Bright Star (6 page)

“Better people make love only to whom they feel a special bond with,” I say.

He relaxes suddenly. He smiles, even. “Oh. Then everything is clear. It’s only the special bond I have with you that makes me feel this way, right?”

This time it’s my turn to want to cry. “Do you feel a special bond with me?” I ask in a low voice.

His smile widens. He takes my wrists and massages them in his big hands. “Well, after nineteen years or so passed watching over you, I have no problem admitting I have a special bond with you, Prince.”

“But it was just your duty, right?” I ask, looking straight in his eyes.

He thinks about it. “Yes, it was my duty. But….”

He squeezes my hands, choosing his words carefully. “Although I’m devoted to you, there’s a point where duty ends and my will begins, and I chose you anyway. You are my special person. Yes, maybe it’s an obvious choice, but I’m proud of it, and it’s perhaps the only thing that allowed me to go on so far.”

Suddenly my heart leaps in my chest and I feel a strange pain, a regret for how I could be if I hadn’t wasted my life. But who am I kidding? I can’t blame my father or my family for my being in this situation. It’s only my fault. I was a despicable person. I, worthless son of a politician in decline, did nothing but solve my silly problems by jumping from one bed to another and drowning my senseless life in drugs. This clone is giving me a great lesson in nobility and courage. And I don’t deserve his love.

“Did I say something wrong?” he asks, brushing my hair back.

I shake my head. “Phae, I can do something for you, as a reward for your loyalty and devotion. If you want, I can teach you about making love.”

He winces and looks scared as hell. “I don’t need a reward!”

“I know, I know.” I stroke his chin. Suddenly he’s all I need now and I want him to say yes. Desperately. “It’s something I want to give to you, Phae.”

He starts to tremble again. “I don’t know if I can….”

I try to imagine how it would be, knowing nothing about sex and finding out suddenly. I can’t. I always knew about sex, even as a child. My parents were into a sort of new age sexual freedom, like all rich people on Earth.

“Let’s do it this way. I start to teach you something, and you can tell me to stop at any moment. Okay?”

He doesn’t know what to say. And I’m afraid of a rejection, so I kiss him. It’s a simple, small kiss on his closed lips, but he jumps up as if I hit him. He stares at me with big, dark eyes. All the stars in the open space above our heads seem to shine in them.

“That was a kiss,” I say, putting my arms around his neck. “Do you want to try it again?”

A groan escapes his mouth as he hugs me, his eyes shut. I don’t think he’s fully conscious. He covers my lips with small, tender kisses, and I smile under them. He’s one who learns immediately and willingly.

I fall on the cot, dragging him down with me. He barely notices, committed to covering my mouth and chin with pecks, making me giggle. My prick is getting hard for him, and his boner presses on my bare thigh through the thin fabric of his pants. I think this lesson will be very special for both of us.

All at once, the alien ship rises above us again, orbiting around this big wreck lost in space. My smile dies. The large shape darkens the starlight, obscuring us, like an omen. Phae doesn’t even notice it, completely absorbed by his new discovery.

I hope Phae is right in saying they’ll go away, because we can’t do anything but stay hidden, wait and see. I close my eyes, enjoying his naïve kisses for a little while, before teaching him some French.

I
BECOME
my mouth.

Prince’s lips are really as soft as they seemed. Savoring him has completely cleared my thoughts, even though deep down, very deep down, I’m incredulous Prince is really allowing me to do this. Sooner or later he’ll recover his sanity and will ask me to stop.

Prince holds my head firmly and opens his mouth.

Oh, Corp.

His tongue on mine. A warm, humid pleasure that wraps me. My head spins, my body melts down. The painful pressure of his thigh on my aching length becomes too much, and I moan in his mouth at the sudden, unexpected release.

I spurt in my pants.

What a shame.

I shut my eyes and brace myself, waiting for his disgusted rejection, but instead he giggles and rubs his bare thigh against the wet spot on my pants. “Holy crap! You were really revved up!”

Sometimes I think he doesn’t talk like a prince.

He chuckles at my flushed face and kisses me again, his tongue searching for mine impudently. My length perks up anew, despite the recent unsatisfactory release.

