Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

O kay, so now I knew just how much Seiwa was able to distract me while on those fucking shuttles. Three minutes is a long damn time, thank you very much! My nerves and guts felt every single second of that weightlessness before we finally touched down in the landing bay. It took me an embarrassingly long time to steady myself and walk off the shuttle. I was kind of glad that I didn't recognize a single Norlon in the bay and that my Yook escort didn't say a word about how sweaty I was.

If getting the information about my new assignment to Seiwa wasn't so important, I might've just expired in the landing bay instead.

But I soldiered on, following my escort down corridors that became more industrial as we went. It felt like we kept going deeper into the ship, though I really had no idea if we were going up, down, or sideways. Eventually, we came to a door like the submarine hatch kind at the testing facility.

"I'm not authorized to go any further," my escort said, "so we'll have to wait here a moment."

"What is this place?" I asked with a heaping dose of trepidation because if this fucking door opened into space, I was not going.

"It's very near the engines." She gave me an embarrassed smile and shrugged one shoulder. "I think they might do manual work on the engines themselves from in here."

Okay, so, keeping that sort of thing locked behind a big vault door made sense. Now I was curious to find out what Seiwa was doing in there that he couldn't stop doing to come talk to me. Like not even for a phone call? That sounded critical, like there might be wailing sirens and flashing red lights behind this door, people scrambling to save the ship.

"Um, everything's fine on the ship, right? We're not crashing or anything like that?"

The Yook's yellow eyes widened. "No. Why?"

"Oh, no reason."

The handle on the door spun before it started opening toward us, forcing us to back up. A white-furred Yook with smudges of black that might've been grease glared at us with squinted blue eyes. He snapped something in Norlish, so I looked to my escort.

They spoke briefly, and I thought the most telling part of their conversation was when the white Yook rolled his eyes before pushing the door open further. I suddenly had a feeling that Seiwa wasn't as busy as all this made it seem.

"Thanks for your help," I said to my escort.

"You're welcome. If you need another escort to get back to the landing bay, just have someone reach out to guest services again."

I wasn't sure what would happen next, but it was cool to know they had guest services on the ship.

"Commander," the other Yook called, "your guest is here!"

" Aye fuh-tier-uh! " Seiwa hollered from somewhere ahead of us as I stepped into the dimly lit room.

I'd heard him say that before but hadn't remembered to ask what it meant. The words had to mean something significant, because they wiped all the humor from the Yook's face and had him taking a step back from me. Was Seiwa telling people I was with the FBI? Armed and dangerous? I really wasn't, and if he was going to joke with people, he should let me in on it.

The Yook smiled at me—which seemed weird now since he'd been so grouchy before—and gestured for me to go ahead of him while he resealed the door. Or actually, he was gesturing to where Seiwa was because that was his bunny butt wiggling around as he backed himself out from underneath a large control panel sort of thing that was the height and width of a kitchen counter. I could see that the flat top of it was covered with all kinds of buttons or apps or something like that, and all of them were pulsing at distracting intervals that made me think there was definitely something wrong with the whole panel.

When Seiwa was standing in front of me, I couldn't help smiling because he had a little smudge of black beside his nose and his ears looked dusty. As impressive as he always was, seeing him looking like he'd been working was strangely cute. I wanted to clean him up and get him dirty at the same time.

He smirked at me. "Why don't you all go take a break?" he said rather loudly.

I glared at him since that wasn't the reason for my visit and his team didn't need to think that it was. "We need to talk privately for a few minutes," I added just as loudly and with a big smile.

Seiwa huffed a laugh and crossed his arms as he leaned his butt on the control panel behind him.

"I really do need to talk to you," I said in a normal tone as three Norlons left the room. Which looked a lot easier to do from this side of the massive vault door since all they did was nudge it and it swung open. Like, was that a safety feature? I glanced around the room as if I'd see something dangerous, but it practically looked like a storage space for extra metal and wires. I imagined the inside of Seiwa's bag looked about the same.

"I can give you a way to communicate with me whenever you need to." Seiwa looked around, and I assumed he was looking for his tablet.

"Well, no, actually, that's part of the problem." I made sure we were alone and the door was closed. "Director Stubbins has ordered me to convince you to come back down and negotiate."

Seiwa's brows drew together as he frowned. "He ordered you ."

"Right, yeah." I cleared my throat as I nodded. "Apparently, we weren't discreet."

Since he wasn't wearing a tunic with sleeves again, I could see the way his arm muscles started flexing even though he still had his arms crossed over his chest. Was he mad? Might as well get it all out now then.

