Bright Star (7 page)

“We still have time, Phae,” he says in a forcibly cheerful tone. “Apparently they haven’t finished snooping around yet.”

Yeah. I wish I could do something, maybe deal with the aliens and fight them back to defend Prince, but what the hell can I do against those monstrous things? A lump of anger and impotence closes my throat.

Prince rises up on his elbow. “Hey. One isn’t supposed to be sad during his first time.”

I force myself to smile.

Prince narrows his eyes and looks at me naughtily. “My mouth isn’t the only place you have to slip your cock into.”

Again, he bursts out laughing at my stunned, confused face. I’m bewildered. No. He’s joking. He can’t mean what I think.

“Yes, yes, you guessed right,” he says, wiping his eyes. “You have to put it in my ass.”

Slowly, my face catches on fire. “You are kidding me.”

He shakes his head rapidly, still giggling. “No. I swear.” Then he stops, suddenly serious. “How do you feel at the thought? Disgusted?”

Absurd. He’s kidding me. The thing he has just described is impossible.

I think about putting my cock in the place he mentioned. And, surprisingly, said cock fills and presses against Prince’s belly.

He squirms close up to me. “Wow. This is an answer!”

“You are making fun of me,” I say, confused. “You don’t make love this way on Earth.”

He chuckles. “Everyone makes love this way on Earth, believe me.”

“You did it?” I ask, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

“You bet!” He grins. “I’m not so virgin as my future husband thinks. Not at all.”

I frown. I’m not sure I understand. “But it’s not… painful?”

“A little, but only the first few times, I suppose. During my first time, I was too drunk to—”

Prince closes his eyes, probably struggling to drive away the memory. “Okay.” He sighs. “Sorry, Phae. I’m going too fast. I know this. I know you need time, but….” He shrugs.

I know what he means. I need time to learn to make love properly, but we have no time.

I hug him and search for his gaze. “Teach me.”

He narrows his eyes, a smile lingering on his closed lips. “Sure?”

I nod. “Sure.”

The aliens could find us and kill us, or leave and destroy Ship at any moment.

What have I got to lose?

O
H
,
HE
’
S
my wet dream.

Tall, perfect, and handsome, my guardian angel is eager to satisfy me and has no pretensions; he’s completely unaware of all the complications of sex. He’s also really frustrated and worships my body.

What else could I wish for?

Still, I can’t help but worry about him. Maybe I’m traumatizing him? This is his first time, after all.

All I can remember about my first time is that I woke up in a strange place, alone, dirty, and sore, not sure of how many people had actually abused me. From then on, I continued that way, hurting myself in every possible manner, waking morning after morning in unknown beds, having to suffer through terrible hangovers, humiliating and mistreating this useless, meaningless body that my guardian loves so much. He can’t imagine. No, he doesn’t have the slightest idea.

Suddenly I am grateful for the purification of ninety-four—my god,
ninety-four!—
years of suspended animation. Maybe it’s what I deserved. Maybe it’s the only thing that now makes me worthy of him.

I realize this is the first time I am really enjoying sex.

My whole sex life is a vague dream, unreal due to the synthetic drugs, as widespread on Earth as drinks at parties. My experience is dotted with strangers. Of course, I never cared about my casual partners as much as I care about Phae.

He respects me.

But it’s not only that.
I
also respect him and want to please him and don’t want to hurt him. I, the capricious, immature, superficial son of a rich and powerful politician. I used to be totally unable to deal with feelings, and now I am worried about him.

“If you did this thing,” he says, “this practice….”

“You mean anal sex?”

He flushes comically. “If you really did it, it was with a special person you had on Earth. You said people make love only to those whom they feel a special bond with.”

I sigh.

Phae brushes my hair back. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

I realize I can’t lie to him. I could tell him anything about me, let him believe that I am the prince he imagines, but I can’t. I just can’t. The suspended animation prevents me. Having suffered something so terrible makes me completely unable to deceive and cause someone else’s suffering.

“No, I had no one special, Phae. I had casual sex with people because I was sad and lonely. I suppose I wasn’t a great person.”

