Connor sucked in a mouthful of gross, slimy water and he reared his head back to find air.

He found it, muggy, bug filled air, and he choked and spewed out his mouthful gracelessly.

He was on his hands and knees in swamp water. He panted for breath and whipped his head around, getting hair in his eyes as he looked frantically for signs of life.

M stood on the muddy shore a few yards away. He was dressed in red shorts and a white tee. His chin length hair was tucked neatly behind his ears. He looked pristine.

Connor growled and staggered to his feet. He sloshed through the murky water and grabbed onto the blond by the front of his shirt.

“What the fuck!” he screamed. M tilted his head back to keep eye contact. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Where are we?!”

“Where do you think?” M said and Connor almost shoved him in the dirt, he was filled with so much burning anger. Instead, he looked around some more.

“We’re back at my house... “ he said. “Shit. The trailer!” He let go of the blond and pulled himself out of the water.

The back side of the trailer looked the same as it always had. The place was dirty looking and surrounded by unkempt bushes and shrubs. He went around to the front, crunching through the gravel drive.

He yelped in surprise as the rocks bit into his socked feet. He rushed through the pain though, trying not to think about what had just happened and what was going to happen next… He jumped up on the porch and wrenched open the screen door, but it only opened a few inches.

Connor hissed through his teeth. There was a chain and a padlock on the door now. It went around the handle on the outside latch and looped around the knob on the main one behind it.

He yanked on the screen door a few more times, but it didn’t give.

“Connor…” M said.

But Connor ignored him. “I guess we’ll have to break in,” he said with a growl. He leapt off the step and kicked through the rocks, looking for one big enough to put through the living room window. It was nothing but a bunch of little pebbles though. “Fuck this!” he yelled and a couple birds scattered from the tree branches overhead. “Fuck you, too… fucking… birds!”

“Connor—”

“What!?”

M nervously licked his lips. He looked up into the sky, what he could see of it anyway, through the sprawling tree branches dotted with leaves. “We shouldn’t be here,” he said.

“Why the hell not!”

“I don’t understand, Mother shouldn’t have brought us back here. The agent—”

“I don’t want to fucking talk about that!” Connor cried. “I don’t want to talk about any of it!” He grabbed a handful of gravel and threw it violently at the front window. The little pebbles bounced off the pane and fell away harmlessly.

Connor seethed with anger.

“Please, we need to leave—”

“And go where?!” he yelled. He looked down at himself. He was dressed in the same outfit he’d gone to sleep in the night before; socks, sweatpants, and an old t-shirt. All of it was wet and dirty. M, of course, had found some opportunity to change.

What an asshole he was…

“Where’s all our stuff?” Connor snapped. “Where’s my change of clothes?”

M continued to stare at the sky.

Connor spit angrily at the ground between them. “You’re so fucking helpful, M. I have no fucking clue what to do now… We shouldn’t be here? Well, this was your idea! You said we could go anywhere!”

M lowered his head a bit, though he didn’t make eye contact. He looked past Connor, at the shitty trailer they’d once called home. “I didn’t think you’d try to come back here,” he said.

“Well, I did,” Connor snapped. “I talked to Hannah the other night…” M’s nose wrinkled up with distaste, but Connor kept talking anyway. He didn’t fucking care what M thought at this point. “She’ll help us. There’s no one else in the world who wants to put up with this bullshit,” he said, gesturing between himself and M. “I have no idea what you and your alien spaceship were thinking… How are we supposed to get by now? You left everything in Florida, didn’t you?”

M stuck his bottom lip out, like a whiny little baby. “We had to…” he said softly. “I even left the dog.”

“Jesus, M. What about the money I had? What about our phones?”

M shook his head. “We can’t talk to anyone in Florida anyway,” he said.

“Well, you could have brought me some damned shoes at least!”

“I didn’t think of it… Everything happened so fast when Mother showed up to collect us—”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” Connor roared. He spotted a fallen branch a few paces away and he stalked past the blond, banging into his shoulder as he went. He grabbed the big stick and held it like a baseball bat.

“Connor don’t!”

But Connor wasn’t listening. He walked back to the trailer and swung the branch at the window as hard as he could. The glass spiderwebbed.

“Connor, please!”

Connor didn’t pay M any mind. He busted out the window, knocking the glass out of the pane so he could pull himself through.

M yelled something else behind him, desperately, but Connor was beyond caring. He threw the branch down and hauled himself up and into the trailer’s front room. He landed on glass, but he’d been expecting that. He rolled out of the debris.

The blood stain they’d left behind was gone… someone had cut the soiled carpet away in a large square.

Connor frowned and looked around the rest of the room. The TV and its bunny ears were gone. The recliner was gone. The couch was still there, but the throw blankets had been removed and the large piece of furniture was shoved backwards against the wall and angled to be dragged out the door.

Connor looked around in horror. Through the little cut-out window he could see the kitchen had been dismantled. The cupboards were open and barren. The fridge was unplugged and empty.

He turned and rushed down the hall, but he had very little hope of finding anything of worth…

The bedroom had shifted around. The mattress had been stripped and was hanging off the frame. The dresser was shoved against the wall beside it and Connor could already see it’d been emptied. He strode to the closet and ripped open the door, hoping for some remnants of his old life, but it was almost as empty as the dresser. There was a dirty sock balled up in the corner and Connor wrinkled his nose in disgust, slamming the door shut so he wouldn’t have to see it anymore.

He left his old room behind… It seemed like the landlord was in the process of cleaning the place out. He moped down the hall, wondering what kind of idiot would want to move into this shithole…

He was going to check out the laundry room, just for shits and giggles, but M’s desperate voice floated in through the broken window.

“Did you find anything?”

Connor shuffled over to the window and glared at the blond standing below.

“No,” he said.

“Then c’mon. Let’s get out of here,” M pleaded. “I’m scared.”

Connor huffed and took one last look around the room… he figured the laundry room was just as empty as the rest of the trailer though. He didn’t need to look.

Carefully, he lowered himself into the rocks. He grit his teeth. The gravel under his feet was already getting old. He needed some shoes, damnit!

Frustrated by everything, he quickly came up with a plan. “Let’s go,” he said. There was nothing for it, they’d have to walk into civilization. Someone would probably let them use a phone… He was pretty sure he knew Hannah’s number and then maybe they’d get picked up and Connor could find something else to put on.

“Where are we going?”

“To the nearest phone,” Connor snapped. “I don’t know what else we’re supposed to do. We have nothing now.”

M hung his head. He followed Connor without making a fuss. They walked slowly down the gravel drive and Connor tried to ignore the discomfort of the rocks. The road wasn’t going to be much better, but at least he wasn’t barefoot…

***

There was a convenience store a little over a mile down the road, across from the apartments.

On a good day, Connor would have easily made the walk in under 30 minutes, but with M huffing and puffing beside him, and Connor’s lack of footwear, the journey lasted nearly an hour.

“I look like a bum,” he muttered as they approached the little store plastered in cigarette advertisements. “I hope they don’t throw me out before I can ask to call someone.”

“Hannah?” M snarked and somehow, through his exhaustion, he managed to look bitter and jealous.

“Like I said, she’s our only option,” Connor said. “It’s a good thing we didn’t get dumped somewhere else. I don’t know that many people, M.”

The blond pouted as a bead of sweat curled down from his temple. He wiped it away impatiently.

They walked through the dirty parking lot as some kids rode past on bikes. Connor glared after them, but he was more concerned with getting in the building. He directed M to sit on the curb, just outside the main doors and transferred his glare to the sweaty blond.

“Stay here. I’ll be right inside.”

M looked unhappy, but he settled in to wait. His white t-shirt was stained under the arms now, and around the collar. Connor was secretly glad he didn’t look so pristine anymore. It had been bothering him something fierce.

Connor took a deep breath and walked inside, damp from the swamp, wearing a pair of blackened socks… He put on his most charming smile, which probably looked strained and verging on manic, but he didn’t know what else to do. He had to try.

A girl looked up from the front counter. She had dark hair and a nose ring. She wore a blue vest with the name of the convenience store on the left breast.

She looked Connor up and down. “Can I help you?” she asked uncertainty.

“Yeah. I uh… could use some help.”

The girl snorted with amusement, but she otherwise stayed silent. Connor took the silence as a sign to continue.

“Is there any way I could use the store phone?” he asked.

Just then, a young guy with a little boy in tow stumbled through the door. The boy had short curly hair and dark skin, but the man holding his hand was white with freckles and reddish hair. As he passed, Connor caught a whiff of alcohol.

Both he and the cashier watched the pair amble into the back, towards the beer coolers.

“There’s a payphone on the side of the building,” the girl said and Connor scowled.

“Seriously, I don’t have a dime to my name right now. I could really use a favor.”

The cashier raised an eyebrow at him. She looked unimpressed.

“Not now!” snapped the redhead and Connor turned to look.

The little kid was holding a pack of Oreos to his chest and his eyes were shining with hope. His caretaker had a 12-pack of Bud under his arm though, and he’d already made up his mind. He snatched the cookies out of the kid’s hands and tossed them back on the shelf.