He allows me to do it again. I’m stunned. This kind of kiss is very intimate. I can explore the inside of his mouth, breathe his breath, suck his lips, taste his flavor. This simple act creates a strong bond between us, and I am movingly grateful toward Prince. Our tongues follow one another until I feel like drowning in him. Then he breaks away, catching his breath, leaving me confused and happy.

Prince brushes his hair away with an impatient gesture and inspects me. His face is sweaty, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes deep and warm and challenging. “You can use your mouth on my body, wherever you prefer.”

I swallow hard. “Wherever?”

A little, naughty smile. “Yes. Wherever.”

I prop on my elbow and consider the proposal.

He lies on the cot next to me, naked. He turns on his back and opens his arms, and even his legs a little, for me to watch him. His white skin glows in the dim starlight, and my breath fails.

I know him; he’s the same as ever, yet so different, so alive. His skin is so smooth, so vibrant and promising that my palms tingle with the desire to touch him. I can’t believe I am finally allowed to do it. I’ve wanted this for so long that now I feel like crying.

I don’t know where to start. My gaze lingers upon his body and slides down for a moment. His length—Prince called that part “cock”—is hard, wet on the tip, but I blush and look away. I don’t feel like dealing with the parts of his body invisible through the sarcophagus glass. Yet.

Instead, I want to express my devotion to one of the places I always longed for. The hollow between his collarbones. I lean and let my lips approach the sweet depression.

I always observed Prince in awe, but Corp, I never
smelled
him. I didn’t suspect he emanated such an intoxicating scent. As my mouth comes in contact with his skin, I close my eyes. Just beneath my lips, his heartbeat races.

At the touch, Prince holds his breath, and his skin covers in little bumps. Incredible. It happens to him too. He shivers exactly like me.

Without breaking the contact, I shift down to the middle of his chest, where I find a few drops of salty sweat to lick away. Prince’s indefinable scent makes me think of forgotten things of Earth, the way Blasius’s eyes became melancholy and distant when he thought of the lost planet. Prince smells of mysterious, lost treasures unexpectedly at your fingertips. I dare to climb toward his nipple, and I open my eyes to look up at him for approval.

Prince twists his mouth in a naughty, encouraging smile.

So I close my lips around the little prominence, suddenly a hard dot. Prince moans and rubs his fingers on the back of my head. A row of sparks runs down my spine and my cock grows fully hard again.

I seem to understand one of the secrets of this making love—Prince’s reaction is at least half the pleasure. I shift to the other nipple and Prince squirms under me. The way he sighs, closing his eyes and sinking his nails into my neck, turns my body into something liquid, but my cock, hard as steel.

Maybe another of the secrets of lovemaking is that everything around us disappears. Only the two of us exist. This abandoned spaceship, the danger we are running from, aliens—everything fades into the background. I’m experiencing a dramatic change of perspective. Nothing matters except Prince and the way he reacts to my touch. This is true for the past as well as for the future. It doesn’t seem so bad having spent a lifetime alone on this abandoned spaceship, if this is the reward. I don’t even care about an uncertain future. The only thing that matters in my own universe is having him here and now.

“Down,” Prince whispers, his eyes shut. He’s relaxed, but his tone implies some urgency, as does the way his fingernails scratch the skin at the nape of my neck. I obey.

I go down, my lips sliding on his soft skin, until I reach his navel. I explore the little cave with my tongue. Yeah, salted and scented. I follow a trail of hairs—pale and almost invisible—from his navel to his groin. Then I stop. I know I have to kiss his cock, but I don’t know how to do it.

Prince opens his eyes to investigate my hesitation. “You okay?”

“I have never felt better than this. But….”

He rises on his elbow and stares at me. “You want me to do it to you?” he asks, a hint of a smile lingering in the dimples at the corners of his mouth.

Oh, shit. The thought of him kissing my cock makes me dizzy. “No, I can do it.”

He giggles at my scared face. “You just have to rely on your instincts. You aren’t doing bad.”

Okay. I gather my courage.

Prince’s cock is more graceful than mine, but surprisingly large for him, as he is so small and thin. I always wanted to know the texture of the golden curls surrounding it. I sink my fingers in them. Silk. I knew it.

“Oh, shit,” Prince says with a hint of discomfort.

I look up at his face. His cheeks are a little flushed.

“I’m sorry,” he explains. “I woke up from that forced nap hairy like a monkey.”

