Cuddlefish - 9. 09

A few days passed in a similar manner. Zane would show Pip around some of the places on the mainland. The Sepida said that the shops around the docks reminded him of something he called a "spaceport." The gymnast tried to ask him more details about it, but it was still quite difficult for Pip to figure out how to say what he wanted to say in English. There were no helpful translation guides like there would be for another Earthian language. Zane had bought more movies while they had been out and about, to add them to the ship computer's database. They hadn't noticed much of an improvement in Pip's English, although the Sepida learned more words that related to romance and sex. Due to that, Pipolphi considered the attempt a success. Overall, however, communication was a struggle that left Zane frustrated and Pip turning unpleasant colors.

The language barriers made cultural barriers more difficult to overcome. But Zane's patient, gentle, easy-going nature combined with Pip simply being Pip seemed to manage misunderstandings that might have blown up with another couple.

The cultural divide came to a head one day when they'd gone back to the mainland. Pipolphi had gotten very good at making his coloring look human and not slip up if his emotions became strong or if something startled him. But when the Sepida saw a little girl who couldn't have been older than six with her long hair done up in intricate braids, Pip turned snow white with shock. He quickly got control of himself, looking closer. The child was holding a man's hand, swinging their clasped hands as they walked. Pipolphi frowned. Maybe Pip was wrong, and it was a very small adult?

The alien tugged Zane's sleeve and gestured to the girl. "Kiddo? Baby?"

"Yes, she's a child," Zane explained. The tall gymnast entertained the idea of them adopting a child one day and became lost in that daydream for a good second. "Isn't she just adorable? Would you ever like to adopt someday, Pip?"

"Adopt someday?" the little Sepida said, obviously distracted as he tucked himself behind Zane and peered suspiciously at the girl, who had sat on a bench to eat ice cream with her feet kicking slowly. Pipolphi's liquid turquoise eyes turned to the man sitting next to her. The man didn't look like a villain. It made Pip's hearts clench to think that such wickedness didn't show on the outside. Evil should look evil. There should be some nefarious mark. But he just looked like a human man, a nice man. The Sepida shuddered, looking around. Why was no one else helping her? Didn't they see how the man flaunted the poor little thing like some cheap spaceport whore?

Zane frowned at how tense his partner became. "Pip, is everything alright? What's wrong?" He followed the Sepida's gaze to the father and daughter. "She's fine. She's got her dad watching her right there."

"Dad? Father?" Pipolphi jerked as though he'd been struck. The petite alien had to struggle not to let his skin flow in the reds and oranges of a challenge-display. "Zay, he's a bad motherfucker!" Pip hissed. "See what he does? How make people see?" Pilpolphi gestured at his own head, going as far as reaching under the hood to tug at his hair tentacles which were appropriately loose, even though they were covered.

Zane couldn't be more confused. "He seems like a decent enough dad to me...what is he doing that upsets you so much?"

Pip groaned in frustration. Was his sweet human blind?

Zane allowed himself to be dragged by his mysterious alien into a small alley where they were mostly hidden. Pipolphi kept peeking around to keep the father and daughter in sight. Zane suddenly wanted to keep an eye on the pair as well. What had the lovely Sepida seen that he hadn't?

Pip peeked around once more before ducking back out of sight, tugging the hood off his head. He fought not to turn some awkward, embarrassed color for what he was about to do. In public, no less. At least no one was looking. Pip glanced around once more before allowing his hair tentacles to wind into braids similar to the ones that poor child had.

"Fuck!" Pipolphi whispered intently, pointing at the braids. "Like this, fuck me. Fuck me. Deep, hard. Take me now, you rowdy beast." The look in the Sepida's eyes was intense, the angry, serious tone and expression not at all matching the words.

The alien thought the father and daughter were a couple. Why did Pip think such a thing about the two? Zane just couldn't figure it out. "Come with me," He urged as they walked even further into the alley. "What is it that you're seeing that I'm not, Pip? Why do you think they would have that kind of relationship?" He asked softly. "Tell me quietly."

Pipolphi whined in frustration but went along. He'd need his human's strength to save the little one.