“We’ve got cereal at the house,” said the redhead as he tugged the boy towards the register with undue force. Silent tears rolled down the kid’s cheeks, but Connor couldn’t tell if it was from the lack of Oreos or from getting his arm ripped off.

“Let me take this first,” said the cashier under her breath, and Connor scuttled out of the way. He pretended to examine the lotto tickets they had on display.

“Morning Maggie,” said the redhead as he reached the register. He slid his beer on the counter and pulled a bundle of bills from his back pocket. “I need a pack of smokes, too.”

Maggie grabbed a pack of Pall Malls from under the counter. She seemed unfazed by her sloppy customer. She simply rang up the alcohol and tobacco and accepted a couple crumpled bills from the man.

“Nice day out there,” said the redhead as he accepted his change. He grabbed his smokes off the counter and smacked the box against his palm. Connor knew from watching his father that the guy was packing them so they burned smoother. “When does your shift end?” he asked.

“Not until 6,” Maggie sighed. “I’m exhausted. I did a double last night. Remember? I saw you around 11.”

The redhead balanced the case of beer on his hip as he struggled to remember the night before. “Oh yeah,” he said vaguely. “I think Kathy was driving. I can barely remember.”

“Yep, she sat out in the parking lot and you got the usual. Beer and smokes,” Maggie said. “I remember.”

The redhead grinned, showing off his yellowed teeth. “Good lookin’ out,” he said cheerfully. “I’ll catch you later, Mags.”

The redhead and the kid started to turn away when Maggie called out to the boy.

“Hey, Brody.”

The little boy looked back at her with his teary eyes.

“It’s from my personal candy stash,” she said, pulling a couple fun-sized candy bars from under the register. She seemed to keep a lot of shit down there.

The boy ripped his hand out of the drunk redhead’s and rushed to get his prize. Maggie smiled and the boy wiped the tears from his eyes, pausing at the door to cram some chocolate in his mouth.

“Let’s go already,” said the redhead, and the pair left the shop, heading across the street to the shitty apartments.

Connor stared after them, morbidly curious about their crappy lives when Maggie set a cordless phone on the counter.

“Make it fast,” she said. “I don’t want the regulars thinking they can make free calls from the Speedy-Shop. Where you from anyway?”

“I used to live down the street,” Connor said as he dialed Hannah’s cell. “In the trailer, back in the woods.”

Maggie chucked. “Some of the kids from across the street were talking about pranking that place.”

Connor pressed the phone to his ear. “I know,” he glowered. “I caught them doing it a few times.”

She shrugged. “They’re mostly harmless. They don’t have a whole lot to do when school’s out.”

Connor continued to make faces as the phone rang. And rang. Maggie studied him curiously as Hannah’s voicemail picked up.

Connor turned away so he felt like he had a bit of privacy.

“Hey, Hannah, it’s Connor… Guess what? I’m back in town and I desperately need a place to stay.” He paced a little in front of the register, hoping this embarrassing voicemail wasn’t all for nothing… It was Sunday, right? He hoped she’d be able to come soon. He hoped she wouldn’t delete the message unlistened to because of the unknown number. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed heavily into the receiver. “I’m at the Speedy-Shop down the street from the trailer. I guess I’ll wait for you outside,” he said. “Please come.”

He hung up and handed the phone back to the cashier.

“Thanks,” he said awkwardly. “I hope I’m not bothering you, but me and my friend are going to sit out on the curb and wait.” He glanced out the window, towards the blond boy that he couldn’t see. “We’re not troublemakers, we just have nowhere to go.”

“How’d you get here in the first place?” Maggie asked casually. She went to put the phone back on the cradle.

“We uh… hitchhiked.”

“Hmm.” Maggie looked only mildly surprised. She watched Connor with her sharp eyes.

“Thanks again,” Connor said, and he edged out of the shop.

M was right where he’d left him. He had his head between his knees though and a splash of liquid below.

“Did you puke again?” Connor asked harshly.

“N-no.”

“Then what’s all that?” Connor jabbed a finger at the stained pavement. It looked an awful lot like bile.

“I-I don’t know.”

Connor sighed and sat a few paces away from the blond. He tried not to look at him. “I left a message for Hannah. And the girl inside is going to let us wait here for a while. Try not to act like a drunk, ok? I’m sure a lot of those people come through here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just…” Connor sighed. “Go around the side of the building if you have to puke again. Don’t do it in front of the store,” he said. “Have some fucking manners.”

M didn’t ask anymore stupid questions. The two of them sat in silence as time dragged on and on…

Customers came and went, some by car, others by foot. Nobody paid them much attention though and Connor was glad. He didn’t want to explain himself to anyone and the longer they sat in the pale sunlight, the more Connor’s mood degraded. He wished Hannah would get here already. He wished something would happen. He was tired of this bullshit waiting game…

“Hey!”

Connor looked up. It was Maggie again. She was hanging out the door with a little smile on her face.

“Your friend called back. She wanted to make sure you were still here.”

Connor sat up a little straighter. “We’re still here,” he said needlessly.

Maggie grinned. “She sounded really frantic. She told me to tell you that she’s on her way. She’ll be here as soon as she can.”

“Cool,” Connor said, relief flooding his veins. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” She winked and disappeared back into the store.

Connor ran fingers through his messy hair and picked at a few mud splotches on his shirt. He knew he wasn’t going to impress anyone, but he felt guilty turning up so disheveled.

When he looked up, he caught M staring at him. He didn’t know what the look on the blond’s face meant, but he didn’t have the energy to care at the moment.

Time continued to drag. Connor tried to gauge the hour by the position of the sun, but besides guessing it wasn’t quite noon yet, he was at a loss.

A van pulled up directly in front of Connor after too long, nearly taking his knees off before it stopped completely and shifted into park. He glared at the fat lady who got out, but she was too busy waddling around to the side door to get her wailing baby from the back.

Connor was so wrapped up in hating the fat bitch and the annoying infant, red in the face, snot dripping down it’s little chin, that he didn’t look at the new car as it coasted into the lot. It parked right next to the van, making the fat lady’s exit all the more difficult. Connor finally glanced at the Prius that had just pulled in, thinking he’d give the driver a thumbs up, or some other kind of appreciative gesture, when he met Hannah’s eyes through the windshield.

He stood up just as Hannah leapt out of her compact car.

“Connor!” she cried and rushed to his side in an instant. She threw her arms around his neck and nearly strangled him to death. Her whole body was shaking though and Connor could feel moisture collecting on his chest. He patted her back and let her squeeze the life out of him for a few minutes more.

Obviously, she’d missed him…

When Hannah pulled back, her mascara was running. She gently wiped under her eyes, beaming with an unstoppable joy.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?” she asked. “How’d you get here, anyway?”

“Let’s talk in the car,” Connor said quickly. The fat lady was hauling her miserable baby inside, but she was watching the scene unfolding on the front walk with interest. Connor wasn’t in the mood to be someone’s entertainment.

“Oh, sure,” Hannah said and she blinked and seemed to come back to herself. She glanced over Connor’s broad shoulder and spotted M. “I figured he’d be tagging along.” She smiled tightly. “How are you, M?”

M didn’t say anything and Connor didn’t care to look. He hoped M hadn’t flipped her off or anything, but from Hannah’s non-reaction, he figured he’d kept it clean.

Connor stepped around the girl and went to get in the car. Hannah followed immediately, and M dragged his feet and got in the back.

“So, I’m moved into my new townhome in the city,” Hannah said conversationally. “You boys can stay as long as you like. I’ve got a spare bedroom with a pull-out.”

“Nice,” Connor said. He studied the Speedy-Shop as they pulled out of the parking lot. He’d been there only a handful of times in the past, for milk and bread and such when he didn’t have the gumption to make it to the actual store further into town. He’d always hated the other shoppers though, so he’d steered clear unless absolutely necessary.

After his encounter with Maggie however, he felt a bit fonder of the place. The clientele still sucked balls though.

“So, how’d you get here so quick?” Hannah asked, pulling Connor’s attention away from the convenience store as it faded into the distance. “You were in Florida, right?”

“Yeah, with my mom,” Connor said.

“Ohhh!” Hannah looked over at him with wide eyes. “You made up with her?”

“Obviously.”

“Oh, don’t be like that! I just dropped everything and drove an hour to pick you up!” she said. “Spill. I want to know everything… And no offense, but you kinda look like a homeless person. What’s going on?”

Connor looked in the backseat at M. He was staring out the window with his knees pulled into his chest. He looked far from happy.

“M,” Connor bit out and the boy’s eyes snapped to his face. “Can I tell her everything you told me? I think she deserves to know.”

M shifted his gaze out the window once more, a frown touching his lips. “If you trust her. If she never tells anyone else,” he said blandly.

“You hear that? That’s the rules,” Connor said as he turned back in his seat.

Hannah quirked an eyebrow in confusion, but she nodded. “I won’t tell anyone. You can trust me. You know that.”

