"Khaji Da..."
Yes, Jaime?
"What time is it..." he asked sleepily, honestly too tired to turn his head to look at the clock.
6:28.
He groaned: and not in a good way. "Okay...thank god it's Saturday."
Jaime has a free day. What is Jaime going to do today?
He smiled, blushing just slightly. "I'm...we're..." he wanted to ask Khaji Da out on a date, honestly, but realizing how utterly stupid that would sound, he quickly changed his mind before the AI said anything about it. "I'm going to a movie. And then that restaurante barato down the calle."
Jaime is taking friends or family?
The teen hesitated, then, "N-No. No, I'm just going..." another pause, "...alone." He reached over and grabbed some tissues, cleaning himself up. The sheets would be a problem though. He'd have to wash them himself.
Doesn't Jaime care a lot about his friends and family?
"Leave me alone about it..." he grumbled, getting out of bed, pulling up pajama pants, and heading to the bathroom. Just as he turned the doorknob-
"DEJAR! DON'T COME IN!" Milagro cried from behind the door. He sighed and hoped to God she wasn't using the bathtub as a pool for her Barbies again.
"Milagro, I need to shower. What're you doing?"
"Oh...Jaime." She paused, then opened the door. "You can come in."
He raised an eyebrow and walked into the tight bathroom in which nothing at all in particular was happening. "Out." he commanded.
She giggled and ran out. Upon examining the bathroom, nothing really seemed to be out of place. He wondered what the heck she had been doing in there. There hadn't been a toilet flush, or the run of water, or anything. Still half asleep, he pulled the shower knob on and slipped off his pjs, stepping into the tub, ready to enjoy a warm, morning shower to slowly wake him up, but instead was greeted with completely ice-cold water.
"MIERDA!" he jumped back, his heart racing, completely shocked awake from the surprise. He heard his sister laugh from behind the door, and then run down the hall. "That little..."
Was Jaime not aware that the shower was crisp?
"Heck no! That scared the crap out of me...I should have known she was up to no good this morning."
Jaime goes up against metahumans, machines, and aliens: the most powerful beings in the Universe, yet is scared of cold water?
"Shut up..." he grumbled, reaching around the stream of water and setting the knob to hot. He sighed, standing under the powerful spray, finally getting to relax, his heartbeat slowing. He thought about the date with Khaji Da he was going to have today, honestly excited for it. He'd try to make it as romantic as possible-as much as you could be romantic with your own spine. Then his mind went back to his dream: his wonderful, kinky, wet dream. The way it had felt so real-having Khaji Da tell him he was perfect-it was just...indescribable.
And oh how he wished Khaji Da would be inside him.
Jaime cringed, feeling his spine tingle in that familiar way, then gasped, jumping forward and grabbing at his own buttocks (a very embarrassing reaction). All the sudden, he had felt something cold and hard prodding between his cheeks.
"W-What are you doing?!"
Jaime wanted Khaji Da inside. I'm going inside so Jaime is pleased. Affirmative?
He squeezed his eyes tight. Si, si, si, he wanted this..he wanted it more than anything. But could he actually say it? The teen hesitantly bent over, using the wall in the shower for support. His legs were trembling, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, but he didn't care anymore. He just hoped the scarab would understand.
And like always, he (it) did.
"Aiee...Dios...yes, that feels bueno..."
The rigid leg poked again at his entrance, this time pushing through and thrusting in. There seemed to be no hilt: no end. Just a long, hard leg up his ass...and nothing had ever felt better. Jaime's ass refused, at first. It took a little wriggling and a groan of discomfort before the leg, or, whatever it was (he couldn't see it from his position), was snuggly inside, vibrating gently. Such love and care...
The teen gave a long moan, clutching onto the slippery wall hopelessly, his ass arching higher in the air. "M-moreeee..." he groaned.
What else would Jaime like from me?
"Just..more..." he breathed, "...more of this...more touching...faster, harder..."
Affirmative.
Just like in the dream, the legs reached around his chest, now prodding at his hard nipples. The teen panted harder yet, starting to hump against the shower wall: riding the AI's leg (or whatever it was). He licked his lips and honestly yearned for something to be filling his mouth, to feel full from all angles-
The beetle's remaining limb reaching around his shoulder and neck, presenting itself right in front of Jaime's mouth. "Oh god, Khaji Da..yes..." he closed his eyes, leaning forward and letting himself take it in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it firmly and running his tongue the length of the backside as sensually as he possibly could, leaning down and grasping onto his own hard dick, pumping furiously. Khaji Da started vibrating its limbs, making Jaime shudder closer and closer to a speedy orgasm.
Jaime is feeling immense pleasure with Khaji Da.
He pulled his mouth away, throwing his head back, moaning loudly, so close to reaching-
"JAIME! I HAVE TO PEEEEE!"
Everything disappeared as Milagro burst into the bathroom. The wonderful feelings and sensations: utterly gone. Instead, horror filling his body, his chest tightening in panic. "Milagro, you can't just come in here without knocking or asking! You little mocoso!"
Yup. Hard-on was completely gone.
"Shut up, Jaime. Mami said I could."
He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. This day was off to a not-so-good start...already.