Stirring Creatures

by Darien Cox

  Myles rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

  “Goodnight,” Elliot said. He and Nolan turned and headed out of the room. “Night Baz. Joff.”

  “Good night,” Joff said.

  And now they were alone with the hybrids sitting ten feet away. Baz looked up at Myles, his white hair glowing amber in the firelight. “You guys all set?” Myles asked.

  Joff shifted behind Baz and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him back into his chest. “We good. Right, Baz?”

  “Good,” Baz said, but he looked anything but, his shoulders hunched, stiff in Joff’s embrace.

  Christian sat on one of the big throw pillows on the floor. “This okay with you guys?” he asked. “With the room this dark?”

  Joff smiled widely. “Our eyes are different than yours. I can see you perfectly!”

  “Joff,” Baz hissed. “Just say okay.”

  “Okay.” Joff’s smile didn’t wane. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely already, holding onto Baz and rocking slightly.

  Myles sat down on a pillow and faced Christian, the hybrids off to their right, mostly out of their sightline. He took Christian’s face in his. “It’s just us here. All right?”

  “Just us.”

  Regardless of their words, Myles was still aware of the hybrids over by the fireplace, the soft whispering of their alien language, shifting bodies silhouetted by the flames in his peripheral vision. He did his best to block them out and drew Christian in, kissing him slow and soft.

  Stiff in his arms, Christian slowly relaxed and melted into him. Myles caught him around the waist and lowered him onto his back, following him down. “You okay?” he whispered close to Christian’s lips.

  Christian’s eyes sparkled in the orange glow. “I’m good. You look so hot right now,” he whispered. “Your pupils are so dilated your eyes look black.”

  Myles grinned and nudged Christian’s nose with his. “You wanna kiss me?”

  “Always.”

  Pressing his upper body down, Myles took Christian’s head in his hands and attacked his mouth. Still somewhat stiff and hesitant, it took him ravenously exploring Christian’s mouth with his tongue to get the response he was looking for. Finally, Christian softened, lips gliding, tongue eagerly meeting his. His body arched up into Myles, breathing growing labored. Christian’s hands slid under Myles’ shirt and stroked his back as he sucked his lower lip, nipping with his teeth.

  “There you are,” Myles breathed into his mouth. “Don’t hold back, Christian.”

  An arm wrapped around Myles’ neck as Christian tugged him back down, eating at his mouth urgently. Christian’s fingers trailed over Myles’ lower back and dipped into his jeans, sliding around and finding his hip bone. Myles shifted his hips up so Christian could get to what he wanted, unzipping his jeans. His hand then delved down. “You’re hard,” Christian whispered, stroking his palm over Myles’ cock.

  “Of course I’m hard. You drive me crazy.”

  Christian rolled Myles over so they lay side by side, facing each other. Christian’s back was to the fireplace, but Myles caught a glimpse of the hybrids, still sitting upright. Joff appeared to be nuzzling Baz’s neck, one hand tangled in his long white hair. Myles closed his eyes and kissed Christian, letting his hand trail over his ribcage, then lower until he found the hem of his jeans. “Can I touch you?”

  Nodding, Christian unzipped himself.

  Their lips barely touching, they fondled each other’s cocks, tongues licking in a soft, slow tangle. Christian was fully erect and pushing against Myles’ hand, making soft, muted sounds of pleasure. It was almost shocking how turned on Myles was, that he was able to block out the others in the room. The dim lighting helped, but focusing on what he loved about his boyfriend helped more. He licked his tongue, tasted his lips, ate his breath and rhythmically stroked his cock.

  Christian let out a quiet groan, hips moving as he pushed into Myles’ hand. Taking the cue, Myles’ wrapped his fingers around him, squeezing, letting Christian thrust up into his fist. “That’s it,” Myles whispered. “Use my hand. I love you, Christian. Let me make you come.”

  Sighing, Christian slid his own hand lower and caught Myles’ balls, massaging. “Want you to come too,” he whispered.

  “I will.” Myles kept his fist firm around Christian’s cock, letting him set the rhythm. “I promise. Just focus on you.”

  We’ve got this. Everything’s going to work out fine.