Connor was pretty sure he could… Hannah was his oldest friend, and even though their relationship had become strained by her desire to be with him romantically, there had never been a question about her loyalty.

“OK,” Connor started with a deep sigh.w “M’s an alien.”

Hannah glanced at Connor in utter shock and then she started laughing.

Connor waited it out. He’d been expecting a reaction like this. He wasn’t surprised. In the backseat, M continued to stare blankly out the window. Neither of them bothered to stop Hannah’s hilarity.

“This is a joke, right?” she asked after a long bout of recovery. “Ha ha, guys. You really pulled my leg.”

“I’m not joking,” Connor said. “There’s one other alien that we know of walking amongst us, and that’s the guy I told you about a while back. The guy in black who was stalking M.”

“OK, so what’s this guy’s deal?”

“He wants to study how M was put in his human body. He wants to bring more aliens to Earth so they can invade the planet, body-snatcher style,” he said.

Hannah giggled a little. “You know that sounds ridiculous, don’t you? How much weed have you guys been smoking?”

“Some,” Connor admitted. “And I know it sounds ridiculous, but I ended up having to leave everything behind because of this shit. It’s real, it’s not a joke. The agent… that’s what we call the other alien, he ended up breaking into the trailer to get at M, but M busted his head in… that’s where the blood in the trailer came from. That’s why we had to disappear.”

Hannah glanced in the rear-view mirror. “You murdered someone?”

“I saw the body. I threw it in the swamp,” Connor said. “He was dead, I checked. But somehow he showed up in Florida, a hundred percent alive and he started messing with us again.”

“You lost me…” Hannah trailed off.

“C’mon Hannah, you told me yourself. Michael Thomas was a hooker in Detroit—”

“I never called him a hooker,” Hannah said, making a face of disgust.

“Well, he was. M remembers his memories. And it’s the memories that cause his seizures.”

“What?”

“Michael Thomas was murdered, Hannah,” Connor snapped. “And the aliens stole his body and healed him up and put M in his head so he could take over. The agent did the same thing. He like… used alien technology to regenerate. Like M did.”

“I’m… I’m confused,” Hannah said. She stared straight out the windshield, her fists clenching the wheel tight. Connor sighed and sat back in his seat with a huff. Hannah thought he was crazy… He could see it all over her face.

“It’s all true,” M said from the back. Hannah glanced at him in the mirror again, but she quickly looked away. “Connor’s explanation is a little vague, but it’s mostly right.”

“We were in Florida last night,” Connor said. “Then M’s mothership abducted us and dumped us here so we could get away from the agent. I didn’t even get a chance to change.” He gestured at himself and his dirty pajamas.

“Mothership?”

Connor face-palmed. “Yep. I freaked the fuck out when I woke up with some computer voice talking to me and a light, bright like the sun, burning my eyes out. I screamed my head off.”

“You did?” M asked.

“Yeah. And thanks for being by my side like you promised,” Connor bitched. “It was really comforting.”

He didn’t look, but he imagined M hanging his head in shame. It helped a little.

The car fell into an uncomfortable silence. Hannah pressed her lips together and didn’t look at either of them as she navigated to the highway. She jumped on the entrance ramp and sped up so she could merge into traffic.

Connor glared out the window. He felt stupid. He didn’t know why he’d even bothered trying to explain.

Somehow, Hannah’s laughter had been a lot better than her complete silence. It made Connor morbidly uncomfortable.

They coasted down the freeway for twenty minutes or so, silent, awkward, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Hannah, at least, was a careful driver and besides a lot of unspoken questions between them, the cab was stress-free.

Then M started groaning in the back.

Connor turned around, got a look at M’s face and sighed.

“You’d better pull over,” he said.

“Is he ok?”

“Probably not,” Connor said. “He’s probably going to puke.”

Hannah gasped. “Why?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but it’s been happening for a few days now.”

“Is he… allergic to something?”

Connor glanced back at M again. The blond had his cheeks puffed out, his face was pale white and it looked like he was holding his breath.

“Pull over!” he snapped at Hannah. Then he wedged his arm between the seat and the back door and fumbled for the window button. “Put your head out the window if your gonna hurl. Don’t get it in the car!”

M put his face out the window. He moaned pitifully.

“Are you pulling—?”

“I will, ok!” Hannah cried. “I’m just waiting for this lady to get out of the way!” She craned her neck around, trying to see the lady driving in her blind spot.

“Just speed up!”

“And cut her off?”

M gagged out the window. Liquid vomit sprayed the passengers like a misty rain.

Hannah screamed and jerked the wheel towards the shoulder. They hit the rumble strip and she stepped on the brakes. The Prius screeched to a halt.

M heaved out the window for a few moments. He didn’t even try to get out of the car.

Connor rubbed his face and tried to block out the sounds of the vomiting. He could smell it. It was incredibly nauseating.

“Oh… oh no,” Hannah moaned, twisting in her seat.

“Just let him finish,” Connor huffed.

“Like I’m going to stop him,” Hannah snapped.

Connor squeezed the bridge of his nose and waited for the horrible sounds to die down.

Before too long — it couldn’t have been more than 2 to 3 minutes — M reeled himself back into the car, panting like a dog.

“Here.” Hannah banged Connor in the knees as she threw open the glove box.

Connor hissed and rubbed his leg, but Hannah didn’t notice. She grabbed a pack of tissues and pulled out a handful. “Wipe your mouth,” she instructed as she handed them over the seat to M. “Do you feel any better?”

“I’m hungry,” M whined and Connor rolled his eyes and snatched the pack out of Hannah’s grasp.

“Thanks so much,” he grumbled, blotting sticky moisture off his face and with the other side of the wipes, he smeared up a few flecks of puke that had spotted the dashboard. “Yuck,” he bitched and then he threw the wad of tissues out the window.

Hannah glared at him for a moment and feeling far from chastised, Connor met her gaze head on.

“What? I told you to pull over. You were playing with traffic.”

Hannah puffed herself up. “Well— I—” she turned to face the front and white-knuckled the steering wheel. “How can he be hungry?”

Connor glanced back at M. The blond stared back listlessly.

“I’ve been hungry for a while now. I think it made me feel sicker,” he said.

Connor shrugged. “There you go! That explains it.”

“I don’t understand, are you starving him?”

Connor scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. He throws up every single morning.”

“Is it… an alien thing?”

Connor actually laughed. “I don’t know, Hannah. Maybe he is allergic to something. Maybe he’s got a bug. I was planning to take him to the doctor on Monday, but that was before we got transported back to South Dakota.”

“There’s a clinic around the block from my place,” she said. “They’ll see anyone, it doesn’t matter if you have insurance or not.”

“Yeah? And how much?” he asked bitterly. “Smartass back there didn’t pack any of our shit. We’re completely broke.”

Hannah shifted the Prius into drive. She waited an unbearable length of time for the road to clear and then jetted back into the nearest lane.

“Maybe $60.”

Connor glared angrily out the window.

“I’ll loan you the money—”

“I can’t pay you back anytime soon.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Just get him a check-up,” she said. “He… doesn’t have any alien body parts, right?”

Connor frowned at the disconcerting thought. “I don’t think so.” M didn’t speak up, so Connor just decided to go with it. “No,” he said. “I’ve seen him all over. He looks normal.”

Hannah cleared her throat. “Well, alright then.”

Connor blushed. He turned away and kept his face hidden from everyone.

They continued down the road for a couple minutes. The silence had a weight to it, it was so uncomfortable.

“Guys, I’m really hungry,” M said for the second time.

“What do you want?” Hannah asked, but of course M hadn’t the slightest clue.

“Just stop at the nearest McDonald’s and get him some chicken nuggets or something,” Connor said hurriedly. He was so annoyed with everything, he just wanted to get out of the car and away from everyone.

But logically, he knew the annoyance had only just begun… He was completely at Hannah’s mercy and M was just along for the ride.

***

Hannah had a beautiful townhouse on a street lined with trees. She parked by the curb and pointed out which little box was hers.

“Mine’s the one with the flower pot on the front step.”

Connor gave the place a polite once over. “Nice,” he said.

“I told you the city was nice,” Hannah said. “Just wait until you see the inside. You won’t want to leave.”

Connor highly doubted that, but he got out and waited for M to join him.

Hannah was already dashing up the steps and opening the door. “C’mon,” she called.

Connor and M followed her up the stairs.

“My mom helped with the furniture and she pays half the rent,” she said as they went through the front door. “I don’t know what I’d do without her. She’s a saint.”

Connor mumbled a half-assed agreement as he looked around the front room.

It was kind of on the small side, but it was decorated nicely. The walls were cream and the floors were a light hardwood. There was a red and yellow area rug in the middle of the room. A comfy white couch and matching armchair were situated around a low coffee table and across from that was a sizable TV on a stand. It was flanked by numerous picture frames filled with friends and family. There were a couple paintings on the walls, a large mirror towards the staircase in the back, and another potted plant was next to the kitchen entrance way.

M moved to check out the pictures as Hannah waved them upstairs. “Let me show you the guest room,” she said.

