“You can touch yourself,” I say, the hottest words that have ever left my mouth. “Show me. Show me how you touch yourself, Adam.”
Throwing his head back on a hissing exhale, Adam grips his cock with two hands, squeezing tightly. A moan is torn from me as he moves his hands, mine subconsciously mirroring his motion. Then he surprises by reaching inside the slit his cock came from, moving his long fingers there, his entire body twitching and jerking.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, jerking myself harder. “That’s so fucking hot. Does it feel good to touch yourself there? Do you have a spot inside that makes you see stars when you brush against it?” Damn, would my cock fit inside of him?
The spikes on Adam’s cock look soft under his palms, but they stiffen as he gets close. Whimpering, he freezes, his eyes finding mine, silently begging me to join him. And I do, not caring that this behavior should be impossible for a creature so primitive as Adam, or that it’s wrong to do this with someone I can’t even communicate with. Squeezing my cock as tightly as my tingling fingers allow, I shuttle my hand over the tip, faster and faster, until my balls draw tight and my body pulses with imminent orgasm.
“Now, Adam,” I grit out as I come, my cum splattering across the forest floor. Adam comes silently, his body freezing as pearly gray liquid spurts from his cock. Our eyes meet and stay lockedas our bodies twitch with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Our orgasm, because this truly was one shared between us.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as the strongest waves ebb. “That was…” Wrong? Perhaps. Abso-fucking-lutely amazing? Definitely. The strongest orgasm I’ve ever had? Fuck yes! But what happens now?
Adam seems to be worried about the same thing, because he lowers himself to the ground with his spinal spikes flat to his body, just like when he was “apologizing” for hurting me by lifting me the wrong way. The way he looks at me suggests he’s waiting for my reaction, and he doesn’t expect it to be good. How did I ever think he wasn’t intelligent? He’s more intelligent than half my high school classmates.
“This was amazing,” I tell him softly, keeping my tone light to show how much I enjoyed our little jerk-off session. “I should probably feel bad about this since I’m not sure you understand what’s happening, but you’re so much smarter than I thought, aren’t you? I know you don’t understand what I’m saying, but I liked it, Adam. As long as you did too, we’re good.”
As I talk, Adam’s posture grows relaxed, the spikes on his back straightening again. His tail flicks from side to side as he regards me and, before I have a chance to feel awkward about still lying on the ground with my quickly softening cock out, he darts off into the jungle.
“Well. I’ll try not to take it personally.” It’s not like I wanted a cuddle, did I?
Taking advantage of no longer having an erection, I quickly take care of my painfully full bladder, then shuffle toward a nearby bush, hoping to get some leaves to clean myself with. All I see, though, are the bright red leaves of the alien poison ivy. They’re mesmerizing as they glow in the dim light, the dark red veins pulsating like actual blood running through them. Since there don’t seem to be any suitable leaves around, I wipe myhands against the moss on the nearest tree trunk, which only makes them dirtier. Damn, I should really wash myself. And drink something.
A rustle announces Adam’s return. He proudly presents several thick roots to me. They still have fresh dirt stuck to them, so he must have just dug them out. Making sure I’m watching, he grabs one and digs his claws into it, cutting it in half. A gel-like substance is revealed.
“Oh, great,” I sigh. “Another local delicacy? Well, it can't be worse than worms.” Taking the root from Adam, I bring it to my mouth, only to have him grab my wrist and pull my hand away. I frown. “Not for eating?”
Cutting open another root, Adam scoops up the gel and rubs it between his hands. I don’t see the point of getting my hands even stickier, but when he keeps looking at me expectantly, I follow his lead. The gel is cool and surprisingly light, not sticky at all. Once I’ve rubbed it into my skin, it evaporates quickly, leaving my hands feeling surprisingly clean.
“Wow. Is this like dry soap? Can I wash other parts of my body with it?” Scooping up more gel, I point to my cock and wait for Adam’s confirmation that it’s safe before rubbing it clean. Adam watches avidly as I clean myself, and I don’t have the energy to tell him to look away. He’d probably pretend he doesn’t understand me anyway.
