“What is the purpose of having inside rain?” Al asked, tilting his head in bewilderment as Jude turned on the shower. They stood with little personal space between them in the tiny bathroom, but Jude couldn’t say that he minded much.
“You know for a fact that it’s called a shower,” Jude pointed out, smirking at Al over his shoulder. “I literally told you that was the name for it. I’m starting to think you’re messing up English on purpose just to be cute.”
“English is not a smart language. ‘Shower’ means nothing. In my language, words have more description. I make English better the way I say it,” Al said with total confidence.
Jude snorted. “You know, this conversationshouldbe a total boner-killer, but somehow hearing you put English on blast makes you even sexier.” He tested the temperature of the water with his fingers. It was right on the edge of too hot, just the way he liked it.
“‘On blast’?” Al asked, confused. Instead of explaining, Jude straightened up, took Al’s face in his hands, and planted a hot, open-mouthed kiss right on his lips.
Al stiffened for only a moment, caught off guard, but as soon as he understood what was happening, he melted right into the kiss with ease and took Jude by the waist.
“If humans had the proper number of arms,” Al said, briefly breaking the kiss, “I would be able to touch you in all the places I feel desire toward.”
“Oh my god, are you seriously bitching about only having two arms right now?” Jude tried to look indignant, but he was sure his smile gave him away. “Stop insulting my species and show me what parts of my body make you ‘feel desire.’”
Al’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“Okay,” he said, sounding breathless. One of the hands on Jude’s waist began to rise, and Jude, having braced himself to be touched on the chest or thighs, or fuck, even his cock already, was surprised when Al reached up and brushed a tentative thumb—feather-light—over his lower lip.
Pinpricks like static spread across Jude’s skin. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood on end, and he found himself frozen, near shivering with unexpected pleasure, as Al went on to trace the bow shape of his mouth, his expression intense and contemplative.
“On my planet,” Al said softly, “kissing is to feel intimacy in the mind. It makes us feel happiness and desire, but it is different with human lips.” He moved his hand to brush along his own lips and exhaled a shuddering breath. “Human lips feel more sensations. I felt enjoyment kissing you before, not just with my mind, but with my body, too.”
The quiet wonder in Al’s voice, mixed with the way he unwittingly wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, reinvigorated Jude’s erection, which had begun to wane in the process of prepping the shower.
“I liked kissing you, too,” Jude said, surprised by how low his own voice sounded. Al’s proximity to him was suddenly overwhelming, his body inches from his own and ready to be touched, and Jude felt a little shy, which was ridiculous. He was the one who had taken Al into the bathroom with the intention of fooling around in the first place, and he wasn’t exactly a blushing virgin. But there was something about the earnest way Al was looking at him that made him flush under the scrutiny.
Shaking himself out of it, he regained his courage and asked, voice pitched low and husky on purpose this time, “Would you like to kiss me again?”
“Yes,” Al said without skipping a beat. “Yes, very much, thank you please.”
He didn’t wait for Jude to initiate—he stepped the rest of the way into Jude’s personal space and brought their lips together so,sogently that Jude couldn’t stand it. He wrapped his arms around Al, nails digging into his back, and pressed harder into the kiss, turning it filthy in an instant as he coaxed Al’s mouth open and slipped his tongue inside.
Time stopped making sense after that.
Jude lost track of the minutes as Al expertly took control of the kiss and used his tongue to fill Jude’s mouth. For someone who was new to the whole “human body” thing, Al had certainly learned how to use it—at least when it came to fooling around—and honestly, wasn’t that the most important part?
He might have stood there kissing Al forever, but then steam started to fog the bathroom and clued him in to how much time had passed. “Shower,” he gasped. “Get into the shower with me before the hot water runs out.”
He tugged Al by the elbow, and Al followed along willingly. There was a bit of awkward fumbling as they tried not to trip while stepping into the bathtub since both of them were reluctant to let go of the other, but they managed, and crowded together to share the water.
“Oh,” Al said, surprised, when the spray made contact with his skin. He looked up at the showerhead to observe it, only to be sprayed directly in the face. Sputtering, he turned back to Jude, nose scrunched adorably as he tried fruitlessly to swipe water from his eyes.
“I take it showers aren’t a thing where you’re from?” Jude asked, unable to bite back a chuckle.
“No,” Al said, just a tiny bit grumpy about it. “No, they are not. When we wish to become clean, we submerge ourselves in bathing bowls”—bathtubs, Jude corrected internally—“where the water does not fall and hit us in our faces. I was correct when I named this ‘inside rain.’ We do not have rain a lot on my home planet, either, so this is a sensation I do not have many experiences in.”
“Did you like it? The few times you’ve been caught in the rain, I mean.”
“I did not,” Al said, so decisively that Jude laughed in surprise. “Rain is cold, and I do not feel enjoyment in the cold. But your inside rain is hot. That is better. I can perhaps learn to feel enjoyment of inside rain.”
Despite the declaration, Jude didn’t miss Al’s dubious expression.
“Well,” Jude said with a grin, “let’s see if I can help.”
He reached down between them and took hold of Al’s cock, grin growing as Al made a low, breathy noise. Al’s hands flew up to grip Jude’s shoulders, helping him keep his balance as Jude stroked him from half-mast back to rock-solid arousal.
“I fucking love your cock,” Jude whispered, pressing wet kisses into the crook of Al’s neck as water from the shower rushed over their shoulders and down their bodies. “It’s so thick and filled me up so nice last night. Do you want to fill me up again, baby?” Jude wasn’t just idly stroking now—his grip tightened, and he jerked Al’s cock intently. “Do you wanna bend me over and see how your fat cock stretches me out all pretty?”
