Cosmic Captain: Chapter 16

I woke up with a raging headache, but judging by the darkness of my room it was still ‘night’. The ship cycled regular days while we were out in space and only synced up with local time when it was docked somewhere. When I tried to remember what had happened, I just remembered drinking with everyone and not much else.

Well, other than Lovath bringing me to bed.

There was a vague recollection that I’d tried it on him, but he’d just kissed me and nothing more. Promised to do whatever I wanted when I was sober. Or get my permission to fuck me drunk when I was sober. Jesus Christ, that was embarrassing.

Almost as embarrassing as telling him he looked like a lizard.

I got up and stumbled to the toilet, throwing up immediately. Then I gave my face a splash with cold water and brushed my teeth. All in all, I didn’t look too terrible. It wasn’t like I had a beard anymore that could look scruffy and I was starting to think the krexxians had done a treatment on my hair that kept it from tangling so much. The dark strands fell far too long for my liking at the moment, far past my shoulders, but a haircut wasn’t high on the priority list.

Really only the bags under my eyes made me look bad. I’d always thought I had a relatively nice face to look at, depending on what the other person was into. I wasn’t a very masculine guy, but I was attractive. Pretty, some men had said to me before. I liked thinking it was true. My eyes and hair were just plain brown but my features weren’t so bad.

I had a long and straight nose with slightly pouty lips and once a man had called my brown eyes soulful. But the thought soured when I remembered the prostitute that had tried to sell himself to Lovath. If you were into feminine, pretty men, that guy had been downright beautiful. With sandy, strawberry blond hair—dyed I was certain—deep brown, doe eyes, and the very definition of blowjob lips.

No way could I compare to that. But Lovath had turned him down and held me close to him like it wasn’t even a consideration. It wasn’t like I thought Lovath had some human fetish, but there was not even a distant comparison between that guy and me.

Maybe it wasn’t that I was more desirable than the prostitute, but that Lovath preferred his sex free. Not that we’d actually had sex yet.

Did Lovath truly think I was attractive? He was hot in a way that was unfair for a literal extraterrestrial, and I wanted him to think of me as more than just a convenient lay. I knew he liked flirting with me and kissing me and touching me. But you didn’t have to think someone was that attractive to do all those things.

Worry curled in my gut. I didn’t want him to leave me on Pretia. Lovath who had protected me and let me learn alien code to feel useful and who was saving me from a life as Torvan’s slave. A short life, if his claims about the aphrodisiac the krexxians sent with me was true.

He’d said he liked me. But I didn’t know how alien dating worked. Did traakians just say things like that when they were interested in a physical relationship? Lovath hadn’t really done anything to indicate he wanted me in a romantic, emotional way.

Then he could want romance later. For the moment, I had to make sure I was worth keeping around. I wanted to have sex with Lovath more than I’d ever desired any human man, and if the sex was good, maybe he wouldn’t leave me behind. It was certainly no hardship to be intimate with him; I’d just have to find a way to close my heart off if he didn’t reciprocate my feelings.

I only hesitated for a moment before leaving my room and padding down the hall in bare feet. The metal grating was cold, and who knows how filthy, but I didn’t want to give myself enough time to change my mind. Standing in front of Lovath’s door, I typed in the same override code I used last time.

He hadn’t fixed it.

The door slid open and I stepped gingerly inside. Lovath was a lump under the blankets in the dark, but he didn’t move, so it took a me a few long seconds before I dared to walk over, lift the blanket, and crawl underneath with him.

In an instant, his arms were around me, pulling me close to his body, and I shuddered with relief as I breathed in his scent. I was only in underwear and it felt like he was wearing sweats, so our bare chests pressed together in his embrace.

“No shiv this time, ksiva?” Lovath’s voice was deep and raspy with sleep, and so, so sexy.

“I’m honored.”

I tilted my head up enough to kiss him for an answer, and I reveled in the little noise he made when I did. As so often happened with him, the kiss turned dirty quick, his tongue thrusting in my mouth and rubbing against mine. It felt like a promise of what was to come, and not for the first time, I wondered what it would feel like for Lovath to fuck me.

That’s what I was here for, wasn’t it?

“Want you.” I gasped in between kisses.

“Tell me.” His hands drifted over my ass to press our lower bodies closer together. I couldn’t feel him yet, but I knew I would. I had my suspicions about Lovath’s anatomy given that he didn’t wear underwear yet I could never tell if his dick was swinging around in his pants, but it didn’t matter. I knew I’d find him hot regardless.

Slowing down our harried kisses, I slid my hand up his chest, pausing to run my fingers over a section of leathery scales on his sternum. “I want you inside me.”

Lovath froze. “Gray, I know you don’t—”

“I want it.” I rasped, pressing kisses under his jaw. “I want you to fuck me with your big cock, Lovath.” When I sucked a spot on his neck, he hissed and clutched me closer. I hadn’t seen his dick yet, but it had felt big compared to mine when he jerked us both off. Just the thought of it made me moan.

I’d been kind of a size queen on Earth too.

“If you’re…mmh…if you’re sure.” His hands kept squeezing me as I gave him hickeys, and I liked the thought of the dark green splotches being visible on his neck when he wore a beater.

“I am, but…” I flushed at even the thought of asking. “Can I see you first?” Even if I didn’t think I’d have a problem with his dick, I did want to know what I was in for.

That smirk tugged at Lovath’s lips, and he rolled us so I was straddling him like I was that night I’d tried to kill him. Only a few weeks ago, I reminded myself. “Look at whatever you want, my Gray.”

His Gray. Was I his? I wanted to be. I wanted to be so badly that my heart ached when I thought about it. But we were on a rapid course for Pretia and that was where he was going to leave me. Maybe if the sex was good enough, he’d keep me.

Then what, then what, then what?

Get back to Earth, right?

Running my hands down his chest, tracing over the leathery scales that trailed under the hem of his sweats, I hooked my fingers under the elastic and slid them down his legs. Those scales congregated on his groin, and instead of a dick, the scales met in a short, tightly closed slit. I’d suspected his equipment might be internal.

When I slid my hand up his inner thigh, he groaned, and his cock pushed out from that slit. It was a paler green then the rest of his skin except for the head, which was flushed a deep purple. He was as long and thick as I imagined, and I thought the fingers of one hand would just barely close around his girth. I couldn’t resist reaching out and slicking my hand up and down his cock once.

Lovath moaned, and my hand came away sticky. My own cock was rock hard, and it took everything I had not to suck Lovath into my mouth and taste that slick on my lips. But I wanted him inside and if I sucked him off I didn’t think I’d get that.

I tugged my own underwear off and crawled back up to hungrily kiss Lovath. His hands grabbed for my ass and I moaned raggedly into his mouth when he ground his cock up against mine. I loved the slick feeling of him and I wanted so much more.

With one motion, Lovath rolled us so I was underneath him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he rutted against me. I could come just like that, with his cock rubbing against mine between our bodies. But that wasn’t what I wanted this time.

“Please…please fuck me, Lo.” I gasped against his lips, and I received a raspy groan in response.

Lovath lifted off of me, gaze roving over my body as he reached for my knees and split them apart. His fingers gently caressed my cock, which had me arching off the bed, before moving lower. He briefly squeezed my sac and I almost came right then and there. Then the tip of his first finger brushed over my hole, and he pressed just enough to make the muscle flutter in response.

“You want me in here, ksiva?” The way ksiva rolled off his tongue was so god damned sexy that I shuddered.

“Yes.” I breathed. “Please, yes.”