Jack had once again started paying attention to Rhys. Rhys swam for Jack when he watched, putting on his own show. He made sure the light hit his tale, that it glistened for him. And his smiles sent a bubbling amount of joy through his body.
And he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted him. He'd given him this nice, new arm. It was a gift, a special present, like the ones they gave down in the sea. A courting gift, and Rhys had accepted it with joy.
But Jack made no advances, always on the other side of the glass. Watching Rhys from what felt like so far away.
After about a week, Rhys began to feel lonely. Sure, he was being well fed, the water was always the perfect temperature, but he lacked the feeling of other bodies around him. Back in the sea, there was always another mermaid around. Always someone for Rhys to press up against, enjoy their comfort... here... there was nothing. Scared fish that floated around, they weren't company.
One morning, he laid on one of his rocks. Wishing Vaughn was there. He could always have his bro close. Never alone when he was around. Or Yvette, her sassy manor was always something to brighten his day.
A dark pit swirled in his chest. And Jack wasn't supposed to come in for another few hours... he'd just have to sit and wait until he came in. Left to just let the loneliness stew inside of him.
When he heard the door open, he swam up, pressing his palms up against the glass to watch Jack come in. Trying to get Jack's attention with a long whine.
His eyes darted up. Deadpanning as he looked over Rhys long tail. His gaze sticking to the puppy dog eyes of Rhys, begging with his bottom lip popped out. "What's wrong Kitten?"
Rhys would circle in the tank. Whining more, pausing to point to the tunnel. The only place he'd ever been close to Jack.
But his heart sank when he shook his head. "No way Kitten. One, I have a lot of shit to do. Two, last time I touched you you knocked me over. You fat ass."
This just made Rhys whine more, glaring slightly at Jack. "Lonely!"
Jack laughs. "What's that? Lonely? Too bad Kitten. I've got meetings today. I don't have time to give you attention. "
Rhys growled at him. Mad that it was so hard to get someone to be close to him. He pounded his fist against the glass once again.
Jack would get mad at this. "Hay! Stop that! If you break that glass you'll die! Because I'll stomp your face in for getting the floor wet."
His eyes rolled. Pausing to watch as a man entered the room. Tall and lanky, with combed back blond hair. The man pausing to stare at Rhys. But the mermaid was too angry to care, glaring at Jack before he'd go to pout at the bottom of the pool. Refusing to put on a show for today.
Rhys felt the loneliness bubble into more anger. Vaughn never would have turned him down if he felt like this. He suddenly hated this tank. He hated this place. Mermaids where such social creatures, and Rhys didn't have anyone here. He was alone. Only getting Jack's attention for a small amount of every day. He'd been so admired in his own home.
His eyes swelled up, he felt tears float into the water, covering his face as the pit in his chest increased. At first, this hadn't seemed so bad. He didn't have any struggles here. He really didn't have to hunt, search for food. The water was never too cold. But now, the loneliness had sunk in. Realization that he might never see Vaughn or Yvette again. That he'll always be in this tank. All alone. Watching the closest thing to affection through a thick piece of glass.
Rhys was sobbing by the time he heard the knock on the glass. His eyes swelling as he'd finally raise his head. "Common Kitten." Tempted to just ignore Jack all together, he curled up around the rock more. Feeling more tears merge with the water. "Now, I'm not asking! Come out!"
Rhys shuddered. Not wanting to make Jack before he'd slowly swim up to the glass. Sniffling and rubbing his eyes.
This makes Jack take a deep breath, pausing to look Rhys over. "Are you crying Kitten? Common, I'm trying to show you off."
Whimpering, he looked over the tall lanky man next to Jack, watching Rhys curiously. It was a gently look, almost facinated and it made some of the sick feeling I'm his gut lift up slightly.
But there was another man next to him. Broad shoulders and thick. Black slicked hair and a thick black beard. His look scared Rhys. Whimpering again as he'd hug himself.
Jack pauses and looks Rhys over. "You don't wanna do any swimming for us." It didn't sound like a question. More like a command, hidden behind the format of a question.
He watched them for a moment. Watching Jack with just a sad look, pressing his cheek against the glass, not wanting to hold up his head.
"He doesn't look very happy." The blond remarked, flat toned as he watched Rhys, obviously worried.
Jack huffs. "Shut up. He's usually dancing for me when I look at him. I don't know what the hell his problem is! Common!"
Rhys swims away from the glass when Jack slams his fist against it. He watched him, startled at the angry look on Jack's face. Only making the pit become bigger in his stomach as he'd whimper more, wrapping his arms around himself.
