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I Don't Regret	By : JasminSteele Category: M through R > Predator Views: 3942 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight
One Crazy Mother
Otic nearly drove me insane the first week Tox and Boedog had left. She had only arrived recently, coming in at her brother's request to help 'watch' me, though I could handle myself. She was also there to help oversee our home and make sure nothing bad happened to it. Otic happened to be a high ranking Arbiter, which was the equivalent to a law enforcer. She wasn't like a police officer, though, she was the judge, jury and executioner, as far as she explained it.
She wouldn't stop talking during our meals together, in her language no less, and I found out a great deal about her, more than I ever wanted to. Thankfully she understood English, thanks to Thaiden but, she was everywhere. She even woke me up a few times to continue her saga to me and by the end of the week I was ready to try jumping out of a window just to get some peace and quiet.
"I know my constant rambling has been bothering you," she said during breakfast the day after I wanted to kill myself. "It is for a reason," she stated simply. "If anything should happen to me, if anyone you don't know comes around here, you can ask them detailed questions and know the answer."
"That paranoid, huh?" I asked then regretted it immediately. Otic shot up to stand and leaned over the table making me nearly fall off of the bench. Anger flared in her eyes and just as she was about to roar at me she burst out in laughter instead.
"I just wanted to see how much you could take of an old woman rambling," she said between her laughing. My face was bright red and I deflated from the tension she caused me. "Thaiden said you were very patient, I just wanted to see if it was true," she said with wide eyes. "I promise not to make fun of you for this, you've been a perfect gentleman," she finished with a nod. "It's also nice to have nice company," she said more gently. I could only nod and stare at her as she left the table.
Good God, I thought she was going to kill me, and I really thought she was going to, too. I was never really briefed about Otic, all I knew was that Boedog wasn't entirely comfortable leaving me behind with her. I understood why, she was a bit unpredictable and when I thought back through all her ramblings she wasn't really telling me her life's history. It was more like she was a gossiping girl from Earth, telling me what was happening on the space station, a few pirates she had caught on her way to the planet and so on. She also had a lot to say about her younger brother, Thaiden, how he had changed over the last few years and how she expected him to have not captured a 'test subject'. I knew what she meant by it but it still made me feel uneasy. She must have really wanted to test my patience.
Later that day I found out the old man was planning a hunt of his own which meant leaving me completely to his sister's mercy. He didn't tell me where he was going but he did say his venture would be shorter than my lover's, a month at most and that he would leave near the end of Tox and Boedog's hunt so they could get home at the same time. The suddenness of his trip didn't really bother me, he was the Elder, the ruler of his home, and he didn't even need to tell me anything if he didn't want to but, he was also my friend. I trusted him very much and understood that he really had my best interests at heart when he 'kidnapped' me and took me with him. I had argued the point a couple of times but in the end I was always thankful. He saved me from the complicated and messy world I didn't know what to do with.
A huge sigh escaped me when I made it to Boedog's room after I was done eating. He said I could use it without reserve and I did. The only time I slept in my own bed was when it was still light outside. I curled around his favorite blanket and breathed in deeply remembering what he told me about the hunt. It was going to be a long, arduous one. They sometimes lasted a full Earth year but I was hoping against hope it wasn't going to. With such a large hunting party they figured not everyone would get a chance to take a trophy the first time around. Their goal was to have every student get a trophy or die trying and if it took a year, then it took a year but, I had to remind myself that an Earth year was only a fraction of a year for a Yautja.
I sighed again and remembered back to when Boedog and I started to really like each other, when we started to try being more than just comrades, it was a shock to my system, I never had any idea that he even liked me more than a comrade to begin with.
Nervous wasn't the right word I wanted to use when I realized just how much I trusted my friends. I especially trusted Boedog more than the other two but that was because we had grown very close over the last year and a half, when I first started to trust them. He never left my side, even as the language barrier made it difficult. It was when I told him we could be frustrated together with learning each others languages that we had a moment of some kind. In that moment I could have leaned over and kissed him, as soon as I realized that…I didn't know what to think. I had no idea what to think of myself or how to start thinking of Boedog. I had nearly leaned over and kissed him.
