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  HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

  An erotic interlude with the characters of

  DETAILS OF THE HUNT

  Laura Baumbach

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  Home for the Holidays

  Laura Baumbach

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  Aidan Maymon leaned his head back and let the heat flow over his body, enjoying the delicious decadence of the steamy, unnatural rain. The majority of things and people in his new lover's twenty-seventh century world were perplexing, frustrating, irritating, and confusing for an eighteenth-century pirate. But this hot, luxurious running water was amazing and pleasant. He found he almost enjoyed bathing.

  But his favorite part was the sex he and his powerful bounty hunter indulged in while in the shower. He had been introduce to his alien lover's unique and expert sexual skills in this very shower, along with the fine art of kissing a man and enjoying it.

  He wasn't a virgin to man-on-man sex by any means, but the tender, rough, thrilling sex they shared was so much different with his brawny, stoic warrior than any Aidan had ever experienced before. It was mind boggling and blissful, and Aidan couldn't get enough of it.

  Which was why he was presently wasting away his time taking too long in the shower, hoping Talos would join him now. When his skin started to wrinkle, Aidan gave up and stepped out of the shower area, disappointed when the glorious rain instantly stopped. He liked the sound of it almost as much as the feel.

  Ignoring the drying vents that had turned on the moment the water had stopped, Aidan shook himself all over like a dog coming out of the ocean surf, water flinging everywhere. He squeezed the moisture out of what little Dr. Jaclyn Rice had left of his once waist-length hair, resenting the doctor's diligent efforts all over again. After all, what had been the harm of a few dead bugs? They were dead ‑‑ matted in his hair but dead.

  Shaking his head in silent, lingering resentment for the doctor's actions, he walked to the exit, drawing up short when the door stayed closed. Normally, it automatically knew he was coming and slid out of the way. This time it didn't budge. He knew Talos was on the other side of the door where he had left him.

  Even now he could hear the occasional low growl the hunter usually made when he was doing something he found frustrating coming from the bedroom they shared. Talos had sent him off to the shower to get him out from underfoot, saying he needed time alone to converse with his family off world.

  Commander Marius and Dr. Jaclyn had insisted on the two of them joining them for a feast on the official day and Talos had accepted. The doctor then had coaxed Aidan into promising to tell a group of the station’s school children about how he had celebrated the holiday during his time period on earth in the Caribbean.

  He was considering the merits of telling the truth about his usual drinking until he could barely stand, pickpocketing the crowds at the traditional Jonkonnu celebrations, and then spending said procured funds at the local whorehouse versus limiting himself to describing the colorful masked Cow and Head dancers, the massive feasts of pork and fruit, and the fun of the sweets and games. He still couldn't make up his mind which way he would tell the story, possibly giving them a little of both to make up for the good doctor having put her cutting blade to his prized hair.

  With their friends and the majority of the human population on the space station caught up in preparing for the coming Christmas holiday, the fuss and ritual seemed to kindle a sort of frustrated restlessness in the big, stoic warrior.

  Aidan didn't understand it. Oracans didn't celebrate the holiday. And since Aidan had been banned from picking pockets on the station (a fine point Aidan didn't intend to bring to anyone's notice) and drinking to excess, the holiday was really just another day. He would miss the music and the dancing but gift-giving and religious expressions were best left others more deserving, in his way of thinking.

  He pushed aside thoughts of the celebration and concentrated on getting out of the water closet he was apparently locked in. He pounded an impatient fist on the smooth metal door.

  “You bloody beast! Are you fixing to let me come to bed with you, mate, or am I to make me berth in here for the night?”

  He tossed his wet hair out of his eyes, smiling at the muffled growl that answered him from the bedroom. At least the domineering bastard didn't plan on leaving him here. Aidan was looking forward to the night.

  The burly alien bounty hunter had captured his heart as well as his body when he had rescued him from the ocean depths while shanghaiing him. It had been the strangest and best thing that had ever happened to Aidan, and he was living every fascinating day to the fullest.

  Being thrust seven hundred years into the future was confusing, but his mate had made it bearable and enticing. Having a male lover he could openly call his own and share his bed with was a new and exciting experience for the young pirate, and he was taking full advantage of it.

  Suddenly the door popped open. Aidan was taken aback for a moment, unsure if he was in the same bedroom he and Talos called home or not.

  The room was awash in red and green lights, their hues soft and muted. He had no idea where they were hidden, the colors just were. The same pleasant smell of greenery that had invaded the community gathering hall for the holiday filled his senses, and the sharp bite of cloves and several other coveted and valuable spices made his nose wrinkle in anticipation. Candles flickered all around the room, sitting on every surface that could support them safely. The effect was exotic, festive, and seductive all at once.

  Shaking off the lingering water droplets along with his confusion, Aidan's bobbing cock hardened to half mast, and his walk became a bit of a sexy saunter as he approached his silently waiting mate.

