Mine.
That word again.
Jude’s pulse rushed as the implications of it fired off in his head.
“Yours,” he said numbly, dumbly, lifting one leg and hooking it over Al’s hip suggestively. “I’m yours and yours alone.”
Al did not always understand nuance in English, but he was entirely fluent in body language. Eyes ablaze, he grabbed Jude by the thigh, tugged him down the bed into a better position, and claimed him with a confident forward thrust.
Jude turned his face into the pillow to muffle his cry as suddenly, he was full. Al pushed in deep, not stopping until he was buried to his hilt, then dropped down on top of Jude and kissed the base of his neck sweetly as he began to rock his hips.
It was too much, but it was so good.
Jude, overwhelmed, gasped and whimpered into the pillow as Al wrapped him up in an embrace, one of his hands slipping between them to pump Jude’s cock in time with Al’s thrusts. The skin-on-skin contact between them was so intense that for the briefest second, Jude could have sworn that he felt himself through Al’s mind—his tight muscles squeezing around Al’s thick, throbbing cock—resulting in pleasure so intense, he nearly came on the spot.
“Fuck,” Jude whined. He clutched at the edge of the mattress, heat coiling in his groin.
The impossible feeling passed only a second later, so brief it very likely had not been real, but it left Jude teetering on the edge of orgasm, and he knew he didn’t have long before he lost his balance and toppled in.
Al groaned, and at the same time that Jude nearly succumbed to his pleasure, thrust with sudden desperation into Jude several times. “You will deliver our eggs soon,” Al said in a broken voice. “There is not much time left before it happens, yet I cannot stop myself from wanting to fertilize you again. May I do so, Jude? Please. Please allow me to come inside of you.”
Hearing his sweet alien plead with him to fill him up with cum sent Jude over the edge.
He clamped his legs around Al, preventing him from pulling out, and came so hard he lost sense of space and time. For a second while lost to the universe, he could have sworn he was back in Al’s head, feeling what he felt as Jude came on his cock, hot and wet and tight. Orgasm ripped through him a second time, and he felt Al come not only through his own body, but through his bizarre fantasy of what it was like to be in Al’s mind. Hot cum flooded his insides, and Jude, totally lost to pleasure, bucked wildly on Al’s cock until he was too tired to ride him anymore.
By then, the pleasure had died down, and the fantasy had died along with it.
He was in his own body again, and only his own body.
But Al’s cock, while semi-flaccid, was still inside of him.
“Fuck me,” Jude huffed with an exhausted laugh when he had regained the ability to speak.
“Perhaps after you have recovered from this time,” Al said, but there was a smile in his voice that told Jude he understood his meaning and was just being cheeky. Affection overtook him. He grabbed Al by the head and kissed him soundly.
“Thank you,” he whispered against Al’s lips.
Al smiled for him. “Anything for you.”
* * *
Morning arrived, and the two of them awoke for real this time, and of their own volition. Jude had gladly turned off his alarms two weeks earlier—school was out for the summer, and Jude was dependent on student loans to get him through until August when he could get another job on campus, doing some kind of menial work for minimum wage. Part of him felt guilty for not being productive with his time off, but it was nice in the moment to be able to sleep without stressing out over classes or worrying what bullshit his asshole coworkers would get into next that would make his life even more of a living hell. And besides, he was pregnant and—apparently—just about ready to pop. He deserved a little downtime.
Jude was a natural late riser and often slept past noon on days when he had nothing to do, but that day he woke at what would almost be considered a responsible hour not due to hunger or the need to pee, but for another reason entirely—Al was big-spooning him and rubbing small, slow circles over his baby bump. It felt good, and Jude let out a hum of an exhale in appreciation.
Al’s hand abruptly stopped.
“I have disrupted your unconsciousness,” he said guiltily.
“S’okay,” Jude mumbled. “Feels nice.”
“Oh.” After a beat of hesitation, Al resumed rubbing Jude’s belly and nuzzling in closer to place a couple of soft kisses in the crook of Jude’s neck. Jude’s heart fluttered, and he craned his neck to the side, inviting Al to continue, only to realize what he was doing. It was one thing to be so hormonal, he couldn’t go eight hours without jumping Al’s bones, but it was another thing to get all heart-eyed over him doing simple things like giving him dumb, sweet kisses, or telling him he looked beautiful. Two days ago, he’d legitimately almost cried when Al had brought him a plate of charred toast, just because Jude knew that Al was still afraid of the toaster, and the fact that he was willing to face his fears for Jude, even if it meant Jude had to eat what was essentially charcoal for breakfast, had him feeling some type of way.
It was stupid. He was acting like a teenager with a crush. He’d catch himself watching Al doing something like meowing back at Buttons as though he really could speak cat—no matter how many times Jude told him that wasn’t a thing—or spreading grape jelly over slices of pizza, and he would get all flustered and awash with this overwhelmingfondnessthat made him want to puke. Last Wednesday, he’d let Al talk at him for forty-five straight minutes about the new calendar he’d created, and how he should “take it to the presidents of Earth” to replace the current calendars so that “humans can learn how to be not stupid at time,” and instead of being bored, Jude had paid attention to the whole thing, and even kind of started agreeing with Al by the end.
It was terrible.
It was terrible, and it was also not fair to Al in the slightest, because it had Jude acting extra affectionate and needy—and not just for sex, but for Al’s company and attention. Attention Al was ready at the drop of a hat to provide. Jude felt like he’d been clear about his emotional boundaries, but it still wasn’t right to be leading Al on like he was. The night he’d broken Al’s heart was never far from his mind, and it was clear from Al’s behavior that he was still hurt over it, and that maybe—probably—he thought that by giving Jude his love and attention, he could change Jude’s mind.
