Stirring Creatures

by Darien Cox

  “Yes,” Baz said. “I think.”

  Joff’s head lifted from where he’d been...doing whatever he’d been doing between Baz’s thighs. “You think? Not sure?”

  Baz looked down at Joff and smiled. “Very close.”

  Joff looked over his shoulder at Christian, his gaze dropping to study Myles still tonguing him. “Myles,” Joff said.

  “Hmmm...” Myles mumbled.

  “Pull his pant down. Let Baz see what you do.”

  Baz looked up quickly, eyes widening on Christian. “No. Is okay. You do not need to show.”

  Joff looked up at Baz. “Do you not want to see? Will push you to excite more.”

  Baz squeezed his eyes closed. “Must respect. To what they feel. Comfort.”

  “Baz.”

  Baz opened his eyes and looked warily at Christian.

  “Will it help?” Christian asked. “If you watch?”

  “Chrischris, do not want to make you do if not want.”

  “Answer me,” Christian said softly. “Do you want to see?”

  Baz’s lips tightened, his expression almost pained. He nodded.

  Myles eased his head back and looked up at Christian.

  Christian smiled at Myles and nodded. “Let him see.”

  At Christian’s words, Joff immediately slid down again. While he never undressed Baz or even undid his pants, he worked his mouth between his legs, all but gnawing on him. Baz held Christian’s gaze, his chest rising and falling, breathing heavily as Joff held onto his thighs and attacked his groin with his face.

  Christian reached down and tugged Myles’ jeans open, unzipping his fly.

  “Stop,” Myles said. “This is about you.”

  “Okay.”

  Myles caught the hem of Christian’s jeans and slowly pulled them down to his ankles. Christian’s swollen shaft stood upright against his lower belly, leaking, and he knew he was close. But somehow he wanted to hold off a bit longer. Somehow...he wanted Baz to see Myles pleasure him. To watch his reaction. Something inside him seemed to be reaching toward Baz. Not his body, but something else. His energy, seeking release, perhaps responding to Baz’s heightened state.

  Though Christian was naked from the waist down, his cock on full display, Baz didn’t look down. He kept his eyes on Christian’s, even when Myles settled on the floor in front of him again, taking Christian’s cock in his hand. Baz held Christian’s stare as Myles brought a moan from his lips, licking up over his balls as he used his hand to stroke his shaft.

  “You don’t want to watch?” Christian asked, his voice breathy with arousal.

  “I like...” Baz’s lids fluttered and his breath caught when Joff slid his hand up under the sweater. “Like that you...eyes change when Myles do this to you.”

  Christian groaned when Myles slowly drew him into his mouth. “Never seen my own eyes when Myles does this to me.”

  A small smile curved Baz’s lips. “Very beautiful,” he whispered.

  Myles let Christian’s cock slip out of his mouth, then turned his head and looked back at Baz. He stroked Christian’s cock, and finally Baz’s eyes lowered.

  “You like this, Baz?” Myles asked.

  Baz took in two sharp breaths.

  Myles kept his eyes on Baz as he licked up the side of Christian’s cock, making him flinch. “Do you?” Myles whispered. “Wish you could taste him like this?”

  “Fuck.” Baz trembled and closed his eyes. “Myles...finish him. I am ready now.”

  Myles looked up at Christian.

  “I’m ready too.” Christian stood.

  Myles shifted, planting himself on his knees in front of Christian. Joff rose up and slid around behind Baz, hands on his shoulders, watching.

  Christian groaned and ran his fingers through Myles’ hair as his cock was enveloped in wet heat. Myles’s mouth bobbed up and down, sucking him hard, and Christian felt his orgasm banging at the door, the trigger of his balls climbing and ass clenching. “Baz,” Christian huffed. “It’s starting.”

  Baz darted forward, grabbing Christian’s shoulder. “Okay, Chrischris. Give energy back to me. Let out.”

  In a blur, Joff was there, grabbing Myles’ arm and lifting him to his feet. “Hold Christian,” Joff said to Myles. “Take Baz gift.”

  With Myles’ mouth ripped off his cock, Christian grabbed himself and stroked, his legs wobbly as the climax started. Myles hugged Christian around the waist, head resting on his shoulder.

  Baz held Christian’s upper arm, face flushing. “Now,” he whispered.

  As his cock began to gush, Christian reached around Myles and gripped a handful of Baz’s silken hair, yanking his face close, pressing their lips together, moaning his climax into Baz’s mouth.

  Part of him expected Baz to object, but with Myles sandwiched between them, the hybrid ate at Christian’s mouth, arms circling around Myles to grip Christian’s head.

  Then Christian felt it...this was not any ordinary climax, the orgasm refusing to peak, to ebb, a secondary bliss flowing out from his core, from his dick, from everywhere. Dizziness threatened and his muscles twitched but he rode the wave, pressed against Myles, breathing into Baz’s mouth. The hybrid’s lips were surprisingly soft, and he smelled like something Christian couldn’t identify, though it was beyond pleasant, fresh with something exotic underneath, like a cross between opium oil and baby powder.