Had he known? Did he share the same moment I had? Was I really attracted to him? I wasn't gay, not by a long shot but… He had never shown that kind of interest in me, would he ever? Was I doomed to be a bachelor forever? Finding a girl wasn't an option, I had no options…except for Boedog…and I was falling for him.
After being tormented by my thoughts I finally went to him, it had been a few weeks since I had that special moment with him and I had to know if I could even explore that option, I wanted to explore the option because, in truth, I had grown to trust him to the point of caring deeply for him and if that wasn't love I didn't know what was.
"Hey," I said when I sat across the crafting table. Boedog was leaned over sewing some new clothes for me to wear. He looked so focused, so experienced, it made butterflies flutter in my stomach. He was confident, sure of himself yet very gentle. His personality and demeanor were that of a best friend, a friend that you liked too much to just be friends with.
"Hey, yourself," he said lightly then paused his work. "You look troubled, is everything alright?" he asked and I looked down at my hands. I didn't know how to start the conversation, I didn't even know if I wanted to start the conversation. Once I started it there was no turning back.
You'll never know if you don't ask, I told myself and I sighed.
"Can we talk?" I asked and he set down his things.
"Of course, what's on your mind?" he said with a thick accent. That accent suddenly sounded sexy to me and I blushed and started to fidget. He must have sensed how nervous I was because he got up, came around the table and knelt in front of me. He even went so far as to take both of my hands in his which made me blush even more. That wasn't something he had ever done before. The physical contact we shared was limited to fist bumps, pats on the back and the occasional hug or hair ruffling.
"What is it, Mei-hswei?" he asked me and our eyes locked. I didn't recognize the term he used but he said it gently, like it was a pet nick name a girl would give to her boyfriend.
"It's about…your culture mostly," I said scrunching my brow. "I just wanted to know about relationships."
"Relationships?" he asked and his brow furrowed in confusion. It was so endearing I had to smile.
"Yeah, relationships between one another. Do guys ever pair up with guys? Girls with girls? Or is it strictly guy and girl relationships?" I asked rather 'boldly'. It was the only way I knew how to break into the subject without labeling myself among the 'I'm attracted to guys' part because I wasn't attracted to guys, I was attracted to Boedog.
"Ah, I see," he said and nodded with a smile in his eyes. He still didn't know English entirely yet and he took his time thinking of how to word his phrases so I could understand them. I didn't understand his language very well at all, I was grateful he was taking the time for me.
"Males do get together," he said slowly, "so do females but, it is more common for the males," he said and squeezed my hands.
It hit me again as I realized we were sharing a moment, him kneeling in front of me, holding my hands and me looking down at him, unsure of myself.
The look in his eyes told me that he was one of those males that liked other males, that he liked me and that yes, he wanted me to like him in that way.
Without warning I slid off of my perch, gently took my hands out of his, took his head in my hands and leaned down. My lips touched his warm leathery skin and kissed his forehead. I had no idea what else I could do, kissing his lips was out of the question because, frankly, he didn't have any.
"Tobias," he whispered and looked at me in slight surprise when our eyes met again. For a split second dread knotted my stomach because I thought he was caught completely off guard and not in a good way.
I was even more surprised when he leaned up and wrapped me in a hug, his face next to my neck, and purred loudly. One of his hands rubbed lightly up and down my back sending shivers down my spine, his other arm suddenly went underneath my butt and without saying a word he lifted me and set me onto his crafting table.
Passion suddenly overtook my senses as he leaned in and purred again. His forehead touched mine and I closed my eyes, my hands wandered on their own touching his chest then reaching up to touch his mandibles. His purr only got louder as I let my hands roam around his face, the more I touched his mandibles the heavier the musk became in the air.
Suddenly he just buried his face in my stomach, his hands around my back, and breathed in deeply. I had no idea what he was doing but I cradled his head all the same. When he came back up to look me in the eyes he tilted my head to the side and buried his face again into my neck only his motion was different.