Connor grabbed M’s wrist and pulled him along. The blond stuck his tongue out, but Connor rolled his eyes and ignored him.

The hall upstairs was small and L shaped. The short section led to a bathroom and Hannah pointed it out briefly as they went. The longer section had a railing on the left-hand side that looked down into the living room.

“That’s my room,” Hannah said as they passed it on the right. “That’s the linen closet. For towels and washcloths and stuff like that. And this is the guest room slash my office,” she said as she opened the last door at the end of the hallway.

It was small, but again, it was nicely decorated. A glass desk with a computer and a lamp was set under the window. A bookshelf filled to the bursting point was next to the door and finally, a small sectional couch was wedged into the far corner.

“Watch this,” Hannah said and with a self-satisfied grin, she went to the couch and pulled out a drawer underneath. Suddenly, the sectional couch was transformed into a queen-sized bed. “It’s Ikea,” she said. “Isn’t it neat?”

“Neat,” Connor repeated.

Hannah deflated a little, but then she perked up again.

“I don’t have anything for you to put on, but I can wash that for you. There’s a washer/dryer in the kitchen.”

That wasn’t a terrible idea, but… “Then what do I wear until it’s dry?”

Hannah’s smiled stretched across her face. “Like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

M, who had been testing out the Ikea bed, leapt off the cushions as if he’d been electrocuted. He glared at Hannah with a fire in his eyes and Connor felt his face burn with a heat that rivaled M’s jealous fury.

Hannah laughed without a stitch of humor. “You can wear my bathrobe. I’m sure it’ll fit.”

“Um, ok,” Connor said awkwardly.

“I have a couple spare toothbrushes under the bathroom sink,” she said. “And I’ll grab you guys some towels and washcloths and set some soap aside.”

“Ok.”

“Oh! And I’ll get some blankets and pillows from the other room. You’ll need them, I’m sure.”

“Yeah.”

Hannah slid out of the room sideways, keeping her eye on them as if she feared being jumped. Connor couldn’t really blame her. M continued to burn with anger.

When Connor heard the girl’s footsteps fade down the hall, he whirled on the fiery little blond.

“Cut it out. She was joking.”

M pouted and he went to sit on the bed again. “Sure,” he said sourly.

Connor clenched his teeth in frustration. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That you hate me,” M said. He stared down at his clean white tennis shoes on the spotless carpet. “You hate me and Hannah’s going to try anything she can to get you back.”

Connor snorted. “You’re fucking paranoid.”

“You should see the way she’s been looking at you—”

“She probably thinks I’m insane!”

“That’s because you’re with me,” M spat. “She wants to fix you and make it all better.”

Connor rolled his eyes.

“Ok, I left the shower stuff in the bathroom and here’s the blankets and pillows,” Hannah said as she bustled back into the room.

M stared hard at his shoes, avoiding Hannah completely. Connor had no choice but to take the two pillows and the rest of the bedding from her. She waited with her arms outstretched, a pleasant smile on her face.

“Here’s the bathrobe,” she said, pulling a pink monstrosity from over her shoulder. “Don’t worry about the color. Nobody here is going to judge you, right M?”

M glanced up at the cheerful question, then narrowed his eyes at the silky garment.

“Well,” Hannah said briskly, her smile vanishing in the blink of an eye. “I’m going to clean out the car and then and I should do a little shopping before it gets too late.”

“Shopping?”

“I’ll have to get us something for dinner,” she said. “But I think you’d appreciate some actual clothes, as well… I assume your size didn’t change while you were away?”

“Ah, no.”

“Is that everything you have? Pajamas, no shoes… do you need some undies?”

Connor bit the inside of his cheek. “I wouldn’t mind if you picked some up.”

Hannah smirked.

“Uh, I think M could use a change of clothes, too,” Connor said.

Hannah looked around him, at M.

“I don’t need any underwear,” he said breezily. “I don’t like the way it fits around my balls.”

Hannah looked absolutely horrified. She backed out of the room slowly. “I’ll… wait out here for your clothes. I’ll throw them in the wash before I go.”

Connor bit into his cheek extra hard, feeling the soft flesh weakening under his molars. “Ok.”

Hannah shut the door and Connor rounded on M immediately. He didn’t dare say anything with Hannah standing just beyond the door. M grinned at him, obviously pleased with himself and Connor changed his mind.

“Way to go, retard. You’re absolutely vile.” He quickly yanked his shirt off, not even caring who could see at this point.

“See, you hate me,” M said, but he didn’t look away this time. He met Connor’s gaze head on, challenging him.

“It’s nobody’s fault but yours,” Connor hissed. And he tore off his pj pants and socks and before M could say anything more, he wrenched the door open and thrust the ball of mud stained clothes at Hannah.

She was standing right outside the door like she’d promised. She opened her mouth in a surprised little ‘O’ and slowly her eyes traveled downwards to check out his cock.

Connor sneered and tossed the clothes at her. He slammed the door shut before she got an eyeful.

“I’ll just… throw these in the wash,” Hannah said through the door. Her voice was odd, and she rarely repeated herself anyway. It didn’t sound like her at all.

Connor waited a few beats, holding his breath as he listened for Hannah’s retreat.

“You could have put this thing on,” M said, tossing the pink robe at him. “You wanted to show off, didn’t you?”

Connor caught the robe. “Jesus Christ, you’re pissing me off!” He pulled his arms into the robe. He felt the material strain as it stretched across his wide shoulders. He hissed curses under his breath and pulled the flaps closed around his torso. “I’m getting a shower. Don’t do anything stupid,” he said, and then he exited the room.

Hannah’s bathroom was finished in white and blue tile. There was a small window over the toilet that filled the room with sunlight.

Connor turned to the sink. Hannah had left some stuff the counter, and he grabbed one of the toothbrushes and ripped open the package.

He brushed his teeth vigorously in the mirror and growled at his reflection. He was going for a powerful look, but the foam kinda ruined it.

He stripped and hopped in the shower after that. The water was hot, the shower head had a nice jet feature. He’d forgotten to grab his washcloth, so he used the bar of soap and his hand to lather up.

It was relaxing. He let the water soothe his rattled nerves. He wished he could stand here in the misty rainfall forever, the jets pounding rhythmically on the back of his neck.

Connor stayed in for as long as he could, but the heat started to bother him twenty minutes in. He shut off the water and dried himself thoroughly. He really didn’t want to get back in the robe. He felt like he was about to rip it in half like he was the Hulk or something. But he didn’t have a lot of options. He shrugged into the fluffy pink robe so he wouldn’t be naked and left the towel to dry over the shower curtain rod.

Back in the guest room, M had made the bed and was laying on the cushions reading a book.

Connor glared at him a little, but the blond didn’t look up from his current page. Connor huffed and went to sit beside him, scrubbing his hands across his stubbly face. He really needed a razor and there was no way he was using the pink one in the shower... he should have told Hannah to get him one.

“How was the shower?”

“Fine,” Connor said. “Hot.”

M set the book aside. “Maybe I should get a shower too.”

“You should brush your teeth at least,” Connor said. “That acid you keep puking up is probably rotting your teeth.”

M frowned. “Ok,” he said and he rolled off the pull-out and slipped out of the room.

Connor sat in silence, touching his wet hair and his scraggly facial hair. He wondered if M was right about Hannah, if she honestly thought she had some kind of shot of getting him back…

It didn’t matter if she did, though, because Connor wasn’t interested. He wasn’t. Batting for the other team wasn’t exactly a bucketful of roses and sunshine, but he was committed to this dumb, gay relationship. He wanted his home back, his privacy, too. He didn’t want to be here, naked and dependent on someone else. He wanted to get his life back on track.

And M’s cute ass had something to do with that life… If Connor could ever stop being angry and frustrated by all the crazy alien shit, he could definitely see himself enjoying that sweet bubble butt more than once. It would definitely be a daily kind of indulgence.

M appeared in the doorway and Connor looked him over, imagining the sorts of naughty things he’d do to him if they were alone. His legs were so luscious when they were bare like that… Connor was sure Hannah wouldn’t buy the little blond anymore hot pants, but he’d enjoy the view while he still could.

South Dakota just wasn’t the kind of place for short-shorts.

“I’m sorry about everything that happened last night,” M said softly and Connor looked up from his firm, tanned thighs and met his brilliant green eyes. “I was supposed to be with you, but Mother wanted to do some kind of test on me. I didn’t have a say.”

“I thought you guys were a team.”

“We are, but she’s smarter than me.” M came further into the room. He stopped right in front of Connor, so he had to tilt his head back to continue meeting his gaze. “At least, I thought she was… I think letting us come back here was a mistake.”

“That’s because you’re jealous,” Connor said and for once, he wasn’t annoyed. He was amused. A smile ghosted across his lips. “But you don’t have to be jealous. Really.”

“Really?” M quirked an eyebrow.

Connor continued to smile. He didn’t see the point in elaborating. His actions spoke much louder than his words. Sure. He was an asshole most of the time, but M knew that already. He didn’t feel the need to make excuses.

