by Noah Harris
“Do you think you would ever want to live here? Become a colonist, leave Flight School behind? I know we’d get first pick if we wanted…”
I cock my head. I’d never once considered that before. It seemed even lonelier than the life I had. Now though…
Alden smiles. “I never thought about it either. There wasn’t…you weren’t there to come with me. But now it’s what I want. If you do.”
I nod. I do want that. “It sounds beautiful. And it sounds necessary. Given everything, clearly there’s more to learn about shifters and the moon. Are you asking me to move in with you?”
He gives me a sidelong glance as the bay doors finally slide closed behind us, locking us in, and shakes his head with a grin.
“I’m giving you a world,” he corrects, one eyebrow crooked, licking his lips. I shake my head in wonder. He is just so good at this.
“And all mine,” I say quietly, dropping to the floor from the roller’s cab. Ready to get started.
“All mine,” says Alden’s hot breath against my neck, melting me instantly.
That too.
The bad news is that the tram might not be working. If it’s not we’ll have to climb down into the city, make our way through the whole thing, down into the core, and turn on the power from there.
The good news is that we’re the only people who’ll have to do that, ever. Which means we’re the only people who’ll ever get to do it. It feels like a honeymoon. While Alden pretends to be fully recovered, I decide to prescribe a night’s rest for both of us, before we start.
Three or four hours later, I wake to Alden’s stiff penis, resting between the soft round cheeks of my ass. Nestled and unmoving, but definitely in direct contact.
“When did that happen?” I ask, and he just chuckles, breathing into my neck. We don’t move. Alden sounds a little bashful.
“Well, I woke up and I was looking at your hip. I saw the peach fuzz at the top of your ass and I wanted to see if it went all the way, so I slipped your shorts down. Just to look. And then I needed to feel what it was like. Just to be there. It’s so soft and warm and I just knew it would feel so beautiful. And then I fell back asleep.”
I twist around in Alden’s arms to face him and look down between us. His penis isn’t even that hard. In fact, mine’s probably harder right now. They look so beautiful together.
“That’s fine. How did it feel? How’d you like it?”
Alden smiled tenderly, and with a little bit of that awe that melts my heart and sends a shock down my spine, every time. My dick moves against his thigh, just a little.
“Warm and soft. Like heaven. You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, putting his lips to my chest. He shifts down to rest his cheek there, listening to my heart as it beats. Soon enough, his sleepy breaths are quickening, as I squeeze him tight. He freezes, too afraid to break the spell. He’s holding himself back, I think.
“You have to know how much power you have over me. How safe you are.”
I can’t believe his careful attention, his constant sweetness. He thinks about it all. There’s so much going on in that head pressed against my chest. He deserves something sweet for it.
“In the weeks leading up to the banquet, this was my favorite fantasy,” I begin. I’m feeling generous. Alden shivers against me, cock instantly stiffening against my thigh, and he breathes in deeply, excited and curious.
“I liked to dream you were coming back from the moon, a hero. In your dress whites. And everybody wanted a piece of you, they were running you ragged. Your picture was on the front page every day. With that smile you get when you’re being looked at.”
I can feel his grin forming against my chest and laugh. He gives me a squeeze, telling me to keep going.
“I come across you in the library, or the showers, and begrudgingly congratulate you…”
Alden shivers again, moving slowly against my leg insistently. Like an ocean wave, the gentle hot thrust of him, soft and sweet between us.
“And you’d tell me to fuck off or whatever. We’d fight.”
He goes still immediately, as I knew he would, confused. This is supposed to be sexy, I can nearly hear him protest.
“But then you’d say my name. I’d turn around, and you’d stand up. Just impossibly tall, and still in uniform…”
Alden’s eyes close tight, breath hot against my chest. Wherever this story’s going, it’s taking him with it.
“‘Come here,’ you’d say. And I’d obey. Somehow, you realize I’m there to serve you. To worship you, no matter what I said or did. No more fear. You look around to make sure we’re all alone…”
Alden wraps himself around me, so taken with desire that his whole body makes slow waves against me now. Almost like when we were weightless.