Or does he understand me? Because sometimes, it feels like he does. Not everything I say, but a word here and there. He certainly seems to almost magically anticipate my needs, but how?
Chapter 12
Adam
Jaimedoesn’twantmeto touch his cock, which is disappointing, but at least he let me watch him touch himself. And he watched me touch myself, which was almost as good. Almost good enough. I very much wanted to ignore his obvious wish and touch him anyway, but that voice behind the fog kept repeating that no means no. And Jaime said no. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I understood that word. Some of his words are starting to stick in my mind.
As the fog in my mind weakens, more images and thoughts slip through. I still don’t understand most of them, but I leave themalone, even though my mind feels too crowded now. So many thoughts. Some are useful, though, like the thought about using the thick roots for cleaning. I’ve seen flicktails use them this way, but I never copied them before. I never cared about cleaning myself at all. When I was covered in blood, I’d find water and scrub myself there, but cleaning my hands after touching my cock is a new idea that came from behind the fog. It felt odd to me, but Jaime liked it, and when he’s happy, I’m happy too.
As we finish cleaning ourselves and I take him into my arms again, I greedily inhale his scent. There’s no fear souring it now, just sweet contentment and tiny splatters of his cock fluid on his outer skin. He hid his cock underneath it again, making me think that maybe that is the outer skin’s purpose, since Jaime doesn’t have a cock pouch. The outer skin doesn’t protect it very well, but it does hide his cock from sight. Not that I like that. I could watch his cock all day, even when it’s small and soft. I like it better when it’s long and hard like mine, though.
“Is there water nearby? The roots were great, but I’d still prefer to bathe in actual water and, more importantly, I’m getting really thirsty. I can’t survive too long without water.”
Anxious because Jaime’s words sound urgent, I wait for something to come through the fog to explain what he needs. The feeling of dryness in the back of my throat hints at what “water” and “thirsty” mean, and I curse myself. Of course he needs to drink. Every living thing needs to drink. I don’t need much, but even I get thirsty, and with the way Jaime’s body loses water through his skin, he will need much more than I do.
There’s a stream running through my den but we’re still days away from it, especially if we take the safer path that doesn’t cut through the venomfang territory. I thought the faster we got to my den, the better, but I changed my mind. Jaime’s safety is more important.
Now, where is the closest water? The river winds through this part of the forest, but that would bring us closer to venomfangs. Taking in a deep breath, I filter through the smells assaulting my senses before taking off in a direction where I can smell mud. Clean water doesn’t have much of a smell, but where there’s mud, there’s water. Jaime talks as I walk, his words filling the night air along with clatterbeak calls and other creature noises. Sometimes images pop into my mind when he speaks, but they only confuse me. When he speaks about something called a “brother” though…
He looks exactly like me, except his scales are dark blue. His four arms reach toward me as he speaks softly. “It’s me, brother. It’s me.” Then the fog surges and there is blood on my claws. Screams. The other one’s face is cut open. “Don’t hurt him!”
I shudder as the images keep replaying, an unfamiliar feeling gnawing at my insides. I remember the other one’s blood on my claws. The fog made me attack him, the way it makes me attack everything else. But who was he, and why does it hurt so much to think about him?
“Are you okay?” Jaime’s voice is soft and his hand, gently touching my neck, even softer. “You looked a little lost in thought there. I wish you could speak or somehow let me know what’s going on in that head of yours. I really don’t know what to think about you. One moment you’re all primal and in the next, you display some next freaking level of abstract thinking. It makes no sense. You make no sense, my friend. But I like you anyway. You’re sweet. The Adam I named you after seemed sweet too, but I bet he wasn’t half as sweet as you are. No one is. You’re like the best boyfriend anyone has ever had and— Damn.” Sighing, he rubs his hand over his face. “I should really stop thinking in these terms.”
His words pull up a memory of holding someone in my arms. Someone…blue? Not Jaime, but my arms held him just as tenderly. Boyfriend. Is that what it’s called when you hold someone?
Blue hands on my cock.