"Hair," Pip said, a simple word Zane had taught him. The Sepida pointed to his head tentacles, allowing them to unwind to fall loose and limp around his shoulders. It was easy. They seemed to want out of the braids. Pip wasn't feeling sexy in the least. "This film is rated G, for general audiences." He allowed his hair tentacles to come together a bit more, not winding up, but more like a real hairstyle with waves. "PG." The tentacles moved again, coming together fully, draping like a long simple braid over the Sepida's shoulder where Zane could see it easily. "R." Pipolphi took a deep breath and forced his tentacles into a set of complicated braids similar to the ones atop the smiling little girl's head. Pip pointed at them emphatically. "NC-17. For mature audiences." An enraged chirp fell from his anger-tightened lips. "Strong sexual content!"

The Sepida released his tentacles, shaking his head to make the thin tentacles unwind faster. Pip wanted a shower. He felt dirty like it would be worth the discomfort of his skin's allergic reaction to scrub himself tips to toes with Zane's harsh human soap. Pipolphi pulled the hood over his hair tentacles again, though they were trying to flare with the alien's agitation. Zane allowed himself to be dragged back to the edge of the alley, where the father and daughter could be seen again. The man was wiping her ice cream smeared face with a napkin as they both laughed.

Pipolphi trembled with rage, taking a step forward, unable to stand to see the horrible man touch the poor little thing. It was hard for the Sepida to determine the child's age. Humans were too different from Pip's people. But he knew it was only a child. That was enough for Pipolphi. It didn't matter if the human man was bigger than Pip, that the father could no doubt break the Sepida in half. Pipolphi couldn't stand it anymore. He began to march forward, terrified, but resolved to do something to help.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Zane intervened as he quickly scooped Pip up into his arms, to the surprise of the seated father and child. "Excuse us!" The human then quickly brought the Sepida over to the men's restroom before setting him back down. "Wait, let me explain…" He took a deep breath as he thought of the best way to tell his lover about Earthian hairstyles and their lack of connotations. He had never seen the Sepida so upset. The notion was rooted in concern over an innocent little girl, which was quite admirable.

"It's rated NC-17 to Sepida...here, on Earth, it's rated G. Heck, it's rated E, for everyone," Zane insisted. "The father and daughter are not doing any NC-17 things, believe me." He tried his best to show the truth of his words through his eyes. "You trust me, don't you? I would never allow such horrible things to happen to a child if I were in any position to stop it."

Pipolphi thought he was getting the gist of Zane's words, but he wanted to be certain. He tugged back his hood and let his hair twine into braids again. Luckily there was no one in the restroom to see. Pip was too intent on the issue at hand.

"E?" the Sepida asked, the disbelief clear in his voice. "For babies?"

"To everyone here, yes," Zane nodded. "Though, I have to admit that on you, they're quite sexy."

Pip blushed, which didn't come out quite right on his false human skin tone, turning his cheeks purple for a moment. Then the little alien had a thought and groaned.

"I almost punch his lights out, Zay! Poor daddy having fun with kiddo and crazy come knock his block off!" Pip's tentacles unwound. A lock of them grabbed his hood and pulled it up and over his head to hide his face completely. The Sepida covered his hands in his sleeves and hugged himself tightly.

"Hey, it's ok! You didn't know," the taller man insisted as he tugged the Sepida into a hug. "It could have happened to anyone. Besides, you only wanted the little girl to be safe. I really admire that you wanted to jump in and help."

"Pip not help anyway," the Sepida said, his voice muffled by the cloth over his face. "Daddy big. Squash me like a bug." The sigh was heavy enough it was audible through the hood. "Little puddle of silly Pip splatted on sidewalk."

Before Zane could respond, Pipolphi's hood pulled back, helped along by his thin tentacles. The little alien peeked up at Zane with huge, liquid turquoise eyes, the lack of pupil almost making him appear blind. But there was too much focus there to think the Sepida couldn't see. Pip still looked unhappy, but there was an edge of hope in his face, the curve of his full lips. As though it was difficult, but Pipolphi was making a conscious decision not to dwell too much on his bad feelings. He could file it as a learning experience since no harm was done. He didn't need to flog himself for his mistake. Pip wasn't sure he could have done so without Zane being so sweet and supportive.

"I disagree," Zane countered. "If anything, this situation taught me something new and important about you and Sepida in general…" The human leaned down to whisper into Pip's concealed, webbed ear. "Braids are really, really sexy."

