Draxl: Apocalyptic Himbos, page 2
"Thanks, guys. But I am happy. I'm perfectly fine being single."
My head shakes involuntarily. Even three hundred years into the past, a lie still sounds like a lie.
"I have so many great things in my life," Burleigh continues. "I have my job which I love. I have you guys who I love most of the time. And I have a new magic vibrator that my prostate really loves."
My eyebrows shoot up. Now there's a visual I'm immediately uploading to my memory bank.
"Counterpoint. You don't have a relationship" one of the guys says.
"Counterpoint to your counterpoint, maybe I don't want a relationship. I'm Mr. Independent, remember? There's only one person I can truly rely on." He pauses for a second before jabbing at his chest. "Me. I can buy my own damn flowers. I don't need anyone."
An awkward silence follows, which Burleigh fills with, "Besides, I spend all my time looking after you idiots. I wouldn't even have the time for a boyfriend in between all your crises."
One of them scoffs. "You make it sound like you're our babysitter."
"Says the guy who called me at 2am last night freaking out because you thought your big left toe was fractionally bigger than your big right toe."
The guy clears his throat and looks at the ground. "Thanks for talking me through it."
"No problem. REM sleep is way overrated." Burleigh chuckles. "Anyway, I need a drink. Can you boneheads stay out of trouble while I'm gone?"
No one answers him.
Burleigh chuckles again and sets off anyway, heading for the bar. I waste no time following, ensuring I stay a few paces behind him. He's wearing a pair of tight dark jeans. My gaze catches on his ass. His very pert, very round ass. Mmm.
My arousal continues to spike, fogging up my mind because I should be thinking about what to say to him once we get to the bar, and yet…I'm totally fixated, checking out his very delectable butt.
Gods, this arousal thing really messes with a guy's cognitive functions.
Burleigh reaches the bar and flags down a barman.
"What can I get you?"
"Gin and tonic, thanks."
I sidle up on his left and act like I'm any other normal guy waiting to be served. He doesn't need to know that future-humans don't consume food or liquid.
"Thanks," he says to the barman when he slides a glass across the counter to him.
I'm staring straight ahead, trying to be as inconspicuous as a seven-foot dude can be, but the instant Burleigh turns his head and looks at me, I can feel it. His gaze is thick and hot, causing my vitals to soar even higher.
After perusing me for a few moments, he speaks. "Nice getup." My scales twitch at the compliment, and he notices. "Whoa, and they move, too."
I swallow and turn my head slowly. His blue-green eyes are aimed right at me, and I suddenly feel like I'm standing under a giant spotlight. No one's ever looked at me like this before. His gaze is deep, penetrating, like he's looking straight into my soul, like he's seeing every part of me.
"Thank you." The words come out hoarse. My mouth has gone dry so my scales skitter along my forearms to replenish me.
While that happens, I take advantage of my proximity to him, soaking in the details of Burleigh's features. His eyes aren't just a majestic dual color, they're also warm and friendly. His skin is smooth and nicely tanned, and his lips look so soft, so…inviting.
I've never tasted lips before, but his? It's like they're calling out to me.
I discreetly check my arousal vitals. They've hit 38%.
He takes a sip of his drink, then lifts his eyes to meet mine. "I don't recognize you. You're not a model, are you?"
"No, I'm not."
"Are you a manager, then? Media?"
I clear my throat. "No and no."
His eyes narrow a fraction, and then he shrugs when I say nothing else. "Mystery man. Fine. I can work with that. Do you have a name I can google later?"
My blood freezes, but I quickly remind myself that I've obviously jumped back to a time when Google was considered a helpful service to humanity…and not the beginning of the end.
"Name's Draxl," I answer, not bothering to generate a fake name like I have on previous missions.
He smiles, stretching those pillowy lips wide, revealing two rows of bright-white teeth. "Nice to meet you, Draxl."
My vitals spike another ten percent the moment my name leaves his mouth.
"I'm Burleigh." He waits, his eyes lingering on me. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"
"Excuse me?"
