Caught in Your Wake

by Darien Cox

  “Oh my God, is that your lube?”

  “It is. Purchased from the sex shop by Christian then sold to me for cash. My secret lube back-channel.”

  Tyler laughed, examining the bottle. “It looks like a jar of honey.”

  “It’s lube, I promise. Honey gets stuck in your pubes and it’s not fun getting it out.”

  Tyler snorted. “You’ve actually...used honey?”

  “Not for lube! But for...you know. Sex play.”

  Sliding over, Tyler straddled Tim’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. “I don’t like thinking about you having sex play with anyone but me.”

  Tim’s smile slid away, expression turning serious. “Then I won’t have sex play with anyone but you from now on. How’s that sound?”

  Tyler’s heart fluttered. “Sounds good. And I won’t have it with anyone but you.”

  “God, Tyler. You have no idea what that just did to me. You saying that while you’re sitting on my dick. Can we start now?”

  “Yes.” He moved his hips, grinding himself against the growing bulge in Tim’s jeans. “How do you want me?”

  “You’re the guest. How do you want me?”

  “I feel exhausted,” Tyler said. “Mentally and physically. Exhausted but so horny for you. I need to feel you touching me and taking me and wanting me. I want to just lie down and feel you do what you want with me. Anything you want.”

  “Then that...” Tim flipped them over so Tyler was on his back. “Is exactly what’s going to happen.”

  And that’s exactly what did happen. Tim undressed Tyler and himself quickly, almost frantically, but then he slowed way the fuck down. Lying on his stomach, Tyler could feel the fullness of Tim’s erection where it rested against his ass, but Tim took his time massaging Tyler, thumbs kneading his neck and shoulders.

  The massage remained moderately chaste until Tim’s hands had made their way to his lower back, then his mouth and tongue got involved. Tyler jolted, then groaned as Tim bit and sucked his ass cheeks, squeezing them with both hands. The touching stopped, but only briefly, and Tyler smiled when he heard the top pop on the Gummi Glide. “What are you doing down there?”

  “I’m about to make your ass taste like Gummi Bears. Then I’m going to eat it.”

  Tyler’s heart pounded as slick fingers lubed his hole. His dick swelled in anticipation, but the moment Tim’s tongue made contact he fell into a fit of laughter.

  “Stop that!” Tim slapped his ass.

  “I’m sorry. It feels good but it tickles.”

  Tim licked him gently, and Tyler flinched, giggling.

  “Stop clenching!” Tim laughed. “You’re supposed to be enjoying this. My ego’s taking a beating here.”

  “Try doing it harder.”

  “Oh, I love hearing those words from you.”

  Tyler shivered, then groaned as Tim blew on his hole, then a hot tongue penetrated him.

  “Fuck. That’s good.”

  Tim did it again, and again, pinching Tyler’s cheeks and squeezing them apart as his face burrowed deeper. Tyler’s ass lifted, body twisting and stomach muscles tightening as the pleasure became overwhelming. “Stop.”

  “Why?”

  “I need to fuck.”

  Tim flipped him over onto his back. “Your wish is my command.” He grasped Tyler’s hands and pinned his arms up over his head. “Lie back, close your eyes, and just feel it, okay?”

  Smiling, Tyler closed his eyes. His hands were released and then he heard Tim getting a condom ready, which made his dick twitch. “Just make sure I feel it good and hard. Remember, I’m not delicate.”

  “Hey, zip it. You’re supposed to be passive, not setting conditions.”

  “You said you want to make me feel good, so I’m telling you what I...” He gasped as his ass was lifted off the mattress and Tim thrust into him. “Oh...”

  “That good and hard enough for you?”

  With the Gummi Glide and all the tongue play he was plenty slick, so Tim’s cock filled him completely with no hesitation. His eyes opened and he stared up at Tim. “Do it again.”

  Cheeks flushed, Tim hooked Tyler’s legs over his shoulders. He bore down, the position making everything deeper and more sensitive. “Go ahead, baby,” he huffed. “Tell me what to do.”

  “Fuck me, please. Pin me down and fuck me, fuck me deep.”