I blush, expecting his contempt, but there is nothing bad in his eyes. He’s just amazed. He still thinks I am the most beautiful thing in this damn existence.

“Why were you sad? I mean, how can you be sad on Earth? It’s a nice place, full of nice things. Right?”

“Earth is a beautiful place,” I say, my voice a little shaky. “But it’s also a terrible place. And there are many people, yes, but even in the midst of so many people, you can feel alone like you’re in a desert. And you can’t find someone special, someone who saves you from that emptiness, if you can’t find even yourself.”

Phae strokes my hair. “I’m not sure I understand, but I think I was lucky to have my special one here with me.”

The ease with which he expresses his feelings kills me a little. A lump grows in my throat and almost chokes me.

Phae frowns. “I made you sad again. I’m an idiot.”

I shake my head. “You aren’t an idiot. Listen, Phae. Maybe I need a favor from you, when I’m done teaching you making love.”

“No problem.” He smiles. “You are my Prince. Happy to.”

“Later I’ll explain. Now we have to continue the lesson.”

The anxiety on his face makes me smile, and his steel-hard shaft pressed on my belly excites me. He swallows noisily.

“You do trust me, right?” I ask.

Not even the slightest hesitation. “Sure.”

I put my hand on his cheek. “I promise you’ll enjoy the thing I’m going to teach you a lot. I know it may seem disgusting, but it’s sweet and it’s a great way to feel the two of us connected.”

He nods, but with my chatting I only get him more confused. I sigh. “Our first problem is lubrication. Let me think. We could use saliva.”

He simply looks at me, confident in me.

“I could lick your dick,” I explain, “and then—”

“Sorry, but….” He blinks, still looking a little upset. “But if you do this, you won’t have the opportunity to teach me much more.”

True. I can’t help but chuckle under my breath. I gave him a blow job and he fainted. It could happen again.

“So,
you
could lick it, but….”

His eyes widen. “Licking at your….”

I choke back another giggle. “Yes.”

He stares at me a bit suspiciously. Maybe he still thinks I’m kidding him.

“Never mind,” I say, shrugging. “A lot of people don’t like licking at that place.”

“But do
you
like it?”

Again he’s treating me as if I’m the most important person in the universe. It’s nice, to be so important to someone.

I put my arms around his neck and narrow my eyes to study his reaction. “Yes, I like it,” I admit. I can’t lie, right? “I like it a lot. To tell you the truth, I always dreamed of someone licking passionately at my ass, but no one has ever done this to me.”

At least not while I was conscious enough to realize it, but I keep this to myself.

He blushes, his eyes sparkling. I know I could ask anything of him. Even to walk naked outside in the void, saying it’s the last fashion involving sexual intercourse on Earth. “Okay. No problem. I’ll do it.”

I feel a little guilty, and my face is hot as he goes down and covers my belly with little kisses, until my cock hardens for him. He doesn’t deserve to be my sex toy. He deserves respect.

He puts my leg up on his shoulder and rubs his face on the inside of my thigh, then on my balls, making me squirm. I guess I’m terribly hairy down there. My face is catching fire. “Phae, I was kidding you. You don’t need to do this if it doesn’t….”

His warm, rough tongue attempts a little caress upon my hole and my body writhes against my will. I gasp and bite my lip.

“Prince?” he calls, his warm breath on my humid opening.

“Yes?” I say hoarsely.

His tone is marveling. “I think I like it a lot.”

Slowly, I grin at the ceiling. “In that case, everything is all right….”

I
CAN
’
T
believe Prince has granted me, his humble servant, access to his most secret place.

I kiss his dimpled opening in awe, then explore it with my tongue. I didn’t believe this part of the human body could be so attractive. And Prince’s reaction is stunning. He squirms, trembles, and moans at every caress of my tongue.

I can’t believe I’m so lucky.

I accept this gift with gratitude and enthusiasm. Prince’s response sets me on fire. He shivers, opens his legs, moves his hips, and asks me to do it again, again, again, even though I never stop. His eyes are shut, his lips parted, his face covered in sweat, his cock hard and wet. I never imagined anything so mind-blowingly exciting.