He pushes his drink away and leans toward me. "You were standing next to us earlier, trying to make it look like you weren't eavesdropping."
"No I wasn't," I lie.
Burleigh lets out a small laugh, and the sweet sound tinkles in the air between us. "Dude, you're at least seven-foot tall. You're kinda impossible to miss."
"I, uh…" My cognitive function has completely deserted me. Great. What am I supposed to say now?
"It's okay," Burleigh tells me, with a sigh. "I'm used to it. Happens all the time. Which of the Fab Five are you interested in?"
I frown. "Fab Five?"
"Yeah." Burleigh looks over at the group of guys he was with and then back to me. "They're only the hottest male supermodels on the planet…"
He goes on about all sorts of awards and accolades they've won, how the media have dubbed them the 'Fab Five,' how they're constantly topping Hottest Models lists, but the information flies in one ear and right out the other.
"Burleigh," I interrupt him mid-sentence.
"Yes?" He stops talking, his eyelids fluttering as he peers up at me with those two swirling pools.
"I don't care about them. I'm interested in you."
His face goes through a series of small contortions, finally settling into a one-eyed brow lift.
"You are?" he asks, and I pick up on the note of suspicion in his tone.
How can he doubt me? He's the most beguiling person I've ever laid my eyes on in any time period I've been to. Those guys he's with, supermodels, are pond scum next to him. Burleigh is beautiful, and he's doing things that make my insides feel like they're melting.
And hardening, depending on the area in question.
I glance down my body. Oh dear gods, I think… I think I'm getting my first erection. There's a bulge straining the front of my trou, and it's accompanied by a throbbing sensation.
I force myself to look up. Burleigh's waiting for an answer.
Okay, talk first, deal with hard-on later. Yep. I can do that.
"I'm only interested in you," I repeat, finding my voice.
His eyes widen a fraction, before narrowing into a pointed squint. "Are you lying to me?"
That's the last thing I'm doing. As waves of heat roll through me—it has to be arousal otherwise my scales are seriously malfunctioning right now—I reach out and brush my thumb over the sweep of his cheek.
"No." My voice descends, so low it's almost a growl. "I want you, Burleigh. No one else."
Our eyes lock, and I get lost in a mesmerizing sea of blue and green. The air around us pulses. Something, I don't know what, passes between us. My scales tingle, and my vitals are climbing through the roof.
A pink hue streaks his neck. "Why?" he asks softly before looking around the room. "Why me when a guy like you can have anyone here?"
A guy like me? What does that mean? I brush the side of his pinkened neck with my knuckles. "From the second I saw you across the room, something, some force, pulled me toward you," I answer honestly.
I roll my lips as I wait for him to respond. He turns away, but presses into my touch at the same time. It fills me with warmth. Yep, that's definitely a sign of arousal. Physical contact with Burleigh makes me very, very aroused.
He turns back to me, craning his neck up to meet my gaze. And then, out of the blue, he chuckles. "You're buzzing."
"Excuse me?"
"Your cell phone is ringing in your pants. I can feel it vibrating."
A cell phone? They still use those antiquated things for comms? How primitive.
I can't say that, though, any more than I can reveal that the vibration is actually emanating from my dick.
Ferkuck.
Before each time jump, Klune always reminds me of the goal of the mission, to reawaken the lost life force. One of the first steps to achieving that goal is attaining a tumescence. It's more commonly referred to as an erection, a physiological process that occurs when a male is sexually aroused, and the blood vessels in the penis relax and open up, allowing blood to fill them, creating a swelling.
Klune also always adds a caveat, namely, that after centuries of non-tumescence, a cock might respond to an arousal not just by becoming erect, but in other unexpected ways as well.
Like vibrating, apparently.
"Ah, it's stopped," Burleigh says, then shakes his head, letting out another sweet chuckle. "Nope. There it goes again. Are you going to get it?"
"Let's just ignore it, okay?"
"Fine. So…" He inhales sharply. "If you're really not interested in my friends, what is it that you want from me?"