I don’t understand why he has to apologize. “Did I do something wrong?”

Prince shakes his head sharply. “There are no rules. You have to do what you like and don’t do what you find disgusting.”

“Disgusting?” I say after a pause. It isn’t a word that, in my opinion, applies to Prince.

Prince holds back a laugh. “Let’s make a pact, Phae. I know you are devoted to me, but if I ask you to do something you don’t like, you have to tell me.”

I wrap a curl of his hair around my finger. “I don’t feel disgusted.” I lean down to sniff his groin. “No. Definitely.”

He falls on the cot, giggling under his breath. As I take his length in my hand, his chuckles turn into a moan.

I’m amazed. Prince’s cock is exactly like mine, and yet it’s strange in my hand, hard but delicate and pulsing. I stroke it gently. Slowly, for fear of hurting him, I pull down the skin to discover the humid tip.

Prince’s breathing becomes broken. “Shit, Phae, do it!”

Of course I can’t disappoint him. I taste him. I lick away the salted liquid on the crown. I nibble all along his shaft. In a frenzy, I rub my face on his balls and on the inner part of his white thighs, then come back all the way up to the tip. As I take the silky head of his cock inside my mouth, Prince groans and arches his back. I open my eyes wide in amazement as he starts to burst in my mouth and on my face.

Honestly, I didn’t think it happened to him too. Prince reaches his pleasure exactly like me. His pale liquid spurts upon my lips and chin and inside my mouth. A salted invasion. I shift my gaze to Prince’s sweaty face, astonished. At the sight of his eyes shut, of his lips parted and hair glued to his flushed cheeks, a pang of desire slices through my belly and I have to reach down for my own cock.

I moan. Prince opens his eyes wide and shouts, “Don’t you dare, your dick is mine!”

Before I realize what’s happening, Prince rolls onto his side and abruptly pulls down the elastic band of my pants. My cock is so hard that it slaps on my belly with a damp sound.

“Oh, shit, thanks!” Prince moans, and then I witness without words, him, my Prince, swallowing my whole shaft into his throat, regardless of my previous release still smearing it.

The pleasure grabs me so abruptly I’m sure I’m going to die. I shout and writhe on the cot as I burst deep inside my Prince’s mouth. It’s so intense, so overwhelming it almost hurts. Everything around me becomes black and buzzing, and in my head constellations and galaxies explode.

I spiral down.

“S
HIT
. P
HAE
?
Are you alive?”

Prince pats my face with his palm. “Oh my god. Have I killed you?”

His concern brings me back abruptly. I open my eyes.

“Fuck.” He sighs in relief. “I thought I killed you.” Prince takes my chin and turns my head to study my eyes. “I’m sorry, Phae.”

“Sorry…?” I manage.

“You okay?”

I nod. I’m fine, although a little confused. I am amazed to still be here, in this… how did Prince call it? Yes, in this crappy place. I thought I was drifting in Outside. “Yes,” I say, as a stupid grin lights up on my face. “Did you swallow all my… my….”

“Shit. I should have been gentle with you.” Prince strokes my cheek with his knuckles. “I couldn’t resist. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not so sorry.”

He bursts into a short, bubbly laugh. “Yes, I suppose.” He sighs and snuggles up to me on the small cot. “Can you do a little thing for me? Can you hug me?”

I rush to please him. I hold him tight in my arms as he nestles against me and slips a leg between my thighs. He locks his eyes with mine. He chuckles, and I chuckle back, still dazed.

“So how about your first time?” Prince asks sleepily.

I search for the right word. “Annihilating.”

He grins. “And we haven’t finished yet.”

At my worried expression, Prince bursts out in a deep laugh. I open my eyes wide, marveling. I didn’t think adults could laugh that way. “It was only foreplay,” Prince says, fits of laughter still shaking him.

“Yet I almost died,” I comment, and he bursts out again.

I’m stunned. His laugh is magical, contagious. I join him, sniggering under my breath. Then Alien Ship rises again, obscuring the stars, drawing a dark shadow on our bodies, and we fall silent.

Prince turns sad. He shuts his eyes and shivers, snuggling closer, and I sense he’s pushing away bad memories. I massage his back, placing my lips on the scented point where his hair begins.