“Can I suck your dick?” M asked.

Connor snorted with amusement. “If you have to…”

“I don’t have to. I want to,” he said.

“Did Hannah leave?”

“I heard her go outside a little bit ago.”

That was good enough for Connor. His cock was already getting hard thinking about M’s sweet lips wrapping around the length.

M took his silence as permission and he sank to the floor.

Connor grabbed the pillows and positioned them at his back. He leaned against them and watched as M made himself comfortable on his knees.

M looked up at him, his eyes sparkling in the afternoon sunlight shafting through the window. He peeled open the bathrobe’s flaps and exposed Connor’s hardening cock.

He bowed his head and opened his mouth. It looked so wet and pink… Connor groaned in anticipation. M’s eyes flashed up to Connor’s once more and the green depths brimmed with passion.

M took Connor into his mouth and closed his lips around the thick length. Connor moaned, feeling the blond’s hot tongue tickling the underside of his shaft. He reached up immediately and laced his fingers through the soft locks.

M sucked him slowly. His beautiful eyes fluttered shut and he made a deep sound of pleasure as he worked his way down. His full lips glided on Connor’s sensitive skin, inch by inch, taking the length deeper into his throat.

Connor gasped when M kissed the base of his erection. He could feel the blond’s throat constricting around his cockhead and it felt so dirty and good. He wanted to thrust hard into that sensation but he restrained himself. He let M scratch gentle fingers through his short, dark pubic hair and cup his balls. The blond’s touch sent delicious tingles up Connor’s spine… he threw his head back and let out a long, wanton moan.

M slid his gorgeous mouth up and down Connor’s shaft, wetting it, savoring the taste. Connor twisted his fingers in the blond hair and struggled not to start fucking the moist, hot cavern engulfing his member. It felt like he hadn’t cum in days and he suddenly, desperately, wanted to fill M’s belly with his seed. He wanted to go fast… his cock was already spurting pre-cum, when he looked down, he could see the sheen of it glistening on M’s lips and the hand he had securing the base.

“Oh god…” Connor hissed. “M… let me fuck your mouth…”

M opened his eyes. The green orbs smiled up at him and Connor moaned and stroked the blond’s silky cheek with a trembling hand.

“Please,” he begged in a soft, breathy voice. “I want… to cum in your mouth…”

M fluttered his long, golden lashes at Connor and slowed down even more. He swallowed Connor’s cock with a smooth downwards stroke and then very carefully licked his way back up to the head.

M released him fully then and shifted his gaze to Connor’s twitching piss slit. They both watched as a bead of clear juice bubbled from the tender little hole and M leaned down to lick it off. He started kissing Connor’s sensitive knob. He suckled more sweet pre-cum from the shiny tip. Connor panted as he watched the beautiful boy tease his cock. He had to cum… like now.

Connor used his handful of hair to coax M’s lips down his cock shaft. He could feel the blond smiling around his erection and he couldn’t take it anymore. He thrust his hips up into M’s hot mouth and slid a few inches deeper. The head of his cock hit the back of M’s throat, but he knew he could go further.

“Close…” Connor groaned and he shut his eyes as he felt M loosen up his muscles to allow deeper penetration. He swallowed convulsively and slid two fingers down to the root to keep Connor from choking him. And Connor took total advantage of the presented opportunity. He fucked M’s mouth like it was his beautiful, tight asshole. He went nearly wild with abandon and felt his orgasm approaching rapidly and he thrust in and out of M’s clenching throat. He gasped and panted and heard a strange peep floating over from the doorway.

He opened his eyes a split second before he came and he met Hannah’s, wide with shock and horror.

Unfortunately, the surprise of seeing his ex-girlfriend hiding in the doorway made Connor’s orgasm ten times more powerful. He cradled M’s head firmly between his hands and hissed with unmitigated pleasure. His eyes slammed shut again and he shot load after load of cum down M’s spasming throat. He whined, he gasped for air and then he fell backwards on the pillows.

“Fuck,” he muttered, peeling his eyes open to see if Hannah was still there.

But she was gone.

M coughed a little as he sat up. He pulled himself onto the pull-out beside Connor and leaned heavily into his side. “Good?” he asked. His voice was raspy and Connor shivered at the sound of it. He had such a weird obsession with abusing M’s body… He couldn’t get enough of it. Still, he had bigger worries on his mind.

“Did you see Hannah standing in the door?” he asked.

“No,” M said. “Was she?”

“I swear to god, I didn’t imagine that,” Connor whispered. He felt like he had though and after a few seconds respite, he stood up to investigate.

The hallway was empty, and there were no signs of Hannah. Connor shivered again. For a different reason this time. He firmly shut the door.

“You’re being paranoid,” M said with a smirk.

“Fuck you,” Connor growled and he hopped on the pull-out and shoved M into the cushions. The blond boy yelped and Connor held him down and tickled him until he could barely breath he was giggling so hard.

***

There wasn’t anything to do up in the guest room… Unless you liked reading textbooks that is. Hannah had a password on her computer, so that was a no go.

Connor laid on his side and watched M flip through a thick book on American History. He studied the pictures with interest, his cute, little nose buried in the pages.

Connor drifted off after a while of this. He sagged into the cushions and let his body relax completely…

Hannah knocked on the door maybe two hours later and Connor sat up immediately, on the alert, ready for trouble.

There was a long pause though, after the knock, and M looked at Connor with a bit of confusion on his face. Connor cleared his throat. “Come in.” Hannah seemed to be waiting for permission to enter.

The bleached blonde pushed the door open. She stood on the threshold with uncertainty on her face and a bundle of clothes under her arm.

“Is that my pajamas?” Connor asked, because Hannah wasn’t even looking at him.

“They’re all dry,” she said softly.

Connor made sure the stupid pink robe covered his body, then he got up and took the clothes from her waiting arms.

Hannah continued to avoid his eyes. “I’m going to start on dinner,” she said and then she hurried away.

Connor frowned after her, but he didn’t comment. He closed the door again and changed back into his pj’s.

“I wonder what else she got us?” M asked, but he was more interested in his book. He flipped to the next page. This book was on Biology or something. It had pictures of plants and animals.

Connor shrugged, but he was curious what Hannah had picked out for them, too. He also wondered what she’d make for dinner, because he was starving.

“Do you want to go down and find out?” he asked.

M shook his head. “I’d rather just wait for dinner.”

Connor sighed. He didn’t want to go downstairs by himself though. He knew Hannah had seen them messing around earlier, it was pretty obvious. But he wasn’t sure what to say to her, or if he should say anything at all to begin with.

She’d looked uncomfortable standing at their door just now, but he didn’t know if that was necessarily a bad thing. Connor wasn’t getting back together with her and he didn’t want to get her hopes up. If she couldn’t handle the idea of Connor getting his dick sucked by his boyfriend, then that was her problem.

Connor laid back down on the pull-out and tried to relax. He was bored, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.

Luckily, dinner didn’t take too long to make. Hannah called up the stairs for them to come down and M shut his book and stood to put it back on the shelf.

“I wonder what she made,” he commented as they left the room.

“Guess we’ll find out,” Connor said. He’d eaten Hannah’s home cooked meals before. They weren’t as good as Julie’s were, but she was alright. She could handle herself in the kitchen.

They went through the living room and entered the kitchen. It was kind of cramped, but the countertops and cabinets looked brand new. The floor was the same nice hardwood from the living room and Hannah had an impressive looking stove, refrigerator and a dishwasher.

Her kitchen was pretty sophisticated for a student teacher…

The table was set. She’d made sandwiches or something, and there was a big bowl of salad.

Hannah was messing around in the back. She was behind what looked like a closet door.

Connor and M took the two seats positioned next to each other. Connor examined dinner with a critical eye. The sandwiches kind of looked like toasted subs at Subway.

Hannah closed the door and her eyes widened a bit when she spotted them sitting at the table. Like she hadn’t just called them down to eat. Connor huffed. Hannah was really making him feel uncomfortable.

“I guess you boys were pretty hungry,” she said.

“Yep.”

“I’m just finishing another load of laundry. The two of you have outfits for tomorrow, at least.”

“Thanks.”

Hannah sat across the table from Connor. She looked him in the eye, but then quickly looked away. “I made Italian paninis,” she said. “They’re pretty good.”

Connor grabbed one off the plate and gave it to M. Then he served himself.

“Don’t forget about the salad,” she said and Connor grudgingly dished the greens onto their plates.

M liked the paninis. He hummed a few times and complemented Hannah. She seemed pleased, more or less, and ate in silence. Connor didn’t say much either. He’d had better subs before, but he didn’t say anything. The melted cheese and meats was alright. Nothing special.

After dinner, Connor got wrangled into doing the dishes while Hannah folded their new outfits and took them upstairs with M. The closet in the back of the kitchen housed the washer/dryer unit. That explained her comment earlier about laundry.

Luckily, there wasn’t a lot of dirty dishes, so Connor sped through the task and set everything to dry in the drainboard. He didn’t know why he bothered to rush. It wasn’t like there was anything to do anyway.