  All of these details accosting his senses were a mere thread in the overpowering web of sensations, like before in the cabin, but instead of flowing into him, he felt them being drawn out—something beyond sexual ecstasy blowing like hot wind from Christian’s body. He could feel it traveling through Myles, and into Baz.

  A quick lick of the hybrid’s tongue sent a final blast of lightning-hot pleasure through him, and he felt it peak, knew it was nearing the end, and he’d begin tumbling then, falling back into himself, the wild grasp of alien nirvana releasing him.

  Myles cried out and clung to Christian, his body jerking. Christian had a hazy moment of worry that his man was in pain, until he felt the warm wetness of Myles’ ejaculation gush against his bare flesh. Myles shouted “Holy fuck! Holy fuck I can feel it!”

  Myles clung to Christian as he rode the wave. Christian continued kissing Baz, lost in the final spasms of bliss until suddenly the feeling was wrenched from his body, husking him out, leaving only pleasant numbness and the sweet scent of Myles’ flesh.

  Then Baz’s mouth was abruptly ripped away, his tall body hurtling backward.

  Baz nearly hit the wall before Joff caught him by the arm.

  Joff almost lost hold of him again as Baz levitated off the ground, his back arching, head thrown back.

  “Give to me,” Joff shouted, tugging Baz down by his legs. He wrapped his arms around Baz, hugging him tight. “Release, my love. Release!”

  Baz clung to Joff and the two of them tumbled across the floor like a rolling pin, bodies jerking against each other. Twice their joined forms lifted off the floor, spun, then slammed back down, until finally they slowed, a heap of long limbs and white hair, scattering giftwrapped boxes as they landed beneath the Christmas tree.

  Myles and Christian simultaneously dropped to their knees. Still holding each other, they fell to the side on the soft pillows.

  No one moved or spoke for a long time. The only sounds in the room were the flames crackling in the fireplace and the soft music playing in the background.

  Christian rolled his head to look around. Baz and Joff still held each other on the floor under the Christmas tree. Myles had shifted onto his back, his dark hair pasted to his forehead with sweat, eyes closed.

  Christian snuggled into him, pressing his lips to Myles’ ear. “You all right?” he whispered.

  Myles’ head turned and his eyes opened. “Yes. Are you?”

  Christian nodded. “I don’t feel it anymore. I think it’s done.”

  “Christian.” Myles’ eyes closed. “That was...shit. That was something.”

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sp; “Listen,” Christian whispered. “After we leave this room, we should never speak of this again. So please. Say what you need to now.”

  Myles rolled onto his side, pulling Christian in. “I felt your orgasm. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.”

  Christian smiled. “Think you might have been feeling some of Baz in there. His feels are pretty powerful.”

  “I felt you. I knew it was you. I can’t explain it but...it was you. And I loved it.”

  Christian kissed his cheek. “I loved it too.”

  Over by the Christmas tree, one of the hybrids groaned.

  “Is everybody alive?” Christian called out. He sat up and pulled his shirt back on, zipping up his jeans. “Baz? Joff?”

  “Alive, Chrischris,” Baz said. “How you feel? Okay?”

  Christian’s stomach muscles were sore, but otherwise he felt great. Nothing thrashed inside or tugged at his nerves. He felt calm. Peaceful. Normal. “I’m okay.”

  Myles sat up and zipped his jeans, eyes on Christian. “Are you cured?”

  “I fucking hope so. Because we’re not doing that again.”

  “We’re not?” Joff’s raspy voice called over. “I will happy to do again if need!”

  Christian and Myles both laughed. Standing, Christian held his hand out, and helped Myles to his feet. Myles looked over at the hybrids. “Look what Santa left under the tree.”

  Joff rolled onto his back and smiled. “I tell you we give you gift, Myles, yes?”

  “Yeah.” Myles chuckled and ran fingers through his sweaty hair. “Quite a gift. Baz, you all right?”

  “Yes,” Baz said, eyes still closed.

  “You sure?”

  Baz groaned and sat up. His wispy white hair hung over his face, and he brushed it back, blinking. He looked shyly at Christian, shoulders hunching. “I take back from you. Take back what I do in cabin. Should to be okay now.”

  Christian nodded. “Yeah, I think it will be okay. Certainly felt like you...got it all.”

  Baz stood on shaky legs. “Yes. Get it all.” He looked at Myles and rolled his eyes. “And more.”

  Eyes widening, Christian smirked. “Is Myles the more?”

  “Yes,” Joff said. “Myles get his gift. But then Myles give something back. This I did not expect.”

  “You mean...” Christian cocked an eyebrow. “You mean because Myles came too?”

  Joff climbed to his feet, brushing his chin-length white hair off his face. “Yes. Baz get...two.”

  “Two for the price of one?” Christian said.

  Baz glanced at Christian and grinned. “Ah ah.” He swayed and leaned on Joff’s shoulder. “Funny, Chriscrhis.”

  “Seriously though,” Christian said. “You felt both our climaxes?”