  He’d barely completed the thought when voices rose over by the fireplace. Low and choppy syllables in a lightning fast stream, the language of the hybrids, two voices talking over each other. Christian’s mouth eased back, and they held each other’s gaze. “What are they doing?” Christian whispered.

  Myles risked a glance over. He’d hoped he was hearing some sort of alien dirty talk, but Baz’s posture contradicted that. He sat on the floor, hands held up in front of him. Joff leaned in, speaking in hushed tones, his shoulders stiff. Myles was no expert on hybrids, but it was pretty clear the two were having an argument. And that was not what was supposed to be happening right now. “I think they’re fighting.”

  Christian frowned. “What?”

  Myles eyes closed and he sighed. “Fuck.” He rose up on his elbow. “Baz!”

  Baz looked over, his brows pinched in a scowl.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Is okay, Myles,” Joff’s raspy voice said.

  “Doesn’t look okay.”

  Baz hunched over, hugging his knees, his head bowed.

  Joff stared at Baz for a moment, then sighed and shifted on the floor, scooting on his butt closer to Myles and Christian. He stopped five feet from them. “He is not get excited enough.”

  Christian shifted and turned, zipping his jeans up. “What do you mean? Doesn’t he need to be excited for this?”

  “Okay. Yes.” Joff’s gaze lowered, lips turned down in a near pout. “I try but he is not...comfortable.”

  “Does this problem happen with you two often?” Myles asked.

  “No! Never. My love has distract feelings tonight. He have trouble focus. Situation...different.”

  “Then just...” Christian lowered his voice to a whisper. “Jerk him off or something!”

  “Is not so simple.” Joff’s gaze lifted. “Need to be excited in mind. In body. In energy. He is not relax enough to make this happen.”

  “God dammit.” Myles sat up and zipped his fly. He pointed at Joff. “You’re telling me that Baz, who accidentally blew his spiritual load all over Christian, suddenly can’t get it up? Even with your encouragement?”

  “I think that...” Joff shifted closer. “He is too aware of you.”

  “I hear you!” Baz called over. “Stop to speak of me like not in room!”

  Joff said something back in his own language.

  Baz looked up and shook his head. “Speak English, Joff. No to be rude.”

  “Baz,” Myles said. “Talk to us. What’s going on? Not to pressure you, but I’m losing my boner fast.”

  “Apology.” Baz jerked his chin their way. “I can hear you. In my ears. Hear your words. Your...sounds. Kissing. Distract.”

  “Christ.” Christian rubbed his forehead. “You said we had to be close by for the grand finale. Do you want us to go in another room? Shout for you when it’s time?”

  Joff made a soft chuckled deep in his throat.

  “Something funny?” Myles asked.

  “I think you think he does not like listening to you. But I think he is distract because he does like. And feel guilty about that.”

  “Joff!” Baz stared over, glaring. “Do not need you speak for me.”

  “Well.” Christian chuckled. “This is going just great. Oh, but no worries guys. It’s only my life in danger.”

  Myles frowned at Christian, despair taking over. No. This has to work. It has to. “Baz,” Myles said. “Come over here.”

  Christian looked at Myles. “What are you doing?”

 
“Just want to try something.”

  Shifting on the pillow, Baz stood and approached, a tall, moonlight-colored figure in the firelight. He looked down at them, hugging himself. “What to want, Myles? To tell me I fuck up again?”

  “Sit.” Myles dragged a pillow over and set it before Baz.

  Baz glanced at Joff. Joff shrugged. “Sit!”

  Baz lowered himself onto the pillow, sitting cross-legged.

  “Okay.” Myles shifted back and positioned himself behind Christian, his legs wrapped around him. “Do you still like looking at Christian?”

  Baz’s eyes went so wide with shock Myles had to struggle not to laugh. Lashes lowering, Baz’s head bowed. “Yes. Is very beautiful.”

  “Then look at him.”

  “Do not wish to give Chriscrhis bad feels.”

  “Christian,” Myles said. “Will you let him look at you?”

  Leaning back into Myles, Christian said, “Of course. Baz, look at me.”

  Shyly, Baz lifted his eyes. Even in the dim light, Myles could see his pupil dilate as he held Christian’s gaze.

  Myles reached up and ran a finger over Christian’s bottom lip, Baz’s eyes following the movement. “You like his lips?”

