Saying Goodbye to Aaden, Again
Anar, Yavar 20, 01028
I swore and rolled over, reaching out to touch the bar of the alarm clock. It wasn’t enough that I had the alarm ringer itself firmly embedded in my skull– I had to physically place the disable bar at some distance from me or I’d never get up out of bed. I tried to keep my thoughts to myself as I rose. I looked across the bed and saw P’nyssa getting up as well, looking at me through blinking, bleary eyes. Good morning she ‘pathed at me quietly.
I nodded and slid out of bed. My feet hit the floor with a thunk. She beat me to the bathroom. I waited my turn to relieve my bladder, following the trail she had blazed into the shower. She was already half-soaped when I reached her. “Good morning,” I groaned. “Ready?”
“No,” she sighed. “I’ve only been home three weeks. I don’t want to go back into space.”
“You and me both. It’s for a good cause. Hopefully, this will be the last time.”
“For me,” she said. “At least for a while.”
“Not even come with me to Earth?”
“That’s not space travel. That’s a drive in the country.”
I laughed. “Here, let me help you with that.” I poured some soap into my hands and washed her back, digging in deep under her lovely indigo-blue fur. She murred softly at my touch as I massaged her shoulders and worked my way down her back. As I knelt to concentrate on her lovely ass, I heard the click of the shower door opening and looked up just in time to see Aaden standing there.
He chuckled. “Such a nice place to find you, Ken. On your knees.”
“Just doin’ my job,” I said, working my way down P’nyssa’s legs. Aaden maneuvered around us to get himself under the shower massager, allowing the water to hit him solidly and get his fur wet. “I suppose you’ll want me to do you next.”
“It would be nice,” he commented. I stood up and proceeded to wash him as well. I took his front as P’nyssa did his back. I admired his lovely physique, his large pectoral muscles, his firm belly. “You’ve been hitting the gym pretty hard since we got home.”
“I got lazy in space,” he said, growling the words slightly. “I feel like I’m going soft.”
“Yes, and Hell’s network might freeze someday,” P’nyssa chuckled. “You worry too much about the weirdest things, Aaden.”
I knelt down to take care of Aaden’s legs– and his crotch. His cock twitched slightly as I stroked it, cleaned it. I was very careful, delicately pulling on the skin of his sheath to get underneath. The water ran down his fur in liquid sheets that pulled the soap away as fast as I could apply it. His cock hardened from the attention.
I couldn’t resist. I kissed the head of his cock. Aaden responded with a grin and the touch of his hand behind my head. He led me back to his cock. I had just wanted to give him a kiss. He wanted more.
I opened my mouth to take his cock and felt the satiny head press against my lips. That touch, that single touch, is what always drive me insane. That makes me want more and more of him, so much of him I can’t stand it, I feel I may explode if I don’t have him. The head of his cock passed my lips and pressed against the roof of my mouth. I pressed my tongue to the underside. It let me feel him, get a sense of the mass of this gorgeous cock.
His cock slid to the back of my mouth. And then it slid deeper. I felt its still semi-soft mass ease down into my throat. His cock hardened as it slid in deeper until my nose was buried in his belly and I could feel his delicate fur tickling my nose. I reached with both hands to grab his ass and hold us both there. I was choking– no, technically, I was suffocating on the mass of his cock. I didn’t want to let go. I had to be away from him for another eight months– I wanted this moment to go on forever. I could feel my lungs burning. The spray from the shower was striking my closed eyelids. I was getting dizzy, and I didn’t care. Aaden finally grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me off of his cock.
The steamy air hit my lungs like a blast from a furnace. I gasped for it, though, needed it to go on. I stood up shakily and grabbed him. His eyes registered surprise– I’m not usually so forceful first thing in the morning– and I didn’t see what they registered next as I kissed him, hard, forcing my tongue into his mouth to touch his teeth. He growled softly. I felt P’nyssa’s mitten upon my balls, caressing my sac for a moment before she wrapped her strong mitt around my cock and stroked me to full hardness.
I broke the kiss long enough to tell him, “I’m going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you too. I wish you didn’t have to go.”
I looked away before answering him. “You know how it is. I understand why you’re not going.” My hands continued to caress his shaft. For some reason I didn’t want to look at him. I felt… ashamed. Like I was betraying him or something by leaving him again.
His hands took me by the cheeks and forced me to look at him. In his glittery black eyes I saw worry… and love. “I love you,” he said. “I will miss you. You’ll come back.”
“I know,” I said, and then kissed him.
This time he responded with a whimper of lust. The soft noise surprised me, as did the feel of his arms around me, holding me tight, fueling my own desire. P’nyssa had been silent throughout our little exchange, but now she hovered around us. I felt her place one mitten on my cock, felt the other mitten cover my hand as I stroked Aaden’s cock.