My lust-filled fog clears in my brain, and I'm able to remind myself why I'm here, what my purpose is. I have a mission to complete. I've already gotten further with Burleigh than I ever have with anyone else, but there is still a long way to go.
Arousal is only the first step. I have to retrieve the life force.
"Sex," I answer bluntly. "I'd like to have sex with you."
I skim my fingers against his jaw. It's tinged pink now, too. I have no way of knowing if I'm being too forward, coming on too strong. I remember reading about a popular expression in the Before Times, honesty is the best policy, so I hope I'm applying it correctly.
Burleigh takes half a step back from me and downs the rest of his drink. The glass lands on the counter with a heavy thud. "Fine." His eyes lock on mine. "Let's do it."
My core ignites, and I feel my balls draw in tight against my body. The low-pitched humming emanating from my groin gets louder, the ripples emanating from there spreading waves of sensory pleasure throughout my whole body.
"I know a place we can go." Burleigh reaches between us and grabs my hand. I stare down at where we're joined. My vision goes wonky, and I force myself to blink several times to correct it.
"Lead the way," I rasp.
Hands connected, we weave through the crowd. I use the time to discreetly check my vitals. They're in the 60s…and rising. Holy hells, how did they get here so fast? No human male has experienced sexual arousal in two hundred years, and I go from zero to sixty in less than five minutes.
I don't have a spare hand to bring up the holo-viz, so I plumb my memory banks as we walk. I always paid extra close attention to the sex education modules. I re-watched them so many times, the scenes replay in my head, almost as clear as an actual holo-viz.
It was never the physical aspect of sex that appealed to me the most, it was the unspoken, invisible component to it that intrigued me. There are things that get shared in the physical act that come from a different plane. It's not just about two bodies joining, it's about two souls, meeting, merging, becoming one.
A lot of data from the twentieth and twenty-first centuries was either destroyed, damaged, or corrupted to brainwash humans after The Change of 2100, so a lot of the information about past-humans' views about love and sex from this time period is sketchy at best.
I remember once reading that some past-humans believed in having multiple sexual partners. That for some, sex was nothing more than a physical activity, a release, and that feelings of love weren't essential or even needed in order to engage in it.
Maybe it worked for them, but I can't imagine feeling the way I am right now about anyone other than the man holding my hand. My chest is full, my heart so happy.
I have found my one, my soulmate. Of this I am beyond certain.
Burleigh maneuvers us away from the crowd, and we slip into a narrow passage. The sounds of the party grow muffled behind us as we continue walking. The lighting here is darker, but when he glances over his shoulder at me, I can see the heat burning in his eyes.
My cock is fully hard now, a fact I become increasingly aware of with each step. I have to adjust the way I walk to accommodate it. The vibrating is constant, too, getting louder and louder as it bounces off the walls.
I've never seen my dick erect. I wonder what it'll be like. I throw up a silent prayer to the gods that it's a decent size. Purely for Burleigh's sake, of course. I wouldn't want him to be disappointed.
We reach a nondescript door. Burleigh turns the handle, and I follow him inside. "This is a private backstage area," he tells me, locking the door behind us. "No one will interrupt us here."
"Good."
I don't even bother taking in my surroundings because I couldn't care less where I am. The world could be on fire, and all I'd care about is Burleigh.
Being with Burleigh.
My vitals fly past 80%, and that's the last time I'll be checking them, too. It's a sure bet I'll hit my target, so I may as well forget about that and focus on what we're about to do—save the world by having sex.
I've never been more grateful for my completely ridiculous mission than I am right now.
"How would you like to do this?" Burleigh asks, looking up at me, his eyes wide and trusting.
"I, uh…" Godsdammit. What do I say? I assumed he'd take the lead and I'd follow, since if he has any experience at all, it's more than what I've got.
"It's okay." He reaches up and brings his soft hands to the sides of my face. "We can take it slow. It's been a while for me, too."
I nod. "Sounds good."
"Um." He giggles.
"What is it?"
