Rhys found the communicator to be very strange. He really hadn't expected to be able to communicate so easily with Jack. But Rhys had picked up that Jack was not expecting this level of sass from him. Hell, Jack seemed amused and pissed all at the same time by it.
And even though Jack took the time every few days to come and pet Rhys, the days seemed to drag on. Longer and longer, always desiring the touches and closeness with something living.
One day, when Rhys was being mopey, Jack walked over to the glass, tapping on it to grab Rhys' attention. "Hay," he started, watching as Rhys swam up to the glass, "What the hell is your problem?"
Rhys rolled his eyes, pressing his palms to look out at him. "I told you already, it's lonely in here."
"Lonely? Hell, how much attention do you need Kitten?"
Rhys watched Jack, how the man stayed close to the glass. Rhys could almost touch him. "A lot. Back in the sea... I was never alone, I-"
"What? You were surrounded by other mermaids. Guards said they only saw you, so everyone figured you're kind was like loners of the sea or something."
Rhys shakes his head. "We always live in small colonies. We never have to sleep alone and -"
Jack didn't seem to be paying attention now. Nodding as he walked back over to the desk, grabbing the phone off the hook and softly talking into it.
"Rude." Rhys mumbled as he watched, irritated that Jack had seemed to just give up any interest. Though, as he continued to watch, Rhys realized he couldn't pick up most of the words Jack was saying over the phone. The speakers that lead into the cage never picking them up.
"So, did you have a lot of fishy friends down there?" Jack asked, glancing up from his phone for a moment to look back at Rhys. "Any you'd really like to see again?"
Rhys nodded and pressed his hands closer to the glass. "Yes... I miss Vaughn a lot."
Jack nods, looking over his phone again before adding on. "So, wanna tell me what this Vaughn of yours looked like?"
It was starting to feel like forever since Jack had touched him. Of course, it had only been a few days. Rhys often found himself wondering if Jack would ever touch him like that again.
It was true that he was a bit scolded for pouncing on Jack as he did. But honestly, there was no control at that point. Rhys had been so close when Jack had pulled away, and all he found himself wanting was to be pressed against him once more. Rhys had also been scolded for making a mess onto Jack, but as he found out the next day, Jack had found out it was easy to wash Rhys out of his clothes.
It was late at night when Rhys saw the small tunnel open up. Later than they'd ever been, especially since Jack had went home hours ago. Yet he slowly swam towards it, cautious at the fact Jack had never come in this late before.
When he finally emerged in the pool, he could already see Jack. The man dressed in his jeans and old Hyperion shirt once again. But this time, he was sitting on the edge of the pool, his legs tossed across the side, dipped into his water.
This was already a little strange. Jack almost never entered the water so soon, always reluctant and mistrusting of Rhys. Expecting him to drag him under the water or kill him. Yet here he was, legs already dipped in the water.
"Took ya long enough Kitten." Jack's voice slurred slightly. His mismatched eyes glued to the figure of Rhys in the water. "For a second, I thought you weren't comin'."
Rhys swam up to Jack's lap like he usually did in the pool. Waiting for the touching as he'd usually get when Jack was in the pool area. He tried to crawl across Jack's lap, startled when Jack grabbed him up, pulling more of him out of the water than Rhys was really comfortable with. And Rhys couldn't help notice there was an odd smell to Jack.
"You're so strange." Jack mumbled, and Rhys almost wondered if he was even talking to him. "You just love me touchin you." Jack wrapped his fingers around Rhys neck. It didn't hurt, but Rhys' reaction was to gently grab onto Jack's wrist, his fingers curling over the tattoo on the human's wrist. "And it's all so weird, I just want ta fuck ya. You know?"
Rhys shuddered at the thought. His tail twitching in the water as his eyes were glued to Jack. "Please." Was what he got out before Jack's fingers closed tighter around Rhys' throat.
"Please? You want it, man you're one of my favorites to just play with. It's almost as if you're always fucking horny." Jack's thumb traced down the center of Rhys' throat, putting enough pressure on it to send a sensation and a warning shooting across his body.
Jack scanned over him for a bit longer, watching with a smirk as Rhys squirmed in his hold. Those beautiful, cold eyes scanning over him, a devious grin spreading over his lips when his eyes settled on his lower half. But then Rhys was suddenly dropped back into the water. Looking up at Jack as the man stood up, leaving Rhys' area.
"But you know what the problem is? I have no fucking idea how to fuck you."
Rhys could only whine as a response, upset my both the comment and the gesture."Please Jack."
Rhys stared at him, wide eyed as Jack began to work at his pants. Popping the top open as he'd move to work at the zipper. There was already a bump in the layer of cloth underneath Jack's pants. And Rhys watched as he tug the pants off, tossing them to the side before sitting back on the edge of the pool.
There was definitely already a bulge in Jack's boxers. Rhys wondered if Jack had came here like that? Maybe that's why he was in here so late. But Rhys swam up to perch himself by Jack's crotch.
"You want this, don't you buddy? I remember when you saw me jerking off in my office. You sick little fuck, you wanted it, didn't you?"