  Adam’s apple bobbing, Baz nodded.

  Myles shifted back. “Get up on your knees,” he told Christian.

  Christian complied, rising to his knees. Myles knelt behind him, sliding an arm around his waist. Joff sat a foot away, watching with a curious expression, but silent.

  Over Christian’s shirt, Myles let his fingers drift down his chest, making small circles around his nipple. Christian inhaled sharply, and turned his head. “Okay, Myles.” he huffed. “This is what we’re doing? Are you sure about this?”

  “If you’re okay with it.”

  “Okay with what?” Baz asked, his eyes glittery as he stared at them. “What you doing, Myles?”

  Myles nudged Christian’s earlobe with his nose. “This all right with you?”

  Christian nodded. “Yeah. I get it. Keep going.”

  “Myles?” Joff asked softly. “What to happening now?”

  Myles looked over Christian’s shoulder at Baz. “I’m gonna get Christian off,” Myles said. “And Baz? You’re gonna watch.”

  ****

  Baz’s lips parted, and he blinked rapidly. “What you say?”

  “You heard me,” Myles said. “You’re distracted by listening to us fool around over here. But Joff said he thinks you like it. Listening to us. Is that true?”

  “You want me to say more to embarrass,” Baz said. “I tell you too much already about my feels for Chriscrhis. Do not want more embarrass.”

  “I’m not trying to embarrass you. I’m trying to help you. Do you want to watch us? To watch Christian?”

  Shoulders hunching, Baz stared at Christian, then glanced over at Joff.

  “Is okay,” Joff said. “Okay to watch. Excite you!”

  “Do not wish to do what Chriscrhis does not want. Not okay.”

  “I do want it,” Christian said, and Baz’s gaze shot his way. “I want you to watch, Baz.”

  Baz’s back straightened, and he tilted his head. “You do?”

  “Yes. But only if you want to look. Do you want to?”

  He heard a soft whistle of breath as Baz inhaled. “I..if is okay.”

  “It’s okay. I want you to watch me.”

  Looking skeptical, Baz’s eyes narrowed. He clearly needed more convincing.

  “I’ll like it if you watch me,” Christian said. “It will excite me.”

  “Oh...” Baz’s body curled in on itself, but his eyes lifted to Christian. “Okay.”

  Christian made sure to keep his eyes on Baz, looking deep into his double-iris. He knew where Myles was going with this, what his motivation was. If Baz was too distracted to get busy with Joff while Christian and Myles did their thing nearby, then they had to take more drastic measures. And if Myles was okay with it, then Christian was too.

  He allowed himself the luxury of enjoying the way Baz gazed at him, the hesitant fascination he saw there. He focused on Baz and the pleasure of Myles’ hands drifting over his stomach beneath his shirt. “Keep watching?”

  Slowly, Baz nodded. He couldn’t seem to speak.

  Joff scooted over and slid behind Baz, arms slipping around his waist. His lips nuzzled into Baz’s hair. “Is okay,” Joff whispered. “Safe place, my love.”

  Baz’s eyelids fluttered in response to Joff’s words. It gave Christian confidence. If getting turned on by Christian and Myles softened Baz to his own boyfriend in this scenario, then maybe they could succeed here.

  Still kneeling behind him, Myles kissed and sucked his way up Christian’s neck. Christian let out a breath, eyes closing. He quickly opened them and forced his focus back on the hybrids.

  Baz watched, his large eyes blinking slowly. Joff copied Myles, kissing and sucking along Baz’s neck. Baz flinched, then relaxed, a shiver running through him. “I feel you,” Joff whispered against Baz’s neck. “Feel it happening. Your skin sings with excite. Can taste it.” Joff nuzzled Baz’s cheek and softly spoke in his own language, English seeming to have outlived its usefulness as his passion surged.

  Sighing, Baz turned his head and rubbed his face against Joff like a cat. Joff stroked Baz’s hair, then bit down on his shoulder above his collar bone.

  Hissing, Baz closed his eyes, then opened them, focusing on Christian.

  Christian smiled. “Getting there?”

  “Yes.” Baz held Christian’s gaze, oval pupils spreading, nearly blotting out the colorful inner ring of his large eyes. “Like to see your eyes, Chrischris. When Myles touch you.”

