose of hormones that will completely trigger their cycle.”

  Mohrn nods. “All right.”

  After H’looder goes over a few more things with us, we return to the lab, where they dose Mohrn.

  I stay by Mohrn’s side the whole time, including holding his hand. With that completed, we return to our stateroom, H’looder and a cadre of techs trailing behind us at a discreet distance. The door will remain unlocked in case I need to call for assistance for something.

  By the time we’re alone, though, I notice something different about Mohrn’s eyes. They’re no longer that beautiful turquoise color I love. They’re darker, somewhere between royal blue and cobalt.

  “Let’s get you undressed, buddy,” I tell him as I start quickly stripping. I suspect I don’t have much time before whatever is going on takes complete hold of Mohrn’s system and I might not be able to reason with them.

  I pull on the shirt, which is a little large on me, but that’s okay. It covers my arms down to my wrists, has an elastic neck opening and something like a turtleneck kind of shape, and it hangs down past my waist.

  Still half dressed, Mohrn’s hands start to tremble, his lips parting as he licks them. He stares at his hands, which he holds out in front of him. “Simon, I…I feel—”

  “I know, buddy. I know. Come on.” This isn’t exactly how I’d wanted our first time to be, but I’ll make it up to him later. I wanted to be playful, affectionate.

  I help him get his brahkhen unfastened and off and put him on the bed on his back. I see his pouch bulged out and I barely manage to get his cock fished out before whatever they shot him up with kicks in like a plasma cannon punching through a cardboard wall.

  His eyes widen and the irises turn violet as a low, rumbling chuffing starts from deep within him. The subtle scent I normally pick up around him? It’s thick and filling the air now, strong, some sort of pheromone, I guess.

  My body’s reacting, too. I’m all slippery, my cock throbbing and leaking. I barely have time to line his up with my ass when he grabs me around the waist and slams home.

  I gasp, my cock jerking and nearly exploding at the feel of him filling me. He sits up, eyes still wide and the low, rumbling chuffing growing in volume and pitch. He’s not fucking, not grinding, and from the way he’s got hold of me, I can’t move, either. He’s fucking strong, man.

  I grab his head and pull his mouth over to my left shoulder, and apparently instinct kicks in. He clamps down on me, his roar washing through me as I feel him chewing. But it’s not painful, thanks to the shirt. I smell a sweetly metallic scent, different than his usual scent, and catch a glimpse of a milky substance dribbling down the front of the shirt.

  Okay, then.

  I wrap my arms around him, one cupping the back of his head to keep him there and the other under his arm and around his back. I start rocking back and forth as much as I can, trying to give him a hint of what he should be doing.

  “Come on, big guy,” I mutter. “Let me help you out, here.”

  His roar devolves into a whimper that twists my heart around him. With my cock pinned between us, I’m leaking and making a mess all over, but I don’t care. I don’t even care if I come this time. I want to do what I need to for Mohrn.

  He’s still chewing on my shoulder but his grip eases to the point I can let go of him long enough to reach behind me and move his hands to my ass, where he starts kneading me.

  “There you go,” I softly tell him. Draping my arms around him once more, I start riding him, slowly at first as I get used to the sensation, then harder and faster. His whimpers change again, a soft chuffing overlain by an adorable, sweet sort of trilling noise, kind of like a breathy whistle.

  “We got this,” I say as I dig in and grind and fuck. He finally seems to get the hint and instead of just using my ass cheeks for a stress ball, he starts moving his hips a little.

  And he’s still chewing on me.

  I get him to lie back again so I can brace my arms on the bed and get better traction. He gets the hint and bends his knees, bringing his feet up so he can use them for leverage, and now we’re off to the races. He starts pounding that cock inside me, hard and fast and all I can do is hold on and wait for him to finish.

  On one particularly deep thrust, I feel something inside me catch, a slight pinch, like he’s grabbed hold, and I immediately realize what’s going on. I push against him, lowing my ass a little so he’s not tugging on me now, but his thrusts slow and gentle, more a pulsing kind of motion instead of banging me hard like a cheap, rented drum.

  His teeth release my shoulder and his head drops back against the pillows. His eyes have turned turquoise again, but he looks…gone. He’s still making that chuffing, trilling noise, too.

  Everything’s really squishy between us. My cock is less than pleased at me, and I could easily stroke myself and come right now, but I wait. I wait, and I watch his face, with my ass firmly pressed against his hips. Even his legs go limp and he just sort of flops there, splayed under me, his fingers falling still on my ass.

  I lean in and kiss him, hard, his tongue flicking along mine to tell me yeah, he’s still conscious, but he’s out of it.

  “Simon-mohr,” I whisper against his lips. “Come back to me, baby.”

  It feels right calling him that.

  After a few minutes, I notice the internal connection has released. I rise up just enough I have room to slide my cock inside his pouch without losing his from my ass, and it’s slick and warm and it pulls a gasp from me and another, louder trill from Mohrn.