  Talos stood in the center of the room, wearing his usual dress, his broad, heavily muscled chest and arms naked and inviting.

  Pressing so closely to Talos that the lingering drops from his shower dripped from his lover's skin, Aidan reached out and rubbed his palms over the hard cartilage nubs on the warrior's breastplates. He didn't understand why, but he knew it inflamed the hunter's desires and he was very much interested in a bit of fire to warm up with right now.

  “I see
you've redecorated a bit whilst I was scrubbing me bones.” He smiled up into Talos' brilliant violet eyes, a wry twist to his full lips. “The candles are a nice touch, but can't say the green and red do much for your eyes, luv.” He tipped his chin in a questioning tilt. “What's the grand occasion?”

  Grabbing Maymon's wet, slippery ass and tightly muscled thighs, Talos kneaded the smooth flesh, reluctant restraint in his expression. “A gift. I thought it might make being here more pleasant for you. Humans seem to want to be reminded of their birthplace during this religious ritual season.” Talos lightly kissed Aidan lips. “I wanted to give you pleasure.”

  “I know a better way for you to give me pleasure, luv.”

  The pirate seized the opportunity and pulled Talos' hairless, thick-skinned head back down to ravage the hunter’s skilled, sensual mouth. Talos was the first male to actually kiss him as a lover and Aidan had discovered he loved doing it. Besides, the alien tasted like brandy, Aidan's favorite beverage.

  After one startled second, Talos returned the voracious attention, stroking Maymon's tongue with his own, drawing a low moan of pleasure from his lover.

  Aidan's fully erect cock jabbed against Talos' thigh. The pirate squirmed, trying to get closer, then shoved Talos backwards. Still entwined, they both bounced on the large bed behind them. The pirate refused to release his hold on the warrior, keeping their lips sealed together and his tongue down Talos' throat.

  Straddling the hunter's chest, Aidan tucked his knees into both of the Oracan's underarms, planting his bare ass on Talos' sternum and sitting up straight, his eager cock bobbing in the air between them.

  “Never celebrated Christmas the way your commander and Doc Rice do. This is all very lovely, mate, but doesn't mean much to me.” He rubbed his palms over Talos' chest and delighted in the way his rough, tough lover seemed to melt into the bed.

  A frown pinched together the nubbed ridges that ran above Talos' eyes. “With all the English sailors around Jamaica during that period in Earth's history, I thought you'd have acquired their customs just like you did their accent.”

  “Learned to speak the King's English on board ships and from the sailors in port, but me mum raised me and she's Indian, luv. 'Sides, the Caribbean does things a might differently.” Aidan caught a fleeting glance of disappoint skitter across his lover's face. “But it were a lovely and kind thought.” He wiggled his ass still resting on Talos' chest and watched the light in the hunter's eyes turn heated and bright.

  Slowly sliding backwards off the warrior's long, thick body, Aidan evaded Talos' grasping hands and got to his feet.

  “Caribbeanians celebrate Jonkonnu with dance. Performers parade down the streets of town and entice villagers to pay them for songs. If you pay you get a blessing on you and if you don't you get a biting song to embarrass you. But the dancing is the best part of the fun. I'll show you.” Aidan shook his hair out of his eyes and ran his hands over his naked body in slow, provocative strokes. “Consider it my gift to you.”

  Grabbing a slim candleholder, Aidan blew out the flame and removed the candle. Taking a firm grip on the stick, he began beating out a primal one-two-three beat on the tabletop for several minutes, then he tossed the makeshift musical instrument in the air to Talos. The hunter caught in one beefy fist.

  “Beat it like I just showed you. On the floor.” He winked and gave Talos a cocky smile. “Easier if you can hear the music in me head this time, too, luv.”

  A deep, pulsing rhythm filled the room as Talos began beating the wooden candleholder on the floor, occasionally adding a tap to the side of the bed. As a member of a warrior race, primitive ritual was a part of his heritage and he was very familiar with the sexual implications of the beat of drums. His glance locked on Aidan's naked, now swaying body as his fist beat out the tune. His free hand found his own cock and he stroked it in time to the movement of his lover's hips.

  Not having indulged much in dancing during his previous life, Aidan still had a smooth, flowing sway to his walk under the best of conditions. Years of life aboard ship had taught him that. When he added the seductive urges his mate made him feel along with the genetic changes being a lover to an Oracan caused in his body, he found performing a dance for his lover exciting and arousing.

  Aidan spread his legs, bent his knees, and moved his arms through the air, mimicking all the many dancers he had witnessed in his early years on the islands. The dancers had been exciting and athletic in their movements. He tried to copy some of their more suggestive and sensual moves, picking ones that accented his naked stated and his erect, bobbing cock.

  He stomped closer to Talos, his gaze taking in his lover's every reaction, watching for the moment when all the violet color disappeared from the hunter's eyes and only the yellow remained. By then he knew the warrior would be ravenous for him and would take him without hesitation. Aidan was amazed by the way Talos loved him ‑‑ hard and powerful, while still caring for his every need at the same time.