"There's more," I said. "Director Kittredge told me to make sure and bring my phone with me."

Seiwa's pink gaze snapped from staring at the floor to my face.

"And see if I could get you to add it to your network."

The only other time I'd heard Seiwa growl was just before he came, which made the heat pooling low in my groin really inappropriate in this the moment since that was a mad noise. He whacked the panel he was leaning on with the side of his fist, and it beeped at him.

"Give me your phone," he said with his hand out.

"Why?"

"Are you connected to their network?"

"Um, I really don't know what?—"

"Do you use their wifi while at work?"

"Yes."

He made grabby hands at me, and I realized where this might be heading.

"Look, you can't hack their computers and stuff," I said with my hands on my hips. "Seriously, you can't."

"Oh, can't I?" he asked with one raised eyebrow that would've been cool under different circumstances.

I groaned. "Okay, you can , but you shouldn't. You could crash the entire global internet whatever in a heartbeat, I'm guessing, but again, you shouldn't do that. Only some of us are assholes, but that would hurt a lot of innocent people."

Whip-fast, he grabbed my tie and hauled me into his chest. I oof ed at the impact against him and my reaction to the growl ratcheted up a few more notches thanks to the manhandling. I put my hands on his chest and stayed right where I was.

"Don't," he snapped, "ever lump yourself in with them."

Huh? Oh, I'd said "some of us." I nodded and eased up a little closer to him. "Yeah, I'm not with them."

"You're not."

He took hold of my wrists and brought my arms down and behind my back, encouraging me to clasp my hands, before he crossed his arms with me caught against his chest. I was mashed against him, immobilized, and then he rested his chin on top of my head and sighed. Was he thinking things through? I didn't want to interrupt, so I kept quiet and kind of basked in being included in his process. It became especially nice when I started to feel his cock filling against my stomach.

"Did you bring your phone?" he eventually asked.

"No, I left it in my car."

He grunted. "I'll get you a tablet to take with you so we can communicate. Don't take it to work."

"Oh, I don't think I'm going to go back. He threatened to fire me—and maybe worse—if I didn't succeed."

Another growl and Seiwa's arms squeezing me had my hips bumping forward to try and find something to rub my aching cock against. But I was positioned so that there was nothing there but the air between his thighs, and I was completely out of luck. I tried taking slow and steady breaths since it was entirely possible that I might be left hanging.

"It's going to suck for a while," I said, thinking out loud, "since I don't have a savings, but I'm hoping my roommates will float me until I can find a new job. That guaranteed income we talked about would come in handy right about now," I said with a fake laugh.

"It's yours then, for however long you need it."

I looked up at him as I frowned. "How could it be mine? You said it's for citizens of Nor."

Seiwa blinked down at me, and I got the distinct impression that he didn't know what to say. Like I'd caught him in a lie. But a lie about what? I'd looked it up and found out that the Norlons having a guaranteed income was actually spurring places on Earth to revisit the topic. No lie there.

I opened my mouth to ask what his face was doing, but he caught mine in his hands and took my breath away with a deep and thorough kiss. Talk of money could wait, thanks, since he'd revved me up and might just be following through now.

Although, yeah… "Do not rip my suit," I said and batted his hands away. His claws had come out in his sudden impatience to have me naked, but since I was about to be unemployed, I was going to need this suit. "See to yourself," I told him as I draped my jacket over the control panel and loosened my tie.

He made a frustrated grumbly noise but took off his tunic and set it across my jacket. Then he stood there like a giant distraction in his skintight pants that seriously bulged in the front and watched me get undressed.

"No one's going to come back from break any time soon, right?" I asked as I shucked my pants and underwear. I was happy to get naked in a space that was so clearly Seiwa's domain, but I didn't want to get interrupted.

"They'll stay away until I call for them."

Completely nude except for my socks—I didn't know why it felt wrong to take them off in here—I turned to face him, ready for whatever. He immediately grabbed me up and and set my bare ass down on the control panel. I gasped at both the cold and the potential to push dozens of buttons on the flat screen with my butt cheeks. "Seiwa, I can't sit here! What if I turn something on?"

He squinted at me and paused in shoving down his pants. "You think our control panels can't tell the difference between a finger and an ass?"

"It knows it's my ass?" I tried to lift up, but realized my hands were all over the controls now and stopped touching the panel. "Oh my god, Seiwa!"

He grumbled and dipped down to tear out a handful of wires from under the panel. As I gasped in horror at the destruction, he said, "There. Now the panel is entirely inoperable. Hopefully no one will need to realign the warp core for a while."

