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He’s watching me sleep.
Rocky always watches me sleep, but this time when my eyes drift open, a pair of warm brown eyes are gazing down at me from under a wild, sweeping arch of silver-grey hair. The gravity-defying curl of it has me distracted for long enough that I forget to freak out about the man lying on the bunk next to me.
“Huh-wha?” I sputter eloquently, mouth hanging open as the man grins, one tattooed, olive-skinned arm draped over my chest.
“Come on, Grace. Don’t you recognize me?”
Rocky’s voice pours out of the man’s mouth - silkier over human vocal cords, but unmistakable - and my eyes widen. I let my gaze scan over him, studying the Petrova line tattoos, the family crest, and all the other markings I’ve come to know so well. He’s pressed up against me, so firm and warm and real that I want to cry into his neck.
So I do. He already knows how leaky I am, right?
“It’s okay, Grace,” Rocky - human Rocky? - murmurs softly, holding onto me and it’s been so long and I just cling to him and cry for an embarrassing amount of time.
When I’ve finally run out of tears, Rocky cups my face with one callused hand and rubs under my eye, wiping away the droplets with his thumb. He lifts that thumb and sucks it into his mouth, tasting it experimentally.
“Salty,” he muses, then strokes my hair a few times. “And soft.”
“How are you - how is this-“
Rocky cuts me off with two fingers to my lips, the pads of the rough digits pressing into soft tissue. My lips are a little chapped, but still give under his touch, and he holds my gaze intently.
“Hearing light is so much more than I imagined,” Rocky whispers. “Already knew you were beautiful, Grace, but your eyes,” he breathes. “It’s like they make their own light. What color is that?”
“Blue,” I reply from under Rocky’s fingers.
“Blue,” he repeats, leaning up to press gentle, reverent kisses to each of my eyelids.
“Every part… so fragile,” he murmurs, tracing his fingers down over my skin. “So sorry about this,” he adds, lingering over the raised, pink burn on my forearm where his claw-print seared into my flesh, when he saved my life.
“Never apologize for that,” I reply, tears threatening again. “That’s proof-“ I stop myself, emotion cresting in my chest.
“Oh, Grace. Did you really need proof that I love you, question?” Rocky asks, nuzzling into my side.
It feels like I might burst from the joy of feeling him so close to me.
“Grace felt so cold before. Now warm - like sunshine,” he says, palm spread over my stomach.
My hips hitch up at his words, and Rocky grins, clever senses not missing a thing.
“You like that, question? Want me to call you ‘sunshine’ now, question?”
He taps his hand twice on my stomach with each query, the familiar motion making me smile back at him.
“Please,” I whisper, and then I look down.
Rocky is… hard. He’s wearing little grey shorts and a black fitted tee, and there’s a- uh- fifth limb in those shorts, nudging my hip.
Holy fucking shit.
“Sunshine,” Rocky purrs into my ear, and I gasp as his hand drifts lower, palm cupping the growing bulge in my own pants. “Waited so long for you… so many years alone. So much silence. Then you appeared, with your long, squishy limbs and strange sounds, and clever scientific mind. And so much talking. Odd sounds I’d never heard before, but so beautiful after the quiet. Happy sounds, sad sounds, complaining, arguing - living.”
Rocky’s words have my heart racing, and I roll to pull him in for a rough kiss, unable to take anymore of his professions of love. I feel like I could float away despite the active 1.5Gs on us as we travel to Erid.
Rocky makes a surprised little sound as I smash our faces together, trying to convey with my body what my mind seems unable to put into words; I love him, I need him, he’s mine. I’ll gladly share him with Adrian when we get to Erid, but I hope they don’t mind me staking a little claim.
“Greedy, sunshine,” Rocky breathes after our lips part, and we pant into each other’s faces. He turns me, his strong, inked arms maneuvering me easily so we’re on our sides with him behind me, his hard length pressing against the curve of my ass. How much about being human does Rocky know? I want to ask, but I don’t want to break this spell; whatever fever has us clinging to one another like our lives depend on it.
In a way, they always have, I suppose.
Rocky seems to know what I need, and he wraps one arm under my head, slipping two fingers into my slack mouth. I suck on the digits, saliva soaking them as he pumps them in and out of my mouth. With his free hand, Rocky deftly unfastens my pants and plunges his hand inside, finding me without underwear (I’d gone to bed commando that night) and hissing with delight at the feel of my hard cock.
“Was trying to woo you right… respectful and all. But maybe you don’t want respect, sunshine, question?” Rocky asks, patting my naked thigh inside my pants. I just about cry out with need when he finally starts pumping me, his strong, rough hand working the length up and down. His lips are a breath away from my ear, and he nibbles and tugs at the shell of it, delighting in all the fragile little parts of me he can finally touch.
“Want to feel you fucking me,” I grit out, and Rocky’s low rumble of a laugh is octaves lower than his chirp, but it fills me with the same joy it always has.
Rocky presses another kiss to the back of my neck before tugging roughly at my pants, working them down around my knees. I’m exposed, and I can feel the flush creeping from my chest up to my cheeks for being on display.
There’s no one to see, of course, but Rocky’s filthy whispers make me feel like there is as he murmurs that I’m a good boy and his sweet little human as he jerks me off. The tattoos on his arms flex and shift over the muscles as I look down, watching his hand grip and tug on me, and I lean back against him, letting him take all the pressure as my hips roll into his touch, seeking more.
