Stirring Creatures

by Darien Cox

  He tried hard to distract himself from his own pleasure so he wouldn’t come first, but though Christian continued to tug his own swollen cock, he didn’t seem any closer to blowing. Myles had grown intimately accustomed to the signs, the little changes that indicated his boyfriend’s impending climax, but Christian wasn’t there yet.

  “Faster,” Christian whispered, gaze locked on Myles. “Fuck me fast.”

  Myles was giving it everything he had, the pressure valve getting close to critical with each hot squeeze around his dick, but Christian still kept huffing, “Harder. Go harder. Please, Myles. Harder. Faster.”

  For fuck sakes, I’m going as hard and fast as I can. He was sweating, muscles straining. And Christian felt too good squeezed around his cock, clenching him tight, lifting his hips in time. Christian had always been an aggressive fuck, no matter what position he was in. His lean body was strong as hell, and he could bounce Myles up off the mattress with just a thrust of his hips. But this morning he was going extra wild, and Myles had to grip his shoulders and hang on so he wouldn’t be thrown off like a rodeo rider.

  “Christian, baby, I’m too close.”

  “Not yet.” Christian pushed Myles off and flipped him over onto his back. He swung a leg over, straddling him. “Not yet,” he said, jaw tight as he slid down. The brief disconnection should have helped Myles regain some of his control, but it was quickly stolen from him when Christian slapped his hands onto his chest, pinning him to the mattress, then began hammering his ass down with such speed and strength that Myles lost his breath.

  He couldn’t speak...not to ask Christian to slow down, nor warn of his incoming climax. Because he was lost in it, mouth open, body going rigid as he spilled into the undulating vise that rode him. Christian’s powerful movements brought him hard, the pleasure sharp and consuming, until finally he was able to gasp out a hoarse, “Slow down,” when his dick became too sensitive. “Christian, slow down. Stop!”

  Christian’s movement ceased, head thrown back as he jerked himself off onto Myles’ chest, howling his orgasm, the sound startlingly loud in the quiet room. When he’d finally spent all he had, his head fell forward, then he teetered over, collapsing in a sweaty heap beside Myles.

  “Holy shit,” Myles said as he struggled to catch his breath. “I’m gonna have bruises, you maniac.”

  Chuckling, Christian snuggled into Myles’ side. “Sorry. I had a lot of pent up energy.”

  “I guess.”

  A warm tongue licked a line up Myles’ neck, then soft breath in his ear. “You came though, right?”

  “Ah, yeah. Like a rocket. You didn’t notice?”

  Christian’s arm tightened around him. “Was kind of lost in it. Heard you tell me to stop but was about to come. I hope I didn’t actually hurt you.”

  “No. You stopped before you broke my dick. I think.”

  “We should shower. I’ll soap you up and make you come again.”

  Myles wrapped his arms around Christian, chuckling. “I think I need a bit more reprieve than that. But we can shower together before I make you breakfast.”

  “Okay.” Christian rolled over and stood. He swayed, stumbled, then grabbed the end table for support.

  Myles sat up. “Hey, you okay?”

  Christian nodded. “Yeah, fine. Just got dizzy for a minute.”

  “You need to eat.” Myles hopped out of bed. “I’ll make breakfast. Go shower.”

  “But I want to shower with you. It’s not food I’m hungry for. See?”

  Naked, Christian walked toward him, grinning. But Myles wasn’t smiling. Christian’s erection was at full bloom again, stiff and full, pointing at him. “How are you that hard again already?”

  “Must be you.” Christian slid his arms around Myles’ shoulders, nuzzling his neck. “You do this to me.”

  “Christian—”

  “Please, Myles,” he whispered in his ear, rutting against him. “Please suck me off in the shower.”

  Myles sighed, stroking Christian’s hair. Warring elements stirred in his mind. Was Christian’s sex-drive amped up because of some residual blowback from Baz’s ‘accident’, or did Christian want to ensure Myles wasn’t going to pull away from him because of it? Christian was a sexual dynamo, but Myles had never seen him up and ready to go again this quickly after blowing his load.

  Maybe he just needs to get it out of his system. Just give him what he needs and don’t overthink it.