I blinked at him as I processed all of that and got hung up on the fact that I knew what he meant. "Aside from the fact that you just destroyed this thing so we could fuck on it, you actually have something called a warp core?"

He dropped the wires and returned to pushing down his pants. "I'm calling it that so you understand this panel's level of importance."

I lifted a foot, tempted to kick him somewhere. "You're such a dick sometimes."

"I know." He caught my ankle and held it out, spreading me open. "I also know you don't mind." He speared me with a smirk. "At all."

I glared at him, but… Yeah, he was right. His dickishness was growing on me and becoming part of his charm. Dammit.

Seiwa grunted like ha, I knew it and went down to his knees. With me stretched out on the panel, and him down there, we were lined up very nicely for him to blow me. But then I had another thought. "Hold on."

I looked down my body to see him thump his forehead on the panel. I had to bite my lips together to keep from laughing. Eventually, he looked up again, pink eyes squinted and brow furrowed. "What, Ellis?" he growled.

"Um. You know about Star Trek ?"

He sat back on his heels and said, "I needed to understand what the general public knows about advanced space technology and travel. Star Trek and Star Wars kept coming up, so I watched some of the movies after you left me."

Okay, putting aside the fact that Seiwa had watched movies to better understand humans—which was both smart of him and adorable—the way he'd said when he'd watched them made me feel so guilty. After I left him? Clearly, I'd been planning to come back, but it was also obvious now that my leaving had stung him. I hated that I'd done that.

"Come here," I said and waved him up and over me. When he was leaning on the panel with his hands braced beside my shoulders, I cupped his furry cheeks. "How about I stay the whole weekend this time?"

He smiled so big, I could see his buck teeth for a moment before he closed his lips and nodded. "That would be good. I'll take excellent care of you."

I didn't need to be taken care of— Well, alright, I wouldn't say no to that kind of effort. "Feed me and pamper me all you like, but for god's sake, would you fuck me already?"

He rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh but then leaned down and kissed me. While he did that and the fur of his belly ticked and teased at my upthrust cock, I started to hear a crinkly sound that made me think of a mylar balloon. I broke the kiss to see what that was, because if the panel was breaking underneath me, I was going to get the hell off of it.

"Honestly, Ellis," Seiwa grouched.

"What is that?" I nodded toward the silver thing he seemed to be trying to open one-handed.

He sat back form me and used both hands to tear open the top. "It's a travel packet of lubricant."

Okay, convenient, but… "From where?"

"It was in my pocket."

"You keep lube in your pocket?"

He rolled his eyes. "When I was done here, I was going to go to the surface and find you."

Why my mind conjured up the two of us snatching a quickie in the restroom at Danny's Deli, I didn't even know, but I supposed it wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

"May we continue?" he asked with some snark.

I held out a hand for the packet. He looked at my hand and then back at my face. "You don't appear to have any gloves," I explained, "so let me do that, and you can keep your hands clean."

One side of his mouth quirked up and he looked a little dazed for a second before he handed over the lube packet. I scooped it out with two fingers and twisted around to reach my hole, very happy to maybe give him a mind-melting show for a few minutes. He licked his lips a lot while he watched me finger myself open, and then he grabbed my wrist and hauled it and the other one up over my head. A second later, and there was a fat cock working its way up my ass with determination.

I watched him watching me as he broke his own pattern of slow and steady by hammering my hole on that creaking control panel somewhere in the depths of an alien spaceship. Gripping him with my legs, I tried to fuck him back, but when he reached between us and toyed with the piercing in my cock, I couldn't do anything but wail and writhe under him. I was so close. So?—

Seiwa pulled out and bent over, swallowing my cock in such a surprise move that I immediately came down his throat. Straining and hollering, I grabbed the lip of the panel over my head and rode out the startling bliss of his sucking mouth. When I was down to twitching and gasping, he eased off and grinned at me as he fitted his cock back to my ass and thrust deep.

The pleasure was so sharp it bordered on pain, but I just bit my lip and stared up at him as he ground against me. His grin got seriously wicked, and then he was suddenly pounding away at my ass with his jackhammer of a cock. I cried out, straining against him, and took every powerful thrust until he growled and hollered before the low moan of him coming inside me.

We caught our breaths and kissed lazily, his cock still up my ass like he meant to move in. I didn't mind at all. Damn, we were good together.

"Let's go to my quarters," he said in a rumbly voice. "I have a surprise for you."

"Yeah, okay," I said with a grin since I had a feeling it was going to be a sexy surprise.