Live for me.
Yes. All the way. No more hiding. No more cowardice.
The handgrips released Mike’s palms and dropped from Liam’s hands in the same moment. The bonding had been logged, registered, and made very, very public. There was no way back, not that Mike wanted to go back. He wanted to go forward into the future with Liam. All the way.
There was only one more step to take. Fortunately, it was a pleasant one.
On the ground around their platform, the Urilqii danced and sang.
“Get on your knees,” said Mike.
“Dream on,” said Liam, with a laugh that challenged.
Defiant little shit, thought Mike. No worries. He went to work on his pants fastenings. It wasn’t easy to force open the seam with the rod of raging meat that was hard enough to drive nails, but he managed with minimal pinches to his sensitive skin.
Liam hadn’t knelt. In fact, he stood there with legs braced and arms crossed over his chest and offered his back to Mike.
A smile tugged on his mouth, and Mike went to his own knees behind Liam, all the while admiring the slope of the spine, the trim waist, and the curve of that apple-shaped ass.
He licked one buttock, nipped, then licked again. In perfect echo to Mike’s actions, Liam shivered, gasped, then shivered again. But he didn’t kneel.
So be it.
Mike cupped that luscious ass, lifted and parted the cheeks, and applied his tongue to the sensitive rosette revealed. He licked, laved, and teased the portal to Liam’s body with sensual abandon.
He rode the delicious chaos of Liam’s responses like a storm surfer, using every curve and twist and shift of Liam’s body to his advantage and coax forth maximum sensation.
The slick sound of his tongue against Liam filled the area. The Urilqii had stopped their dance, faced the platform, and pushed closer. They devoured, with delight, the waves of sexual pleasure Liam conveyed. The scent of his people’s sexual excitement bloomed around them like a spice shed filled with herbs.
Sweat dappled Liam’s skin by the time Mike paused. He’d bent over at the waist and rested on his fingertips on the wooden platform to better offer himself to Mike’s tongue and had opened his legs to better facilitate the experience.
With his back level, his ass cheeks wide and unashamedly humping Mike’s tongue, Liam showed no shame. The audience only heightened his excitement. Energy and hunger hummed with each gasp and moan.
Mike applied his palm to the curve of Liam’s delicious buttocks. The sharp sound cracked across the courtyard’s stillness.
Liam froze in place, his breath a hiccup. His body and mind vibrated with contained intensity…the same intensity echoed by the watching Urilqii.
“Down,” Mike rasped.
Mike’s imagination flickered with images of his own wants, Liam in his lap, Liam on his cock, Liam howling his delight as Mike fucked him…fucked him…endlessly fucked him.
Rebellion splashed between them, which caused Mike to grunt.
“Ask nicely,” Liam panted.
His Liam was a spicy twink, one who got off on tugging Mike’s tail feathers. He’d learned that the night they’d met. He’d also learned enough human vernacular to give Liam what he craved.
Mike sat back onto his heels. His cock bobbed, as if as eager for Liam’s ass as was Mike himself. He pumped his dick and spread his personal lube across the tip and down the shaft. Then Mike patted his thighs.
“Come and give me a lap dance, sexy.” The hunger in his voice radiated across the spectators. “Let’s show ’em how we burn.”
Liam’s knees unlocked and he dropped toward Mike’s lap.
Mike caught him as he plummeted and guided Liam onto a safer angle as he came down. His cock tip kissed the sensitive skin, slickened by spit and lube, then penetrated as the tiny muscles gave way.
Mike pushed inside.
Liam arched backward, a high-pitched cry pulled from his throat. Sensation crashed over Mike, like a wave breaking against the shore. He gasped, shocked and knocked off balance.
A howl rose from their audience.
Mike cradled Liam’s bucking hips. The muscles bunched and rippled. Liam bounced atop Mike’s cock like a wild man, tearing all sense of control from Mike. He could do nothing other than hold the line as Liam took him and took them higher…and higher…
As one, they leapt over the edge and into an exquisite oblivion.
CHAPTER 14
Liam came awake, warm and comforted. He blinked, slightly startled, and found himself in his own barrack’s bunk. The day’s morning blush peeked into his window and the reveille piped its wake-up call.
For some reason, he’d thought that… But wait. There was that dream of being placed into his bed by Mike, who leaned over and kissed him before he tucked the blanket beneath Liam’s chin.
In Mike’s hands, he’d felt comforted, treasured, and so he’d drifted back to sleep. Had that been a dream or a sleepy memory?
Liam yawned, stretched until his joints cracked, then hauled himself out of his bunk. His rubbery legs trembled for a moment, but the delightful, pleasant strained muscles all over told the story of really, really, really good sex.
A note had been left on the table on a folded piece of sort-of-paper the Urilquii used for hardcopy. Scrawled in a masculine hand were the words, Thank you, Liam, for all that you are.
Sweet. He knew he reddened, but couldn’t stop smiling anyway.
Liam took a fast shower in the bathroom down the hall. It was a pleasure to be by himself, but it sort of felt lonely also. He’d grown used to the rough and tumble camaraderie of the barracks.
They were Liam’s family. New and unexpected, yes, but they’d come to be his family nonetheless. Now, however, there was nothing but empty bunks. So many volunteers had missed out on the adventure of their lives, as well as some really good sex.
Liam pocketed the note and headed