The Sepida's breath left him in a rush as his body tightened with sudden, unexpected arousal. His hair, which had been limp and straight moments before, began to wind around itself. Pip reached out, clinging to Zane's shirt, unsure his legs would hold him. All his blood seemed to suddenly leave his brain and flood south. All because of a single whispered sentence and Zane's breath against his ear.

A long set of arms immediately wrapped around the Sepida as Zane quickly reacted. "You alright there, Pip?" He asked. The first thought that came to him was that the petite alien might be dehydrated. "Do you need some water?" But, then, the human took note of how Pip's hair strands began to wind up. He touched one of the twined segments. "Do these also mean that you're aroused?"

Pip shivered. A tendril wound around the human's fingers. The slender tentacle tightened as the rest twined into tighter braids.

"Nnn, 'roused," the little Sepida whimpered, pressing against Zane hard enough that the gymnast could feel Pip's excitement through their clothes.

The taller man mentally cursed. He looked around, but there was no way that he would take the Sepida in a public bathroom stall that anyone could walk in and hear them. On the other hand, they were still on the mainland and it would take a good little while to get back home.

"Wait, Pip, not here," He urged gently as he made up his mind. "I have an idea, come with me." He took hold of his partner's hand and quickly made his way to the nearest hotel. "I first came here back when I was still competing and fell in love with the place. That's part of the reason I took up residence near here…"

The gymnast had never really splurged for himself, so he was easily able to pay for one of the better rooms. The inside of the room almost appeared like the inside of a house or an apartment. The bed was massive and featured a canopy. The balcony was large and spacious, looking out into the ocean. The room even featured an indoor hot tub, which Zane immediately pointed out to Pip.

"Would you like to try it out?" The slate-eyed man prompted.

"Try out Zay, too?" Pipolphi asked, pressing himself as close to his human as possible. His hair was nearly painful; it had twined so tight. But it was a delicious sting that made the Sepida heavy-lidded and his voice a trilling purr.

Now that Zane knew what the tightly-braided hair meant, he saw it in a completely different light. Pip with braids from that moment on meant that the taller man would drop just about everything to dote on the petite alien. He nodded repeatedly. "Absolutely. Yes. Zay definitely try out, too," he agreed as he made a conscious effort not to allow the drool pooling in his mouth to overflow.

Pip pulled an arm out of one sleeve but seemed to struggle with the other since the first arm was lost in the oversized hoodie. The little alien humphed in frustration and ducked his head inside, as though looking for where things had gone wrong. It was surprisingly dark inside his clothes, and he let out a startled yip. Pip tried to get his head back through the hole but missed.

"Zay?" the Sepida called, his voice muffled as Pip reached his only free arm in the direction Pip remembered his lover had been. "Clothes mean to me. I don't do fashion."

The gymnast wasted no time in extricating the Sepida from the offending articles of clothing. "I know. They are mean, aren't they?" he responded as he then began to take off his own clothes. "I'm very grateful that you've been using them while we're out in public. Thank you for all your hard work."

"I would do anything for you, sir." Pip's soft voice was breathy as his gaze traced the muscled curves and planes of the gymnast's body. "You transfix me." The Sepida licked his lips. "Quite."

"The same goes for you," Zane admitted as he tugged the Sepida flush against him. "I'm more than transfixed with you." He then glanced towards the water and stepped into it before turning towards Pip to help him in. "Now, this water is actually warm. So, be prepared to feel that."

The Sepida followed trustingly, holding his lover's hands. Pip stepped in and squeaked, Zane suddenly found himself standing in the jacuzzi with a petite alien wrapped around him. Pip was so small and light. It pulled at something in Zane's chest, a need to cherish, love, and protect the Sepida. Pipolphi looked down at the water suspiciously but snuck one leg down to touch a toe into the water. His skin was a pale orange. Zane couldn't help thinking his lover was the same color as a dreamsicle.

"Ah, warm," Pip said with a brilliant smile, the orange shifting to light green. He splashed his toes in the water before easing his foot down into that heat. His other leg stayed wrapped around his human." Nice," Pip purred.

