Parasitic Love Redux - 28. Waves

Connor jerked out of bed with a start. M sat beside him, smiling fondly.

"What the fuck," Connor grunted. "How long have—When did you get here?"

"Before the sun came up," M said pleasantly.

Connor glanced out the window. The sun was blazing high in the sky. "It's been three days," he said, blinking into the light. "What took so long?"

"I found Mother," M said in a rush. "Her wreckage was scattered across the ocean floor."

"So, you were deep sea diving?"

M laughed. "Yeah," he said. "I could tell the agent had already been poking around," he said with a shrug. "There were some intact hibernation berths down there. They were open."

"What's that mean?"

"Well," M sheepishly rubbed the back of his tanned neck. "The berths can't be opened from the inside. I'm thinking the agent got a lot of conscious mind's to experiment with."

Connor got out of bed and slowly started to get dressed. He didn't think any of this sounded very positive. "So, did the agent get everything useful?"

"No!" M said excitedly. "He got a lot of Mother's research and information, but he missed her mainframe. The bit that stores her everything." He jumped up and grabbed a rucksack tossed by the door. Connor watched him as he finished dressing. The blond pulled a glowing orb out of the cloth bag. It fit perfectly between the palms of his hands.

"I don't know how he missed this… It was buried under some discarded hardware," M said. His face glowed green in the the weird alien light.

"What are you going to do with it?"

M looked up, a creepy smile on his face. "I'm going to put her in Nathan’s drone," he said. "I think she'd appreciate the freedom of the device."

Connor snorted. "Cool."

"Yeah," M grinned. "I've got a lot of work to do."

Connor tisked. "Don't get too excited, now," he said.

M bit his lip.

"Well," Connor said awkwardly. "I'm glad you're back. It's been depressing without you." He moved closer and hugged M over the glowing orb. It was warm between them…

M suddenly pulled away and bent to return the orb to its bag.

Connor stood awkwardly for a few beats, stuck in a hug-pose, then he finally managed to drop his arms. He mumbled something about breakfast and he made his way around M's figure and downstairs.

He was used to coming into an empty kitchen now. Nathan still had school in the mornings and Julie felt some odd obligation to sit at Jamie's beside most of the day, so they both left early in the morning.

The afternoon after Bradley left, Julie finally went shopping. She was came in through the garage with a bunch of groceries when Connor was dozing on the couch with Babe playing on HBO to an inattentive audience.

Connor was eager to help, of course. And he wanted to see what she'd picked up, anyway.

Cereal! Alright!

Connor was thinking which kind he'd have today—Julie had picked out a few different kinds. Frosted Flakes, Lucky Charms, Fruity Pebbles…

He walked into the kitchen, thinking he'd have some Pebbles, but pulled up short and stopped when his eyes met Nathan's. The teenager sat at the island, the box of Pebbles in front of him.

Connor blinked in surprise. He went to the cabinet near the fridge and distractedly selected a cereal bowl by feel.

"Don't you have school?" he asked.

"Dude. It's Saturday," Nathan scoffed.

Connor wasn't keeping track of the days anymore. He shrugged and grabbed a spoon from the utensil drawer. He went to stand opposite his brother as he reached for the cereal box.

"Seriously?"

Nathan looked up. "Sorry. My second bowl emptied the box," he said.

Connor scowled with annoyance. "Throw it away, then," he complained under his breath. He did that very thing and then picked a different box of cereal while he was at it.

"I was getting to that," Nathan huffed.

Connor rolled his eyes. He sat down again and glared at his bowl of Frosted Flakes.

"I'm really pissing you off, aren't I?" Nathan asked, seemingly proud of himself.

"I'm just thinking about how nice it's been these past couple mornings… peaceful, quiet. Nobody bothered me or ate all the cereal."

Nathan snorted with amusement while Connor shoveled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. He just wanted to get this over with…

He took the dog out next.

He hurried through his normal routine. He wanted to get home and check on M.

Back at the house, he left the dog outside so he could enjoy the sunshine. Connor went inside next, and glanced around the empty living room. He passed the kitchen, seeing no one. He jogged upstairs next and hurried down the hall…

Connor stopped in Nathan's open doorway. M sat in the middle of the room, in the midst of a small pile of wires and mechanical parts. There was a laptop with a bunch of DOS text on the screen and a glowing drone was connected to it. The sleek, black drone vibrated with energy; its four tiny propellers spun silently as the craft hovered smoothly above the carpet.