A hot, slick tongue found my neck and I shivered and gasped as I felt his teeth gently graze my skin. The hand holding my head was welcomed because he would have knocked me over without it.
Boedog didn't stay at my neck for very long, he soon followed my collar bone then found my throat. I was slightly nervous but I tilted my head back and closed my eyes to let him work. His hot breath against my skin was turning me on more and more, I was already rigid between my legs but I didn't want to let him know that.
My nervousness suddenly grew as he started to trail down my chest to my stomach, how far was he going to go? Were we going to go 'all the way' so soon? It was my first time and I was definitely not ready for that. A make out session would have been just fine with me but I didn't know how to stop him without making it look like I thought I was making a mistake.
"Boedog," I whispered as he got too close to my manhood. He either didn't hear me or he ignored me because he didn't stop, he even tucked his fingers under my 'shorts' and was about to pull them down. "Boedog!" I said urgently and he stopped, fingers still tucked under my clothes and a very cute expression of confusion on his face.
"What is it, Mei-hswei?" he asked and he was actively searching my eyes for why I made him pause.
"I don't know how far I want to go," I said with a scarlet blush. "I've never been with another guy, I've never been with anyone," I admitted but instead of frustration or pleading coming through his eyes they softened. His hands slipped away from my clothes and he leaned in, inches away from my face, hands cupping my cheeks.
"I will take care of you," he said with deep and sultry voice. "You needn't worry about taking care of me," he finished slyly and it made me blush even more, butterflies erupted in my stomach and I almost started to shake with nervousness and excitement as he leaned down and tucked his fingers under my clothes again. Was it really happening?
"Relax," he purred gently to me so I did. He managed to strip my clothes down and tossed them aside, his head leaning down to my most sensitive area.
For a split second again the nervousness returned, he didn't have any sort of lips and I was worried more about his teeth than anything, I knew they were sharp and without a buffer I didn't want anything bad to happen.
I tried to sit up but he pushed me back, so far that I ended up lying on the table staring at the ceiling. He gently supported my legs with his arms and when I looked up I saw his tongue, his very long tongue, about to wrap around my rigid manhood.
Instead of watching I leaned back and closed my eyes, he apparently knew what he was doing. I was only reassured that he indeed knew what he was doing when I felt his hot breath one moment then his slick tongue the next.
My back arched in pleasure at his first stroke, it had been too long since I had even touched myself, I never thought to do it, I was too distracted with my surroundings and what was going on. Pleasure just escaped me and since I was experiencing it again I knew it would end all too soon.
It did end, very soon, I only lasted a few seconds before I erupted, I didn't even have enough time to warn Boedog before I felt sweet release and I felt more than embarrassed when I did. I didn't even open my eyes until I heard purring directly over my head.
When I opened my eyes Boedog was looking down at me, standing on the other side of the table, I hadn't even noticed he let go of my legs.
"Are you alright?" he asked. There was concern in his voice and eyes but my face only blushed more.
"It's been a while," I tried to explain, "I usually don't…go so quickly," I said sheepishly.
"You did just fine," he said with a smile and leaned down to touch his forehead to mine. "You did say you have never been with anyone," he reminded me and I smiled. At least he was taking it into consideration.
Still embarrassed I sat up and looked for my clothes, when I looked back they were waiting in Boedog's hand, a smile still in his eyes.
"Your face isn't cooling down," he said after I slipped my clothes back on which only made me blush even more. "Are you sure you are alright?"
"I'm fine…never been with a…guy before," I said and felt terrible about it. I wasn't gay but I wasn't a homophobic. I was open minded and I truly felt a connection to Boedog. I couldn't explain it other than it was a deep sense of trust that was also love.
"Ah," he said and came around the table to kneel down in front of me. "If it's not what you want, I understand."
"I do want this," I blurted suddenly and my hands went under his chin. "I do," I repeated softly, "it will just take time."
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