323: Open Book

Author’s Note: Including myself in a sex scene was something I had never done before and doing it here made me feel strange. I am definitely not a perfect person when it comes to sex and I have a lot to learn - but this moment was big in the original story line because it meant that I was letting my walls down. This was true in real life as well - as art does imitate life. In this version, there are quite a few changes, but one of the biggest ones is the one about what the character does when he's not helping an alien live on Earth. I'm a designer, which is the career choice that has made me so happy and writing is my hobby. I've spent so much time doing it in the hopes of entertaining readers, but I've also been doing it for myself.

This story was originally posted as part of the Summer Season (2015) titled "323: Feelings"

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The lock slid open with a smooth metal click and I entered the apartment with Michael tailing behind me. Being inside of Dylan has been great, but I could tell that what I was doing to him would only make it harder for him to become detached.

“You're back.” Cody scared the crap out of both of us, so much so that Michael hit the coffee table with his shin and dropped collapsed into the sofa. He was standing in the kitchen holding a blue t-shirt in one hand and then a cup of water in the other. Michael found a comfortable position on the cushions and I grinned at him. Cody placed his cup on the counter and tossed the shirt in Michael's direction, already understanding my intention. I had been in him long enough to cause some sort of connection even though I didn't bond with him like I did Dylan.

In comparison, Cody was much more muscular than my current body with a more defined set of abs and pectoral muscles that were more like Beau's. The only thing missing was the chest hair. I could tell that Cody was Michael's favorite which is why I was so eager to get inside of him to relieve some of the tensions from this evenings series of events.

“Alright.” I cracked my neck. At first it was just kissing, his soft lips pressed against mine as our tongues intertwined and my hands reached behind his head to make sure he didn't move as I transitioned. Our bodies pressed against each other, Cody’s muscles tense against my own slender frame. The tips of his finger slid underneath my waistband and then I started detaching myself from Dylan's insides. Cody's mouth was open and ready to accept me as I slithered up and out of Dylan, choking only slightly as I wiggled down into his chest and spreading throughout his body as I done once before. Dylan let go and Michael caught him as he fell in his direction, helping him over to the soft cushions next to him so he could rest. Cody trembled as I took control, going the extra step and bonding with his form. Memories blinded me for a moment as his whole life flickered in and out until I came back to Michael helping Dylan get comfortable.

Dylan's eyes had already darkened upon my exit and I was beginning to worry for him. I think he was addicted to me being inside of him which wasn’t such a bad thing for me, but the withdrawal is rather painful for a human. Cody would be fine, especially since his body was much more virile and was more capable of containing my form, but eventually the same would happen to him if I left.

“Very intimate, the two of you. I’m gonna go take a shower or pretend to poop or something.” I could hear the hostility in his voice as I slid on my blue v-neck. I did like being shirtless, but I also thought that he enjoyed it too.

“Hey,” I grabbed his arm and he turned towards me, he didn't look angry, but I could see some hurt in his eyes from what had just transpired. I unwrapped my fingers and stood there, wondering what I did wrong.

“I'm sorry, It's just a lot happening all at once. I got so freaked out back there, thinking you had gone and moved on to something better or something, and I just don’t know how the fuck I got into this situation with an alien and - “ To get him to shut up, I leaned forward and I kissed him which made his eyes flutter.

“Look," I pulled my face away and smoldered, "we’re in this together.” I placed my hand on his shoulder and massaged it slightly. I wasn’t quite sure what we were in together other than the fact that there was a killer alien stalking us and I could only hope that he didn't know what Michael looked like.

“Okay,” He looked a lot more calm than before, “but I’m still going to take a shower.” Michael disappeared into bathroom and the pipes lightly rattled as the water rushed through them. I sneaked in behind him, the steam starting to rise out of the glass box Michael's silhouette was contained in. He was washing his hair, the soap dripping down the side of his face as I stepped into the shower, my clothes abandoned on the tile. He turned towards the streams of water and started washing it off, humming a sweet little tune. I gently touched his chest, catching him as his feet slipped out from underneath him.

“Holy shit.” He was rubbing his face in the water as I helped him regain balance. Soap had started to burn his eyes and he was desperately trying to wipe the particles away.

"Sorry." I chuckled, holding out my arms in case he slipped again.

"What are you laughing at?" He turned towards me, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back into the cascading water, the skin around his eyes turning a light shade of pink from the rubbing. Even with the irritation he looked amazing.

“You look so cute.”

He opened one of his eyes and tried to stifle a smile, “Liar.”

“I mean it.” I placed my other hand on him and he leaned his head into mine, water splashing off his back and dripping down the wall. He looked at me, looking down at me and then taking a step back. His arms folded into his body to block my vision.

“You don’t have to hide. Do you not remember what I actually look like? I’m basically a monster. I mean, your species has movies about me destroying the world. Literally. Also, you helped me get into him.” I turned his face towards me, but I could tell my message wasn’t getting through, so, I inched closer to him and then I felt our bodies together, the skin warm and wet.

“You feel nice.” There was a pause as we stared at each other.