Nathan was on the bed, watching M's amazing alien technology with an expression of boredom. He lifted his head and made eye contact with Connor.

"Connor's here," he announced.

M looked up. His face was stuck in a goofy grin… It was obvious how excited he was. "I had to do some quick modifications on the drone's internal system, but I'm downloading Mother now!"

"Wow," Connor said. "How long will that take?"

"I don't know," M said cheerfully, turning back to the laptop. The running numbers kind of reminded Connor of The Matrix. "But when it's done, we'll be able to talk to her just like when we were on the ship!"

"So… Her voice is going to like… be in my head?"

M made a face. "What?"

Connor sighed. "Nevermind. You probably love it when she whispers in your ear."

M pouted a little, but then he perked up. "She'll be able to give us all kinds of helpful information. And we'll be in constant contact now! We'll definitely be able to beat the agent's evil plans!"

Connor smirked. "What a relief. I was starting to think we were completely screwed."

"Don't be so negative," M said. "I know we can do this."

Connor laughed darkly. "With a drone from Best Buy?"

M jumped up and leapt at Connor over the bundles of cords. He shoved him right through the door and slammed him into the wall out in the hallway with an incredible strength.

Connor choked on his tongue as he lost all the breath in his body. Back in the room, Nathan started to chortle with glee. Connor gazed into M's eyes with complete shock.

The blond leaned into his face. He pressed his forearm painfully into Connor's broad chest.

"What the fuck?" Connor hissed. "You're hurting me!"

"Stop doubting my power, Connor," M breathed into his face. "I used to have a problem with seizures, but I don't think it'll be an issue anymore, once the baby is born."

"Wha-what?"

"I told you. I'll figure this out," M said. "I will, Connor. I'll fix everything. Just wait and see," he pressed.

Connor sucked on his sore bleeding tongue… He didn't know what to say; didn't even know if it was safe to speak…

M released him in an instant and Connor sagged back down to the floor. He hadn't even realized it, but M had lifted him off the ground at some point.

"This is the room for winners," M said and Connor looked up at him as Nathan continued his childish gawfing from the bed. "We don't need any negative people in here. Only winners." He backed into Nathan's room and shut the door between them.

Connor was left to gape at the closed door, Nathan's obnoxious laughter drifting through the thin barrier.

"Well, fuck." Connor shook his head and decided to let it go. M was right, in a way. He didn't really deserve to have his parade rained on…

Connor went down to the living room and turned the TV on. He could wait. M couldn't sit up there all night.

***

Julie came back from the hospital late in the afternoon. The TV was still on, but Connor wasn't watching it. He drifted in and out of a restless slumber stretched out on the couch.

He heard his mother cooking in the other room though. And after awhile and another strange dream, someone shook him awake.

"Dinner's ready," M murmured.

Connor opened his eyes.

"Mother's still not ready," the blond said as Connor sat up stiffly. "But I'll give her a rest for the night."

"Aww, does Nathan need his bedroom back?" Connor joked.

"Yeah," M chuckled. "He does."

Connor stood and stretched. He looked over M's shoulder, towards the kitchen, wondering what was for dinner.

"C'mon. They're waiting for us," M said, brushing hair out of his pretty eyes.

Connor stared down at the blond. He slowly touched the front of his t-shirt and pulled him a little closer.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he said. "I wasn't trying to make fun of you. I was just joking around."

"I know." M grinned. "But I am going to figure out how to get rid of the agent." His green eyes flashed. "I'm more determined than ever."

Connor leaned down and kissed the blond tenderly. He cupped his face and held him close. He didn't want to fight or be on bad terms with anyone, anymore. There was no telling what tomorrow would bring.

M hummed into Connor's mouth before he drew away. "Your family is in the other room!" he giggled.

"So? They've been around for weeks. They know better than to walk in on us." Connor looped an arm around M's waist and tried to wrangle him in, but M slipped away with ease, like he was made of smoke.

"Wait until bedtime," he said with a glimmer in his eye. "I'll make it worth it. I promise."