"Let me know if it's too hot," Zane insisted as he trailed his fingers along the smaller man's back. "We can always just go into the bathtub instead."

"I like hot bathtub," Pip said dreamily, waving his foot around in the swirling water. "Feels nice." The little alien let his other foot down slowly, sliding down the back of Zane's leg. Pip trilled a purr when he had both feet dabbling in the water, utterly trusting that his lover would hold him up.

A relieved smile came across the human's face. "I'm glad. The reason I chose this room in the first place was for you to try it out. Does the water change temperature where you're from?" He asked in curiosity.

"Like hot, cold change?" Pip asked. "Temperature is hot cold?"

Zane nodded.

"Mmm, swim far down, certain place. Water hot. Very hot. From hot underground, underwater. Safe because scary things don't like hot." Pip giggled. "Sepida get hot and bothered."

The tall man swallowed hard. "Hot and bothered, you say?" He confirmed. "Have you ever peeked at other Sepida touching each other? Show me."

Pipolphi squeaked, several locks of his hair freeing themselves to hide the Sepida's face. Pip's wide turquoise eyes peeked at Zane from the little alien's terrible hiding spot. The Sepida couldn't help a soft giggle.

"I maybe watch Sepida, since nobody touch me." Pip snorted another giggle as he splashed his feet in the water and looked up at his positively enormous human. "Don't feel too tall with Zay. And Zay touch me very nicely. Hnnn." Pip's hair drew back, revealing his heart-shaped face. "When like, ahhhmm…" He tried to remember the word, then grinned. "When like cuttlefishies, hot and bothered Sepida all tangled up and rubbing everywhere until make a mess." Pip hid his face in Zane's chest. "Come and ink everywhere." The Sepida took a shuddering breath. "But could show touches when Sepida not like cuttlefish. Could touch and show? Sit in hot bathtub and see if you like it as much as overheated Sepida?"

Zane immediately sat down and nodded almost desperately. He was fascinated with the fact that Sepida seemed to enjoy touching one another in both forms. The more he tried to think about the little cuttlefish-formed Sepida huddling all together, the more perverted he felt. The imagery in his mind was akin to Japanese tentacle porn.

"Sepida like cuddles," Pipolphi explained, practically purring as he draped himself across the gymnast's much larger body. "Not just hands, everything to everything." The little alien showed what he meant by curling close to Zane. Pip nuzzled his human's shoulder, slowly and gently rubbing his cheeks against the tan, warm skin like a cat. The Sepida's chest was pressed tight to Zane's like Pip wanted to be closer than the skin separating them would allow. Pip felt a strange tension slip out of him. The Sepida hadn't realized he'd been holding it within him until it left him. It had been a slow, painful coiling in his heart that had spread to the rest of his body.

It had tightened unpleasantly with every rejection Pipolphi had endured with an embarrassed smile, every time the other Sepida had paired off, and Pip had stood alone and each time he'd swum in the heated waters and he only had his own tentacles or hands to pleasure himself with. Tilly had tried to help. They'd cuddled often, but their relationship was brotherly and not like lovers. A shuddering sigh rolled through the petite form holding itself so close to Zane. It felt so good, so perfect, so right. Pip wasn't sure if it was the warm water or the man he clung to that was making the alien feel so languidly happy that Pip's skin rolled in green and blue waves.

"I like everything to everything cuddles," Zane confessed as his arms wrapped around the Sepida and he nuzzled the top of Pip's head. "I like them very much. Though, I wish I could do more...my hair can't do anything on its own, sadly." He pressed his lips to the Sepida's forehead and just about every inch of his face. "But, I can kiss you all over. I can touch you all over...and we can cuddle like this whenever you wish."

"For realsies?" Pip asked, looking up with delighted wonder on his face. The little Sepida trilled happily, practically wallowing against Zane's body. It was like Pip had been hungry, starving to death slowly, so slowly that he hadn't even known that it was happening. He'd been so hungry for another body against his own, hands to touch him gently, someone to feel him, to know him. Zane's skin against Pip's own, the man's fingers trailing in winding nonsense patterns over the Sepida's back and arms, the soft kisses to Pip's temples and cheeks were filling up something inside Pip that was more satisfying than any meal. Pipolphi shuddered, sucking in a trembling breath.