"Well, you're too tall for me to reach."
"Reach?"
"Yeah." His cheeks flush. "I'd like to kiss you."
"I see." I widen my stance, lowering myself to within kissing distance. "Better?"
"Much."
The remaining space between us disappears as if we're being pulled together by invisible strings. Burleigh's face fills my vision, those blue-green eyes getting closer and closer, the tips of our noses meet, and then…
His lips.
My lips.
They meet, fusing together by the barest of presses. He slides his tongue over my lower lip. Fireworks erupt low in my belly. I curl my fingers around the back of his neck, my thumb nudging his jaw, as I mirror the movement, licking my tongue over his bottom lip. Gently, our tongues continue exploring each other's lips.
So…this is kissing.
I very much approve.
"Open your mouth," Burleigh murmurs, and I immediately obey his instruction.
His tongue glides in, lapping and caressing as he explores me. I wrap my arms around his slim waist, my senses going into overdrive at the pleasure his mouth is creating throughout my entire body. How he's able to do that is a question for another time.
This moment is about feeling, not thinking.
Acting on a long-dormant instinct, I return the favor, bringing my tongue into Burleigh's mouth. I explore the smooth, wet taste of him, my heart soaring in my chest, and I know at the most pure, vital, soul-level of my being, that I've reached 100%.
Full arousal. The life force within me stirs.
For the first time in my entire existence, I am finally alive.
My cock, my chest, my entire body thrums with an energy that's laid inert in humankind for centuries. Something no living male in 2387 has ever experienced. Something I never thought I'd get the chance to feel and taste and touch for myself.
In 2387, life has become cold, meaningless, but standing here in whatever time period this is, kissing Burleigh, I know I've arrived.
I'm home.
Burleigh weaves his fingers through my ponytail. "You're going to have to turn your phone off, mister," he purrs into my mouth. "It's getting distracting."
"Ignore it," I mumble, too obsessed with exploring the insides of his mouth to care about anything else. As we keep kissing, my hands slide down the front of his body. I tug on the hem of his shirt, desperate to see more of him.
I can feel the curve of Burleigh's smile against my lips. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he murmurs.
There's no way to see more of his body without breaking the kiss, so my tongue takes one final, heavy swipe inside his mouth, and I step back, peeling what's left of my ripped-up tank top off.
"Whoa," he breathes appreciatively, running his hand over my pecs. When he skims over my nipples, my pulsing cock jerks and gets harder, vibrating even louder.
"You gonna keep your costume on?" he asks, sliding his palms over my scales.
I don't have a choice, it's bioengineered into my skin. "Can I?"
Burleigh nods, grinning. "Sure. Alien vibes are totally hot."
"Not an alien," I assure him. "A human from the year 2387."
"Right, okay. Let's go with that." His laughter fills the air. "You got any more backstory, Mr. Future Mystery Man?"
I look straight into those blueish-green eyes of his and say, "I'm on a mission to save the human race. Sentient machines are on the brink of taking over. If I don't have sex with you right now and reignite the male capability to generate our long-lost life force, return home, and perform a transference with the brotherhood, the machines will win and humanity will be destroyed forever."
Burleigh chuckles, running his hands over my shoulders. "Someone likes their sci-fi."
The truth of my words burns in my throat. He doesn't believe me. Of course he doesn't. It's so wild and far-fetched, I wouldn't believe it either if I were in his shoes.
But it doesn't matter whether he thinks I'm lying or kidding or just plain old delusional, what matters is that I'm aroused.
Next step: I have to reach the point of orgasm and unleash the life force.
"Take your shirt off," I command, since I'm out of mine, but he's still wearing his.
Burleigh lifts it over his head in one swift motion. While he's at it, he unbuckles his jeans and they slide down his lithe legs. He steps out of them and moves back, standing before me in a pair of white underwear.
I drop my gaze. The flimsy white material is straining to contain him, and there's a pool of wetness smeared across the front. "Sorry," he says, sounding embarrassed. "I tend to pre-cum a lot. Also, I cum a lot. But don't worry, I'll give you plenty of warning."