Connor's cock perked up in interest, but luckily he was a bit more restraint than the average 20-something year-old.

He casually adjusted his hardening length in his jeans. He couldn't help but to grin when M's gaze trailed downwards at the move… Connor squeezed his thick erection once more before he left it alone.

"I'll wait til tonight," he said. "But I expect a high quality lay when we head upstairs for bed."

M blushed. "Ok."

"Good," Connor smirked. "Now, get the fuck out of here," he said. "I can't go in the kitchen until this goes down a little," be said, poking a finger at the obvious erection he wore so proudly. "And you aren't helping."

M's face got redder. "O-o-ok."

The blond crab-walked out of the living room and disappeared into the hall. Connor waited until he was out of earshot, and then chuckled a bit to himself at the hilarity of the situation.

He waited a few moments, but his erection flagged the second he thought of Julie and dinner. His stomach growled in hungry discomfort. He followed M into the kitchen.

M and Nathan sat side by side at the island, leaving the space beside M free. They were eating chicken tenders, baked potatoes and they each had side dishes with a garden salad.

"There you are, Connor," Julie said and Connor turned to her voice. He found her standing by the stove, eating a much smaller helping of chicken and potatoes than everyone else. She set her plate on the counter and grabbed a clean one off the stove. "Let me get a plate," she said enthusiastically.

Connor let her do it. Maybe he shouldn't have, but he figured it'd take twice as long to get her to stop… and besides, she was already presenting Connor with a plate of food and a side salad.

"Sit," she urged, waving towards the island. "I'm fine over here."

Again, Connor didn't argue with her. He simply took his dinner to the counter and sat beside M.

"It's good, mom," he said after he'd had a few bites. It was the least he could do.

Julie waved the compliment off. "It's nothing fancy."

"It's better than another pizza," he said. "Or more fast food."

"What's wrong with fast food?" Nathan asked. "Chick-fil-A makes a great grilled chicken." Connor shot a glare at his younger brother and Nathan was quick to play nice. "But this is good, too," he said quickly. "Thanks, ma."

Julie smiled around a bite of potato.

Beside Connor, M ate happily. He hummed pleasantly to himself as he tasted everything on his plate. Suddenly, he cried out and his hand flew to his stomach.

"Connor!" he hissed through gritted teeth. "Your son is kicking up a storm right now."

Connor's eyes went wide and everyone else went quiet and still. Then, feeling like he should, Connor reached over and laid his hand over M's.

The baby was indeed rolling in M's small belly and kicking his limbs about in a frenzy. Connor smirked and pulled back.

"I think he likes dinner, too," he said. "Hey, mom! Your grandkid likes your cooking!"

"Well, that's a nice change," Julie laughed. "I've been through years of complaints from both Nathan and his dad. I kind of got used to it."

Nathan hung his head a little. "Jamie's baby will like your cooking too, ma," he said. "The poor thing's been getting hospital food through a tube for a month now. Anything has to taste like heaven after that."

Julie quirked an eyebrow. "I'll consider that a compliment. Thank you, Nathan."

Nathan tipped his imaginary hat.

Connor quickly finished his meal while M recovered from the baby's movements and cautiously resumed eating. Nathan picked at his food with a look on his face… Connor was glad to finish first and duck out of the kitchen, using the dog as an excuse.

Jack was eager to get some exercise, and Connor stretched and flexed his muscles as they made their way across the neighbors' backyards and to the bike trail. Once they hit the asphalt, Connor set off at a run. The dog barked happily and followed him down the bay, over the bridge and through the neighborhood to complete their circuit. Connor slowed down as they neared Julie's house. He breathed the clean air in deep lungfuls and enjoyed the twilight effect on the sky. It was a pretty purple-blue.

Connor let the dog in the house for the night.

They entered the living room off the patio and stumbled into Julie, Nathan and M browsing the TV guide on the movie channels.

"We're going to pick a movie. Want to watch with us?" Julie asked as Connor led the dog into the kitchen, thinking he'd refresh his water bowl and give him a couple new scoops of food.

"I guess," Connor said. He'd much rather get some ass, but he figured they'd watch one movie and then it'd probably be bedtime.

Connor came into the living room a few minutes into the movie. It was something new with Will Smith.

