Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 17
anonymous
April 19 2015, 17:39:32 UTC
"Shortly after I turned 10, this was my sixth or seventh week on the streets, I ran into a businessman near LaGuardia Airport. I was used the remaining daytime to search for a less homeless filled place to sleep. I thought nothing of it, quickly apologizing before continuing on. The sun was setting so it was starting to get dark and I figured it'd be best to start looking for somewhere to sleep. He followed me."
"And what did he do?" Tarquin asked. A cold, barbed tone entering his speech. His grip remained just as light, thankfully.
no more biting my hands, do you understand?
good, you're silent now, you're coming wi-
"He waited until I entered an alleyway and he easily overpowered me, and then he gagged me. He then tried to take me with him," he coldly stated and Tarquin's grip for a split second dug into his shoulder. He ignored the brief pain.
"Sorry. Tried?" Tarquin asked after easing his grip.
"I killed him," he replied, voice still distant and cold, "He seemed to think that removing my voice," his ability to scream for help, "would make me compliant. I pushed him into a wall and he snapped his neck against a drain pipe."
"Humans aren't that fragile. Biotics?" Tarquin asked after a momentary silence.
"Biotics. Though the motherfucker had one hell of a limp neck. Punk-ass bitch motherfucker..." He muttered angrily under his breath.
"Punk-ass?... Motherfucker?" Tarquin said in complete confusion.
"Punk-ass bitch motherfucker, Tarquin. He was a punk-ass bitch motherfucker. Say it after me Tarquin. Punk-ass. Bitch. Mother. Fucker." Terrence recited with a growing smile in face of Tarquin's disbelief. Count on the turian to be more unbalanced by curses than a child killing an adult male.
"No thank you, Terrence. It's incredibly generous of you, but I'll allow you to keep your monopoly on exotic cursing." Tarquin demurred with a laugh.
"Fine, fine. All the more for me," he replied with a small chuckle. He felt so damn at ease around Tarquin, it was kind of scaring him.
"Well, I killed the punk-ass bitch motherfucker and I ran. I ran to an abandoned, run-down building near the airport and broke in through one of the side windows, my biotics deciding to respond to me for once without needing mortal danger. A quick Pull on the lock, and then a careful Lift on myself and I was in. I stayed there for my remaining time on the streets. It had electricity and hot water, luckily enough. For food, I'd scavenge the trash cans near the airport at night. All of the money people lost around the airport proved useful in getting transport to school. The airport was kind of far away."
Terrence chuckled. Those couple of months in that building had been pretty damn blissful in comparison to the earlier two.
"Anyway, it was more or less plain sailing from then on, survival wise at least. I became obsessed with learning things on the terminal in the building because I didn't know how long the school was going to look the other way when my parents hadn't been able to come to any of the parents meetings."
He paused to finish his water.
"Then they came," he said with slight amusement.
"They?" Tarquin asked.
"The Tenth Street Reds. A street gang. They became my family for the next seven and a half years."
"I don't believe you just welcomed them with open arms... did you?" Tarquin mused to himself.
"No. I kept running into one or two of them as I came back from school. I don't know what they were doing in Queens, since I now know they operate in Manhattan, but I'm fairly sure that they were scoping out prospective members."
"They were sharp. They recognised the battered backpack I kept on me at all times, the fact that I was very good at disappearing and they took to just giving me friendly smiles when they saw me. They knew a homeless child when they saw one."
"Eventually, I caved. Eventually being maybe after near thirty encounters with friendly people dressed in red, and I spoke back to one of them when spoken to, for once. And that was it really."
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 18
anonymous
April 19 2015, 17:40:37 UTC
"That simple?" Tarquin asked.
"That simple. It didn't hit me until I started spending time with them how lonely I was. I'd slowly become incredibly withdrawn at school, what I was going through made it difficult to be happy, or pretend to be. Children are frighteningly perceptive. Anyway, I stayed with some of the older members who owned apartments though I did return to my place near the airport occasionally. I'd become a little attached to that place..."
"So I imagine, being in a gang, even with as young as you were you had to pull your weight eventually?" Tarquin slowly asked.
Terrence nodded absently.