But then a thought hit him. If he swam and put on a good show, maybe Jack would reward him. And slowly a grin spread on his lips as he thought of Jack petting him. Having one of Jack's big hands running through his hair.
Then he was swimming again. Spinning through the water and showing off. The light shining off his tail in the most eye catching way. He glanced to the side, glad to see the two men awestruck, and Jack looking pleased.
And that filled Rhys with joy again. It was like playing with his friends back in the sea. They enjoyed just watching him sometimes. But usually they would join in.
After a bit, Jack would kick the two men out, bragging about Rhys before shutting them out of the office. He didn't even turn around before he started talking to Rhys again.
"So, what's the matter kitten. Can't have my prized pet sad all the time."
Rhys would come against the glass, watching as Jack slowly began to strut back. His walk strong, powerful. It was new and Rhys always loved to just soak it all in.
"I'm waiting for an answer princess. What is your problem. I got you that arm, I thought that would make you happy."
Rhys watched him, whimpering softly. "Lonely, Jack. Lonely."
Jack huffs. "Lonely? I'm here every day! "
"Tank... empty... tanks empty." Rhys had started picking up English better. Being able to understand it more than speak it.
Jack crossed his arms. Glaring at Rhys, studying him. "What do you need? What am I supposed to get you?"
"Touch me." Rhys whined. Going to circle around the tunnel. "Close."
Jack would watch him. His brow furrowing down as he watched him. "Fine. Tonight I'll go in there. But for now, I have work to do."
Rhys watched as Jack went back to his desk. And now he was just impatient. Floating around the cage. He never realized how long Jack's work day ways until now. Waiting as each second ticked by. He wanted to be touched. Skin itching with the need to feel something alive against him
He tried to find things to take up the time, but there was nothing. Nothing but the empty tank. Just leaving him to drift around the cage. Only perking up as Jack stood from his chair.
With a flick of the wrist, the tunnel opened up. Rhys squeaked with joy, quickly heading to the pool, swimming laps through the deeper half of the large pool.
It seemed to take forever for Jack to get there. Worry bubbling into his mind that Maybe Jack wouldn't show up. That's when the door opened, Jack walking in with a lot less layers than usual. His legs still dressed in those tight pants, hugging his legs and showing him off. But his top was only covered in the strange, raggedy yellow cloth that rested under all the other layers.
"Listen, I'm going to get in, but if you bite me I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you."
Rhys picked up that Jack's eyes were working to pick him up in the water. But instead of fear, they were glazed with something playful and extremely intimidating. It was intoxicating.
Rhys kept his distance. Waiting for Jack to slide into the pool. Sitting on a small ledge on the shallow end, allowing him to be waist deep in the water.
This is when Rhys began to slowly approach. Excitement flowed through him. Getting more intense as he'd get closer. Soon he could smell Jack in the water. Taste the odd taste of his clothes. It was smothering. Rhys swam up closer, moving so he could lay across Jack's lap, belly up so he could look up at Jack. Plus, it was an obvious sign of trust.
Jack shuddered at the feeling. Watchung Rhys closely before moving a hand down to start rubbing Rhys soft belly. "Hmm. A bit different than human skin, but that's to be expected."
Rhys would press into the touch. A soft sigh. Jack's hands were dry and rough against the soft belly. It felt weird, but his skin longed for something to touch it. It could never feel any better.
His hand spread out. Rubbing up and down his chest. Studying his body carefully with his eyes. And Rhys let out a soft whimper when Jack's fingers wrapped around his throat. His thumb feeling it for a moment.
Everything felt good. The only mistake in the touching was when Jack ran a hand over Rhys' gills. A loud yelp escaping him, arching his back and wiggling closer to Jack, moving away from his hand. "Got it. Don't touch the gills."
At first, Jack's hand didn't trail down onto the tail. Keeping to where the skin met scales. Fingers tracing how it all connected. Rhys found himself lost in the touching. His soft breathing eventually turning into soft, very light moans.
That's when Jack's hand ran further down. Cupping his hips and tracing the tail down. Scales sensitive to his rough hand. Jack smirked as Rhys pressed into his touch. Jack leaning over him.
"You're the best pet I could have. Sexy and almost good enough to fuck." Jack growled, causing Rhys to shudder. Pressing against him, and once again thinking about Jack's dick. Shuddering as he remembered his want for the man. "Mind if I really start looking over your body. "
Rhys nodded, pausing to try and grab Jack's hand, but he'd pull it away.
"Uh no Kitten. I'm touching you. Not the other way around."