He sat beside M and awkwardly put an arm around him. The blond leaned into his side immediately and kissed his cheek. He settled comfortably against him and Connor felt himself relax. He decided to enjoy the stupid movie.

***

An hour and a half later, the movie was ending and it didn't feel weird to say goodnight. Nathan was already heading upstairs with his phone, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Are you going to bed, mom?" Connor asked as he and M straightened up the couch for the night.

"I think I'll make a cup of tea first," Julie mused. She stood up as Connor reached her end of the couch. He tidied up behind her as she breezed into the hall. "It's a beautiful night. I think I'll sit out on the patio for a little bit," she said over her shoulder. "It's a full moon tonight, boys. Did you notice?"

Connor looked out the sliding glass door, but the moon was higher up than the view would permit.

"Done!" M said as he tossed the last throw pillow into place. He looked up at Connor with purpose. "Let's go to bed," he said.

Connor smiled. He took M's hand and led him upstairs. The second the door shut behind behind them, they were all over each other, kissing deeply, touching each other's bodies with eagerness.

Connor pushed M back on the bed and ripped his clothes off. He shed his own as a pesky afterthought. He smoothed his hands across M's supple flesh, forcing little moans of pleasure from the blond. He worried his tender pink nipples with his fingertips and teased his way down to M's ticklish navel. He circled around the blond's straining erection and drew patterns across the silk of his sensitive inner thighs.

M groaned with frustration and as Connor watched, the tip of his cockhead weaped a clear droplet of precum.

Connor chuckled. He grabbed M's cock firmly at the base and slid his hand up and down the shaft. Up and down. Up and down.

M gasped as his penis erupted in an ejaculation. His cream spewed over Connor's hand and drooled down M's round stomach.

"Ohhh! Connor! I'm supposed to be making you feel good," M whined sweetly.

Connor stretched out on the bed next to M and captured his mouth in another passionate kiss. "You are making me feel good," he said.

M rolled to lay against Connor's side. He wrapped his arm around his back and kissed him deeply, moaning wantonly into Connor's open mouth.

Connor's cock was incredibly hard. M's naked skin and the rhythmic motions of his body were driving Connor crazy. M was hard again too. Connor could feel his greedy erection pressing into his thigh…

Suddenly, M slithered down Connor's body and nestled himself between his legs. Grinning, he collected Connor's hard penis in his hand and brought it to his open mouth.

Connor groaned when M swallowed his cock. He had a perfect view of the blond as he slurred his lips and tongue up and down the throbbing shaft.

M sucked his thick cock for some time. Connor's eyes rolled up in his head at the sound of M's lips smacking around his length. He was totally in love with the way M sucked his dick… He weaved his fingers in M's soft hair and relaxed into the feeling…

M kept it up for a while, but he ended up releasing Connor before he could come.

Connor was a bit disappointed and he sat up, wondering what M was going to do next…

The blond turned around and with the curve of his spine facing Connor, he straddled Connor's hips, reached between his legs and grabbed Connor's straining erection.

Connor watched in amazement as M lowered himself onto his cock. M's hole was dark and shiny with lubrication… Connor figured M must have fingered himself while he sucked his dick…

M cried out and threw his head back as Connor's cock breached the entrance to his secret backdoor.

Connor was treated to the beautiful sight of M's anus stretching to accept his excessive length. M had his hands clenched on Connor's calves, so Connor held onto him by gripping the blond's narrow hips.

M grunted and worked his hips a few times, sliding up and down Connor's shaft. Finally, with a look of determination, M forced his body down the last few inches. He then sat with his bare asshole flush against the base of Connor's hard cock.

Connor was in heaven. He used his thumbs to spread M's ass cheeks and proudly admired the sight of his penis buried deep in a willing body.

M whimpered like a baby, but he was a big boy and rode Connor's cock like a proper slut. He raised up on his knees, letting Connor's cock slide out until just the head remained inside his body. Then he pushed back and took Connor's entire length inside him once more.

The rim of M's little hole struggled to adjust to the sudden reinsertion and he grunted and moaned from the twinge of pain. It became easier the more times M lowered himself onto Connor's erection though. He got a bit looser and everything got much wetter…

M threw his head back and his silky hair, almost down to his shoulder blades now, cascaded across his skin. Connor touched it with his fingers but the strands slipped right through as M sat up straight and hunched his back so he could take more of Connor's hard dick into his clenching hole.