  Tim pressed down on him and captured his mouth. Tyler whimpered, because he loved this part. He loved being pinned down with his legs up while Tim’s hot tongue probed his mouth, his kisses heated but gentle. He felt completely owned, a bit dirty but also cherished and wanted. He sucked Tim’s lips, crossing his heels around his neck and trapping him there.

  With a gasp Tim broke the kiss. “Oh fuck, I think this is it. My favorite position with you.”

  “You like my legs around your neck, don’t you?”

  “I fucking love it. You’re so needy and possessive I just wanna...” He began thrusting into Tyler hard. “I wanna tear you apart.”

  Mouth falling open, Tyler’s pleasure blasted through him, becoming more blissed out as Tim’s stamina seemed to increase, slapping against him and hitting him just right inside, hard and fast. “Yes,” he huffed. “Yes, fuck yes don’t stop. Please. Please...”

  Tim faltered a moment, then kept fucking. “God Ty, this isn’t gonna last long. You turn me on so much.”

  “Just keep going like that, and I won’t last long either.”

  Tim groaned and his eyes closed. Tyler could see his concentration, feel his effort not to lose the rhythm. But he could tell by the stiffening cock inside him that Tim was right on the edge, so Tyler let himself go, grabbing his own cock and tugging. Once, twice, “Open your eyes, I’m coming!”

  Tim’s eyes opened then he gasped at the first splash of hot cum hitting his chest. “Tyler, God, yes. Shoot it all over me.”

  He cried out in pleasure as Tim brought him over the edge with gold-medal stamina. Tim’s hips thrust and his face turned red but damn, he stayed hard and kept pumping until Tyler’s orgasm peaked and he finally stopped howling.

  Tyler’s legs dropped to the mattress, then Tim’s thrusts slowed. He was still hard, hadn’t come yet. He kissed Tyler deeply as his cock glided in and out, slowly, gently, until he shuddered. His lips tore free and he stared into Tyler’s eyes as he climaxed.

  “I love the way you look at me,” Tyler whispered. “Especially when you come.”

  As his breathing slowed, Tim cradled Tyler’s head in his hands. “How do I look at you?”

  “Like you want me so much it hurts a little.”

  Tim slipped out and rolled them onto their sides. Wiping sweat from his brow, he said, “That is incredibly accurate. How did you know?”

  “Because I can see it in your eyes, and because it’s the same way I feel.”

  “Ty...” Tim’s knuckles brushed his cheek. “Tell me this doesn’t have to end.”

  Tyler blinked slowly. “Tell me you don’t want it to end.”

  Tim kissed him. “I don’t want it to end.”

  “Then we’ll find a way to make it work.”

  “You won’t let...you won’t talk yourself out of it again?”

  Shaking his head, Tyler said, “I can’t. You take up so much space inside me now. I’d be too empty without you.”

  Tim’s eyes closed and he smiled. “For a robot, you sure know how to say some sweet things.”

  “Was it sweet? I was just explaining how it feels the best way I can.”

  “It wasn’t just sweet. It was perfect.” Tim’s eyes widened. “Shit. I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to use that word with you.”

  “Perfect?”

  Tim nodded, chewing his bottom lip.

  “It’s all right. I feel tonight like...like something happened when I spoke the words out loud. Brought the truth into the light. Like I released it. The past doesn’t have such a hold on me anymore.”

  “You mean it?”

  “Yea
h. I feel different. Liberated or something.” He wet his lips. “And thirsty.”

  Tim sat up. “I’ll get you some water. You’re still the boss of me after all, long as you’re here, right?”

  “Right. Like you’ve listened to me at all on this mission.”

  Tim feigned shock, placing his hand on his chest. “I have been absolutely subordinate!”

  “I can’t take you seriously when you’re standing there naked with a condom still hanging off your dick.”

  “Oh, shit. I’m gonna go get cleaned up, then I’ll bring you some water.”

  “Okay.” Tyler stretched back on the mattress, smiling. “I’ll be here.”

  While Tim was upstairs, Tyler dug his supplies out of his jeans pocket and rolled a joint. He wasn’t feeling anxious, it was more of a precautionary measure. In truth, he felt more content than he ever had. Felt like he could sleep here and dream freely and be safe. The only nerves he had were happy nerves. Excitement tingling as he replayed the things they’d said to each other.

