Alastair hums appreciatively as Perri arches his back on the seat. He was right. At this rate, he won’t last long.
But the King pulls back long enough to say to me, “His hand is still wet from your cum. Give it to him. I want to watch you feed him your cum, Stellan.”
Perri mewls and nods eagerly.
For some reason, I obey. I gather a few drops of cum from Perri’s hand and insert two fingers in his mouth. His tongue immediately laps at it, drinking me in.
Perri and I are well acquainted with each other’s cum, but doing it for Alastair’s hungry eyes is… different. My spent cock swells a little at the sight of him sucking Perri off as he watches him lick my fingers clean.
Perri is a goner. In a matter of seconds he comes down Alastair’s throat with a cry. The King swallows every drop. Thenhe kisses his lower belly and smiles fondly before sorting his clothes out. He offers us a clean rag to clean the cum, and we both help each other in a daze.
My brain is slowly coming back on, like an old engine after repairs.
This was unexpected. The King and I kissed, and it blew my mind.Fuck…
Perri sits up and kisses the corner of my mouth. “That was amazing. Let’s do it again.” He’s grinning.
I scowl and pull him to my lap as he giggles.
Faithful to his words, Alastair speeds on the dusty road leading us to the west coast. From time to time, I feel his eyes on me, but I pointedly keep mine on the dusty road.
16
The monster.
“As we’ve established, humans are not meant to share DNA with creatures of legends. One of the most surprising side effects of the Revival Project wasn’t the physical mutations, but the effect on the human psyche. Some of the children developed what we called—for a lack of a better word—alter-egos. One of my colleagues once brought the bookDr. Jekyll and Mr. Hydeto the labs and joked that we created an army of little Hydes. I think about that often.”
Audio transcription of an interview with Dr. Nolan Max, a scientist who worked for the Revival Project, 2047.
ALASTAIR
My skin is buzzing for the rest of the drive. I kissed Stellan, and he came all over Perri’s hand when I did. It’s all the proof I needed to know he’s not indifferent to me. He even kissed me back—eagerly, I might add.
He’s mad about it, I can feel it. The air is charged in the truck. And Perri—bless him—is chattering to keep the awkwardness at bay.
The cab smells of the three of us, of sex, and it keeps me turned on. I don’t know if I want to escape it or fill my lungs and hold it in to the point of passing out.
I keep my eyes on the cracked road. The wastelands turn greener around us as we near the coast, the dust and yellow grass giving way to lush pastures. It rains more often by the North Pacific ocean.
Eventually, Perri quiets down and rests his head on my upper thigh and his legs on Stellan’s lap. I let my right hand caress his soft hair as I drive, his braid is loose from the both of us pulling on it earlier. Stellan absentmindedly rubs his calves while keeping his eyes on the landscape, carefully avoiding his wound. He’s healing nicely.
I really hope we’ll meet the man who shot him with a crossbow. I have a thing or two to say to him.
The heat is relentless outside, but I turned on the air-conditioning inside the cab. It’s a luxury I’m not letting go to waste. Very few survivors can boast of having ever experienced air-conditioning. It’s a comfort of the past.
It certainly doesn’t feel like we’re on winter’s doorstep.
Perri hums as I touch his neck and let my hand wander under the loose collar of his pink tank top. His skin is warm and smooth, and I can never get enough of him. I leave my hand on top of his left pec, his heartbeat under my palm. It soothes me tofeel it beating regularly. I don’t need to switch gears on my truck, and so my hand stays where it is for the time being.
We reach the coast by late afternoon. I could smell the sea before seeing it, and the constant yearning in my bones intensified as we got closer.
“Perri, look,” Stellan says.
Perri sits up and gasps as he takes in the view of the ocean, the infinite expanse of salty water shining under the sun. “Wow.”
I chuckle. “Wow, indeed.” But I’m watching both of them instead. Their eyes are sparkling.
“It’s been a while since we actually saw the sea,” Perri says. “The Scylla-infested water of San Francisco bay doesn’t count. Can we find a spot by the ocean to spend the night? I’d love to take a swim.”