Connor sobbed with pleasure. Fuck. His cock was literally foaming with precum. M's asshole was dripping with it… Connor was close to actually cumming and it'd been built up so amazingly at this point, he was afraid he'd lose consciousness when he released.

M obviously wanted to find out what would happen either way. He humped his hips up and down, fucking himself with abandon. Their wet skin slapped together again and again. The sound was deafening.

Just then, over M's shoulder, Connor noticed the full pale moon hanging just outside their big window.

It was beautiful and it really brought out the pretty, soft-white hairs on M's golden-tan shoulders.

Connor felt his body gearing up to cum and already, he knew there was nothing he could do about it. This was going to happen.

He dug his fingers into M's hips and bounced him up and down on his dick a few times more. Then he brought the blond's body down on his cock with force. M yelled out and Connor grunted with delirious pleasure. He did this again. And then again. He lifted M's well-stretched anus off his hard, dripping cock and then, just when M's poor little hole started to close up again, he brought M down into his lap. Hard.

The next time he slammed his dick deep into M's hole, Connor lost all strength to his body. He fell back, limp, on the mattress and his eyes slid closed as a wave of helpless pleasure washed over his head…

***

Connor didn't open his eyes again until sometime early the next morning.

The sun was making an appearance on the horizon. Soft blues and reds touched the edges of the sky.

Connor was naked and tangled in a sheet on the bed. M was beside him and he too was mostly under the sheet. Except for his ass. That was totally exposed. His head was under the blankets though and Connor could hear soft snoring drifting from underneath the covering.

Connor got up lazily and threw on some sweats. He went downstairs for a piss.

"That was one hell of a fuck last night," Connor said to his reflection as he pissed in the second floor bathroom. He was in the guest bathroom for extra privacy. Nobody was using it now that the girls had gone back to South Dakota.

He faked a look of speculation for the mirror and pulled a deep, corny voice. "Oh yeah? I don't believe ya. What was so great about it?"

Connor knew he was being stupid, but he didn't care. Nobody could hear him. "Hannah wasn't loose or anything," he said. "I'm not saying that. But M's got the tightest hole I've ever fucked."

"Well, that certainly sounds like some pretty good sex." Connor continued in his deep, judgemental voice. "But 'tight' doesn't make it special."

"Fuck off," Connor snapped. "He rode my dick reverse-cowgirl style so I could see it going in and out of his asshole the whole fucking time!" Connor said to the naysayer. He shook the extra urine off his dick and tucked himself away. "And another thing!" he said as he turned on the water. He poked a finger at his reflection. "He let me fuck him as hard as I wanted. He's pregnant and he still took my cock like a total whore. He's amazing in bed."

Connor washed his hands under the hot water then bent down to rinse his face, as well. When he stood up again, he saw another figure besides his own in the mirror…

He turned at once and saw fucking Nathan standing in the doorway to the guest room, grinning hugely.

"Fuck— Nathan! What the hell, man?" Connor cried. "Why are you spying on me in the bathroom?"

"Because I heard you talking to someone and I wanted to know who."

"Fuck you!" Connor's face was bright red. He could feel it burning.

"That was a wild insight into your sex life," Nathan said with a laugh. "Really hot stuff."

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Connor shouted and he flew out the door at his obnoxious brother. Nathan ran down the hall, yelling at the top of his lungs. Connor was so pissed he didn't even care that they were waking the whole house. He ran after Nathan until he caught him down in the living room. Then he beat the hell out of the stupid brat like he deserved…

Nathan, the idiot, laughed through the entire thing.

Connor, though, felt strangely invigorated.

It seemed some things never changed.

But Connor hoped he could change a few things about his miserable existence in the weeks to come… It was stupid, but he really did want a better home for the baby.

He'd do what he could to keep things moving in a positive direction, even if it felt like they were always taking a step forward only to take two back.

They were treading water now; sitting like floating ducks on calm waters. Hopefully, nobody disturbed the waters before we were prepared. It would suck if they ended up drowning because of a couple waves…