The human gazed in fascination as the Sepida's skin began to swirl in shades he hadn't seen before. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to Pip's lips and observed the colors once more. "Blues and greens mean you're happy, right?" He asked, seeking affirmation. "You make me very happy, too, Pip."

The little alien chirped and flung his arms around Zane's neck, clinging to the much bigger man.

"Mine," Pipolphi said, his voice choked with emotion. "I keep you. Always, always keep. Love you, Zay. Too good to be true, but I keep you forevers and evers."

"I'd like nothing more than for you to keep me," the human responded with a grin. He couldn't remember the last time he smiled so goofily. The petite alien had reduced him to pure glee. "I love you too, Pip."

The Sepida buried his face in the crook of Zane's neck and made a noise that was an oddly musical combination of a trill, giggle, and squeak. It was an obviously happy noise that pulled a warm chuckled from Zane that rumbled pleasantly under Pip's cheek. Pip pulled in a deep breath and let it out, the warmth of the bubbling water around them going to his head faster than if he'd chugged half a bottle of whiskey.

"Zayyyyyyy," Pip hummed, blinking slowly. "You're pretty as a picture," the Sepida drawled, wiggling into a more comfortable position. He stroked the well-built gymnast's impressive bicep, over a rounded deltoid, to the defined pectoral and the pebbled nipple at its center. "You have nice bump places. Like your body bumps and places between bumps. Bigger bumps are great, but little bumps are the bestest," Pipolphi exclaimed seriously, dipping his head to kiss the nipple.

Zane's breath hitched. He quickly lifted the Sepida onto the edge of the tub and knelt in the water so that they lined up face to face. He wanted to tell the petite alien similar things. He wanted to explain just how beautiful he felt Pipolphi to be. But, as soon as his large hands slid up slippery blue thighs and up the Sepida's back, he became lost in lust. He closed the space between them in a rough grind and claimed Pip's lips in a passionate kiss.

"Hnnnn," Pip hummed as he fell into the kiss, pressing himself tightly to Zane. The Sepida would have fallen right back into the water if Zane hadn't been holding him so close. Their height difference was great enough that even with Zane's head bent down to meet Pip's lips, the human's rigid length was mostly rubbing Pipolphi's thighs. The human was big and long, however, and Pip gasped when Zane shifted, and the warm hard tip of the larger man nudged Pip's balls and the base of the Sepida's equally rigid cock.

"I want you, Pip," The human whispered into a webbed ear before gently biting and sucking on the tip. "Can we?"

"Pretty please, yes." Pip tipped his head, offering himself up to the nibbles that sent happy tingles south. "Zay feels so goooooood. Want to feel…" The Sepida arched, pressing Zane's length harder against him. "All big and wide and pushing all in."

Having expected that they would, Zane had tucked a tube of lube into his pants pocket, which he all but desperately reached for and dug out. Tossing the pants back aside, he poured the product onto his fingers and immediately slid them into the Sepida's entrance, which was warmer than usual due to the water he had been soaking it minutes before. As he stretched his lover, Zane kissed and sucked on the offered neck.

Pipolphi keened, bucking in his lover's arms. The Sepida felt half-crazed, a delicious haze muddling his head. He had a fleeting thought to thank all higher powers for Zane's talented mouth and hands and other, lower things.

"Close," Pip was able to gasp out, his braids coiling impossibly tight as he said the word he'd heard several times on Zane's lips moments before the human had found his completion.

Zane felt the same as he finally breached the Sepida's entrance with his ridiculously hardened shaft. He couldn't remember the last time he had entered anyone and risked cumming on the spot, and yet, there he was. The taller man kept as still as possible, lodged deep inside.

Pip whimpered and wriggled, lips parted and eyes clenched tight as his body also clenched and released spasmodically around the thickness spearing him. The Sepida felt so full, stretched wide, the tip touching him deep inside him. Added to that was the sensation of being surrounded by his human. Big strong arms encircled him, Zane's broad chest and shoulders blocking Pipolphi's view of anything but the man above him. Not that the little alien wanted to see anything else.

"Zay," Pip cried out, his tone begging.

The taller man wrapped his arms around the Sepida and gently tugged him back into the water as he leaned back on his knees and gave a nimble thrust upwards. After some readjustment, the gymnast found a steady pace of rocking into the petite man's heat. It wasn't long before he increased the speed of his movements.

