The human’s eyes flew open, and he gazed up at Rone. His lips parted on a quick breath. That moist pink flesh beckoned Rone, and like it or not, his pet received more licks, this time around the corners of his mouth. Frey twisted his head again and pressed his lips against Rone’s. Startled, Rone reared back, separating them. Frey stared up at him with wide eyes and a look on his face that might have been surprise or fear—likely both. But, putting their mouths together had been a deliberate act on the boy’s part. Rone couldn’t say he’d disliked it. So, lowering his head, he initiated the touch himself, resuming his shallow thrusting while he did.
Apparently this human touch didn’t involve mere pressing of flesh because, within moments, his pet parted his lips and slanted them against Rone’s. Then, to Rone’s surprise, he felt his pet’s tongue pressing for entrance. Intrigued, Rone opened his mouth. Frey began a tentative exploration with his tongue, swirling it around, licking crevices and teasing Rone’s. Always a quick study, Rone picked up the game, giving as good as he got until the wrestling moved into the human’s mouth.
This new form of play egged Rone’s arousal on, and he started thrusting in earnest. Frey’s inherent resistance to the intrusion evaporated. He slid his hands down to Rone’s ass and dug in. He also lifted his legs and wound them around Rone’s thighs. The change in position opened the boy’s body up more and allowed Rone better access. He set a hard and quick pace, building his climax with a fierceness that came from too much denial and the knowledge that he and his pet worked at a common goal. Justthat small amount of enthusiasm from the boy made the fucking that much better. They’d also spent a long time watching boys fucking other boys without finding enough relief. He had no desire to toy with either his pet or himself.
Rone pushed them both up and over with brutal energy. Their lips and tongues and teeth clashed with the fierce rocking of their mating. Rone did his best to angle his thrusts to stroke at the boy’s prostate, while the friction from their bodies worked the boy’s dick in an erotic message. It proved enough to send his boy over the edge almost immediately after Rone came hard inside Frey. With their mouths still fused, they shouted down each other’s throats, while cum splashed against their bellies. Rone’s climax crested again, even before it subsided. He drenched his boy’s hole to the point that it leaked out to coat Frey’s and Rone’s balls alike.
When he’d been wrung dry, Rone released Frey’s lips with one parting nip with his teeth. His pet hissed with the bite of pain, yet he gave Rone a small smile. Panting, yet sated, Rone rolled to his side, bringing his pet with him. He stroked the back of the boy’s head, an automatic gesture now. Frey closed his eyes, boneless and trusting in his master’s arms. Rone felt the urge to lick the boy’s forehead, but changed at the last moment to simply press his lips there.
They fell asleep entangled, just like the entertainers.
Chapter Seven
“Throttlebackatouch.Yes, like that. Good. We’ve cleared the docking bay. Now, lay in the pre-set course back to the station.”
Biting his lip in concentration, Frey followed Rone’s instructions. He was ridiculously pleased at having maneuvered the shuttle away from the last station without mishap and had gotten them on the course back home. He frowned inwardly. Well, home meaning they returned to the station Frey had been living on with Rone and Preen since Rone had won him. It wasn’t New World Colony Five, but it was as close to a home as Frey had had since his capture, and living there with his current master was certainly better than living anywhere with Arpell. They’d just completed their fifth run for Kuren, and while Frey understood that they were smuggling, at least the criminalactivity had given Frey a chance to learn how to fly a Travian craft.
Surprisingly, it had been Rone’s idea to give Frey the piloting lessons. Once the Travian had realized Frey’s interest, instead of admonishing him and shoving a dick down his throat or up his ass to remind Frey of his reason for being, he’d begun teaching Frey. Ostensibly, it was safer for there to be more than one pilot on the shuttle. At least, that had been Rone’s stated reasoning. Still, it mattered to Frey that his alien master saw him as something more than a fuck toy. Besides, although Frey had become almost inured to being with Rone—certainly he found great pleasure in being in bed with the guy—he still hoped to escape back to his own people. Being able to competently pilot a Travian craft would prove invaluable for that plan.
“Course is set. All systems functioning at normal levels.” Sitting back in his chair, Frey shot the alien a bright smile. He really was grateful for this opportunity.
Relaxed in his own seat, Rone stared back. “You’ve done well and are quick to learn. I’ll let you try docking when we reach the station. You must have some experience piloting human craft.”
Frey’s gut clenched when the observation kicked up a memory of his old crew. “I was in training, yes.”
“Training? Didn’t your sire teach you?”
“I don’t have a father.” There had been a time when he was very young that he’d resented the lack. Now, with his mother gone, he understood that not ever having someone was nothing compared to losing someone you’d once had.
Rone raised his eyebrows. “No sire? How is that possible? You humans have the same basic physiology as we Travians.”
Okay, every once in a while the differences in their cultures became even more obvious in unexpected ways. Apparently, single motherhood and artificial insemination were two more to put on the list.
“My mother, Bjork, wanted a child, but not a man. So, she had a doctor insert sperm from a donor.”
Rone’s mouth fell open for a moment. “That’s disgusting. Why would a male allow his seed to be used by an unknown female?”
Really? That’s where a Travian drew the line? It was fine for Rone to rape Frey’s ass, perfectly socially acceptable, yet, Frey’s mother having him alone with the help of a strange man was beyond the pale? Sure, that made sense. Frey felt himself getting hot under the collar, literally.
“My mother was the best woman I’ve ever known. She made a good life for me.” He knew his tone bordered on disrespectful and he didn’t care. Although Rone had never hit him, Frey figured his mother’s memory was worth a beating, if it came to that.
It didn’t. Rone held up his palms. “I meant no offense to your mother. I take it she is dead.”
Frey turned his head to stare out into space. “Yes.” To his mortification, tears pricked at his eyes, even though he hadn’t cried over the loss of his mother in a long time.
“My sympathies.”
“She wanted the best for me. Always. That’s why she put our names into the lottery for colonization. She hoped to raise me in a better environment, one where the air was clean and there was lots of room. If we’d stayed back on Earth, she would have had the medical treatment she needed. She left for me and sacrificed her life in the end.”
“Have you no one else? No other family?”
“No. What little family I had is still back on Earth. When we left, we knew we’d never see them again. Every colonist knows that. It’s part of the deal. A one-way trip.”
“To be truly alone without any family to depend on for the rest of your life is unfathomable to a Travian.”
Frey shifted back to Rone. “Our planet is too crowded and too poisoned, and there are millions of people who want to relocate to other planets. Most will never get a chance. So few planets meet our species’ requirements. This galaxy was the most promising, so we concentrated on searching out planets here. We didn’t know we were heading into Travian territory. We didn’t know that Travians or any other race existed anywhere in the universe.”
Rone huffed out a breath. “That much is clear.”
