by Meg Ripley
"River," Jordan called after her, "Where are you going?"
"Wait there, I'll be right back."
She climbed the rest of the way down to the fire escape and found Geming still standing at the window, his head leaned against the frame as he stared up at the sky. The gems embedded in his skin were grey, emphasizing the heartbreaking beauty of his face.
He looked startled to see her appear in front of him and she reached her hand out to him.
"Come watch with us," she said.
Geming looked at her with a touch of intrigued confusion and she extended her hand more insistently. Finally, he took it and let her pull him out of the window.
They climbed up the ladder onto the roof and took their places, River lying between them as they gazed up at the explosion of colors now streaking across the sky as though someone had dipped a paintbrush into a swirl of colors and shaken it to splash them across a black canvas.
She took a long breath, suddenly very aware of the men on either side of her.
****
As they continued to watch the meteors, River felt her hands twitching, wanting to reach over and touch both of the boys beside her. She closed her eyes, trying to regain control of herself, and then glanced over the Geming, hoping that talking to him might distract her.
"Why did you say that tradition isn't always best?" she asked. Her voice came out low and powdery and she saw his eyes slide over to her.
"They call me Revolution because that is what I want to cause. I don't believe that the knowledge of our planet and the planets beyond should be used as a weapon and that my kind should be forced to contain the thoughts and emotions of millions before him just so he can use it to kill. I discovered the cube and the portal. Now I want to destroy the knowledge within the wall so that it can never be used to weaponize anyone else."
"But wouldn't that mean destroying everything that your people already know? Wouldn't you lose all of your history, your memories, your traditions?"
"The traditions of a people are not worth the sacrifice of the future of that people."
She was opening her mouth to speak when she noticed that the gems beside his eye were now a dark, velvety purple. Touching her fingers to them, she met his gaze.
"What are these?"
"They display my current state."
His breath had deepened when she touched him and now he was staring at her with intense concentration as if trying to memorize her.
"They were red in the building with the cube."
"Danger."
"And green downstairs."
"Frustration."
As he spoke, his voice was softening and River could feel his body slowly easing towards hers. She felt magnetized to him, wanting to reach out and touch him further.
"And grey by the window."
"Loneliness."
"And purple now."
His eyes lowered.
"I don't know."
"No?"
"I've never felt this before."
His eyes were slumbering and she could see the slow, deep rise and fall of his chest. She rested a hand to the front of his shirt and felt his heart pounding beneath his ribcage.
"I think I know what it means," she whispered and leaned forward.
River's mouth touched Geming's and she flicked the tip of her tongue across his lips. He drew in a breath and pulled his face away from hers.
"What was that?" he asked.
She smiled and laughed softly.
"A kiss. Don't you kiss here?"
Geming shook his head.
"I'm sorry."
His eyes widened slightly.
"No," he said, "Don't be sorry."
"Can I teach you?" she asked quietly, choosing her words carefully.
He nodded, but instead of River kissing him again, she moved away from him. She turned toward Jordan, who had curved slightly onto his side to watch them, and used one hand to pull him up by the front of his shirt. As soon as he was sitting, she swung one leg over so that she straddled his hips, settling herself down into his lap.
Placing her hands on either side of his neck, she lowered her mouth to his and drew him into a deep kiss. Jordan's lips parted beneath hers and she felt him teasing her tongue with his, drawing it into his mouth so he could suck on it gently. She rolled her hips against him, immediately feeling him harden and twitch beneath her. Her fingers came to the front of his shirt and worked their way down the buttons, pushing the fabric back off of his broad shoulders to reveal the body she had been thinking about since she first started her study abroad program.
River pulled away from the kiss and looked over at Geming who was watching them intently, his eyes dark and the purple of the indicators in his skin pulsating. She gestured at him with one finger to come closer. He crawled toward her and she raked her fingers back through his hair, burying them in the thick strands at the back of his neck so she could pull him forward into another kiss.
Her mouth moved against his and she felt him responding, mimicking her movements until he was kissing her passionately, drawing a whimper from her chest. He took his mouth away from hers long enough to remove his shirt and then caught it again. River felt four hands come to the hem of her shirt as both men worked to strip away the garment.
The shirt coming up over her head took her mouth away from Geming's, and before she could put it back, Jordan turned her face and kissed her again. Excitement and desire were rolling through her belly and she rocked harder against Jordan's hips, enjoying the pressure that built in her core as it cradled his growing erection.
She ended the kiss and climbed off of him carefully, turning so that she could kneel in front of Geming. Her fingertips ran down his chest and she nuzzled his face with her nose.
"You say you don't kiss here."
"No."
She bit her bottom lip and touched his belt.
"How do you mate?" she whispered.
"Only the warriors mate," he replied.
