“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Rick offered.
“I’m not breakable.”
Rick shifted so the bottom of his head was against Max’s knee and he blew bubbles against him. “Recent evidence proves you are breakable.”
“You’ve never hurt me, and you never would,” Max said with confidence. “I don’t want you to be scared that you might.”
“I will be more thoughtful as I drive you wild. I will be for you the best a man can get.”
Max groaned. He was too horny to deal with Rick’s strange obsession with American television. The tentacle in his ass wiggled, and Max’s cock ached with need. “You cheat,” Max gasped and a shiver traveled across his skin like a live electrical current racing across the surface.
“I get pleasure from cheating on my husband,” Rick confirmed.
“With, not on.”
“I am on my husband.” Rick leaned his weight into Max, pinning him to the couch.
“I don’t have the brain cells to explain, but you would never cheat on me. You have sex on me.”
“Sex on you, sex in you, sex with you. I enjoy many prepositions of sex.”
Max lost the will to object to Rick’s abuse of the English language when a second tentacle pressed into his hole, stretching the muscle until he was lost in a delicious burn and he tried to thrust up. It was hard with tentacles grabbing every part of him.
Max dug his heels into the ground and pushed up, lifting Rick a few inches, but Rick took advantage of the room to set a pounding rhythm of thrusts into Max’s body. Oh fuck. Max was losing this round.
Max gasped for air and writhed as every nerve ending fired, He was hot and cold and shivering and sweating and swearing. He grabbed at any tentacle he could reach and threw his head back with a rough cry.
Beyond caring about their competition, Max came all over himself, cum splattering across his stomach and a few of Rick’s tentacles.
“I win!” Rick trumpeted while Max sucked down air in huge gulps. Rick lifted Max, shifting him to the couch while retrieving his own tentacles.
“I didn’t get your slit to open.” Max traced the almost invisible line on Rick’s reproductive tentacle. On the good side, Rick always loved to cuddle after they finished, and he was a champion cuddler.
“That’s because I’m grrrrreat!” Rick crowed in triumph. He liked that catchphrase entirely too much.
“And so modest,” Max added.
“Thank you for appreciating my great modesty.”
The sarcasm had gone right over Rick’s head. Max ran a hand along the closest tentacle. It was well-muscled and strong and warm as it curled around him. Rick leaned against Max’s shoulder, careful to keep his eyes from touching him. He didn’t understand why Max didn’t like to touch Rick’s eyes, but he was respectful to keep his tough eyeballs to himself.
Max reconsidered his plan to manipulate his husband. “I know something is bothering you,” he said slowly.
The tentacles that had been slowly tracing circles against Max’s skin stilled.
“I won’t keep asking you, but if you want to talk, I will listen and I will always love you.”
“I am sorry you have Hidden one husband and not Unbalanced one husband who would speak with you,” Rick said in a sad voice.
Max snorted. “When I was a kid, I thought I would find my soulmate–someone who would match me like a jigsaw puzzle piece. Our hopes and needs and fears, I mean. Jigsaw puzzles are these pictures where–”
“I am educated in the existence of jigsaw puzzle. I am not ignorant of planet of my favorite husband.”
“I’m your only husband.”
“Favorite only husband. And poor match with Unbalanced one jigsaw piece.”
Max took a deep breath. “That’s the thing... I was wrong about finding a match. Humans don’t naturally fit together. Dee told me she hid her fears about being deployed because she knew it would make her husband worry more. I bet if he found that out, he’d be hurt. It’s like we have all these jagged edges and ifwe get too close to another human being, we hurt them, even if we don’t want to. I’ve hurt my parents even though I love them dearly. I am hurting them now by not going home when I could. I don’t have a perfect match out there. There’s no jigsaw puzzle piece to fit me.” Max lost his train of thought. He didn’t even know what he was trying to say anymore.