Rhys just closed his eyes, dropping his arms back down his tail. Handsome Jack traced his thumb down the center of his tail. Pressing it down and dragging it down him. It was soothing. Relaxing for a few minutes, before suddenly the thumb glided over the sensitive slit on the front of the mermaid's tail. Causing Rhys to let out a soft moan.
A mischievous grin spread onto Jack's lips. His thumb tracing around the newfound hole. "What is this, kitten. " When Rhys didn't respond, Jack slowly slide to fingers inside of it. Tracing the lips of it.
Moaning more, though still soft and light, Rhys curled into Jack. His hands moving to grip onto his shirt. "You like that? I'm just wondering what it is."
He was whining as Jack slid his fingers into it more. Moving it around as if he'd struck gold. Only pausing as he finally his the treasure inside. "I see, this is where it is."
Rhys could feel himself hardening at Jack's touch. His dick inside the slit slowly beginning to poke out the head barely visible to the outside would.
And right away, Jack began to play with hit. Running his thumb over the slit of it. The sensation sending warm blasts through his body, pooling inside his stomach the more he touched him. At this point, Rhys was moaning louder, whining as he'd press into the touch.
More of him slowly began to slide out. Soon exposing his full length. Jack let out a soft cackle, his hand moving to softly squeeze it. "You do like this. But you're not very big."
Rhys whined. Wanting to explain, slightly embarrassed by the fact he wasn't as big as Jack.
"But that just makes you a lot easier to dominate, doesn't it kitten." Jack smirks as he'd start stroking the other man's member. Moving roughly as he'd kept teasing the squirming other. "You want me don't you? You want me to fuck you. "
Rhys moaned loudly, arching his back against Jack, taking in more of it as he kept going.
"Common kitten! Tell me you want it." It was a growl, the vibration of his voice hitting Rhys, slipping another whine out.
He didn't know how to say all of it in a way Jack would understand. He wanted him. He wanted to have that huge member of Jack's. Feel it pumping into his own body. The throbbing of it all. Increasing the pool in his stomach with great intensity. Finally whimpering a please.
Jack laughed as if that was good enough. Slowly rubbing Rhys harder. "I'd fuck you right now, but I didn't bring any condoms with me. So it'll have to wait."
Rhys whined more, feeling a cloudy sensation in his head. Suddenly all he cared about was Jack's hand. How it rubbed him. Damn how good it felt. And how close he was before Jack pulled his hand off.
"No!" Rhys whined, immediately moving to press against Jack, reaching for his hand in a flurry of need.
But he pulled his hand away more. Smirking as he watched Rhys whole body twist underneath him. "Ooh Kitten, you are horny aren't you?"
Jack was going to tease him more, but Rhys couldn't take it. He slammed his whole body against Jack. Pressing his hardened dick against Jack, vigorously thrusting against him for friction. Moaning loudly at how much he was getting mow.
Surprisingly, Jack didn't shove him away. Grabbing onto Rhys' waist as he'd continue to trust against him. Feeling as if he might explode if he couldn't finish. Louder moans escaping his lips.
A frenzy took over, he could feel the peak, it was so close. And Jack, Jack was close and he wasn't shoving him away. The mermaid began to thrust harder, moaning and begging for the friction to be enough.
Then it took him. His spine twitching as he felt the pool explode out of him. His head becoming fuzzy with an explosion of passion and endorphins. It the heat of the moment, he bit into Jack's shoulder. They both moaned. Thrusting against each other as he slowly came down from it all. Now he was just latched onto Jack. Tail pressed between his legs, and face pressed deep into his neck.
"Damn Kitten." Jack's breath was heavy, his hands gliding over the muscles in Rhys' back. "I didn't think you'd work so hard to finish." The human paused, moving to grab something from his pocket, moving it to cram into the soft flesh of Rhys' neck. But at this point, the creature hardly even cared. Just clung onto Jack, refusing to let him go.
"That's so I can understand what the fuck you're trying to tell me from now on." He mumbled, moving to start prying Rhys off. "Now you need to get back to your tank. And I need to get home."
Rhys let go, sinking into the water, taking the hint that it was time for Jack to leave. He watched from under the water as Jack rubbed the bite on his neck. "And you're lucky that felt good. Otherwise you'd be dead right now."
"Whatever," Rhys started, not even realizing his voice was coming out much clearer. "I know you won't kill me." But they both stared. Rhys confused, since he'd never been able to communicate so well.
"You're a snarky piece of shit." A shit eating Grin passed his lips as he backed away from the tank. "See you tomorrow Rhys. Can't wait to hear more from you."