Sound the gongs and ring the bells, my children! The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town! I have returned to you from the bowels of hell! (I tend to be at my most productive fic-wise when schoolwork looms. Coincidence? Um, no. Not really. I'm lazy.) Sorry it took so long; here is some smut to make you happy once more! Be sure to review, my lambs! (Oh hell, I have turned into The Bailiff. And if you know who the fook I'm talking about you get many prizes.)
Wikus remembered, halfway up the stairs, that Oliver was probably still asleep, and that if he hoped to get anywhere with Chris he should do his best to prevent the kid from waking and disrupting any...activities. He softened his footsteps, trying to be simultaneously stealthy and swift. The door to the bathroom loomed ahead, seeming in his mind to emit a golden, heavenly light like a beacon. He stumbled toward it, his mouth dry, and slowly, almost reverently, pushed the door open.
The air in the small room was thick with steam, fogging the mirror and blurring Wikus' reflection as he glanced at it. The shower was still running, and apparently Chris hadn't heard the human enter; no sound came from behind the closed curtain other than rushing water.
Wikus drew a breath. "Chris?" He spoke a little too softly; he cleared his throat and tried once more. "Christopher?"
A pair of antennae stuck up from the other side of the pastel, fish-patterned drapery. "Wikus?" The clicks were hesitant. A hand emerged to draw back the curtain. Wikus held his breath.
The alien was indeed dripping, sleek and shiny with warm water, and in one secondary hand he held a loofah, which would have been hilarious if Wikus hadn't been too busy ogling him. Unfortunately for the human, in his other three hands he held...
"Oh, uh...hi, Oliver," Wikus said in a surprisingly calm voice, despite the screaming, thwarted agony in his brain (and trousers).
"Good morning, Uncle Wikus. Are you gonna shower, too?"
"I, uh..." Wikus kept his eyes carefully trained on the curtains.
Christopher set his child down and wrapped a towel around him. "Go to your room and dry off, Little One."
"Okay," the diminutive Poleepkwa scurried toward the door, towel dragging along the floor behind him. "Is it Uncle Wikus' turn to wash? Are you gonna wash him, too?"
"Hnnk--" Wikus clutched the towel rack, his on his feet as he tried to shut down his vivid imagination.
"We are just going to talk," Chris responded. The little alien nodded and closed the door. A moment later they heard the door to his room click shut.
"I was, eh, hoping he was still asleep," Wikus muttered nervously, glancing up.
The extraterrestrial doused himself in liquid soap and began scrubbing briskly, as if he were eager to finish and get out. "Why is that?"
The human stared bleakly at him. "What d'you mean, 'why'? So I-- s-so we..." his eager eyes followed the alien's sudsy hands as they travelled along the gleaming carapace, bubbles lodging themselves into the soft crevices between plates. Of course, Christopher seemed as oblivious as always to his effect on the former MNU worker. "Jesus, Chris." Wikus' voice cracked and his mouth went bone-dry once more.
The tall being cocked his head in that quizzical manner that Wikus had come to know. "What?"
"I...you-- you, um, missed a spot."
Christopher looked down at himself in consternation. "Where?"
Wikus stepped into the spacious shower, took hold of the hand that held the sponge, and pressed it to his own, still-clothed chest. "Right here." He slid the hand lower, leaving his shirt soaking. "And here." Lower. "And here."
Christopher shivered and stepped back, pulling Wikus under the jet of hot water as he reached behind them and yanked the curtain shut. The hand holding the loofah began to move, voluntarily rubbing soapy water across the human's belly. Wikus groaned appreciatively and sucked at a soft, exposed spot on the prawn's throat.
"Your- your garments are- hkk- getting drenched," Christopher pointed out.
"Mm, yeah, can't have that, can we?" Wikus lapped at the alien's clavicle. "Best get 'em off, then, yeah?" He slipped the sponge from the Poleepkwa's weakening grip.
Christopher complied eagerly, almost tearing off one of Wikus' shirt sleeves in the process. Soon shirt, pants and briefs lay sodden and forgotten at the bottom of the stall. Chris' mouthparts writhed down Wikus' neck, across his chest.
"Aah, Christopher, fook." In a moment of mad inspiration, Wikus took the sponge, pressed it between the alien's legs right on the swollen slit that hid his reproductive organs, and squeezed all the water out, jetting it into the opening.
Christopher squirmed and made a sound that translated into something like, "Phwooaar!"