  Avoiding Christian’s eyes, Baz nodded.

  “Was it too much?”

  “Was...” He glanced at Christian, then flushed and looked down. “Fine. Share with Joff. Is fine.”

  “My love is happy,” Joff said. “Was better than fine. He just embarrass to look at you now because was so special the sex.”

  Baz’s head whipped around and he glared at Joff. “Do not speak for me!”

  “Apology! But you do not say the truth what you feel!”

  “With humans cannot say everything you feel!”

  “Why?”

  “Just cannot. Different ways. They speak in secrets. No to like personal speak, make uncomfortable.”

  “Nolan and Elliot like when I speak free,” Joff said. “Tell me I am amusing.”

  Baz leaned in to Joff, pointing. “Nolan and Ellytot different. All humans different.”

  “Okay!” Joff held his hands up. “I just think you should tell when something give so many happy feels.”

  Baz frowned at Joff, then glanced at Christian. “Was better than fine, Chriscrhis.”

  Smiling, Christian nodded. “For me too.”

  A small smiled tugged Baz’s lips, then he cast his eyes down.

  “Baz.” Christian approached him. “May I hug you now? Is it safe?”

  Baz looked stunned, luminous eyes widening. “You want to hug?”

  “Yeah. I do.”

  “Even after I...do what I do and fuck up and make all this happen?”

  “You know what?” Christian shrugged. “It was...kind of worth it.”

  Flushing, Baz swallowed hard. “You speak truth?”

  “I mean it. I think Myles will agree. Myles?”

  “I’m not complaining right now.” Myles chuckled. “That’s all I’m gonna say about it. Just hug him, Baz.”

  “Okay.” Baz tentatively leaned over, spreading his arms. “Give hug.”

  Christian stepped in and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing his bony body. He got a whiff of that scent he’d experienced during his orgasmic bliss. He patted Baz’s shoulder and released him, stepping back. “That wasn’t so bad this time, was it?”

  Baz smiled and rolled his eyes. “Not so bad, Chrischris.”

  Joff spoke, a stream of words in hybrid language, and gently touched Baz’s shoulder.

  Baz nodded and turned to Christian and Myles. “We to go now. Must go back to...report.”

  “You gonna be in trouble with the Whites still?” Myles asked.

  “Do not know,” Baz said. “They worry I make trouble. Worry Hoggin to be angry.”

  “Well, tell them everything’s fine,” Christian said. “And we won’t mention any of this to Ogden.”

  Baz stiffened. “You no to tell what happen?”

  “There’s no need,” Christian said.

  Baz’s eyes shifted to Myles.

  “Hey, I’m not saying a word,” Myles said, raising his hands. “As far as I’m concerned, none of this leaves this room.”

  “And I’m sure Nolan and Elliot will agree,” Christian said. “Just a blip in the radar. The alliance is still secure. Tell them that.”

  “Thank to you,” Baz said. “Very kind.”

  “But you should still stay away from Christian for a while,” Myles said. “You know. Just in case.”

  Baz’s eyes looked pained, but he nodded. “Yes. Agree.”

  “Okay. We to go,” Joff said. “Happy Christmas!”

  Myles chuckled. “Happy Christmas. Thank you for my gift.”

  Joff smiled. “Thank you. Was pleasure.” He draped his arm over Baz’s shoulder, then white mist filled the space around them.

  Christian locked eyes with Baz as the mist thickened, holding his gaze until he was blotted from sight.

  Then Baz and Joff were gone. And Myles and Christian were alone.

  “So,” Myles said.

  Christian chuckled. “So.”

  “Guess we should shower. And sleep.”

  Sliding his arms around Myles, Christian gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “The guest room on the first floor has a shower. We can crash in there.”

  “Sounds good. So...as you said to me before. We’re about to walk out of this room. Then we don’t talk about it. Anything you want to say? About what happened?”

  Christian nodded. “Yes.”

  “What is it?”

  “I’ve loved you a long time. But now I know you’d do literally anything for me. So I love you even more.”

  Myles grinned. “That’s it?”

  “That’s it. That’s the only part that matters.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “Good. Let’s go get clean then to bed.”

  They moved out of the room, arm in arm, and headed down the hallway. “Hey,” Myles said. “Did you kiss Baz while I was squashed between you two?”

  “Myles. We’re not in that room anymore. Can’t talk about it, remember?”

  Myles laughed. “Fine. But if you did, just know one thing. That’s the last person...alien...anything, that you’re ever gonna kiss. Besides me. That’s just the way it is.”

  Christian smiled. “That’s just the way I want it.”

  THE END

  Darien Cox
lives in New England, and enjoys using romantic fiction to explore the intensity, insanity, humor, and chaos that accompanies Cupid's arrow.

  Author site: DarienCox.com

  Also by Darien Cox

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  Deep in Your Shadows: The Village – Book Two

  Trapped in Your Storm: The Village – Book Three

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  Fit For the Job

  Guys on Top

  Guys on the Side (Sequel to Guys on Top)

  Criminal Pleasures