He was finishing up when Hannah breezed back into the room. She was alone and Connor felt awkward immediately.

“I set you guys up with my Netflix account upstairs,” she said. “I hope the computer screen isn’t too small.”

Connor shrugged. “It’ll probably be fine.” He shut off the water and dried his hands. When he turned, Hannah was standing close behind him, with an envelope clutched in her hand.

“Here’s some money for the clinic tomorrow, “ she said. “I printed a Google Map of the area so you can find it easily. It’s in there, too.”

“Uh thanks.”

She nodded and looked over her shoulder, back towards the living room. “I should probably get to bed. I have school in the morning. Bright and early.”

Connor bit the inside of his cheek, but it didn’t help. He had to know what had happened earlier.

“Why did you walk in on us?” he asked in a hurry. “It was pretty… weird. Looking up and seeing you standing there.”

Hannah looked at him, finally. She didn’t look super thrilled about it either, but she spoke after clearing her throat.

“I heard a strange sound from downstairs. I just wanted to know what it was… and you two weren’t even being discreet. You had the door wide open, like you wanted me to see.” She wrinkled her nose with distaste. “I’ve never heard you be so loud during sex. And we used to do it together all the time.”

“We thought you were gone already. You said you were leaving,” Connor sneered.

“I told you I was cleaning out my car. And I had a load of your clothes in the washer. I wasn’t going to leave them sitting wet in the machine. I stuck around to get them in the dryer and that’s when I heard you… you know.”

Connor snorted. “Well, trust me. We won’t be doing that again. Not unless we know for sure you’re gone.”

Hannah made a face. “Excellent.”

“I agree. M’s pretty damned good in bed,” he said with a smirk. “You’ve never heard me make those sounds for a reason.” Hannah started to look offended, but Connor pushed on, wanting to get this last point across. He felt it was important. “I’ve been gay all along, Hannah. You forced my hand on so many occasions—”

“I don’t need to hear this—”

“Yes, you do. And I need to say it,” Connor snapped. “I’m sorry I lied to you, I’m sorry I let you think we were a real couple… but M opened my eyes. I love him. This isn’t some stupid passing fling. I’m serious about him. I’m not confused anymore.”

Hannah turned away from him and stumbled towards the living room. She stopped on the threshold and leaned against the entrance.

“What happened to you, Connor?”

“I stopped caring what other people think,” he said. “The only reason I let you in my bed was because I thought I needed your friendship. You were the only person I had. For a long time.”

“And you don’t need me at all now, right? Now that you have your gay alien lover.” She looked back at him for a second. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she glared past them. “You’re just using me. Aren’t you?”

“I haven’t lied once since we got here,” Connor said calmly. “You may not believe me, but I’m being more truthful than I’ve ever been before. I love M, but I really appreciate you letting us crash on your couch. I can’t thank you enough for dinner and the clothes and the money for the clinic.” He waved the envelope and Hannah looked away again, her jaw clenching. “And M really is an alien, believe it or not. There’s some crazy shit going on right now, and I honestly have no idea what’s going to happen next.”

“I’m going to bed, that’s what’s going to happen next,” Hannah muttered. “Keep it down, Connor. I’d rather not hear your kinky sex sounds anymore. Once was enough.” She hurried out of the kitchen then and Connor stood in her wake, alone, his heart pounding in his chest.

He quickly found the light switch and left the kitchen behind. Hannah must have turned off the living room lights in the next room, because it was already dark. He took the steps two at a time, trying to keep it quiet, but eager to get to the privacy of the guest room.

M was propped up on the pull-out when Connor came through the door. He stared blankly at an HD nature show on the computer. There was a lot of green. It looked like a rainforest.

Connor shut the door and slid onto the cushions next to M.

The blond turned his head, a vague smile on his full, juicy lips, and Connor leaned in to taste them. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth and teased it with the tip of his tongue.

M moaned and arched his hips. “Can we have sex?” he asked when Connor finally let him go.

“I’d love to fuck you, but let’s wait until tomorrow. Hannah says she leaves early in the morning.”

M groaned with disappointment. “I’ll be quiet,” he said.” I promise.”

Connor kissed him again, but he shook his head. “Hannah’s probably got her ear to the door. Just wait.”

M pouted and wiggled out of his arms, but Connor gathered him up with ease and pulled the boy into his lap. M turned his face away so Connor sucked and nibbled on the supple skin just over his pulse point.

He could feel M’s heart flying… “Don’t be a brat,” he said against his flesh. “I love you.”

M whimpered and squirmed a bit on Connor’s lap. He could probably feel the erection under his butt…

“As soon as she leaves, you owe me some sex,” he said.

“But make sure she’s actually gone this time,” Connor said with an eye roll. “We just had the most awkward conversation ever downstairs. I said some shit I should have told her years ago… And it was all because she saw you sucking my dick.”

“Ohhh!” M put his arm around Connor’s back and snuggled in for the long haul. “I want to hear everything you said to her. Every last word.”

Connor sighed, but he figured he owed it to the blond. Plus, he had a feeling repeating the stupid conversation would help his cock go down.

So, he started talking and M watched him with wide, unblinking eyes.

Connor’s erection did go down after a while, but he didn’t let go of the blond. He held onto him for the rest of the night…

***

“Good morning,” M hummed over top of him.

Connor grunted and put an arm over his eyes. He wanted some more sleep and the rays of sunshine slanting through the window were pissing him off.

“Wakey, wakey!”

“What?” Connor groaned. He didn’t want to get up yet. He knew there was no alarm set. He didn’t have to be anywhere important. There was no reason to be up this early.

“Hannah left a while ago. I checked. I went downstairs and made sure her car was gone.”

Connor grunted.

“I already threw up, too,” he said enthusiastically. “And then I had a banana from the kitchen. I feel a lot better.”

“Yeah,” Connor muttered and he started to roll over so he could hide his face in the pillow, but M had a hold on his waistband. “What are you doing?” he whined. “I’m still tired.”

“But you promised,” M sang. “You promised we’d fuck.” And then he yanked Connor’s pj’s down and applied a firm hand to his penis.

“Ah!” M’s hand was cold and definitely a surprise, but Connor felt his cock reacting favorably almost immediately. “M… give me a minute— Fuck!”

M wasn’t giving Connor any time at all. He lowered his head and swallowed him whole with a single gulp. Connor’s eyes slammed shut at the overwhelming sensation and he moaned loudly into the empty house.

M seemed to be completely naked… The eager blond settled between his legs and Connor could feel his silky skin brushing against his thighs. Their skin pressed together and the pull-out got oh-so warm and cozy. It felt so deliciously naughty, getting his dick pleasured first thing in the morning, in his ex’s house, and Connor had to remind himself that they were alone… M had checked damnit. Nothing was going to stop them from enjoying this.

M’s lips made dirty smacking sounds around Connor’s awakening cock. He was adding lots of spit and it dripped down Connor’s shaft and soaked his balls.

“Shit, M…” Connor craned his head up and watched the blond suck him. M was indeed naked and he had his ass in the air. He wiggled it temptingly and Connor suddenly wished he had a different view. He wanted to see M’s hot, little hole. He wanted to see it clenching for him, getting ready to be filled… He touched M’s face, feeling his cheek stretch to accommodate the swollen manhood inside.

Connor had gone from limp to rock hard in less than a minute. He could literally feel the blood draining from his brain and pooling into his groin. It was insane.

M wrapped his lips tight around Connor’s shaft and sucked hard on the upstroke. Connor’s eyes rolled a little in his head at the amazing feeling, but it was over in a flash and his wet member was being kissed by cool morning air. He blinked and readjusted his gaze to see that M was between his thighs, grinning at him. Then the blond planted a hand in the middle of his chest and pressed him down into the pillow again.

“Stay there,” he said sweetly. “I’m getting on top this time.”

Connor swallowed. He felt his cock lurch with interest. It was searching out another hot hole to bury itself in and he hoped M would make it fast.

M straddled Connor’s groin and spread his knees a little. Connor got a full-frontal view. M’s cock was hard, too, and it bobbed and swayed in a hypnotizing pattern as the blond reached around and guided Connor’s length to his anus. They both sighed when Connor’s cockhead pressed against the wrinkled hole.

“Are you ready?” M asked, breathless, with little spots of red high on his cheeks.

Connor nodded. He didn’t know what kind of question that was. Of course, he was ready!!!

M smirked. “Aren’t you glad I woke you up?”

“Fuck… C’mon, M! Sit on it!”

The blond giggled. It sounded delirious, but Connor barely noticed. He was focused on the feeling of M’s asshole expanding around the tip of his dick. He gasped and reached out to grab M’s waist. He rocked his hips up and forced his cock deeper into the tight, burning-hot tunnel. He was so in love with this feeling....

“Connor!” M groaned. He put both his hands on Connor’s shoulders and leaned over him. His face screwed up. It looked like he was in pain, and Connor grit his teeth and waited patiently for the blond to adjust to his length.