“Then you’d say, ‘On your knees, cadet.’ And I’d drop right there, looking down. Feeling naked.”
His cock is so warm and ready that I can feel it, moving back and forth against me as he tenses, releases, holding back from touching it.
“You’d take my chin in your hand, just like you do now, and raise it so I’m looking into your eyes. And you wouldn’t say anything, you wouldn’t have to. You just look at me with this burning desire and I’d reach out…nervous. Am I doing it right? Is this a prank? Maybe I’m about to humiliate myself. But I don’t even care. I’d reach out to your dress slacks and see that cock stiffening against the fabric…so thick and hard…”
Alden nods now, groaning encouragement. Lost in the feeling of me against him, hot and supple, as he moves faster and harder than before.
“I’d unzip those trousers, so slowly. Looking up at you the whole time. A little smile would cross your face, and I’d smile back. And I’d know we were in the clear. I was right, we’re safe with each other. Everything’s about to begin, finally.”
He smiles, so sweetly, eyes still shut tight.
“That’s the part I’d start to jerk off, usually. That’s when I couldn’t handle it anymore.”
I graze a finger down the length of him, and he shudders with pleasure.
“I’d stay down there, and you’d stay stood up. I’d pull that gorgeous thing free from its bonds. In the fantasy you’re wearing a jockstrap for whatever reason, so it’s easy. I’d run my tongue along it. All the way down its length, to the root of you. Breathing it in.”
Alden’s whole face is screwed up tight against my chest, and his penis is so wet the movement is half-slippery. I can feel us both pause, wondering if he’s going to climax right here. I hope not, but it’s fun to tease.
“And then I would say, ‘Beg for it.’”
Alden laughs, delighted, but he doesn’t stop stroking against my thigh, running fingers across my chest in a frenzied pattern. One leg spreads mine apart, so I can hold him tight between them as he slides against me.
“‘Beg for it. Say it.’ And you’d blush a little bit, wanting me so badly you’d have trouble getting the words out at first. ‘Say please,’ I’d say.”
“Please, please, please,” Alden moans against my chest, swooning and out of control. Licking and nipping, desperate for release.
I’m moaning now, too. Caught up in the fantasy. I gasp as Alden lightly brushes fingers along my cock, tender as a whisper.
“And what’s the last thing you’d say, every time before I came? Do you know what made me come every time, even just in my imagination?”
Alden stops in the sudden silence, vibrating. Pulls his chin away just enough to look up into my eyes, wild with desire.
“I love you.”
He growls it with such certainty. And nodding, crushing him to my chest again, I could sob.
“Exactly. Exactly. Oh, where did you come from? Alden. My king. My alpha. What did I do for this?”
I run my hands down his shoulders, his thick biceps. Licking his neck, softly nipping at his ears.
“How can you possibly be here with me? How am I so lucky to have this?”
Through his desire,
Alden’s getting a little choked up too. Words catch in his throat as he pushes upward for leverage and wraps me even tighter in his arms. Our slick hardness in the warmth between us as they touch, slippery and hot.
“Julian, please. I am begging you now. Please, believe me. Trust my love. Let me have you. I feel like I’m dying. I came all the way to the moon for this. To find you. I’m burning up…”
Alden bends his neck, nosing at my armpits to smell me, and down to the top of my hip, inhaling great gulps of air. Fastidiously keeping hands and fingers away from my cock until I give the okay. He looks at it like it’s something beautiful, like he needs it more than anything. It’s never been looked at like that. It tenses and hops, glorying in the attention.
He holds my hips up now, into the light, kissing and biting at my thighs until my back is arching, then flipping me over to kiss my neck, my back. The feeling of him, hot skin against my ass and his mouth on my back, has me grinding into the blanket, impossibly hard.