I’m confident Prince will provide more instruction when the time comes. Indeed, he rises on his elbow and looks at me with hooded eyes, hair glued to his flushed cheeks. “You have to shove a finger inside, Phae.”

It’s almost an order. I touch his hole with the tip of my finger, but it’s tight. “Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt you?”

“Do it!”

I try. But the fear of hurting him makes me awkward. Almost with impatience, Prince reaches out and slips two of his fingers in his entrance. The vision of his own digits disappearing inside his body sends a pang down my belly, and my cock starts to ache. “Do it,” Prince repeats, falling back on the cot. Then, in a caressing tone, “I want to feel your fingers inside, Phae.”

Almost blind, incoherent, I do what he wants. I slip a finger inside his opening, and I’m stunned by the way the warm and soft ring wraps strongly around it.

The desire to possess this secret aperture overwhelms me. I pull back my digit and lick it again. Now his muscles are a little open and my tongue can slip inside. I never, ever thought I could enjoy such a thing.

“Please, Phae,” Prince moans.

I don’t know exactly what I have to do. That is, I know, but it seems incredible. My finger is way smaller than my cock. I try with two digits. His body accepts them greedily to my knuckles.

“Phae, it’s okay, now you can do it.”

My fingers still inside, I crawl up and cover his body with mine, resting on one elbow, until I can look him in his eyes. “I don’t know how to….”

Prince gets rid of my fingers, pulling them out of his hole with one hand, grabs my cock with his other hand, and puts the tip against his entrance. I hold my breath, and I have to bite my lips to avoid a scream as Prince rubs my wet crown against his opening to improve lubrication.

“Oh, Phae.” Prince wraps his thighs around my hips, and his arms slip around my shoulders. His fingertips, smeared with fluids and saliva, caress the back of my neck as we look each other in the eyes. My heart races like crazy.

“Do it, Phae. Push.”

Now I understand what he meant when he said this act could bond us. Not even in my wildest dreams did I imagine we could be so totally, thoroughly close. Almost like one. I feel like I’ve lived only for this moment. This single instant is worth my whole life.

I push.

Incredible. My body knows what to do.

Prince opens for me, making me gasp in wonder. My cock slips inside my Prince’s channel; his tight, warm, soft opening wraps my cock like… shit, I have no words to describe this kind of intimacy. At the same time, Prince glues his mouth to mine, and his tongue slips inside me like my length is inching inside him. I see the meaning of our lives. I drift in Outside, among all the constellations and the wonders of space-time. I can’t help it. Shivers start to hit my spine, and I begin to burst in pleasure even before I’m all the way inside.

“Yes, come inside me,” Prince moans against my lips. “Fill me.”

I do it. I lose control of myself and fill him. Maybe I scream. I can’t imagine anything more intimate; my release flows inside, deep in his body. I become him and he becomes me. I see what he suffered on Earth. The loneliness. The wrong ways he walked, the choices he missed. Only to be loved by someone. That someone is me, and I will protect him and treasure him forever.

I fall over him, spent. “I love you, my Prince.”

He jolts and opens his eyes wide in wonder. “This is what I wanted to ask you! I wanted you to say it, because no one said it to me, ever.”

I smile. My eyes closed, I whisper in his ear, “I love you. You’ll never be alone anymore. You couldn’t. My love will be with you all your life, Prince. I give it all to you.”

He remains silent. When I open my eyes, he’s crying.

N
OT
ONLY
does he say exactly what I wanted to hear, but he really believes it. He really loves me. And he doesn’t ask anything back. He doesn’t ask me to reciprocate.

I wish we could remain this way forever, him inside me, spent, lying on me and holding me tight, saying I’m his Prince, his loved one. No one has ever done this. No one cared about me, loved me, or treasured me. His affection is going to change my whole life.

The alien ship rolls above us again, obscuring the stars. For all the time of its orbit, I squeeze my eyes closed.

“Please, Phae, kiss me.”

He does. He covers my face with little kisses, wiping away my tears.

“I’m sorry,” he says in the end. “I know I didn’t make this anal sex properly. And I made you sad again.”

“No, Phae,” I say, stroking his chin. “I cry because I enjoyed it so much.”