Just when I think Rocky is going to finish me off, he stops, cupping my hip and grinding against my ass.
Oh, right. He’s hard, too.
“You will suck me, statement,” Rocky orders, and I feel a jolt of heat course through me because I know that he’s right. “Clothes off first,” he adds, and I awkwardly wiggle out of the rest of my clothes but keep my tube socks on. Rocky doesn’t seem to mind.
I straddle his surprisingly big and firm thighs and carefully begin to roll down the waistband of his shorts, the outline of his thick length clearly visible through them.
I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t the xenonite and turquoise piercing through the skin just below the head of his cock.
“You like, question?” Rocky asks, smirking as he looks down his chest and stomach to where I’m curled over him.
“I like, statement,” I reply before leaning down to take the head of his cock into my mouth, all the way down to the piercing. I flick my tongue over it, and Rocky makes a high whimper that’s basically indistinguishable from his normal whine.
“Mm… take it,” Rocky grunts, and I let him fuck my mouth, marveling at the sounds I can pull from him.
“Human mouth, so soft and warm,” Rocky purrs, working my head up and down. I’ve made a mess slobbering over him, but Rocky doesn't seem to care. He’s stroking his fingers through my hair and petting me lovingly as I take him as deep as I can, gagging on him slightly. He eases up then, his sure, strong hands gently wiping the string of saliva from my face.
“More,” he orders, holding out his wet palm. I’m confused at first, but then he spits into his palm and nods for me to do the same.
Oh. He wants to- oh.
I let the saliva pool in my mouth and then spit in his hand, eyes meeting his. Rocky rewards me with a pleased, ravenous-looking grin before slicking himself up, then maneuvering me onto my stomach before tugging my hips up.
I’m really on display for him now, and I can’t help but be self-conscious. My cheeks burn as Rocky examines my hole curiously, brushing a thumb over the tight, pink ring.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, and before I can formulate a reply, he’s leaned in and licked it - thumbs spreading my cheeks for better access. I know I can hear whimpering, but it doesn’t sound like me.
“Grace, so tight here. Easy, sunshine,” he purrs before spitting onto the flesh and gently rubbing around it. Then he’s licking again and I’m howling like an animal, sensation taking over my body.
I can feel Rocky working me open, and he eases a finger inside me, preparing me to take his cock, which bobs between his legs as he eats me out.
Finally, I’m wet and open enough to take him and he kneels up behind me, carefully working the head of his cock inside my body. I can feel the piercing as it sinks deep, and then nudges something deliciously sensitive within me.
“Good boy. Such a good toy for me, so soft and needy,” Rocky whispers, hauling back and giving my ass an open palm spank. The jolt of it makes me yelp, and shifts Rocky’s cock deep inside me.
“Feel good, question?” Rocky asks, checking in with me as he bottoms out, his body draped over mine. He punctuates the words with a gentle double-tap of my hip with his right hand.
“Yeah, Rock,” I reply, slightly muffled, into my own shoulder.
“Want you to come like this, sunshine,” he says, reaching that hand between my legs and pumping my cock. It’s leaking over his knuckles already, and Rocky chuckles. “Already so messy,” he tuts. “Always so messy,” he adds with more soft kisses to my neck, and I can feel the curve of his smile.
“You love it, Rock,” I grunt, and he chuckles into my shoulder as his hips roll into me, the thrusts making me whimper.
“Grace in pain, question?” He asks, and I shake my head quickly.
“No, Rock, you’re doing it p-perfect.” Rocky’s pace increases a bit and I feel that piercing again, hitting me in just the right spot.
“That’s it, come for me, sunshine. Make a big mess all over,” Rocky purrs, and my hips stutter as I feel my orgasm slam through me, my release spilling out and painting Rocky’s hand, the sheets on the bunk, and my own stomach.
That’s when I feel Rocky’s thighs shudder and he fills me up, warmth blooming deep within me.
We’re both shaking and he’s clinging to me, hands petting me lovingly all over as he whisper-chirps that I was so good for him, took him so well, how he can’t wait to taste himself on me, and I feel myself drift before wondering why he’s got at least three hands touching my body, tweaking my nipples, tending to my overstimulated cock.
“Grace awake, question?”
The sound is farther away, and I stir, messy and sticky from my wet dream.
Wait - what?
I haven’t had one of those in decades.
“Rock? Uh… what’s going on?”
I blink and look around to find Rocky in his ball, shifting anxiously from foot to foot to foot.
“Grace make lots of noises in sleep. Human dreams. Wonder if taumoeba food test cause this, question?”
I blush. I’ve gotta tell Rocky. I hope it won’t make him uncomfortable.
I relay the details of my vivid sexual encounter with Rocky as clinically as I can manage, but he still looks stunned (I can tell, okay?) and taps his claws together thoughtfully for a moment.
“You liked this dream, question?” He asks, his familiar foot tap making me smile.
“Yeah, Rock. You were, uh, really good,” I say, hoping I haven’t made our friendship irrevocably awkward.
“Then we repeat experiment for good science. Monitor Grace dreams,” Rocky adds. “And Rocky work on slimmer xenonite suit to share bed,” he finishes.
“You… you wanna sleep with me, Rock?”
Rocky twiddles a claw shyly.
“Yes, Rocky want that… sunshine,” he adds, and my heart skips a beat.
I hadn’t mentioned that part.
(To be continued…)