It didn’t take too long. He hissed and squatted deeper, sliding another inch or two of cock up his asshole. His thighs flexed and he groaned as he lifted himself up to the tip and then let himself slide down the shaft again, a bit further than before.

He fucked Connor slowly, taking his time to stretch himself, making gorgeous faces while he did so.

Connor was entranced by him. He wrapped his fingers around M’s bouncing cock and stroked him in time with their leisurely fucking.

M cooed with pleasure and he ramped up his efforts. He almost had Connor’s entire cock up his ass by that point, and it seemed they were both eager to have it all the way in. The blond licked his lips and put more of his weight on Connor’s chest. He sat back hard and cried out as his hole was filled completely. He rubbed his rounded ass against Connor’s groin and smiled wearily.

“There,” he said. “I’ve got you all the way inside me now.”

Connor let go of M’s cock and looped his arm around the blond’s neck. He brought him down for a passionate kiss and their tongues met in a sloppy battle. M humped his ass up and down as they kissed. He groaned and kept Connor’s length deep inside so it rubbed his slippery prostate.

Connor tangled his tongue with M’s. He forced his free hand between them and started stroking M’s dick once more. With determination. The slow, lingering pace was over. They were both straining for an orgasm now.

“Oh!” M tore his mouth away from Connor’s. He was panting and his face was even redder than before. “Ooooh!” he groaned. He thrust his hips down hard and rode Connor like a wild beast. It was an incredible sight. He threw his head back and bounced frantically in Connor’s lap. Sweat was collecting along his hairline and a tiny trail of it rolled down his cheek and slid across his throat. With his golden hair brushing his shoulder and his body tightening with the need to cum… Connor thought he was stunningly gorgeous.

“Fuck…” Connor muttered and his eyes slid partway shut. He hissed and suddenly his balls pulled up tight to his body. He splashed M’s insides with cum and groaned as pleasure and exhaustion battled for his attention. M was arching backwards, almost to the point of breaking and Connor pulled on his sweet little cock, focusing on the sensitive head the most.

M ground his ass down on Connor’s cock and gasped as he came all over his chest and belly. His whole body spasmed and he shook with the force of his orgasm.

Connor grabbed him around the waist and rolled them to the side, unsheathing himself from M’s body and putting him down on the pillows to rest, all in one fell swoop.

“I’m tired again,” M moaned.

Connor chuckled as he as he slid to the edge of the pull-out. “Yeah, me too. But I think we should jump in the shower at least. I don’t want to stain Hannah’s furniture. She already thinks I’m an asshole.”

“Who cares,” M muttered, pressing his face into Connor’s thigh.

“C’mon. Get up.” Connor poked him in the side. “You’ll soak these thin ass sheets with cum in a couple seconds. And it’s my cum, so I feel responsible.”

M groaned. “You’re mean.”

Connor kissed him sweetly on the lips. “It’s why you love me,” he said with a smirk.

“Ugh,” M groaned, but he rolled off the couch without protest. Connor followed his cute, bouncing butt to the bathroom, studying the tantalizing stream of cum as it leaked from his thoroughly used hole...

***

They got to the clinic maybe an hour after that. They’d showered together, put on Hannah’s selected outfits, which consisted on jeans and t-shirts, nothing fancy, and they’d navigated around the corner and down two blocks to the facility.

The place was in a flat brick building, between a Wendy’s and a cemetery. Connor didn’t have a very good feeling about the place, but he dragged M inside.

Connor had been to the doctor only a handful of times in his life. He associated the place with embarrassment, pain, and sickness. But he figured a lot of people probably felt the same way…

He signed in for M, faked some information and paid the extravagant co-pay. He tried to keep it short and simple. He was getting uncomfortable. The room was the size of a shoebox and it was cold as ice... There wasn’t really anyone waiting though, just some old lady browsing a magazine in the corner, so he hoped they’d get to see someone soon.

M, of course, was curious about everything. He had all sorts of questions for the receptionist and after five or six rapid-fire inquiries about the office behind the wall and the doctor inside, she shooed him away and shut the glass between them.

Connor cringed a little and tried to wave M over to sit beside him, but the blond was incorrigible. He started talking to the lady in the corner.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’ve been puking a lot. What about you?”

The old lady got a pinched look on her face and buried her nose in her magazine.

M tried a few more prying questions, but he wandered off once he realized the lady wasn’t going to answer.

“What kind of books are these?” he asked the room at large. He flipped through a stack of them piled on a side table.

Connor sighed. “They’re magazines,” he said. “There’re full of pictures.”

M grabbed one off the top and flopped into the nearest chair to look through it.

Connor leaned over his knees and sighed with annoyance. He was regretting the decision to get out of bed. He should have enjoyed the after-sex bliss; this shit was giving him a headache already.

The door next to reception opened and a nurse with a clipboard called out: “Susan.”

The old lady left her magazine on the chair beside her and followed the nurse into the back.

“Where’s she going?”

Connor sighed again. “To see the doctor.”

“Are we next?”

“Probably.”

“How long does it take to see the doctor?”

“I don’t know, maybe 20 or 30 minutes.”

“It takes that long.”

Connor shrugged. “Sometimes it takes longer.”

M pouted a bit, but he went back to his magazine.

Maybe 15 minutes passed. M went through five or six different magazines while Connor drummed his fingers against his arm rest.

Finally, the door next to reception opened and the nurse from before, a black lady with her hair in a bunch of intricate braids, called for: “Mike.”

M looked at Connor with surprise? “Mike?” he mouthed.

Connor jumped up before M could say anything more. He grabbed him by the shoulder and M dropped his magazine as an afterthought. Connor hauled him towards the nurse.

The woman gave them a suspicious look, but she pressed her lips together and opened the door a bit wider so the two of them could come through.

“Let’s get your weight,” she said.

“But we already waited,” M said in a whiny voice.

Connor felt like face-palming, but the nurse didn’t comment. She led them a little ways down the hall and gestured to the scale between two exam rooms.

“Step up,” she said and M climbed onto the scale with more than a little hesitation.

The nurse recorded his weight on her clipboard. She didn’t seem affected by M’s strangeness.

“Do you know how tall you are?” she asked.

“I’m short,” M said and he got off the scale and did a little spin. “See?” he said. “You’re taller than me.”

The nurse gave him a long-suffering stare and M stared back unblinkingly. Finally, Connor spoke up, just to end the awkward staring contest.

“He’s about 5’5.”

The nurse marked it down and then pointed to the door on the right. “Have a seat in there. I’ll be in to take your blood pressure.”

M made a face, but Connor grabbed him firmly and pulled him into the exam room.

“But I don’t want to see blood,” M whispered.

“You won’t. Trust me. Just be quiet.”

The exam room was even colder than the waiting room. It was a white, windowless closet with one chair, an exam table that reclined and a counter and cabinet with a sink and some other medical junk.

Connor pushed M towards the table and told him to hop up while he took a seat in the chair. He didn’t know where else to go. He felt like he was taking up a lot of room.

M literally jumped and hopped up on the table, wrinkling the sheet of protective paper that covered it. He swung his legs back and forth once they were off the ground and he looked around the room with discomfort.

Connor was grinding his teeth to dust. He wished he was anywhere but here, right now. M was being so fucking awkward…

The nurse came in with a stethoscope around her neck. She went to the cabinet and took out a pressure cuff.

“Hold out your right arm,” she said and M wordlessly followed her instructions.

The lady put the cuff around him, stuck the stethoscope’s earpieces in, and then the little drum part went against the crook of his arm.

M hissed “It’s cold.”

The nurse agreed with a hum, but she was already pumping up the cuff and luckily M fell silent.

It barely took a minute. She wrote something down, but didn’t tell them anything. She took all her equipment back and promised the doctor would be in shortly. Then she hurried out of the room.

“What was that for?” M asked.

Connor rubbed his face. “I don’t know,” he lied. He just didn’t want to explain anymore.

M frowned and he shifted on the protective sheet with impatience. Every time he moved, Connor winced. He was uncomfortable and the sound of the paper crinkling was annoying.

There was a brief knock on the door, then. It opened before either of them could respond.

A tired, middle-aged man in a white lab coat and a bunch of pens in his breast pocket strolled into the room.

“Good afternoon gentlemen,” he said without looking up. He was studying a sheet of paper, probably the one with M’s faked info and his vitals. He went to lean against the countertop and he took out one of his numerous pens. “What seems to be the problem today, Mr. Thompson?”

“That’s not my name,” M said quickly and the doctor looked up suddenly. Connor cut them both off.

“Yes, it is. He just likes to be called M for short. It’s a nickname.”

M glared at him, but he kept his mouth shut. The doctor, on the other hand, seemed confused.

“Are you… a family member? A caregiver?”

“He’s my boyfriend,” M said proudly and Connor instantly felt his face get hot with embarrassment. It was the first time he’d felt any warmth since he’d stepped into the building.

“Alright,” the doctor said slowly. “What seems to be the problem?”

“He’s throwing up every morning,” Connor said so M didn’t say something else that was stupid. “I was worried he had allergies or some kind of stomach problem.”