  Hips rotating and thrusting in time to the drumbeat, Aidan edged closer to the bed. The primal beat invaded his blood and his heart seemed to pulse along with it. A fine sheen of sweat covered his body and he shivered, adding a shimmy to the dance that caused his lover to gasp. Aidan shimmied again and grinned when Talos swallowed hard and continued to stare, the beat taking on a more powerful tone and moving faster.

  When he was only two feet away from the bed, he turned and presented his firm, smooth ass to Talos. The stoic hunter lay propped up, stretched out on the side of the bed silently watching, waiting, and beating out the tempo. As he reached around to spread his cheeks open, Aidan found his arms pinned to his side and his body lifted off the floor to be deposited on the bed beside Talos. The pulsing beat was merely an echo in the room.

  Talos made a rich, deep clicking ta-ti sound at the back of his throat and gave his young lover a look that Aidan thought of as pure, white-hot, lustful need. Aidan scrambled over Talos' body and positioned his ass against the hunter’s groin. He stroked his open palms over his lover's softly yielding breastplates.

  The pirate's ass clenched and his asshole spasmed, anxious to be filled. A blunt poke from behind fanned his needs higher. He scooted back until his ass rested directly above Talos' impatient cock. Strong hands aided his movements.

  Aidan hissed and then panted as the suction cup-tipped tubulars surrounding the Oracan’s long, stout cock tapped the sensitive flesh of his spread and presented opening. Each tip grabbed and nipped at his body until it found a suitable spot to latch onto. The sensation was full of tiny pangs of needle-like jabs and soft, teasing sucks that felt like small, nipping kisses to his skin. As usual, several questing tubes burrowed under his body, seeking out and finding the delicate flesh of his scrotum and the bulging root of his shaft where it attached to the floor of his perineum.

  Moaning, Aidan rolled his head on his shoulders. He raised up as far as the attached tubulars would allow him, swiftly reached behind, and guided Talos' eager cock to his opening. With a half-lidded glance at Talos to be sure the warrior was watching, he slowly sank down onto the long, smooth shaft, gasping and grunting as it undulated into him.

  His ass fluttered and clenched around Talos' cock as it thickened and moved inside of him. His own shaft bobbed between his wide-spread thighs, leaking pearls of milky white. His swollen, hot nipples ached to be touched.

  Steadying himself with one hand on his lover's pressure-sensitive, heaving chest, Aidan began to raise and lower his hips, delighting in the delicious rippling effect that the combination of his movement and the cock's own wiggling produced. A warm, tight fist engulfed his cock and began a slow, leisurely caress up and down the length of his shaft in time to his own rhythmic hips movements.

  The hunter shifted under Aidan's weight and the pirate leaned into the warm, muscular thighs of his larger lover. He fell forward and grabbed the hunter's face for a kiss, gasping as the change in position shifted the shaft inside of him to rub directly over his pr
ostate. He shuddered at the ripple of sizzling sparks that shot up from his groin. He pulled Talos' face to him and rubbed his own wet, hot lips over the Hunter's willing mouth.

  When they finally broke off the embrace, Maymon panted as if he had just climbed to the top of his ship's crow's nest and back down again.

  “Could get to like celebrating the holidays with you, luv. Maybe we need a few Christmas traditions of our own, eh?” Maymon hissed and wiggled his ass against Talos' clutching, sucking groin.

  Talos wove a hand through Maymon's hair and turned the pirate's face so he could purr in his ear, proclaiming, “We'll have decades together to make them. Christmas dance will be the first one.” He gave his “I love you” clicking sound of ta-ti and another deep, blistering kiss.

  Talos shifted his hips, plunged his cock deeper and rolled them both over on the bed. Latched together by their groins and mouths, Aidan had no choice but to ride out the action.

  Once Talos had Aidan under him, the hunter began thrusting into Aidan's ass in long, hard, deep strokes that brushed over his prostate both coming and going. White lights exploded in Aidan's head and his nerves felt like they were on fire.

  The hunter's snakelike cock wriggled and squirmed inside of him, touching places no one else ever had. It sent shivers of delightful, exotic bliss up his spine. The sucking kisses from the attached tiny tubulars heightened his awareness of the tender flesh around his hole, and he reveled in the burn and stretch of the tight muscles that guarded his opening.

  Every stroke out was like a rough caress and every forceful thrust jarred his core and sent spikes of burning pleasure through his entire body. Even his flesh sizzled and gleamed in the candlelight. Aidan's climax barreled down on him without warning, and he arched and cried out his pleasure.

  The orgasm peaked with a staggering force and Aidan floated on the crest of it for an incredibly long time; the momentum sustained by Talos' continuing thrusts the sucking actions of the tubulars, some of which and burrowed inside his ass along with Talos' shaft, were now nipping and sucking at the nerve-filled ring of muscle from the sensitive inside.