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Rocky stretched all four of his arms, watching for the reaction of his new alien friend. Grace’s blood had sang through his body, letting him see his features in better definition. His checks and pelvis flooded with blood and he smirked as Grace floundered for something to seem like he wasn't staring. Was he teasing an alien? Was he that lonely? And what was this aliens problem with always needing to look at him so intensely? Always tapping his little fingers against something in a nonsense rhythm, his feet on the floor, his knee constantly bouncing as he sits in place. Rocky thinks this human is visually impaired at this rate, needing constant reassurance of where he is at any given moment. Or he needs to know he isn’t alone anymore. Rocky understands that. But being constantly studied like this was for mates. And they are flattered, truly. But he isn’t into this soft, squishy, leaking, alien.
But then Grace... Grace does this. It flails around and tries to find a different direction to pretend to look like that face wasn’t pointed in their direction.
“Rocky knows you want something.” He states, tinkering with his “zenonite” as Grace had dubbed it.
And, funnily enough, Graze stutters; tripping over his words in his haste to speak. “I don’t... Uh I mean.. I. Huh?”
“Grace wants something. Speak.” Rocky sees the blood sing through his body, hears the way it breezes through that body at impossible speeds. Sees him open his mouth and lick his lips. It’s fascinating, being able to see all these fluids all the time. Humans are odd. Inefficient. He wonders, vaguely, if that muscle in its mouth is all that flexible or not. Maybe he wants the alien, a normal amount.
“Do you have a gender?”
Huh? “What?” Rocky asks, intelligently.
“I’ve been calling you a male classification in my head. I don’t know, it’s been bouncing around in my head and the idea that I’m, mislabeling you is kind of driving me insane actually.”
“Male?” Rocky asks, head tilted and all hands coming to a stop.
“I’m starting to suspect you aren’t.” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Or don’t have something like that.”
“No.” he confirms. “I have been calling you It in my head. Is this also a mislabel?” he asks, to be polite. He doesn’t really understand it, but the humans heart is beating very fast, so it must mean something to it. Grace stops moving all together, and Rocky looks up from his work, taping on the floor to find him just sitting there. Cocks his head in the way he has seen Grace do too many times now to count. “Hmm.” Grace is floating around in circles; Rocky only knows due to the echoing heartbeat he can hear. “Grace?” He asks again.
Grace shakes his head, clears his throat. “Nah, I guess it doesn’t... matter anymore.” he sniffles, laughs.
Rocky grimaces at the wet noise, then decides he does want the nasty; wet; alien. He comes to this realization with a slight feeling of despair. Accepts the mental gymnastics he was going through to tell himself he didn’t want this. But he does. He wants Grace. Damn. Adrian is going to call him a freak. He owes them so much money.
“Come here.” he tells Grace.
Who does not hesitate to listen. Doesn’t even ask why. Grace is always so good for him. Just pushes off the nearest wall and comes to him. Rocky grabs his ankle as he overshoots, Grace giving a weak squeal of embarrassment. And then Rocky is watching it float over him, feeling all that fluid running through his alien friend, getting to finally see him so well after a month together. Grace is; well without better words, beautiful. Their skin is soft under his thumb; he rubs it back and forth over the jutting bone.
“Does Grace want Rocky?” He asks without mercy.
Grace stutters, but his heart is hammering in his chest. “Yes.” he gets out softly.
Rocky nods, slides his other arms up the calves of his friends legs. Feels the muscles tense and relax under his fingers. He listens, fascinated, as blood circulates quickly through that body. That heartbeat starts racing. Grace lets out a weak breathy noise, barely anything at all, and Rocky feels his interest rocket. Pulls him closer, to himself, presses that lithe body against his larger frame. Nuzzles his face into that warm skin, and licks the sweat that was pooling there. That gets an even better noise. He wonders what Grace will sound like on his knot. He decides he’s going to find out very quickly.
“Does Rocky need to stop?” he asks, hopes that Grace will not want that.
“God, please don’t.”
Rocky nods, pulls the floating man closer to him and starts pulling off the jumpsuit it is wearing. Gets all his hands on him again, finally able to see him so clearly. He runs his hands over all that newly exposed skin, feels every imperfection and hair follicle. His skin is covered in sweat.