My head shakes involuntarily. Even three hundred years into the past, a lie still sounds like a lie.
"I have so many great things in my life," Burleigh continues. "I have my job which I love. I have you guys who I love most of the time. And I have a new magic vibrator that my prostate really loves."
My eyebrows shoot up. Now there's a visual I'm immediately uploading to my memory bank.
"Counterpoint. You don't have a relationship" one of the guys says.
"Counterpoint to your counterpoint, maybe I don't want a relationship. I'm Mr. Independent, remember? There's only one person I can truly rely on." He pauses for a second before jabbing at his chest. "Me. I can buy my own damn flowers. I don't need anyone."
An awkward silence follows, which Burleigh fills with, "Besides, I spend all my time looking after you idiots. I wouldn't even have the time for a boyfriend in between all your crises."
One of them scoffs. "You make it sound like you're our babysitter."
"Says the guy who called me at 2am last night freaking out because you thought your big left toe was fractionally bigger than your big right toe."
The guy clears his throat and looks at the ground. "Thanks for talking me through it."
"No problem. REM sleep is way overrated." Burleigh chuckles. "Anyway, I need a drink. Can you boneheads stay out of trouble while I'm gone?"
No one answers him.
Burleigh chuckles again and sets off anyway, heading for the bar. I waste no time following, ensuring I stay a few paces behind him. He's wearing a pair of tight dark jeans. My gaze catches on his ass. His very pert, very round ass. Mmm.
My arousal continues to spike, fogging up my mind because I should be thinking about what to say to him once we get to the bar, and yet…I'm totally fixated, checking out his very delectable butt.
Gods, this arousal thing really messes with a guy's cognitive functions.
Burleigh reaches the bar and flags down a barman.
"What can I get you?"
"Gin and tonic, thanks."
I sidle up on his left and act like I'm any other normal guy waiting to be served. He doesn't need to know that future-humans don't consume food or liquid.
"Thanks," he says to the barman when he slides a glass across the counter to him.
I'm staring straight ahead, trying to be as inconspicuous as a seven-foot dude can be, but the instant Burleigh turns his head and looks at me, I can feel it. His gaze is thick and hot, causing my vitals to soar even higher.
After perusing me for a few moments, he speaks. "Nice getup." My scales twitch at the compliment, and he notices. "Whoa, and they move, too."
I swallow and turn my head slowly. His blue-green eyes are aimed right at me, and I suddenly feel like I'm standing under a giant spotlight. No one's ever looked at me like this before. His gaze is deep, penetrating, like he's looking straight into my soul, like he's seeing every part of me.
"Thank you." The words come out hoarse. My mouth has gone dry so my scales skitter along my forearms to replenish me.
While that happens, I take advantage of my proximity to him, soaking in the details of Burleigh's features. His eyes aren't just a majestic dual color, they're also warm and friendly. His skin is smooth and nicely tanned, and his lips look so soft, so…inviting.
I've never tasted lips before, but his? It's like they're calling out to me.
I discreetly check my arousal vitals. They've hit 38%.
He takes a sip of his drink, then lifts his eyes to meet mine. "I don't recognize you. You're not a model, are you?"
"No, I'm not."
"Are you a manager, then? Media?"
I clear my throat. "No and no."
His eyes narrow a fraction, and then he shrugs when I say nothing else. "Mystery man. Fine. I can work with that. Do you have a name I can google later?"
My blood freezes, but I quickly remind myself that I've obviously jumped back to a time when Google was considered a helpful service to humanity…and not the beginning of the end.
"Name's Draxl," I answer, not bothering to generate a fake name like I have on previous missions.
He smiles, stretching those pillowy lips wide, revealing two rows of bright-white teeth. "Nice to meet you, Draxl."
My vitals spike another ten percent the moment my name leaves his mouth.
"I'm Burleigh." He waits, his eyes lingering on me. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"
"Excuse me?"