  Holy shit, there it is again. Happiness.

  “Tyler?”

  He looked up as Tim came down the stairs. He held a glass of water, his face pale. Tyler jumped up and went to him. “What’s wrong?”

  “I think I saw Elvis.”

  “What?”

  “Elvis. The mechanical spider Fi and Fo were talking about? I swear I think I just saw it in the driveway.”

  Tim’s hand was shaking, so Tyler took the water glass from him. “Are you sure?”

  “Well, I heard a noise, looked outside, and saw a black, metallic spider the size of a fucking basketball. So yeah. I’m pretty damn sure.”

  “Shit. I thought this nonsense was over.” Tyler’s phone rang. He set the water down and hunted around on the floor for his jeans. Finally finding them, he dug the phone out of his pocket. “It’s Brett calling. Double-shit. Something must be up.”

  “Put him on speaker.”

  “Hey, Brett. You’re on speaker with me and Tim.”

  “Guys, hi. Listen, Baz was just here. The twins are missing from the base.”

  Tim and Tyler looked at each other. “Missing? Just gone?”

  “Yeah. Their parents went to Baz and he’s in a panic. There are hybrids looking for them. This probably has nothing to do with us, but considering what we learned earlier about their recklessness, just keep an eye out. Stay indoors until you hear back from me. And keep the doors locked.”

  “Shit,” Tyler said.

  “Tell him,” Tim said.

  “Tell me what?” Brett said.

  “Tim thinks he saw...Elvis in the driveway just now.”

  “Elvis? Who the fuck...oh, the alleged spider drone? That thing is real?”

  “Unfortunately, I think yes,” Tim said. “I flicked the porch light on and it scuttled off around the side of the house.”

  “You’re sure it wasn’t a cat or something?”

  “I thought you’d have learned to believe me by now, Brett.”

  “I’m sorry, I’m just making certain.”

  “It was about a foot tall and wide, black, and had these metallic legs. I saw it move and it looked like a goddamn spider, that’s all I can say.”

  “Fuck. Okay, Nolan and I are coming over. Tyler, do not go outside. I mean it, buddy.”

  “You don’t think Ogden wants another juicy piece of hybrid tech?”

  “I’m sure he does. But wait for us. The sole purpose of these drones so far has been to lure people out in the open.”

  “I’ll wait for you guys.”

  “Okay, sit tight. Lock the doors. We’ll be there soon.”

  Tyler hung up. “Damn it.”

  “Do you think it’s the twins? You think they’re out there somewhere? That they sent the spider here?”

  “I think it would be a big fucking coincidence that the twins go missing the same night we spot Genius George’s mechanical spider on the property. Get dressed. Let’s go upstairs.”

  The dressed fast, and when they got to the living room Tim peeked out the window.

  Tyler picked up his gun. “See anything?”

  “It’s not there anymore. But I’m still fucking freaked out.”

  “You heard Brett. He and Nolan are coming over. We’ll handle this.” A loud crash sounded behind them and they both whirled around. “What was that?”

  “Sounded like the back door.”

  Gun pointed, Tyler started down the hall.

  “Ty, wait!”

  “Stay behind me.” He made it to the end of the hall then they both stopped once they turned the corner.

  The back door stood open. On the tiled floor just before, a metal spider sat motionless. It had one large, glittering eye—likely a camera. Tyler pointed his gun directly at it. “Is that you, Fi and Fo?”

  No response. No movement.

  “This is not a game you want to play. We don’t find it funny. So take your toy out of here and fuck off back to base. People are worried about you.”

  The spider remained where it was, motionless but for that single eye, pulsing with light.

  “I don’t want to have to break your toy,” Tyler said. “Back it up, and out of the house.”

  The spider still didn’t move.

  “Tyler?” Tim said. “Ty...something’s wrong.”

  Tyler turned, a chill running through him at the panic in Tim’s voice.

  “Tyler what’s happening?” Tim asked, then fell to his knees.