  “Yeah, baby,” I say, looking down into his eyes. “My turn.” I force myself to go slow because I don’t want to hurt him and I don’t know exactly how sensitive he is there.

  His eyes darken a little, though, and focus on me. When his fingers tighten around my ass again, I know he’s fully with me.

  “Give me some guidance,” I say. “Faster? Harder?”

  He doesn’t reply, but his hands grip my ass and he starts urging me to move. My pump is primed so it doesn’t take me long to make it over. By the time I finish coming, he’s come a second time, and we’re both a slippery mess. I stretch out on top of him, kissing him, my legs along either side of him and his.

  “How was that?” I ask.

  His eyes are turquoise again and his gaze searches my face, more wonderment there.

  He finally nods. “Will it feel that good every time?” he softly asks.

  My ego is soaring, man. Not going to lie.

  I grin. “Buddy, if we do things right, it’ll feel even better.”

  * * * *

  I throw the sheet over Mohrn and let H’looder and the techs in. Instead of making me go to the lab, they have me climb onto the bed, hands and knees. I kiss Mohrn while a gloved tech confirms I was egged and they quickly remove it, as well as try to recover as much venom as they can from the surface of the shirt.

  Thirty minutes later, we’re alone again. They aren’t going to hang out there all day, now that they know we’re okay. We need to check in tomorrow morning, ship time, and H’loode
r will determine the schedule from that point. They want samples from us both.

  For now, they can wait.

  Because, for now, I don’t want any distractions.

  I snuggle against Mohrn, his arms around me. “Are you hungry?” I ask.

  “I believe so, but my stomach is not talking to me.”

  Something about his tone of voice makes me look. I realize he just made a joke. “Hey, look at that! Humor!” I lean in and kiss him.

  But when I start to leave the bed to call in the order, he catches my hand in his. I turn, waiting.

  “Thank you, Simon. I feel very blessed it was you who signed the contract.”

  I will not cry.

  I lean in and kiss him. “I feel very blessed I signed it, too.”

  We eat, take a shower, change the sheets…

  I don’t know why we bothered to change the sheets. And we don’t that time, because rounds three and four take place shortly thereafter.

  There is a nap in there, somewhere, and more food, another shower.

  Mohrn’s urges are a little more controlled now, and we try it with him on top.

  That’s a new one for me, like this.

  And we both agree we like it as much as we’ve liked everything else, so far.

  We try it with his cock tucked inside his pouch and me on top and inside him.

  We try…everything.

  By the time we collapse, completely exhausted and finally spent for a little while, I think Mohrn’s already asleep when he speaks.

  “Is this good for you, too?”

  He’s lying in my arms. I tighten my embrace and nuzzle his forehead. “Baby, you’re fantastic. I’m enjoying this very much. Better than anyone before.”

  “Truthfully?”

  “Truthfully.”

  “It is going to be very lonely in prison, is it not?”

  Now I think I am going to start crying. One thing I’m completely convinced of is that Mohrn is gentle all the way to his core. He hasn’t had a fraction of the life experiences I have, hasn’t been turned hard and bitter, or suspicious, even despite his near total shunning by his own kind. But he also hasn’t had the love and affection I was blessed to have from my family.

  “We’ll talk to the prison officials, buddy. I’ll push for as much contact with you that I can have. I need you to be brave and strong for me, though. We don’t need to think about that tonight. Let’s just enjoy what we’ve got right now.”

  “Will they still let you come visit me after I am through this?”

  “Let them try to stop me, buddy. Just let them try.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Our time together passes way too fucking fast for my taste. H’looder stretches it to almost three weeks, but he can’t delay things any longer than that.

  I know that I’m thankful now for not reading the fucking details in that information packet H’looder first sent me. Not just because of what the contract has allowed me to do for my family, but because I realize how much Mohrn now means to me.

  I can’t be sure if it’s completely mutual or not, but it sure feels like it might be. I’ve never felt like this before.

  The morning Mohrn is supposed to go to prison, I wake up a little before he does and lie there with him tightly snuggled against me. He’s on his side, facing me, one arm draped over me and his head resting on my arm.

  That’s when I finally realize what his scent reminds me of. The faint, sweet scent rising from his head conjures to mind images of fresh-baked bread.

  That scent always makes me think of—

  Love.

  Family.

  I hear his soft intake of breath, betraying he’s awake. “Are you awake, Sy?” he softly asks.

  I nuzzle his forehead. It’s like even in sleep he wants to be snuggled against me, in my arms, touching me.

  I never truly realized before all this how starved I was for physical touch.

  So’s Mohrn.

  “I am.” I press a kiss against his brow and linger there. “We don’t have to get up yet.”

  I feel him snuggle in even tighter. “I am scared,” he whispers.

  This is fucking killing me, that I can’t go with him and keep him safe. “I know, buddy. I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do for you.”

  “You are.” He sighs. “Simon-mohr.”

  “Damn right, you are.” I nuzzle his forehead again. “Mohrn-mohr.”