  Myles allowed Christian to lead him to the bathroom. Under the shower stream, they soaped each other up, and Christian’s stiff erection didn’t ebb...if anything it was bigger, harder. Myles stroked it, but stopped Christian’s hand when he tried to reciprocate. Myles was soft, and somewhat sore from the rough sex. So he dropped to his knees and took Christian in his mouth.

  Christian came almost instantly, filling Myles’ mouth with his seed, moaning as he leaned against the shower wall. When Myles rose, Christian’s eyes were closed, water droplets clinging to his long dark lashes. “Now are you satisfied?” he whispered in Christian’s ear, sliding his arms around his waist.

  “Very. And hungry.”

  “Let’s get out of here so I can feed you.”

  Christian nodded, and stepped out of the shower. Myles followed, barely catching Christian’s arm as he stumbled again, hanging onto the towel rack for support.

  “Christian!”

  Holding a hand up, Christian took a deep breath. “I’m okay. Just a little dizzy spell.”

  “I don’t like this. I want to get you checked out.”

  “No.” Christian turned and smiled at Myles, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around him. “I’m fine. I just need food.”

  Myles frowned.

  “Hey.” Christian stroked Myles chin and kissed him. “I’m fine, Myles. Just hungry.”

  Sighing, Myles nodded. “I’ll go start breakfast.”

  Myles returned to the bedroom and tugged on some sweats and a tee shirt. He heard Christian brushing his teeth. Worry tightened his gut. He pushed it aside and went to the kitchen, pulling a good amount of food out of the fridge, and began cooking.

  Maybe Christian was just hungry. But if after breakfast, Myles witnessed one more of those dizzy spells, he was dragging Christian to a doctor whether he liked it or not. And if that happened, he knew he’d have to call Ogden.

  And have yet another very awkward conversation.

  ****

  Christian stared at Myles, but couldn’t find words to respond to all he’d just heard. They’d eaten a huge breakfast, but Myles refused to speak about Baz until afterward. Now they sat on the couch in the living room. Myles had turned on the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, put on soft music, then relayed his entire conversation with Baz and Nolan last night. And Christian was having trouble digesting it all.

  “Say something.” Myles frowned. “You all right?”

  “So that thing that happened to me at the cabin last night...what I felt. That was Baz’s...climax? Going through me?”

  “I’m not sure if it was an actual orgasm on his part. I mean...physically. Meaning I’m not sure it was the same as what he does with other hybrids during actual sex. But you got to feel some of it, yes.”

  “So...that’s what I felt. Baz’s feelings for me. His...” Christian winced. “Sexual feelings about me.”

  Myles nodded. “It’s weird, I know. But yes. That’s what you felt.”

  “Damn.” Christian chuckled and shook his head. “Can’t believe he feels that way about me. I mean, holy shit.”

  “Pretty powerful, huh?”

  Myles’ blue eyes held something raw, and Christian realized he had to be cautious of his boyfriend’s feelings regarding this. Shit, this would make anyone insecure and unsettled. And Myles was handling it with grace, maturity, and compassion. Taking Myles’ hand in his, Christian said, “It was just a physical response. There was no heart in it, Myles. No connection to Baz, or anyone else. I didn’t feel Baz while it was happening.
Just the sensations.”

  “I know. I’m not worried about any of that. Only about you, and how you feel.”

  “I feel fine. And in love. With you. I’m just sorry this is going to cause problems for the team. I should never have gone over there last night.”

  “Don’t take that onto yourself. I’m sure Ogden will find plenty for you to do that doesn’t involve meeting with alien hybrids.” Myles smiled.

  Christian leaned in and kissed him, happy to see that gorgeous dimpled smile. “I’m crazy about you. Have I told you that lately?”

  Myles wrapped a hand around Christian’s neck and pulled him in again, kissing him soft and deep. “Yes,” he whispered as he eased back from the kiss. “But you can keep telling me, anytime you want.”

  Christian turned his head when Myles frowned at something over his shoulder. “She got one,” Myles said.