Behind her, she could hear Jordan shifting and it sounded like he was undressing the rest of the way. A moment later, she felt his fingers on the clasps at the back of her bra and the pressure released as he opened them so that it fell away from her breasts. There was a slight growl from Geming's throat and River smiled.
"Only the warriors?"
"Yes."
"What does everyone else do?"
She lowered her fingers to the front his pants and ran them along the waistband.
"We take the knowledge chosen for us by the teachers and we use it to innovate and advance."
River loosened the top button on the front of his pants and he let out a soft grunting sound. She moved down to the next button.
"So, you don't know what it feels like for someone to touch you?" she asked, releasing the next button.
Jordan's warm, strong hands came around her and cupped her breasts, kneading into them and causing her to drop her head back against his shoulder, moaning at the touch. His mouth brushed the curve of her neck and River arched her back so that she nestled back into his hips, seeking the pressure of his erection against her.
Suddenly she felt Geming's hand grasp the front of her pants and pull her forward, taking her out of Jordan's arms and pressing her against his chest. She gasped, surprised at the sudden moment of dominance and excited by the intensity in his eyes.
"Teach me," he said, and kissed her again, the pressure of his lips stronger and more confident know.
Jordan's hands returned to her body, smoothing around her waist and lowering to the front of her pants. He unfastened them quickly, drawing the zipper down and then grasping the sides so he could ease them off of her hips and down her thighs. She shifted her weight so that he could remove them as she continued to kiss Geming.
Jordan removed her shoes, socks, and pants, and then she felt him come up behind her again, tracing his fingertips along the strings on the sides of her panties. His hand flattened onto her lower belly and she felt him guiding her backwar
ds, easing her off her knees so she sat on the rubber surface of the roof. She realized he was sitting behind her, his knees up and his thighs parted so he could pull her close to his body.
Positioning her between his thighs, reclining back against him so that she was staring at Geming, Jordan ran his hands down her body and onto her thighs. He tucked his hands between her knees and pushed her legs apart. Bringing his mouth back to her neck, he brushed his finger down the apex of her thighs and River knew he could feel her wet heat through the lace. She gasped as he moved the panties aside and drew his finger up through her folds.
Jordan pushed his body harder against her from the back to support her and continued to touch her, slowly exploring her body and tracing feathery strokes across the taut bud at her peak. She felt it emerging more as he touched, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her. River moaned, writhing against his chest as he reached his finger down to her opening to gather some of her hot, slick fluid so his touch would glide across her more easily.
A few seconds later, she felt a tug on her panties and realized that Geming had approached her and was removing the scrap of lace from her body. Once completely bare, Jordan spread her legs further and she arched as cool air brushed against her. Her eyes were closed, but River could feel Geming's finger join Jordan's and begin his own exploration.
Jordan's tongue slicked across her shoulder and she moaned softly.
"Lick me," she whispered.
Jordan's hand moved up to her breast and was instantly replaced by Geming's tongue. He mimicked the movements of Jordan's fingers, licking across her with patience and reverence, occasionally pausing to circle her most sensitive spot until she was writhing and gasping against Jordan.
She was just on the brink of climax when she felt Jordan's hands grasp her hips firmly and lift them up. He led her backwards slightly and brought her down on his length, filling her so suddenly she cried out and reached behind her to grab his hair. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Geming watching them, his eyes hungry.
River adjusted her position so that she was on her knees straddling Jordan, and reached for Geming. He stepped forward and allowed her to finish unbuttoning his pants. Once they were open, he pushed them away, discarding them along with his shoes.
"Stand up," she instructed breathlessly.
Jordan's hips were rolling beneath her, plunging his shaft into her at a deep, steady rhythm and she took a moment just to enjoy the intense feeling of his length massaging her walls. When she opened her eyes again, Geming was standing in front of her, his thick, gorgeous erection at just the perfect level for her to open her mouth and flick her tongue across its tip.
Geming gasped and River smiled, reaching up to wrap her hand around the base of the shaft so she could draw him all the way in against her tongue. Jordan's pace increased and she picked up the rhythm with her hand and mouth, stroking with both as Jordan pushed into her again and again.
Geming's hands came to the sides of her head and his fingers tangled in her hair. His sounds surrounded her, blending with Jordan's from behind her and creating a combination that nearly pushed her over the brink.
"I want to be inside you," Geming groaned.
River turned her head to kiss Jordan before withdrawing him from her body and climbing off his lap. She turned around, bending forward so she was on her hands and knees, presenting herself to Geming and positioning her mouth over the tip of Jordan's cock.
She felt Geming run his hand down her back and then his fingers came between her thighs again, exploring her further until she rocked back into his hand to force his finger inside her. A moan bubbled from her lips and she arched her back further.
Geming withdrew his finger and entered her, burying himself deeply within her with one hard thrust. River gasped and felt Geming start to withdraw. She reached behind her and grasped his thigh.