“I like being with you more than anything or anyone I have been with before. I want you to know that. That means a lot too because I've been alive for quite some time.” I knew what it was I was feeling for him and deep down I knew we were destined to meet each other.

He kissed me as the warm water slid down our bodies and the blood rushing to our cocks. Michael’s hands felt so nice as they slid down my chest and he traced my abdominal muscles with his finger, the tips sliding inside of the crevices as I flexed them. His palms pressed against my back and he pulled me into him. I reached up to his back, pulling at his body, wanting him even closer. His lips pecked at my neck and he inched his way down, moving past my protruding collar bone and swirling his tongue around my nipple. On his knees, I felt the warmth of his mouth as his hand stroked my thighs and he bobbed his head. I fell against the wall with a quiet moan and thrust forward as he took all of me in. As I slid in and out, he played with the tip of my sensitive cock with his tongue. He continued to work my shaft and I bit my lip trying to contain myself inside of Cody's skin as the pressure started to build. I slid my fingers through his damp hair and groaned as he moved his head even faster. My whole body tightened as my tip reached the back of his throat and my warm juices leaked out of me and into him all the while he caressed my body, gentle fingers sliding over my wet skin. When he pulled himself off of me, he started sliding up my body and his lips met mine. I could feel his throbbing cock as he pressed his body against mine, our skin slippery and sensitive.

“It’s your turn but not here.” I toweled off and slowly crawled onto the bed as we entered the bedroom. Playfully, I lifted my ass up into the air, exposing it to Michael and he lustfully crawled up behind me. His warm cock pulsated against my cheeks and he bent over to kiss my neck, wrapping his arms around me as his head pushed against my hole wet from leaking pre-cum. As it popped in, I tensed and moaned in ecstasy, a tight grip forming around the sheets of the bed as he throbbed inside of me. Slowly he began to thrust, his hands holding me tightly as I bit down on my lip. Michael enjoyed every moment of this as he started to build up speed and the closer he got to going over the edge the louder he became. It felt fucking amazing as he rammed me and I squeezed my hole around him to make him shiver in pleasure. His grip tightened as he was reaching climax, so tight that I felt like I was going to phase into him.

“Fuck!” He yelled, thrusting those final thrusts of maximum pleasure and grunting every time he rammed into my ass cheeks. His cock slid out as we toppled over and I watched it as it started to decrease in hardness. He took a moment, closing his eyes and then wiping up the wonderful mess we had just made before resting our naked bodies against each other.

“I don’t think I would have made it here without you.” I said, my fingers sliding down his arm. His hazel eyes stared at me with a tenderness that would have made me melt and I couldn’t quite understand the way I was feeling. I've never felt like it before, but I enjoyed it very much.

“Yeah you would have. Another thirsty gay or desperate lady part would have wandered up to you eventually.” Michael adjusted on the bed, our heads side by side as we stared up at the ceiling.

“That’s not true. They wouldn’t have accepted me like you did and you didn’t use the fact that I am an extraterrestrial against me.” I shrugged and turned my head to see a tear running down his cheek.

“That means a lot to me." His eyes looked for shapes in the paint.

"Can I ask you something?" I wondered.

"Of course. I'm an open book." Michael turned and rested his elbow on the pillow and his head in his hand.

"Do you like doing what you do?"

"What? Like designing or writing?"

"Both."

"I love doing both. They're both creative and I feel free when I do both of those things. When I was a kid I used to doodle in the margins of school assignments and I would always get in trouble with the teacher. It didn't stop me because I loved doing it. When I started writing I didn't think it was something I was going to keep doing, but it's been like five years since I started doing it regularly. There have been some ups and downs, but I'm still here. People have come into my life and told me that I was never going to make it, and I believed them for a little while. Eventually, I stopped believing them and rejected the negativity, turning it into something positive to learn from and I got my first job that way." He got lost in thought, staring beyond me and out the window. I stared at him, my heart swelling when he looked at me and then leaned in for a kiss.

“What was that?” Michael asked after a large thud echoed from the living room. We both quickly slid on a pair of underwear, but Michael slid on a shirt as he followed me to the door to peek out into the living room. Dylan was no longer on the sofa but instead he was in the kitchen, looking at the knives which had been neatly placed in the metal block. He pulled one out of the wood block and as we crept closer, he turned towards us abruptly.

“I wanted you inside of me. You gave me hope. You made me feel good.” Tears were pouring out of his eyes and he desperately sobbed with the point of the knife closing in on Michael. I stepped in front of him and Dylan sliced the air.

“Don’t get any closer.” The tears were streaming out of his eyes and I lunged towards him, taking him by surprise and I grabbed his wrists and hugged him. He wailed as the knife clattered in front of Michael's feet and Dylan passed out, lolling in my arms.

“We’re going to have to do something about this.” Michael looked worried as he put the knife away and I laid Dylan on the sofa. He twitched as his brain repeated the same thoughts over and over again inside of his vivid dream.

"It's time I tell you something." It was time for me to tell the truth.

Part 10: Forgetting