He pushes his drink away and leans toward me. "You were standing next to us earlier, trying to make it look like you weren't eavesdropping."
"No I wasn't," I lie.
Burleigh lets out a small laugh, and the sweet sound tinkles in the air between us. "Dude, you're at least seven-foot tall. You're kinda impossible to miss."
"I, uh…" My cognitive function has completely deserted me. Great. What am I supposed to say now?
"It's okay," Burleigh tells me, with a sigh. "I'm used to it. Happens all the time. Which of the Fab Five are you interested in?"
I frown. "Fab Five?"
"Yeah." Burleigh looks over at the group of guys he was with and then back to me. "They're only the hottest male supermodels on the planet…"
He goes on about all sorts of awards and accolades they've won, how the media have dubbed them the 'Fab Five,' how they're constantly topping Hottest Models lists, but the information flies in one ear and right out the other.
"Burleigh," I interrupt him mid-sentence.
"Yes?" He stops talking, his eyelids fluttering as he peers up at me with those two swirling pools.
"I don't care about them. I'm interested in you."
His face goes through a series of small contortions, finally settling into a one-eyed brow lift.
"You are?" he asks, and I pick up on the note of suspicion in his tone.
How can he doubt me? He's the most beguiling person I've ever laid my eyes on in any time period I've been to. Those guys he's with, supermodels, are pond scum next to him. Burleigh is beautiful, and he's doing things that make my insides feel like they're melting.
And hardening, depending on the area in question.
I glance down my body. Oh dear gods, I think… I think I'm getting my first erection. There's a bulge straining the front of my trou, and it's accompanied by a throbbing sensation.
I force myself to look up. Burleigh's waiting for an answer.
Okay, talk first, deal with hard-on later. Yep. I can do that.
"I'm only interested in you," I repeat, finding my voice.
His eyes widen a fraction, before narrowing into a pointed squint. "Are you lying to me?"
That's the last thing I'm doing. As waves of heat roll through me—it has to be arousal otherwise my scales are seriously malfunctioning right now—I reach out and brush my thumb over the sweep of his cheek.
"No." My voice descends, so low it's almost a growl. "I want you, Burleigh. No one else."
Our eyes lock, and I get lost in a mesmerizing sea of blue and green. The air around us pulses. Something, I don't know what, passes between us. My scales tingle, and my vitals are climbing through the roof.
A pink hue streaks his neck. "Why?" he asks softly before looking around the room. "Why me when a guy like you can have anyone here?"
A guy like me? What does that mean? I brush the side of his pinkened neck with my knuckles. "From the second I saw you across the room, something, some force, pulled me toward you," I answer honestly.
I roll my lips as I wait for him to respond. He turns away, but presses into my touch at the same time. It fills me with warmth. Yep, that's definitely a sign of arousal. Physical contact with Burleigh makes me very, very aroused.
He turns back to me, craning his neck up to meet my gaze. And then, out of the blue, he chuckles. "You're buzzing."
"Excuse me?"
"Your cell phone is ringing in your pants. I can feel it vibrating."
A cell phone? They still use those antiquated things for comms? How primitive.
I can't say that, though, any more than I can reveal that the vibration is actually emanating from my dick.
Ferkuck.
Before each time jump, Klune always reminds me of the goal of the mission, to reawaken the lost life force. One of the first steps to achieving that goal is attaining a tumescence. It's more commonly referred to as an erection, a physiological process that occurs when a male is sexually aroused, and the blood vessels in the penis relax and open up, allowing blood to fill them, creating a swelling.
Klune also always adds a caveat, namely, that after centuries of non-tumescence, a cock might respond to an arousal not just by becoming erect, but in other unexpected ways as well.
Like vibrating, apparently.
"Ah, it's stopped," Burleigh says, then shakes his head, letting out another sweet chuckle. "Nope. There it goes again. Are you going to get it?"
"Let's just ignore it, okay?"
"Fine. So…" He inhales sharply. "If you're really not interested in my friends, what is it that you want from me?"