  My heart feels like it’s breaking. I already hate a society who could not only allow such a gentle soul like this to be jailed, but also banned from their home world after they serve their sentence, for something that was a fucking accident. It wasn’t even negligence on his part.

  H’looder showed me the report. Wrohlyyn, the Pfahrn who died, was a passenger, screwing around and not paying attention, and hadn’t put on their safety harness. The vehicle flipped, Wrohlyyn was ejected, and hit their head on a rock and died.

  Accident.

  Although those details come from Yyallohrn’s two kids, Geelahm and Ayyalhm, who apparently witnessed the events.

  Because all Mohrn says is that he accepts responsibility. He’s never made any statement about what happened.

  My bullshit buzzer still hums over all that, but I guess there’s not much I can do about it.

  I might be spending more time than I thought on H’looder’s ship instead of on Pfahrn with Mohrn’s family, though.

  But I swore I’d give his family a chance, and I refuse to break a promise to him.

  “Is it strange that I know I will miss you more than I will miss my home?” he asks. “Even this soon?”

  “I promise I’ll be there, waiting for you on the first visit. Every visit. Once you’re through that stupid probationary period, I’ll be there every time they let me, and talk to you on the com or vid as often as possible. I know I don’t have to do it,” I add to stave off his likely admonition, “but I want to.”

  “Thank you.” He tips his head back to look at me. Jeez, he’s older than me, but in truth, he’s far less experienced in everything. I’ve been dropped into hot battles, spent time on other worlds, nearly died more times than I can count or want to remember.

  He’s never left Pfahrn before all of this. Hell, he’s barely left his family’s estate or the area around it, much less been in other towns that often.

  Hopefully we can travel together once this ends. Or he can come with me to another job. I’ll marry him again, and take care of him—

  What?

  Yeah. I’m already thinking ahead. I mean, if he’s going to leave Pfahrn anyway, why send him off alone into the universe? Hell, he can come back to Axind 5 with me. I’ll be able to afford to send him to secondary. Then he can earn a living.

  I feel more than just sexual attraction and a deep and growing emotional love. I feel…protective of him.

  More than that, though. Like he really is mine.

  I’m not a grunt and never claimed to be, but I took the hand-to-hand training we all got in basic and ran with it. Just because I didn’t have to kick ass while I was in doesn’t mean I’m not able to. I mostly used those skills to get out of bar fights I had no skin in, but hey, whatever.

  I have a feeling, despite Mohrn’s larger size and strength, that I could easily kick his ass. He’s…gentle.

  Not just in the way he acts, but he’s a gentle soul. Considering the shit sandwich he’s had to eat most of his life due to the assholes on his planet, it’s a massive shocker he’s as sweet and gentle as he is.

  We make love one more time, him fucking me first and then me fucking him. When we make love, instead of moaning he lets out that sweet, chuffing, trilling little noise I now know means he’s enjoying himself. He only does it when I’ve got him in the zone, his sole focus on me and the pleasure I’m giving him.

  I get him to make it today, several times. Nearly nonstop, at one point.

  We eat alone in our cabin and then take a shower together, washing each other, me holding him.
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br />   This isn’t fair.

  None of this is fair.

  Our first visit together will be in two weeks, for only two hours. For the first couple of months of Mohrn’s incarceration, he’s in a probationary status and won’t be allowed any special perks. I won’t be allowed com link-ups with him, or messages, or send him packages—nothing. It’s supposed to encourage inmates to settle and integrate faster.

  For someone like Mohrn, it’s a cruel torture.

  Our conjugal visits will get longer, but the first two will only be two hours. From there, as long as Mohrn doesn’t get into trouble, the visits will be lengthened, up to a maximum of six hours.

  I insist on going with Mohrn, H’looder, and two of the techs to the prison. Today, I won’t be allowed any farther than the transport bay. H’looder and the techs will accompany Mohrn into administration and intake, so they can go over all of Mohrn’s medical history with the prison staff.

  I hold Mohrn and don’t bother hiding my tears from him. He’s crying, too.

  “I’ll be here for the first visit, I promise,” I whisper to him.

  “Thank you.”

  “Every night, when you go to sleep, close your eyes and think about me. I’ll close my eyes and think about you. Then we can meet inside our dreams and spend the night together. Okay?”

  He nods. “Okay.”

  “Simon-mohr,” I whisper. “Don’t forget that.”

  He nods. “Mohrn-mohr.”

  “It’s time,” the head guard says. They’re Guyardiens, a race that’s not as tall as Pfahrn, but they’re big and beefy and frequently used as guards or security forces.

  I cup Mohrn’s face in my hands and stare into his eyes. “Two weeks. I’ll be here in two weeks, I promise.”

  He nods.

  “You stay safe, buddy,” I say. “Don’t get into arguments with anyone, just keep your head down, and close your eyes and think about me.”

  “I will.”

  I kiss him once more. Then, when I release him, I gently boop his nose and force a smile for him. He now knows what the boop means, because I told him. Once we’re allowed video link-ups, I’ll be able to do that to the screen, at least. A little something to help connect us.