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“I’m not doing it again. Sex is… terrible.” Shatterstar shook his head vehemently. The idea of that kind of discomfort and pain again was rather abhorrent to him.
Rictor smiled consolingly at him. “I won’t force you to do anything, ‘Star. I was just offering. Most people enjoy sex, you know. Although, I understand your reluctance, given your prior experiences with that asshole.” He patted his boyfriend on the shoulder.
It had been about a month since Rictor had made his confession of feelings to Shatterstar and they had become more intimate. During that month, Rictor had decided to move into a one bedroom apartment, as there was no need for a two bedroom anymore, but they remained in the same building, so moving was not much of a hassle. Nights were spent cuddling and kissing on the couch, and days were spent with both men at work.
Shatterstar had taken on day shifts so he could spend his nights with Rictor. He enjoyed working with a calmer crowd in the bar, and he did not miss the long nights. He still liked making drinks, and he sometimes played bartender for Rictor, even though the other man did not drink often.
Shatterstar peered at his boyfriend across the couch from him. Rictor had meant no harm when he had offered sex as a diversion that night while their cable was down. But nonetheless, it had brought back the unpleasant memories of rough sex with Xtreme, the lack of aftercare, and the general lack of attention to Shatterstar’s comfort. He felt bad though. What if Rictor was a better lover, well that was not hard to achieve, and Shatterstar was denying him a chance to prove himself?
Rictor had reassured him, when Shatterstar had brought up his fears to him, comforting and consoling him. He had told Shatterstar that he had nothing to worry about, and that he would not judge him, no matter the outcome of what was happening between the two of them sexually. But nonetheless, Shatterstar was afraid that his aversion would drive away his lover.
That night, as they laid in bed after watching some television, Shatterstar gazed at Rictor’s half naked form in bed. Tan skin stretched over muscle, not gone from misuse, but less toned than he had been when they had been in X-Force. His dark, wavy hair fell over his shoulders like a waterfall. Rictor was breathtaking. In that moment, Shatterstar decided that he was going to give it a try. If anyone could fix what had been so brutally broken within him, it was Rictor,
“Ric?” He whispered softly in the dark. “I think I want to try it with you.”
Rictor rolled over. “Try what? Sex? Don’t feel pressured because I brought it up. That was never my intent, ‘Star.”
Shatterstar shook his head. “I know. I know. But… I just… I want to try to love you. I want to try to give the physical part of this whole thing a chance again. I keep on reading that sex can be fun, and maybe it can be, with the right person.” He had done reading online about relationships and sex after Adam had left him, blaming himself, and wondering where he had gone wrong. What he had found out amounted to Adam being an asshole, and him having done nothing but be an attentive, if mildly attention starved, boyfriend.
“You’ve been researching sex?” Shatterstar could tell that Rictor was amused, even in the dark of their shared room. “Of course you’ve been.” Shatterstar received an affectionate peck on the nose. “You’re adorable, ‘Star. If you want to give it a chance, we can. We’ll go nice and easy and slow. None of that crazy shit that Neramani was forcing onto you. Alright?” He rubbed Shatterstar’s back reassuringly.
Shatterstar nodded in the dark. “Yeah.”
The next night was nerve-wracking for Shatterstar as he stripped naked and laid down on the bed. Rictor came over, pulling his brown hair back behind him. Shatterstar mimicked the action and whipped his orangey hair into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. He laid down a towel in front of him and gestured for Shatterstar to get on top of it.
“Alright. Are you ready for this, ‘Star?” Rictor’s voice was low and reassuring.
Shatterstar nodded, stiff and nervous. Rictor’s voice was calming, however, and he was much less threatening than Xtreme. He watched apprehensively as Rictor tugged a condom on over his erect penis and lubed it up. “You want me to go fingers first then dick? Or would you rather me just go straight in.”
Shatterstar looked at him skeptically. He had heard of the idea of stretching someone out, but Adam had never done it, preferring just to fuck Shatterstar’s ofttimes tight ass until the alien was sore and sometimes bloody. “You want to stick your fingers up my ass?”
“Well, yeah. Stretch you out. So I don’t kill your poor anus. Wouldn’t want to just shove something up there without prepping you.” Rictor smiled another kind smile. He seemed to have this all under control, and Shatterstar was desperate to please him.