My lust-filled fog clears in my brain, and I'm able to remind myself why I'm here, what my purpose is. I have a mission to complete. I've already gotten further with Burleigh than I ever have with anyone else, but there is still a long way to go.
Arousal is only the first step. I have to retrieve the life force.
"Sex," I answer bluntly. "I'd like to have sex with you."
I skim my fingers against his jaw. It's tinged pink now, too. I have no way of knowing if I'm being too forward, coming on too strong. I remember reading about a popular expression in the Before Times, honesty is the best policy, so I hope I'm applying it correctly.
Burleigh takes half a step back from me and downs the rest of his drink. The glass lands on the counter with a heavy thud. "Fine." His eyes lock on mine. "Let's do it."
My core ignites, and I feel my balls draw in tight against my body. The low-pitched humming emanating from my groin gets louder, the ripples emanating from there spreading waves of sensory pleasure throughout my whole body.
"I know a place we can go." Burleigh reaches between us and grabs my hand. I stare down at where we're joined. My vision goes wonky, and I force myself to blink several times to correct it.
"Lead the way," I rasp.
Hands connected, we weave through the crowd. I use the time to discreetly check my vitals. They're in the 60s…and rising. Holy hells, how did they get here so fast? No human male has experienced sexual arousal in two hundred years, and I go from zero to sixty in less than five minutes.
I don't have a spare hand to bring up the holo-viz, so I plumb my memory banks as we walk. I always paid extra close attention to the sex education modules. I re-watched them so many times, the scenes replay in my head, almost as clear as an actual holo-viz.
It was never the physical aspect of sex that appealed to me the most, it was the unspoken, invisible component to it that intrigued me. There are things that get shared in the physical act that come from a different plane. It's not just about two bodies joining, it's about two souls, meeting, merging, becoming one.
A lot of data from the twentieth and twenty-first centuries was either destroyed, damaged, or corrupted to brainwash humans after The Change of 2100, so a lot of the information about past-humans' views about love and sex from this time period is sketchy at best.
I remember once reading that some past-humans believed in having multiple sexual partners. That for some, sex was nothing more than a physical activity, a release, and that feelings of love weren't essential or even needed in order to engage in it.
Maybe it worked for them, but I can't imagine feeling the way I am right now about anyone other than the man holding my hand. My chest is full, my heart so happy.
I have found my one, my soulmate. Of this I am beyond certain.
Burleigh maneuvers us away from the crowd, and we slip into a narrow passage. The sounds of the party grow muffled behind us as we continue walking. The lighting here is darker, but when he glances over his shoulder at me, I can see the heat burning in his eyes.
My cock is fully hard now, a fact I become increasingly aware of with each step. I have to adjust the way I walk to accommodate it. The vibrating is constant, too, getting louder and louder as it bounces off the walls.
I've never seen my dick erect. I wonder what it'll be like. I throw up a silent prayer to the gods that it's a decent size. Purely for Burleigh's sake, of course. I wouldn't want him to be disappointed.
We reach a nondescript door. Burleigh turns the handle, and I follow him inside. "This is a private backstage area," he tells me, locking the door behind us. "No one will interrupt us here."
"Good."
I don't even bother taking in my surroundings because I couldn't care less where I am. The world could be on fire, and all I'd care about is Burleigh.
Being with Burleigh.
My vitals fly past 80%, and that's the last time I'll be checking them, too. It's a sure bet I'll hit my target, so I may as well forget about that and focus on what we're about to do—save the world by having sex.
I've never been more grateful for my completely ridiculous mission than I am right now.
"How would you like to do this?" Burleigh asks, looking up at me, his eyes wide and trusting.
"I, uh…" Godsdammit. What do I say? I assumed he'd take the lead and I'd follow, since if he has any experience at all, it's more than what I've got.
"It's okay." He reaches up and brings his soft hands to the sides of my face. "We can take it slow. It's been a while for me, too."
I nod. "Sounds good."
"Um." He giggles.
"What is it?"
"Well, you're too tall for me to reach."
"Reach?"