I think I hear a chuckle of delight in his shuddering breath, as Alden groans a hot and delighted warmth along that crack he loves so much. He pushes my legs apart, to get ever closer, running his tongue along the most private, delicious part of me, and I gasp. Shocked by the pleasure, I can’t help but push back against that demanding mouth, wanting more…and more.
“Oh my God. Okay, okay, I believe you. I believe you. I love you Alden…please…”
Alden flips me over again, one-handed, to slide one arm beneath the small of my back. We must look so beautiful in the light. Alden bends down to my cock, checking for permission before he drives that hot, wet mouth all the way down to the hilt. It draws another gasp and a heavy groan from me, my own mouth hanging open in near-delirium.
Slowly, achingly slowly, Alden pulls back an inch at a time, until my proud slick cock is free. And then without warning he dives down all the way to the bottom again. Each time my hips buck with uncontrolled ecstasy. I caress his face, his cheeks, his hair. Anything I can reach, any way to touch more of Alden, as Alden touches all of me.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, Alden…”
When he’s had his fill, he makes the slow journey back up to my kiss, coasting his skin along me, cocks warm and hard between us again. He scoops his thick arms underneath mine, propping himself on his elbows to take in my face, my ecstasy. I’m so dazzled by the love and beauty I see looking down at me I can hardly breathe. I reach up, kissing him hungrily. My hips rising, pushing against Alden, my mouth at his with a tender urgency, sucking lightly at his tongue and lips. He leans back again, to smile down at me. It feels like he’s taking me all in, like a sunset. That beautiful. I can’t believe how easy it is to believe him.
“Julian…”
I pull him down roughly, arms tight as I can manage around him.
“Alden. I am yours. I’m yours forever. I am all yours. You know that.”
He moans, more turned on than ever at the sound of it.
“All mine,” he says in a low growl, and smiles wickedly. “All mine,” satisfied and greedy. And just as I’m ready to get lost in that hunger forever, he smiles tenderly again, kissing my eyelids in turn.
“And I’m yours. Let me give myself to you, Julian. Let me fill you up.”
It almost hurts, holding one finger to my lips. “Fine. Soon. But not tonight.”
Alden doesn’t pout, he never would, but there’s a new confusion in the fire of his eyes. I smile sweetly, hoping to be adorable and contrite.
“Somewhere between your trip down south and that last kiss I became quite sure we’re heading into heat territory. I don’t think I could stop myself if I wanted to. And I don’t want to. At all.”
Alden cocks his head. “Well? I mean. I’m ready to go…”
I have to laugh. “I’m aware.”
Alden’s eyes are unfocused in pleasure, our bodies continuing their slow undulation. “Harbaugh has condoms in his toolkit if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Wow, you are prepared.”
He’s lost in thought for a moment. “I haven’t ever…been with anybody.”
I shrug, relieved but not thrown. “We get to make it up together as we go along, and that means being very patient. Do you see what I’m saying?”
Alden nods eagerly. “Yes. I want it to be perfect.”
“At least until we get to the power grid.”
He nods forcefully, excited. “Yes! Like we did something to earn it. Only…” Alden winks. That joyful, wicked grin reaches right down into the very deepest parts of me.
“What?”
Alden blushes again, just a little bit. “Can I finish you, though? Does that count?”
Could that do something to my heat? Do our pheromones mess with my ripening womb? Nobody ever tells you what you need to know. By the time I have an answer, Alden’s mouth is wrapped around the length of me, with a suction so powerful it takes my breath away completely.
Alden’s tongue plays along and around the tip of my penis, rising and falling in rhythm with me as I thrust with every wave of pleasure, unable to hold back. He guides me, with one hand squeezing a tensing glute and the other around my cock. Slowly and surely, in and out, running his tongue along every surface, teasing and tickling, hot wet breath never ceasing.
Just as I begin to wonder if he’s going to take another detour south, whether I can encourage it, he reads my mind. Alden bends to it suddenly enough to surprise me, shoving my legs into the air and pulling out a loud, wild moan from my lungs with his suddenly forceful tongue. My hips rise into the air with all the strength of my back and core, pressing against that hungry mouth.