  “Dammit, Cuervo!” His dog had taken advantage of their distraction, sneaked in and pulled one of the candy canes off the Christmas tree. She looked guiltily at Christian, shuffling back a pace, but kept the candy cane clamped in her teeth.

  “Put it down!” Christian shouted. “Fucking dog.”

  “Hey.” Myles frowned and touched Christian’s shoulder. “Take it easy.”

  “She knows she’s not supposed to eat those.”

  “She’s a dog, and she’s not used to you yelling at her like that. What the hell’s the matter with you?”

  “You’re right.” Christian took a deep breath. “Cuervo, come here, babygirl.”

  Cuervo huffed, danced a circle, then faced him again. She dropped the candy cane, then immediately picked it up again. It crunched in half as she chewed through the plastic wrapper.

  “Cuervo! Bring it here. That’s not good for you.”

  The dog stilled, but held on.

  “Drop it. I’m not playing.”

  Cuervo moved across the room, sat down and dropped the candy cane. She held it down with one paw, lowered her head, and ripped into the plastic casing, ignoring him.

  Christian stood. “I said let go of it, Cuervo!”

  The dog yelped and jumped to her feet as the candy cane flew from her grasp, went hurtling across the room, and smashed into the wall.

  Cuervo scurried out of the room, tail between her legs.

  “Christian!” Myles stepped up beside him, the two of them staring at the broken candy cane on the floor near the wall. “What the fuck just happened?”

  Mouth open, Christian stared. “I have no idea,” he whispered.

  Myles walked over and picked up the mangled candy cane. His blue eyes met Christian’s, brows pinched.

  “Myles.”

  “The candy cane flew across the room by itself.”

  “I saw that, but why?”

  “I think you know why.”

  Christian shook his head. “No. I didn’t do that. It wasn’t me.”

  “Well, it wasn’t Cuervo! And it wasn’t me!” Myles tossed the candy cane down and walked toward him, grabbing his shoulders. “Christian, you ripped that candy out of the dog’s mouth with your mind.”

  “Fuck off!” Christian’s heart hammered and he pulled back from Myles’ grasp. “That’s impossible.”

  “It should be. But the Whites can do shit like that. So can the hybrids. And you got dosed with something from a hybrid last night.”

  Pointing at him, Christian took a step back. “You trying to tell me this is some side-effect from Baz mind-fucking me?”

  “Calm down.”

  “Too late. I am nowhere near calm.”

  “We need to tell someone. We need to call someone.”

  “Who? Ogden? And tell him what? That I...” Christian glanced down at himself as he felt his cock suddenly swell. In his lounge pants, there was no hiding it. A full, spontaneous boner tented the front of his pants, throbbing. Dizziness washed over him and he stumbled to the couch, sitting down and bending over, taking slow, deep breaths.

  “Christian...”

  “Myles,” he whispered. “I’m scared.”

  Myles approached the couch and knelt down. “You have an erection again?”

  Christian nodded, wincing.

  “Did it just happen? Just now?”

  “Yes,” Christian rasped.

  “Not when we were kissing?”

  “No. Just now. After the...” He pointed to the wall. “Candy cane thing.”

  “And nothing...turned you on?”

  “I don’t get turned on by yelling at my dog, Myles!”

  “Christian...shit.”

  “I think...I think there’s something wrong with me.”

  Myles stood. “I’m calling Nolan.”

  Looking up, Christian winced. “Do we have to tell anyone?”

  “Christian!”

  “Maybe it’s temporary! Whatever this is. It’ll probably pass!”

  “Whatever this is, it’s getting worse. I’m not risking it. We’re calling Nolan.”

  “Okay, okay. It’s just fucked up and embarrassing.”

  “It could be dangerous to your health, so shut the fuck up about embarrassing. Nolan can get hold of Baz. Baz trusts him, he’ll show if Nolan calls. And Nolan already heard all the shit Baz said last night. We need to find out what’s happening to you and how to fix it.”

  Shifting on the couch, Christian glanced down at the offending boner, then looked up at Myles. “Okay. Call Nolan. But no one else.”

  Myles ran to the kitchen, and returned with an ice pack. “Lie down. Keep this on your groin.”

  “Okay.”