  “What else do you want to see?” Myles asked.

  Christian felt Myles’ hands drift down his sides, then grasp the bottom of his shirt. Slowly, he lifted, pulling it up and over his head. Christian stiffened as Myles tossed the shirt aside. For a moment he wasn’t sure how Baz would react to suddenly seeing Christian shirtless.

  But Baz’s eyes trailed over Christian’s torso, and a small sound escaped his mouth as he blew a breath out.

  “Isn’t he gorgeous?” Myles asked, fingers trailing up Christian’s lower belly, tracing his tattoos.

  “Yes,” Baz whispered. “Beautiful.”

  To Christian’s amazement, he found his already stirring cock swelling at Baz’s words. Baz met his eyes and Christian held the gaze, noting the darkening of Baz’s white cheeks as he blushed.

  Joff, however, seemed to have no interest whatsoever in looking at Christian. But his passion for Baz suddenly kicked into overdrive. Joff nibbled along Baz’s jaw, bit onto his neck, long fingers gliding down his thighs, rocking against him from behind. His eyes lifted and he glanced at Myles. “Do not stop,” Joff rasped. “Is working. He get excite. Can feel now.” His head dipped and he went to work on Baz’s neck again, hand drifting up his thigh and disappearing under his sweater.

  Baz gasped and his back arched, eyes fluttering closed.

  Myles turned Christian’s face and kissed him hard. Christian opened his mouth and allowed Myles’ tongue to ravage his mouth. Myles’ hand slid down his belly and over his jeans, cupping his cock through them. Breaking the kiss, Myles held him tight from behind, nudging his earlobe with his nose. “Still good?”

  “Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

  “Turned on?”

  “Myles...you have to ask?” Christian’s eyes closed as Myles stroked him over his jeans. “Are you?”

  “I’m always turned on when I’m touching you, Christian,” he said, and trailed his hands up to Christian’s chest, palms brushing his nipples.

  When Christian’s eyes opened, Baz was watching them. Joff still had his hands all over Baz, up under his shirt, caressing his thigh, face buried in Baz’s hair. But while Baz seemed to be enjoying it, taking sharp little breaths now and then when Joff squeezed or bit him somewhere, his eyes were locked on Christian’s. “Still okay to look?” Baz asked, his voice bre
athy.

  “It’s still okay,” Christian said, shivering as Myles played with his nipples, gently biting the back of his neck. “Still like looking?”

  Baz’s eyes closed and he hissed as Joff crawled around his body, wrapping his arms around his waist and nuzzling his inner thigh. The jeans didn’t seem any restriction—Joff continued to devour Baz as though he was touching bare flesh.

  “Yes, Chrischris.” Baz’s eyes opened and his breath hitched when he saw Christian still watching him. “Still like looking. Your eyes on mine...make volcano inside.”

  Christian let out a breath. “Yeah?”

  Baz smiled. “Yeah,” he said, mimicking Christian’s voice.

  Laughing, Christian leaned back against Myles. Myles ran his hands down Christian’s arms, Baz’s eyes following the movement. “His skin is so soft,” Myles said.

  Baz swallowed. “Very soft?” he whispered.

  “Very soft.” Myles lifted one of Christian’s arms and sucked the bend at his elbow. He glanced up at Baz. “Soft painted skin. Tastes like heaven.”

  Baz’s eyes flitted to Myles. “Scent?”

  “Scent.” Myles inhaled, his face drifting up Christian’s arm. “Sweet. And savory. Like fresh air and sex.”

  Baz took a deep breath, letting it out with a shiver.

  “Baz. How you feeling?” Christian asked.

  “I...do not think right words in English for exact feels. But excite. To be ready soon. To cure you.”

  “How soon?” Christian asked, jolting when Myles reached around and tugged the button of his jeans open.

  Baz’s eyes followed as Myles lowered Christian’s zipper, then widened, quickly darting back up. “Depend on you,” Baz whispered. “How soon?”

  “Very soon,” Myles said, and shuffled around in front of Christian, resting back on his heels and nuzzling his face against his crotch, parting his jeans and exposing him.

  Christian gasped when Myles licked a line up his shaft. He held Baz’s gaze. “Are you...are you excited enough to...” He could barely speak with Myles’ tongue flicking all along his cock.