“I have never felt anything like that. How do you…” I lose it again, moaning and laughing, Alden shushing me.
“I just thought you’d like it,” he says sweetly against my thigh, breathing deep. “The sounds you make when I touch you there make me so hard I can barely think.”
I growl as Alden returns to that sweet spot, roaming in search of ever greater pleasure.
“When you tell me what makes you hard,” I groan out. “That makes me hard.”
Alden laughs, but whatever he says next is muffled, first by my body and then my guttural moans. I want Alden touching every inch of me, forever. To burn up in the center of his love. To feel him driving deep into me, lighting me up like a star. I want to ride, and ride, and ride. Soon enough, I will.
It’s that thought while looking down at Alden’s face, shocked by pleasure and tender with love, that’s enough to do it. A warm jet of cum spills out powerfully over Alden’s hands and beard, and he smiles up at me with delight and pride.
If it’s worth doing, as Captain Harbaugh always said, it’s worth doing right. Alden wipes us both down with a nearby shirt, and pulls me, spent and panting, into his arms.
“Sleep. Go to sleep. Let me hold you. Please, just let me hold you.”
My bliss is interrupted with a thought, and my eyes pop open even as I’m trying to comply.
“What about you?” I guiltily eye his massive cock where it lays against my thigh.
“What? Oh. I’m good,” Alden says, not really seeming to think about it one way or the other.
“But you’re the alpha. You’re my alpha, it’s not…I can’t just let you…”
Alden nods, as if he understands, and takes my chin in hand again. Those indigo-blue eyes as serious and sweet as they’ve ever been.
“I am your alpha. Don’t think of it as a…favor. To me, it’s not like that at all. I made you come. You came for me. I did that. I made you give me your cum. I made you lose control. That’s what your alpha did. I took what I wanted.”
I shiver, a delicious aftershock running through me, touched in a way I’d never imagined. I have nothing else to say to that, except that I can’t wait for him to keep taking me, taking whatever he wants, forever.
The slow steady breathing from him, and the heat of his body is like a song. Beautiful music only my body can hear. We sleep.
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sp; Tomorrow all the pain and loss will be worth it. Tomorrow, our new lives begin.
Tomorrow, we take the city.
12
The End of the World
Alden
The tram station is a simple platform, a box around this end of the track. It reminds me a little bit of a rollercoaster, a tunnel with a dizzying drop a few feet away.
“Did you push the button?”
I laugh, and Julian grins. Of course, I pushed the button. The first thing I did was push the button, once I found the button.
But it’s been far more than an hour, the longest we should have had to wait. I run my fingers down the bank of buttons and switches, looking out over our still-dark world, and sigh. Jules comes dancing toward me across the room, face lovely and dramatic in the mechanical glow.
“I want to turn on spotlights. Floodlights! I want to fill every room with candles and make love on the top of every building.”
It takes my breath away, just a little bit. Candlelight with Julian Forrester, all alone here. “Sure! You’re a genius, and that’s a top-shelf idea. But first, we need power.”
Beyond frustrated, Julian shakes his head at me, curls bouncing. “This mission cost hundreds of billions of dollars, Alden. How is everything always broken?”
I take him into my arms, laughing, and squeeze his hand with a wink. “No idea. But there’s a silver lining.”
He turns around, not entirely playing at irritation now.
“We thought this might happen. The tram’s not working because the power’s still off, but how do we get the power on, without the tram?”
He flashes a wild grin then, and his eyes go wide. “Gosh,” he whispers, putting a hand lightly on my chest as he looks out over the world. “We’re going to hike it.”
His pleasure sends a thrill from my seat all the way up to my throat. We’re going to make it ours. I’ll give him a whole world, and he’ll show me the whole thing.
Julian seems a little anxious, looking out over the dark rows of generic white, that suddenly look like malformed teeth. I know the schematics at least as well as Julian but casting the beam of my flashlight out into the darkness of the city, I can’t really tell what’s what. But there’s a light in his eyes.