  “Tim!” Tyler caught him as he collapsed onto the floor. “Tim what’s wrong?” He shook his shoulder. His eyes were closed, lips parted, but he was breathing. Tyler’s heart pounded. He gently lay Tim on the floor then stood and dug his phone out.

  He was about to call Brett but froze when a figure stepped into view at the other end of the hall near the living room. Tyler pointed his gun. “Stay where you are!”

  The figure walked slowly toward him. Close to seven feet tall, it looked male, sleek black hair to his shoulders, a single, platinum stripe on one side.

  “I said stop!”

  The figure stopped. In the shadowy hallway, Tyler couldn’t make out facial features, but the hands were chalk-white. The man was very thin, wearing dark pants and some sort of billowy red top. It held a white hand up. “Sleep.”

  Tyler stumbled. A heaviness to his limbs, his eyes trying to close. He suddenly recognized what was happening, different but also familiar, like invisible fingers inside his mind. Trying to access that certain part of his brain, to knock him out, like the Greys used to. But this was no Grey. The energy was similar but slightly less powerful, and he fought it. Holding the wall for support, he breathed deeply, looking down at the hand that still held the gun. Stay awake. Fight it.

  “Sleep,” the figure repeated, the voice deep and gravelly.

  The fog cleared, and Tyler looked up. “No.”

  The black-haired being’s head tilted to the side. “Interesting.”

  “I will shoot you.” Letting go of the wall, he got the gun up again. “I will.”

  “Not if Elvis shoots you first.”

  Tyler’s instincts were fast, but before he could turn around something sharp and painful hit the back of his neck. He fired the stunner at the figure down the hall but stumbled and missed his mark, taking out an overhead light.

  Numbness ran through his body and the gun slipped from his grip. Knees buckling, he went down, landing hard on his back.

  He couldn’t move his limbs, his breath quickening as his pulse sped with fear. He heard footsteps, then a shadow fell over him and he was looking up into a painted face. No, it wasn’t paint. It was just skin. But it was so strange. His vision swam.

  “Now,” the creature said, leaning over Tyler’s body. “Sleep.”

  This time, Tyler couldn’t fight it. He was too weak from whatever that spider shot into his neck. The strange face blurred. Then darkness.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The music is too damn loud.


  Tim lifted his head off the floor and froze. Did he get drunk last night? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t know why he was on the floor or even where the fuck he was. A bar? A nightclub? Colored squares pulsed on the floor and a disco ball hung from a domed ceiling, making the walls spin with sparkling lights. A beat pumped loudly through a sound system and Madonna sang about getting into the groove. “What the fuck?”

  He stood on wobbly legs, rubbing his head as he looked around. Motion caught his eye from across the room. Behind a floor-to-ceiling glass rectangle built into the wall, two tall white beings pounded fists against the surface, like they were trapped and trying to get out. Tim’s stomach lurched. Hybrids, a male and a female, unfamiliar to him. They were both as tall as Baz with similar features, long blue robes, platinum hair falling to their waists. Their faces were tight with anguish as they stared directly back at him, waving for his attention and slapping the glass.

  He looked sharply to his left and jumped when he spotted the hybrid twins, Fi and Fo. Ignoring Tim’s presence, they stood atop a circular platform, dancing. Still dressed in the colorful jumpsuits with the same strange hairdos, they threw their arms up and spun about, swaying hips and tossing their heads around.

  His eyes drifted to the right as he began to survey the rest of the room, then stopped short when he spotted a cluster of chairs ten feet away. The chairs were huge with towering red satin backs, three of them arranged in a semi-circle. Seated in the largest chair in the center was a tall, thin man with silky black hair that fell to his shoulders. Super-long legs wrapped in shiny black slacks with red boots, one crossed over the other, and a red, blousy shirt with ruffles. With his head bent down, a curtain of hair covered his face. One thick platinum white stripe ran down the right side of his shiny raven locks.

  The stranger was focused on the mechanical spider resting on his lap, poking and prodding at it with something like a screwdriver. Whatever he was doing he seemed consumed by the work, though Tim doubted the guy didn’t know he was there. Like the twins, he seemed content to ignore Tim. For now, at least.