"Yeah." His cheeks flush. "I'd like to kiss you."
"I see." I widen my stance, lowering myself to within kissing distance. "Better?"
"Much."
The remaining space between us disappears as if we're being pulled together by invisible strings. Burleigh's face fills my vision, those blue-green eyes getting closer and closer, the tips of our noses meet, and then…
His lips.
My lips.
They meet, fusing together by the barest of presses. He slides his tongue over my lower lip. Fireworks erupt low in my belly. I curl my fingers around the back of his neck, my thumb nudging his jaw, as I mirror the movement, licking my tongue over his bottom lip. Gently, our tongues continue exploring each other's lips.
So…this is kissing.
I very much approve.
"Open your mouth," Burleigh murmurs, and I immediately obey his instruction.
His tongue glides in, lapping and caressing as he explores me. I wrap my arms around his slim waist, my senses going into overdrive at the pleasure his mouth is creating throughout my entire body. How he's able to do that is a question for another time.
This moment is about feeling, not thinking.
Acting on a long-dormant instinct, I return the favor, bringing my tongue into Burleigh's mouth. I explore the smooth, wet taste of him, my heart soaring in my chest, and I know at the most pure, vital, soul-level of my being, that I've reached 100%.
Full arousal. The life force within me stirs.
For the first time in my entire existence, I am finally alive.
My cock, my chest, my entire body thrums with an energy that's laid inert in humankind for centuries. Something no living male in 2387 has ever experienced. Something I never thought I'd get the chance to feel and taste and touch for myself.
In 2387, life has become cold, meaningless, but standing here in whatever time period this is, kissing Burleigh, I know I've arrived.
I'm home.
Burleigh weaves his fingers through my ponytail. "You're going to have to turn your phone off, mister," he purrs into my mouth. "It's getting distracting."
"Ignore it," I mumble, too obsessed with exploring the insides of his mouth to care about anything else. As we keep kissing, my hands slide down the front of his body. I tug on the hem of his shirt, desperate to see more of him.
I can feel the curve of Burleigh's smile against my lips. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he murmurs.
There's no way to see more of his body without breaking the kiss, so my tongue takes one final, heavy swipe inside his mouth, and I step back, peeling what's left of my ripped-up tank top off.
"Whoa," he breathes appreciatively, running his hand over my pecs. When he skims over my nipples, my pulsing cock jerks and gets harder, vibrating even louder.
"You gonna keep your costume on?" he asks, sliding his palms over my scales.
I don't have a choice, it's bioengineered into my skin. "Can I?"
Burleigh nods, grinning. "Sure. Alien vibes are totally hot."
"Not an alien," I assure him. "A human from the year 2387."
"Right, okay. Let's go with that." His laughter fills the air. "You got any more backstory, Mr. Future Mystery Man?"
I look straight into those blueish-green eyes of his and say, "I'm on a mission to save the human race. Sentient machines are on the brink of taking over. If I don't have sex with you right now and reignite the male capability to generate our long-lost life force, return home, and perform a transference with the brotherhood, the machines will win and humanity will be destroyed forever."
Burleigh chuckles, running his hands over my shoulders. "Someone likes their sci-fi."
The truth of my words burns in my throat. He doesn't believe me. Of course he doesn't. It's so wild and far-fetched, I wouldn't believe it either if I were in his shoes.
But it doesn't matter whether he thinks I'm lying or kidding or just plain old delusional, what matters is that I'm aroused.
Next step: I have to reach the point of orgasm and unleash the life force.
"Take your shirt off," I command, since I'm out of mine, but he's still wearing his.
Burleigh lifts it over his head in one swift motion. While he's at it, he unbuckles his jeans and they slide down his lithe legs. He steps out of them and moves back, standing before me in a pair of white underwear.
I drop my gaze. The flimsy white material is straining to contain him, and there's a pool of wetness smeared across the front. "Sorry," he says, sounding embarrassed. "I tend to pre-cum a lot. Also, I cum a lot. But don't worry, I'll give you plenty of warning."