  “And try not to...think anything to hard.”

  “Huh?”

  “You know what I mean. Don’t get worked up or angry.”

  “Afraid I’ll bring down the roof with my mind?”

  Myles gave him a hard scowl.

  “I’ll just lie here and meditate. I promise.”

  “Okay. Gonna call Nolan. I’ll be back.”

  After Myles left the room, Christian stretched back on the couch and rested the ice pack on his groin. He flinched from the cold, but kept it there. He was terrified, but vowed to try and hold it together for Myles’ sake. He knew Myles was twice as terrified and worried sick about him, and there was no way Christian would make it worse for him. He’d put Myles through enough the past twenty-four hours.

  I’ll be fine, he assured himself, taking deep, calming breaths. Probably just a temporary side-effect. Baz will know what to do.

  “Fucker better know what to do,” he whispered, closing his eyes. “Or I’ll kick his tall white ass. Punch him right in his weird freaky eyeball. Kick him in his long white dick.”

  Something when pop and Christian jumped. He sat up, stunned to see one of the glass ornament balls on the Christmas tree had shattered.

  “Shit.”

  He got up and quickly gathered the pieces, glancing down the hall and listening for Myles. Covertly, he scooted into the kitchen and dumped the ruined ornament in the trash, then hurried back to the couch.

  He lay back down, forcing deep, calming breaths. He couldn’t let his fear and anger get the better of him. His emotions were in high gear—had been since he’d left Baz’s cabin, now that he thought about it. He’d been amped up, horny, hungry, short-fused with poor Cuervo. It was like everything was heightened, like something turbulent stirring inside him that wanted to get out, but couldn’t quite find the path. So it came out in unpredictable ways...like hurling candy canes across the room or smashing Christmas tree ornaments. Fucking Myles too hard, unable to hold back, then wanting more as soon as he came.

  He had to be careful, or he might end up hurting Myles or Cuervo.

  Breathe.

  Myles returned to the living room and looked down at Christian. “Doing all right?”

  “Sure. Just swell. No pun intended. You talk to Nolan?”

  Nodding, Myles forced a smile. “He’s on it. Gonna get back to us as soon as he can.”

  “So what do we do now?”
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br />   “We stay calm. And we wait.”

  ****

  “Okay, what the fuck was that about?” Christian stared at the ceiling, shaken.

  He and Myles had been waiting patiently for the past hour, but other than a ‘Talked to Baz, waiting for more info’ text, had received no further word from Nolan.

  Myles had been just about to call and check on Nolan’s progress, when a blinding white spotlight beam penetrated the ceiling, poured over Myles for thirty seconds, then moved on to Christian. Christian had sat on the couch, trembling, as the beam flooded over him for a full two minutes, until it finally blinked out.

  Cuervo had stood nearby, barking furiously until Myles went over and soothed her.

  Christian had been afraid to move, but managed not to completely lose his shit, as he more than suspected where the beam was coming from. He and the team had seen this before, beams of light that could penetrate roofs and search around inside a house.

  The Whites.

  Myles took Cuervo into the kitchen, gave her a bowl of food, then returned and sat next to Christian on the couch, hugging him tight. “It’s gone now. You okay?”

  “Yeah.” His heart thudded. “I’m okay. You?”

  “Fine. I’m guessing that was The Whites? Something from one of their craft?”

  “I think so.” Christian eased back from Myles. “Call Nolan. Now. I can’t wait anymore. I need to know what’s happening, especially after that shit.”

  They both jumped as Myles’ phone range.

  “It’s Nolan. I’ll put him on speaker,” Myles said. “Nolan. We’ve got you on speaker. You have news?”

  “Yeah. How’s Christian?”

  “My dick is soft again, but not sure for how long,” Christian quipped.

  “Well, I just heard back from Baz finally. Don’t panic, but the Whites are going to go by your house and do a kind of diagnosis on Christian.”

  “Too late,” Christian said. “They were already here. And we panicked.”

  “Oh shit. Really? Fuck, that was fast. You all right?”

  “I don’t know,” Christian said. “That’s the question of the evening. You tell Baz everything that’s been happening?”