Rhys nodded, laying his chin on Jack's thigh, watching his crotch with a close eye.
"Well, kitten, time for your wish to be granted." He'd say, and Rhys felt excitement bubble up in his chest as Jack's fingers moved. Opening the small slit in the boxers, just enough so his dick could spread out. Half hard as he got closer.
He couldn't help but a small squeal of joy. Ever since he'd seen how much bigger it was than any mermaid he'd ever seen, he'd decided that he really wanted it. But it still wasn't as big as it had been in the office, only a small bit away from that.
So, Rhys pressed his cheek against it, rubbing up against it slightly. He could feel it get hard in his hand. How it grew along with some soft moans from Jack's lips. Another happy sound escaped him as a hand reached down, dragging blunt nails through his hair.
"Yeah? You like it? It's a damn good one, isn't it?" Jack kept dragging his fingers through Rhys hair, watching him expectantly.
The mermaid wasn't exactly sure what to do with it. Jack obviously expected something from him first. He took a moment before he'd slide his tongue up the shaft. He felt Jack's fingers tighten in his hair, a moan escaping his lips as Jack rolled his head back. "That'a boy. Just like that."
The sounds Jack made made a hot feeling start to swirl in his chest. He let out an excited noise as he pressed forward. Lips wrapping around the head of the CEO's dick, the creature's tongue swirling around the head as he slowly began to suck on it.
"Damn! Common!" Jack moaned out, gripping onto Rhys hair as he tried to push him further down on it. "I need more than that!"
Rhys resisted the pull. Only sucking on the head. Not very sure what Jack wanted, but enjoying the sounds he was making as a result. He couldn't help the smirk that twisted on his lips around his dick. The sounds causing a hot pressure to build in his lower area.
"Dammit! You fucking tease!" Jack moaned out, his breath obviously desperate for more, yet Rhys wasn't exactly sure how to give it. He watched as Jack's hips twisted, trying to shove more of his dick into Rhys' mouth. Soft whines escaping his lips as he tried harder to get more in there.
But Rhys wouldn't give. Something inside of him enjoyed where this was going. How Jack seemed almost desperate for more. His breath getting caught in his throat, his nails dragging through Rhys' hair. He loved all of it.
Until Jack yanked him off. Rhys whined when he was forced off Jack's dick, mad that the little sounds had stopped and the salty taste of it was forced away. But his eyes widened when Jack dropped down into the pool, moving until his feet hit the bottom, water lapping at his chest and shirt.
"What are you doing?" Rhys squeaked, moving against the edge of the pool as Jack boxed him in. "You don't get inside the pool."
Jack huffs, moving one of his huge hands to pin Rhys against the side. "Well how else am I gonna fuck you cupcake. You won't blow me, so I'll Just have to find a way inside."
Rhys yelped when Jack bit into his neck. The humans flat teeth digging into his flesh, not yet breaking the skin. A loud whimper escaped him for a moment when he felt the dick brush up against him. Causing his own to finally spill from inside the hole in his body.
Excitement shot through his as Jack grinded against him. His dick roughly rubbing against the scales of his tail. He felt surrounded. Like Jack was the only thing that mattered. Like he was the only thing that was really there. A heat formed in his whole body, not just his lower half, but in his chest too. Causing his heart to race as he lunged forward, attempting to smash their lips together.
But Jack slammed him back against the wall before he could even get close. Avoiding the kiss. Rhys whimpered, but joy still bubbled around in him as Jack bit and sucked at his neck.
Suddenly, a loud shot of pleasure pulsed through Rhys' body. He pressed against it, the sensation coming from the fact that the long, pulsing dick had slid into the slit on Rhys' tail. Pressing into a hole below the mermaid's own member.
The noises that came out of him were unfamiliar. Loud moans of pure pleasure as he thrust his tail back up against him, desperate for more of it. The warm feeling had shot through him as Jack pressed deeper. Causing gasped, ragged breaths.
"I found out how to give you the best fuck ever, didn't I kitten?" Jack growled, before he roughly began to slam his hips against him. Taking his full length out before slamming it back into Rhys. Each motion shot another jolt of pleasure through him. Sending chills through his spine and a sensation he never experienced before.
It all felt good. The two of them pressing against each other, Jack moaning as he moved around in the tight area of Rhys. And a part of him never wanted it to stop.
When he hit his climax, he gasped, becoming light headed as his hands scrambled against Jack's back. Digging for some kind of hold as his body shook and felt as if he might lose it. A burning sensation all over, he finished so hard he barely knew what was going on, which way was up, how to even get back to the water. All he knew was that he wanted Jack forever.
Something warm spread inside him. Filling him as Jack finally pulled out, out of breath as he released Rhys fro. Against the wall. However all Rhys did was press against him. Burying his face into Jack's neck as the man began to pry him off. Tossing him back in the empty, cold water before climbing out of the pool.
"That was fun, Kitten." Jack breathed, tugging on his pants with a sly grin. "I can't wait for more."