Aaden reached up and turned the dial to steam. The shower filled with obscuring white clouds. “There. Now I don’t have to stand in the spray to stay warm.”
I chuckled. “You need warming up?”
“I think you do,” he said. His hands were all over my chest, touching, tugging at my nipples. “Oh!”
“P’nyssa…” he gasped. I looked around back to see P’nyssa had resumed her earlier position, playing with his ass. I took the opportune distraction to kneel in front of him again and take his cock into my mouth. It had softened in the intervention, but I soon had it back to roaring, mouth-stretching hardness. I bobbed my head back and forth on the meaty mass of his cock. I felt his hands on the top of my head, and his hips began to swing back and forth in rhythm to my own sucking. His hands guided me, guided my mouth around his shaft, forced me to take him in. Not that he had to make me do anything. I wanted his cock. I always want his cock.
My fingers and P’nyssa’s vied for the attention of his balls. Thumbs, fingers, mittens caressed his scrotum and tickled his perineum as he got hotter. His hips were bucking. I knew he didn’t want to move away from P’nyssa’s mouth any more than he wanted to hold still and not thrust into me.
He couldn’t help himself either way. We played him. Even though my head swam with real love and raw lust, I knew that P’nyssa and I controlled him. I reached between his legs and played with her fur-covered breasts. My fingertips lightly brushed her nipples and played with her soft heaviness. I adored her. I adored him. My head moved of its own accord, taking him deep down my throat and then almost all the way out. The flare of his cockhead brushed against my teeth with each movement.
He growled something incoherent. He closed in on coming. I could feel it in his legs, in the way they quivered, needed to release. His hands twitched uncontrollably and he didn’t know what to do with them. His body trembled. He let go a high-pitched plaint of need. My mouth ached. His cock thrust in and out mindlessly, and then he came.
His shout was a crescendo, a symphony of pleasure. His cock pulsed thick jets of come down my throat and I greedily accepted every drop of him into my body. I couldn’t imagine loving him more, wanting him more, than I did right then.
He collapsed slowly to the floor. P’nyssa and I grabbed him and led him down, slowly, getting him into a sitting position. The three of us sat on the floor of the large showerstall and smiled at one another. He shook his head to clear it, then looked over at her, then at me. “I’m going to miss you guys.”
She laughed. “Come on. There are plenty of guys chasing after you.”
“But there’s nobody like you two,” he said. “Really.”
I touched his chest, feeling his heart pounding under his fur as he recovered. “And there’s nobody like you, Aaden. We’ll look forward every day to the time we come home.”
“And I’ll be waiting. Even with my playthings.”
I chuckled and kissed him. He gathered up P’nyssa into his arms and kissed her as well. “I love you, P’nyssa.”
She giggled. “Even if you don’t lust after me?”
“Even then,” he agreed, kissing her again. “Come on, let’s not make you late for embarking.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed. We finished showering, dressed, and made our way to Pindam.
“Ken!” I heard the voice from ahead of me and saw people lining up to board the Handele once more.
“Hullo, Fezzik. Going back with us?”
“Wouldn’t miss this one for the whole Earth. Although I understand we have that, too.”
I nodded. “More excitement couldn’t be found in a war.” I winked at her. “Are our charges on board?”
“Yes. Baker is watching them right now.” She reached out for my hands, took them without asking. “I wanted to thank you for doing the right thing and agreeing to revive them.”
“Both had their benefits and complications. Both worked.” I kissed her cheek gently and without suggestion. “It’s nice to have moral anchors some times.” She looked puzzled, as if she didn’t understand the phrase. It didn’t matter. She didn’t need to.
“Ken!” Another voice rang out from among the crowd of people, this one higher-pitched and louder.
“Hi, Tylia. Come to see us off?”
She nodded. “Didn’t want to miss last good-byes. And thank you, Ken. Doc Baler gave me a ton of stuff to study. I’m supposed to have a lot done by the time you guys get back. Don’t take too long!”
“Welcome to Alpha. You’ll be spending the better part of most days working,” I pointed out. “Is that what you want?”
“If it’s working on them, yes!”
“Good. Oh! Tylia Meffern, meet Fezzik.”
Tylia looked up at the Felinzi engineer. “You’re the one who saved them! That was excellent work!”
“Thank you,” Fezzik said. “I take it you’re part of Alpha?”
“Beginning student,” I said. “Very bright.”
“Must be,” Fezzik said, her voice sounding unconvinced. “So, let’s board.”
“Wait,” I said, turning around to the two members of my family who had come to see me off again. I hugged Aaden and M’Ress goodbye. “Don’t let the others forget us.”
“We won’t,” M’Ress promised. “I’ll keep your bed warm.”
“One of you will,” I chuckled. “One at a time.”
“Indeed,” Aaden commented, kissing me farewell. “Take care.”