One of my favorite scenes from Collective Memory. Cayl is an alien come to Earth to arrest an evil alien who wants to take over the universe. Until he can catch the bad guy, Cayl has to learn how to live with human senses.
The sounds of shuffling dragged Mace out of his bed and down
the hall to his guestroom. He stopped by the door. Footsteps padded across
creaking floorboards and back again. Cayl was obviously having a hard time
sleeping. Unable to resist, Mace pressed his ear up against he door. Step,
step, grunt, and what? A whimper? What the hell was going on?
Mace tapped on the door, opening it as he poked his head
inside. Cayl stood in the middle of the room, moonlight streaming across the
floor, his hands propped on his hips, his jeans hanging low. His shirt was
gone, thrown on the floor like he’d ripped it off in a fit of irritation.
“You okay, man?”
“I do not understand how you do it.
“Do what?”
“How do humans shut off these senses long enough to find
rest?”
Mace hid his grin. So the guy was going to continue his “I’m
an alien” routine. That was okay. He could play like that.
Cayl spun around and glared at him. “If I could possibly get
used to the scent of the bedclothes, there is the constant hum of your food
storage unit and the tree brushing against the roof.” He paused. “And if I
could ignore all of that, my shaft has remained hard since we left that club
making it impossible for me to sleep.”
Mace let his gaze drop to Cayl’s crotch and sure enough,
there was a distinctive bulge that indicated the poor man was in some discomfort.
Oh yeah. I can definitely play with that.
“How am I to correct this?” Cayl demanded.
“Correct it?”
“It’s obviously defective. I was given to understand a male’s
shaft got hard when the human was preparing for intercourse. I am alone and
quite obviously not preparing to have intercourse, so why is it hard?”
“You were hard at the club,” Mace pointed out.
“But Agent Denning, who is female, was present and rubbing
against me.” Agent Denning? Mace had to
ask Devin about that. “That was a logical explanation. The body believed it
might have some chance at penetration.”
The edge of Mace’s mouth kicked up. He could almost believe
this guy didn’t understand fucking. But the way he’d kissed Devin and sucked
her tits…fuck, that had been hot.
Cayl’s mouth crinkled into an irritated line. “I don’t know
what to do when one is alone.”
“Okay, um, you…” Hmm, how did he explain this? “You rub it.
You know, put your hand on it.”
Cayl shook his head and sighed. “I tried that. Touching it
only makes it worse.”
Mace’s smiled broadened into a full-blown grin.
“You have to kind of do it for a bit. It gets worse before
it gets better.”
“You’ve done this?”
“Many times.”
Cayl pulled open the button fly and shoved them down, his
cock popping out as it was freed and stretching long, hard and thick.
“Please show me this technique. I cannot tolerate this
sensation much longer.”
Show him? Come on. You can do it. Give a hand job to the
hot guy in your spare room who thinks he’s an alien.
There were all sorts of reasons why he shouldn’t do
this—first and foremost being this guy might be insane—but the thick cock
pushed aside the concerns. He walked across the room to where Cayl stood. Cayl’s
broad chest tapered down into a ripped stomach. Hmm. Nice. Hard and firm.
Thick. He shook his head when he realized
he’d moved past describing his chest and returned his attention to Cayl’s cock.
Cayl tipped his head to the side as if to urge Mace to
hurry. Demanding little shit. Except he wasn’t little. Not where it counted.
Not anywhere.