"No," she said breathlessly, "Don't stop."
"Take her by her hips," Jordan instructed and her eyes snapped to his face.
He looked back at her with a devilish smile and she felt his hand come to the back of her head and guide her down to take him in her mouth just as Geming grasped her hips and started to thrust.
The boys moved her in their own rhythms, Jordan moving slightly faster than Geming, and she gave herself willing to both of them, reveling in the feeling of them both filling her and the sound of their deep moans rolling over her.
River lifted one hand between her thighs, stroking herself to match Geming's pace. Within seconds, the added sensation sent the pressure building inside her spiraling out of control and her body contracted around Geming, gripping him harder, and then dissolving into a cascade of tremors that made her pull her mouth away from Jordan and scream out.
Jordan immediately grabbed her head and pushed back into her mouth, thrusting upward against her tongue until she heard him growl and felt him swell in her mouth just before hot, thick streams began to slide down her throat.
She swallowed luxuriously and could feel Geming pick up his pace, pounding into her harder and faster until finally he let out a deep, gasping cry and she felt him pulse wildly inside her. He collapsed forward onto her back and she fell forward onto Jordan, briefly creating a stack of all three of them before they tipped to one side so that she could cuddle up close to Jordan's side and draw Geming up to curve around her from behind.
****
"Come back with us," River whispered, reaching back to take Geming's arm and wrap it around her waist.
"I can't," he replied, kissing the back of her neck, "If I go through that portal, I become what I hate. The second I step into that cube, I would become a weapon."
"You said that the knowledge isn't of any use on Earth. Maybe that means you wouldn't still be a weapon once you stepped out of the Wall."
"What other option do you have?" Jordan asked, "From what you've said, there are some people who are probably eager to make you not exist anymore. You can't stay here."
"We would have to go tonight. Everyone is watching the meteors. It is the one tradition that we all know."
The words felt meaningful and intense, and they hung heavily in the air as the three paused, soaking in the last moments of shared warmth before getting up and getting dressed again.
River held Jordan's hand behind her and Geming's in front of her as they walked down the metal stairs in the warehouse. She grabbed her backpack from where she left it on the floor and they walked out into a dark night brightened only by the flashes of color across the sky.
They had been walking for a few minutes when River heard a metallic scraping sound beside her. She turned just in time to see one of the small round vehicles coming toward them between two buildings, long metal arms sprouting from its sides. They started to run, but the robotic creature moved quickly, slithering around Geming and tackling him to the ground.
"Geming!" River shrieked.
"Go on!" Geming shouted, thrashing against the metal arm that held him tightly and was slowly dragging him across the rubber ground.
"No!"
"Go! Once the Patrol catches you, it's over. There's nothing I can do."
"Did they teach you that?" Jordan asked, running forward and grabbing Geming by the shirt, trying to pull him back.
"Yes."
River dropped her backpack to the ground and rummaged through it for a moment, then ran headlong toward the Patrol robot. As she approached, she realized that it was even smaller than she had imagined and she could see the vulnerable places where the arms emerged from the round body. They had all been holding onto Geming, but one now released him and started slithering toward Jordan.
"They may have taught you that," River said, opening the bottle in her hand, "But I know differently."
She shoved the mouth of the bottle into the open joint between the body and the arm and squeezed the sides, spraying soda into the robot. It immediately started to spark and jolt. Geming cried out as the arms tightened on him, but a moment later, they let go and he w
as able to scramble to his feet.
The three of them started running as fast as they could back to the building. Jordan lifted his cell phone to the walls to activate them with the light and they weaved their way through the corridors until they were finally back in the room with the cube.
Only when the wall closed behind them did they look at each other. Jordan laughed and shook his head.
"Soda?" he asked.
River shrugged.
"I guess it's even bad for terrifying technology."
They approached the side of the cube and River turned to Geming.
"What will happen if you go through the portal?"
"I will know and feel everything from the entire history of my kind. It will turn me into a weapon capable of destroying the universe."
"Do you know that for sure?"
"I know that is the weapon my kind has used since its beginning. It has given us the ability to win every conflict we have ever entered."
"And what will happen if you stay?"
"The Patrol will capture me and I will be brought up in front of the government and likely condemned."
"Are those your only options?" Jordan asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You said that the teachers here tell the people what they are to learn and they spend their lives innovating and advancing in that area."
"Yes."
"But you've learned beyond what they chose for you. It didn't make you a weapon, it made you stronger. Don't you think there could be a balance? Think of the meteors tonight. You said they are one tradition that everyone on this planet knows about."
"It is. It happens every year."
"Do you think that losing that tradition would be good for your kind?"
Geming stared at River, sadness in his eyes.
"No."
"The past does not have to be sacrificed for the future."
"What would happen if this cube wasn't here anymore? Could people still be weaponized?"