The human grinned victoriously as he felt the slit widen and the prawn's large, ridged member push out. He ran a thumb down its length, then rubbed urgently at the tight entrance under it. Instantly, he felt Chris tense. Hastily, he withdrew the digit and looked up at the prawn's face, gauging his reaction. The alien was panting, mouthparts twisting anxiously, eyes screwed shut as he held himself still. The human cursed at himself. Slower, he told himself, don't fuck it up like you did the first time by just jumping in and not taking him into consideration. Gently, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the creature's weaving mouth.
"Sorry," he murmured against Chris' flesh. "I wasn't thinking."
"It's- it's fine," Christopher clicked. "I just...wasn't prepared." He opened his eyes and reached up to run a hand through Wikus' damp hair before suddenly dropping to his knees in front of the human.
"Wha-" Wikus began, only to be silenced by the sensation of writhing, slippery tendrils exploring his groin. "Ohhhh fook, Chris, fook, don't stop--"
The Poleepkwa wound his mouthparts around Wikus' erection, pumping as he engulfed it. Desperate to reciprocate in some manner, the former MNU worker stroked one of the prawn's antennae with the sponge, earning a moan that reverberated through his cock and along his entire nervous system. With a strangled, throaty cry he came into the soft, moist heat.
Christopher swallowed, rose, and quickly caught his former houseguest before he could collapse. "Are you alright?" He asked concernedly, propping Wikus against the shower wall. "Did I hurt you?"
"Holy...shit...Chris," Wikus said raggedly, trying to see through a haze of dazed pleasure. "That...fook. Fook, that was good." He blinked once or twice, clearing his head, then slowly lifted his head to stare Chris up and down. The Poleepkwa's arousal was still quite apparent, and as he titled his head to meet the human's gaze, Wikus saw that hunger, that carefully controlled need that hid just under the surface. He growled, suddenly recovered, and launched himself at the prawn. They hit the wall together, Wikus already nuzzling into Chris' soft skin, licking stray drops of water and sweat from his carapace. The human began kissing his way up Christopher's neck, his hands fumbling along the narrow hips and sides. Chris made an encouraging noise and clutched at him.
"I...I have to admit..." He bucked as Wikus fondled his antennae, sending shivers down his spine. "I...when I woke this morning and- oh- f-found you gone, I-I was worried that you'd...reconsidered. Changed your- ahh- yes, there, oh- ch-changed your mind..."
"Don't be daft," Wikus nibbled at the corner of Christopher's jaw. "That was just...kind of a situation I had to deal with...um...see, Tania came in and saw us and-"
"What?"
Wikus was suddenly pushed away, much to his dismay, and at that same instant the water went cold. He yelped and jumped back, shutting off the tap. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean, she 'saw us'?" Christopher asked, his voice edged with steel.
"Uhh...y'know, she just walked in on us sleeping and got kind of fooked off at me-"
"Let me see if I understand," The prawn intoned. "She is mad at you because she found out that you have had relations with me, and you thought that the best choice of action would be for us to have sex in her shower."
"I- whuh- uh, I didn't really...that wasn't my exact line of thinking, no." Wikus responded somewhat lamely. Regrouping his thoughts, he tried to explain. "She was angry at first, but I talked to her and she...she sort of calmed down and-and was alright and--"
"Alright? What could you have possibly said to make her 'alright' with such a discovery?"
"I-I just explained to her that I..."
Wikus, are you trying to say that you're...in love with him?
I...I am, yes.
"I..." Dammit all, he just couldn't say it to Chris' face, he was just too much of a coward to actually say it. "I just told her about how...close we'd gotten, and how you'd saved me so many times, and she kind of...understood."
Christopher still looked skeptical, but he stepped out of the shower and handed Wikus a towel before taking one for himself. Wikus dried as quickly as possible, marveling for what must have been the thousandth time at just how fucking good a shower felt (and the incredible sensation of that mouth...). Christopher remained silent, seemingly pensive, the whole time, and as the Poleepkwa turned to leave the room, the human caught him around the waist. "Chris."
Before the alien could respond, Wikus pressed his lips to the soft tendrils of Chris' mouth. Pulling back, he reaffirmed, "It's okay, Christopher. Really. It's... it'll be alright."
Apparently no longer in the mood to argue, Christopher simply nodded, looking at Wikus with that familiar warmth in his gaze.