Pip gripped Zane's shoulders and shoved himself down onto his lover's next thrust. It stole the Sepida's breath, his head falling back, his braids trailing in the hot, bubbling water. Pip did it again, and again, spreading his thighs wider as he fought to take all of Zane as deep and hard as he could. Pipolphi would have sworn he could feel the chromatophores beneath his skin pulsing as they turned him deep shades of blue that shifted across his skin like ink dropped in water, the color becoming more and more intense as Pip thought he might lose his poor mind in wanton need and pleasure. The Sepida was getting dizzy from it all. The only thing that kept him from falling back into the water was his hold on Zane's shoulders and the human's hands-on Pip's body, urging him up and down in an increasing tempo that was sending splashes of water over the edge of the jacuzzi and onto the floor.

The sight of the Sepida in such rapture was the most beautiful and sensual thing Zane had ever seen. He changed his hold so that he supported most of Pip's weight with one arm while he used the other arm to gently squeeze and tug one of his lover's braids. "Gorgeous," he hissed. "Just...gorgeous."

{"Zay, f-fuck yes,"} Pip babbled in his birth language. {"Pull my braids. Damn, when they teased me that I would never have anyone to yank on them, I thought they were crazy. Thought they were telling me stupid things. I mean that would hurt, but it feels so good when you do it. Doesn't hurt at all."} Pipolphi never stopped moving, meeting every thrust Zane gave him. {"Please, don't stop. Please, please, please."}

"No idea what you're saying," Zane gasped as he began to angle his thrusts along the Sepida's prostate. "But, it sounds like these," He said as he took hold of two braids and gently squeezed and tugged them at the same time. "Must feel good."

Pip keened in pleasure, risking holding on with only one hand so he could reach down and grip his own erection. He was so hard it almost hurt. Pip squeezed himself at the base, trying to make himself last. Even if it gave him an aneurysm, which seemed like a definite possibility with how the Sepida was feeling, it would be so very worth it.

"I wonder," The human whispered. He continued to take different segments of braids to gently tug them. Then, he leaned down to gently take one of the braids between his teeth in a gentle bite.

Pip squeaked, sucking in a breath. His body went rigid as the sensation of Zane's careful nip shot straight to his core. Pipolphi gripped himself tight, but it was no use. The orgasm ripped through him so violently that Zane had to let go of his gentle bite to avoid hurting his sweet little lover. Pipolphi keened as he spasmed around the hot, hard length spearing him. The Sepida finally had to let go of his own erection. When he did, he spilled into the swirling water. Zane's strong arms were the only thing that kept Pip from thoroughly dunking himself as the trembling alien control.

"Pip!" Zane groaned, helpless to the rolling sensations that kept his flesh captive within the Sepida's depths. He followed the petite alien into bliss, shooting his release deep inside as he carefully held them both above the water. "A-Are you ok?" He asked.

The question wasn't unfounded. Pipolphi was nearly boneless in the man's arms, eyes closed, his slender tentacles slowly uncoiling from their braids to wave in the bubbling water. Pip's skin was shifting from deep blue to alternating bands of deep lilac and pale green. His breaths were deep and shuddering as Pip tried desperately to blink his eyes open. Had Zane said something?

"Hnnn?" was the best the wrung out alien could manage.

Zane gently stroked the side of Pip's face. "Are you ok?" he asked again, softly.

"Zay." Pip struggled to lift a hand to pat the man's cheek softly. "You did a good job. I think you deserve a balloon."

The taller man couldn't help but laugh. "Honestly, Pip, I think the one who deserves a balloon is you," he admitted. "You deserve a lot more than just a balloon."

Zane found a soft terry cloth to help clean them both up and then lifted the Sepida out of the water. He dried himself off and watched in fascination as the petite man rubbed at his own blue-green skin with just his hands. Pip didn't really need drying, not in the same way humans did.

"Let's get some rest," the human suggested as he motioned towards the large hotel bed.

"Can't walk," Pip said sleepily, blinking slowly and holding his arms out to Zane. "Help?"

The gymnast didn't hesitate to lift the Sepida into his arms and carry him to bed.