“Alright. If you say so, Ric.” He knelt down and exposed his backside to Rictor while on hands and knees. He spread his cheeks apprehensively.
He felt something press against his asshole. It was Rictor’s finger. It was slick with lube and went in with little difficulty. Rictor worked Shatterstar’s asshole as Shatterstar wiggled anxiously, breathing deeply as Rictor added a second finger to the mix.
“You okay, pal?” Rictor asked, pausing for a second.
Shatterstar nodded. “Thanks for asking.”
That made Rictor stop. “You mean no one’s ever asked?” He sounded indignant and sad all in turns. “That… I’m sorry. That’s not fair to you.”
Shatterstar shrugged. “Well, at least you’re nice.” He smiled to himself. Rictor was the nicest person he knew, in his own opinion.
Rictor resumed his fingering of Shatterstar’s ass, and finally seemed to be satisfied and withdrew with a soft, moist noise. “I’m about to go in. Are you ready, ‘Star?”
“Yeah.” Shatterstar nodded. The fingering had felt very good, despite his nerves.
There was a noise of Rictor shifting around behind him, then a much larger presence at Shatterstar’s backside. Rictor gently eased his shaft into Shatterstar’s asshole, rubbing his back with one hand and guiding his cock with the other. “Here we go…” he murmured.
Shatterstar let out a long, low moan as it slipped in. Rictor filled him up in a way that Adam had never achieved. It was like Rictor was made for him. It felt so damn good. Rictor put his hands on Shatterstar’s hips and gently started thrusting, going deeper each time, getting Shatterstar more and more aroused.
“You like that, hun?” Rictor leaned and reached over with one hand to stroke Shatterstar’s hair. Shatterstar preened. He loved when Rictor did that.
“Y-yeah… feels amazing. You’re so much better at this than he was.” He panted in between strokes. He felt himself becoming more turned on as this went. His desire to orgasm was growing.
“Well, I do put an emphasis on your comfort and happiness. That probably helps!” Rictor thrust slightly more vigorously that time, eliciting a soft groan of ecstasy from Shatterstar. “Want to go any faster? Are you into hair pulling or anything?”
“Either is fine, to be honest. Just don’t tie me up, please. I did not like that when it happened.” Shatterstar said, pleadingly.
“Never. I would never do anything that would upset you. I will always ask permission of you, ‘Star. I value you as a person, and I love you dearly. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He sped up a little bit and gave Shatterstar’s ponytail a tug, jerking Shatterstar’s head back to look at him slightly.
Shatterstar briefly met his lover’s gaze, grinned, then turned back around as Rictor let go. It felt so good to be treated like this. For so long, he had only known war, and then he had met Rictor, and he had shown him what it was to be human. After they had split, Shatterstar had never forgotten him or quit longing for him, even as he had loved Adam. Now, they were back together, and Rictor was being the salve to the wounds inflicted by someone who could never understand the bond between the two of them.
Suddenly, Rictor hit a very sweet spot in his, now enthusiastic, but not rough, thrusting. Shatterstar let out with another loud groan and came all over Rictor’s bath towel. It happened so fast. He felt so good, like a jolt of pleasure throughout his whole body. It felt blissful.
“You good there, ‘Star? I see that you seem to be enjoying this, I hope at least.” Rictor patted Shatterstar’s butt gently. He withdrew and sat straight on his knees.
Shatterstar rolled over on his side, in rapturous joy. “That was… amazing. You. You are amazing, Rictor.” He gestured for Rictor to lean in and kiss him, longing for some lip contact, which Rictor obliged. “Thank you.”
Rictor smiled down at him. “You’ve never been loved the way that you should be. This, this is how it should be. Happy, straightforward, open, and kind. We love each other, and we communicate. I will never hurt you, Shatterstar.” He ran a hand across Shatterstar’s temple and kissed him sweetly before taking the blanket and throwing it in the hamper by the door. “You ever wanna do this again, just say so. If you want to, I’ll even bottom for you.” He winked.
Shatterstar smirked. “I’d like that. But how about for now, we just sleep. Sleep and dream of many more good nights.” He kissed him as he came back around and laid down. He was safe now. He would not be hurt again like Neramani had hurt his heart. Rictor would mess up someday; he knew that. But he knew that Rictor loved him, and he was secure in that affection. And that made him the happiest person in the world.