“Humans leak while mating too?” he asks, concerned.
“Just assume humans are constantly leaking some kind of fluid Rock.” He sighs out, as Rocky slides his hands all over him.
“Gross,” he mutters as he leans forward and nuzzles into his friends groin. It is hotter here, smells stronger. He feels the muscles twitch under his nose. Licks there too; and that has Grace reaching down with a yelp and a moan, fingers running through his constantly messy hair.
“Starting to think you like it.” He mutters above Rocky; his hips twitching under Rocky’s grasp.
Rocky huffs, leans forwards and licks the sweat from the other side. “Just Grace.”
“Oh.”
He pulls those legs apart with two hands, another reaching up to Graces chest, the last moving up the muscles of Graces torso, feeling all the dips and planes, running his fingers over it’s adams apple, as he had been told it was called.
“Oh, fuck.” Grace whimpers under him as Rocky licks in between his legs. Covering the little hole he finds in his saliva. Dips the tip of his tongue inside and enjoys the way Grace yanks his hair roughly closer to his center.
Grace whimpers under him as Rocky licks in between his legs. Covering the little hole he finds in his saliva. Dips the tip of his tongue inside and enjoys the way Grace yanks his hair roughly closer to his center. Rocky accepts the persuasion, mildly amused, as he licks inside further, loves the way that Grace wraps his legs around his shoulders. He has chosen such a weak mate. He fucking owes Adrian so much money. Sticks a finger inside along with his tongue, moves them in tandem and starts to work open Grace. He wants to be between those thighs fifteen minutes ago, his knot aches. Sticks another finger in.
Grace wails, back arching as he pulls Rocky closer to himself. Rocky goes easily, happily.
“Too much, Rocky! Too fast!”
He rips away, “I hurt Grace?” He rubs his arms over him soothingly, trying to find the source of the hurt, trying to fix it.
Grace sputters, trying to breath through his overwhelm. “Just too fast, can’t go that quickly without some form of extra lubrication.”
“You aren’t lubricated.” He mutters, patting his tool belt to look for something that would not hurt his little, fragile, mate-to-be.
“I’m not a woman!” Is all Grace splutters between his hands, like that means anything to Rocky.
“Yes yes, sure. Hold still so I can make you lubricated.”
“Incredibly unsexy.” Grace tells him.
Rocky rolls his eyes, watching the way Grace’s heartbeat is still racing. Slicks his fingers up and adds them back. Spreads those legs further apart; widens his fingers and dribbles some slick in between them. Loves the way Grace stiffens in his grasp and moans; dipping his fingers in quickly, enjoying the wet squelch and the way Grace starts wiggling against him.
“Stretched enough?” He asks, face pressed against Graces thigh adoringly.
“God Rocky if you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to launch you out of the airlock.” He hisses between his teeth.
“Needy needy needy. My perfect Grace. My cute little mate.” He pulls Graces body from his face, closer to his knot. Opens his jumpsuit with a hand and frees himself from the confines. Lines them up together and thrusts inside while moving Grace towards him. The zero g makes this incredibly easier, lets him manipulate his partners body with precision and ease. Grace whimpers and cries as he uses them for their pleasure. Does not tell him to stop again, and so he doesn’t. Just rocks into him again and again, pulling him flush to his own thighs as he uses it to climb to his peak. He feels his knot swell, pushing against that tight heat. Grace whimpers in confusion until it finally pops inside, leaving Grace wailing as the knot locks them together. He pumps his seed inside, mouthing against Grace desperately.
Grace is limp against him, covered in his own seed and sweat. He is taking great lungfuls of air before clenching around where they are locked together, and leaning forward, knocking his damp forehead into Rocky’s own. “Could’ve told me this fun fact before you locked us together.”
Rocky blinks at him dazedly. “Do not like?”
“I’ve never orgasmed so hard.” He sighs. “But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have told me.”
Rocky presses his lips against Graces cheeks, frowning. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Grace laughs, moving his face from Rocky’s and nuzzling into that wild hair. “That was incredible, Rock.”
“If you liked that, wait till you find out about the aphrodisiac.” He tells him gently.
“WHat?” he screeches.