The doctor seemed even more confused. “Every morning?”

“Like clockwork,” Connor said. “It happens before he eats breakfast, but it doesn’t seem to bother him any other time of the day.”

The doctor scratched his head and set his paperwork aside. “That doesn’t sound like an allergy.”

Connor shrugged.

“Let’s check out your stomach before we go any further,” he said. “Could you lay back, please?”

M laid back on the crinkly exam table and the doctor warned him that he was going to touch his stomach.

“Ok,” M said, but he looked deeply uncomfortable. Maybe he didn’t like Connor doing all the talking, but Connor didn’t care. He just wanted to get out of here. Nobody needed anymore of M’s silly questions or his insistence that his real name consisted of a single letter.

Whatever…

The doctor had a stethoscope too, and he listened to M’s belly in a couple different places.

“I’m going to press on you a little. Tell me if anything hurts,” he said after a few long moments of belly listening.

M nodded and the doctor draped the stethoscope around his neck again before he started feeling around.

A strange look came across his face as he pressed around M’s lower abdomen, below his belly button.

He concentrated around the same area for several minutes and Connor watched with growing interest, thinking they were about to figure out what M’s problem was.

“Sit up, please,” the doctor said and M did as he was asked.

The doctor listened to his back and chest with the stethoscope, but he looked more and more concerned with every breath.

Connor twisted his hands together. When the doctor took the stethoscope off, he couldn’t help himself. He asked what was wrong.

“Do you think you could give me a urine sample?”

M started to say something, but Connor talked over him. “Do you have to pee?”

M quirked an eyebrow. “I guess,” he said.

“He wants you to pee in a cup, so they can test it.”

M laughed. “Eww.”

Connor sighed and the doctor looked between them, obviously thrown for a loop.

“I’ll go with him,” Connor said. “I don’t think he can do it on his own.”

The doctor nodded stiffly. “I’ll show you to the bathroom, then.”

Connor got up as the doctor left the room. He gestured for M to follow and the blond slid off the table and came along.

They were led to a tiny bathroom with a toilet, a sink and a bunch of urine cups underneath. There was a metal door over the toilet where they would leave the urine specimen.

The doctor shut the door behind them and Connor grabbed a cup, twisted the top off and held it over the toilet.

“Aim your pee into the cup,” he said. “You don’t have to get all of it in. Fill it halfway maybe.”

“This is gross,” M said, but he was already unzipping his fly.

“They can tell a lot of different stuff from looking at it,” Connor said quickly. “Let’s just get this over with.”

M made all kinds of dumb faces as he whipped out his dick, but he started to piss into the cup. Connor rolled his eyes and looked away, only to get a handful of piss sprayed on him.

“C’mon! Watch it!” He checked the cup to see it was overflowing. He dumped a little of it out and put the cap back on.

“Sorry!” M finished peeing in the toilet. He looked embarrassed.

“Just… let’s go back to the room,” Connor huffed. He stuck the pissy cup on the shelf behind the metal door and quickly washed his hands. M shook himself of and zipped up again. He followed Connor back down the hall with his head down.

“The doctor’s gone,” he said when they got back to the room. He went to sit on the exam table again and Connor took the chair.

“He’s looking at your pee,” Connor said. He crossed his legs and tried to be calm.

“That’s so weird,” M said with a giggle.

“You’re the one who’s weird. It’s obvious you’ve never even heard of a doctor,” Connor sneered. “You’re weirding people out.”

“Well, I never have heard of a doctor before,” M said.

“And that’s weird.”

M pouted and turned to face the far wall. He stared blankly at the white paint. “We shouldn’t have come. We were having a great morning until we got here.”

“Yeah, well, I just want to find out what’s wrong with your stomach. The pee test is just the beginning. If they don’t find anything interesting, they’ll have to do x-rays and draw blood.”

“Blood?”

“Yeah. They’ll stick you with needles and pull blood out of your veins—”

“That’s horrible!”

“That’s why they’re looking at your pee instead. They’re trying to avoid hurting you.”

M shifted around some more. He bit his lip and looked highly uncomfortable, almost as much as Connor felt.

They sat in silence for maybe 10 minutes. Connor wished he had his phone or something… anything to look at besides the boring white walls and the tongue depressors and cotton balls in jars on the medical counter.

He hoped the doctor was almost done…

There was another brief knock on the door and Connor sat up straight. The doctor came in and he looked at them both with a deep crease between his brows. He shut the door and walked over to lean against the counter again. He didn’t have any paperwork with him, but he was clicking one of his pens in a nervous fashion.

“What is your biological sex?” he asked, click-click-clicking his pen.

Connor scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean? He’s male.”

Click-click-click. The doctor didn’t even look in Connor’s direction. “Would you like him to wait in the hall for a moment so we can talk privately,” he asked, staring M down with a stern gaze.

“Why?” M asked. “I’m a boy. I’m exactly like he is.” He gestured to Connor, sitting on his chair with his back ramrod straight.

The doctor was quiet for a long moment. Click-click-click. He studied M with extreme suspicion. “It appears that you’re pregnant.”

“What?!” Connor stood up. “That’s fucking impossible. Is that the best fucking conclusion you could come up with? Do some more tests! He’s not a fucking girl, alright! He’s got a dick, a set of balls and an asshole! That’s it!”

Click-click-clickity-click. The doctor stared Connor down silently until he sat back in his chair and folded his arms tightly across his chest. He was fuming. He didn’t want to hear any of this stupid bullshit!

“I’m not an OB, but I can feel the fetus,” he said. “He has a uterus in there.”

“C’mon!” Connor cried. “No, he doesn’t!”

“I had the nurse run a pregnancy test on the urine. It came up positive—”

“What did you do, M?” Connor snapped and he whirled on the blond sitting idly on the exam table. He was swinging his legs again, looking like a little child with the way his feet dangled high above the linoleum floor.

“I— I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes, you did!” Connor roared. “You did something to make this happen!”

“I think you should step out in the hall, sir,” the doctor said. Clickity-clicking his pen. He finally seemed to notice he was doing it and he set it aside. “I need to speak with my patient.”

“No. Fuck this.” Connor leapt up again and he marched to M’s side. He pulled the boy from the exam table and yanked him out of the room.

M’s arm was limp in Connor’s grip. He followed along meekly, down the hall, past reception, and out through the lobby.

As soon as they were outside, Connor released him. Disgust burned him from the inside. It kind of felt like a bad case of heartburn…

“I don’t fucking believe you,” he said. “You set this up. You did this without my fucking permission!”

“I didn’t know,” M said, lowering his head in chastisement. Connor turned away with a dramatic huff and walked off. He didn’t check to see if M was following, or if the blond was still checking out the sidewalk.

Connor walked a good couple blocks, going past Hannah’s townhouse, figuring he’d circle around when he needed too… But he was feeling guilty, damnit. He stopped on the corner, in front of a cafe, and turned to see the little blond was running to catch up. He wasn’t far behind, but Connor still had to wait a moment or two. He stuck his hands in his pockets and glared at a couple who were coming out of the shop with coffee or lattes or whatever.

M finally caught up. He glared up at Connor as he panted for breath. “I didn’t do this on purpose,” he said. “I asked you if we could have a baby and you said it was impossible! I trusted you, I didn’t think it would happen!”

“This is some alien bullshit,” Connor sneered. “Your stupid Mothership put a uterus in you… How are you even going to give birth? Is the baby coming out your ass?!”

“I— I don’t know,” M said and he hung his head in shame.

“Babies have big heads, retard! Your ass is going to be torn all to hell, you know that right?”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” M whispered.

Connor spat on the ground as another wave of disgust bubbled up from his stomach. They shouldn’t be having this conversation in public… he took M’s hand and dragged him around the block, circling around just like he’d planned.

“I wish I could talk to Mother,” M said. “When she took the tracker out of you, she did all these tests on me... “

“Pregnancy tests,” Connor snorted. “Fucking great.”

“I can’t believe she didn’t tell me. I don’t know why she wouldn’t.”

“Probably because your amazing alien spaceship is light years beyond us in intelligence! Didn’t you know!”

“Connor… please—”

“No!” Connor cried. “She absolutely should have told us what was wrong with you! Then I wouldn’t have had to pay $80 dollars to get you a pregnancy test! I thought you were sick!”

“I’m morning sickness… like Jamie has.”

“Shut up,” Connor snapped. “This isn’t happening. Whatever’s going on with you… I don’t believe it.”

“I feel sick,” M said softly. “Right now.”

“Well, don’t bother me with it anymore. I tried to get you help, but that doctor was insane. He thought you were a transgender or something.”

“What does that—”

“No more questions!”

M bit his lip and held the question inside. Connor hustled them back to the townhouse. He opened the door with the spare key Hannah had left for them, on a table in the living room.

Connor let them inside and once the door was locked behind them, he left M standing awkwardly in the living room. He went upstairs to their room, mostly to be alone, but also to do some Googling on Hannah’s computer.

Whether he believed it or not, he’d never done any research on pregnancies before. He had to know what was going on…