"When I wasn't in school, I was helping them break into buildings. Burglary... arson on some occasions. They'd asked me to drop out, but some things like your parents telling you education is everything are too ingrained. Looking back I'm surprised that they didn't try and pressure me to drop out. All the crimes I was responsible for didn't result in any deaths. None that I know of. One time, when I was fourteen, they took me to intimidate someone who owed them money. I beat him a little, I wasn't really doing much damage. I was one hell of a skinny teenager. Then, they asked me to use my biotics. He broke quickly after that, but they never asked me to do that again, intimidate someone. I had been... rather brutal. Slamming, lifting and pulling him about. It wasn't pretty."
"Did you kill him?" Tarquin asked surprisingly calmly.
"Nah, but I imagine he wished he was dead in the end. They were genuinely afraid of me for a while after that. It was easy to forget that whilst I was younger than most of them, I could easily rip them apart at the molecular level if I ever got angry enough. It was especially easy to forget that when all I seemed to use my biotics for were little things like breaking locks or lifting people through windows. They gradually phased me out of any operations by the time I was fifteen and I ended up going to school full time, a member, but not a gang member anymore. One of the older members, a guy called Quinn, posed as my father for anything that required a parent. That was fun. I graduated when I was eighteen with a GPA of 3.4 and my SAT was pretty good, 1930. I hadn't made any plans for college, I know that all students are expected to have a physical done upon enrolment and I had no intention of joining the military as it's compulsory for biotics. I honestly would have done better if I'd participated more, but I was a real loner at school. I ended up gaining a reputation for being distant and intense. Little did they know that my anger would result in me glowing blue. A couple of weeks after, the hideout I was staying at was raided by the police and I was given an ultimatum of prison or the military when they discovered I was a biotic."
He paused for a second to clear his throat.
"I'm in a very unique position due to the nature of my biotics. Most biotics spend their puberty in a training facility and get an amp fitted as soon as possible, whilst I hadn't. So there had been expectations that I'd be weaker than them. With that not being the case, and me requiring anger to accomplish anything more than a Lift or a Pull, I'll be getting one of the more experimental amps, the L3, fitted once I've mastered my control. Less risk of complications due to my age from the L3. I could apparently be one of the most powerful biotics that humanity has if I master myself. It's why I was put on Captain Anderson's ship almost immediately after boot camp in hopes he'd whip me into shape."
Tarquin seemed to be digesting everything.
"What about the xenophobia? You haven't explained that," he asked with a hint of confusion.
"Oh that. Well, when I'd first joined they were fond of talking about aliens. How they killed humans, enslaved humans, how humanity was better off alone... stuff like that. And eventually I began to parrot their beliefs, and believe them. I'd wanted desperately to fit in. I didn't want to end up on the streets. Alone," he admitted.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 19
anonymous
April 19 2015, 17:42:24 UTC
"Not again."
It was silent for a few minutes before Tarquin spoke.
"You did well," Tarquin admitted.
"What?" Terrence uttered, gaining a faint sense of whiplash from the speed at which he'd turned to face Tarquin.
"Crimes aside, you did well. Lesser people would have been broken from your experiences. Or perhaps wouldn't be here at all."
And he took his free hand and gripped it into a fist, then placing it on his chest before giving off a standard Alliance salute.
He returned it.
"Thank you," Terrence said, dipping his head in acknowledgement. Thanks a lot for listening, it meant a lot.
"It was an honour," Tarquin gravely stated with a forbidding expression. He looked a lot like his father in that moment that Terrence couldn't help but laugh.
"Good. I was hoping that would make you laugh," he said with a smile, squeezing his shoulder one more time before standing up.
"You're leaving?" Terrence asked. He sounded fucking despondent. Like someone had announced that it was time for Terrence to go back to the streets.
Tarquin stopped mid-drink, attempting to finish his third glass of the night and peered down at him.
"We're?" He corrected.
It was kind of presumptuous of him, but he could forgive him, he thought, as he stood up in turn. He was his friend after all.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 20
anonymous
November 29 2015, 02:54:39 UTC
The outside of the club was just as crowded as the interior. Terrence parted his way through the crowd at the entrance, brushing shoulders with glamorous asari whose outfits probably cost more than his annual salary, avoiding eye contact with the occasional turian in casual clothing, and fastidiously ignoring the existence of the odd salarian here and there.
Tarquin wasn’t immediately behind him, for whatever reason, and Terrence took the chance to lean against the smooth glowing curve of the club’s corner, far to the right of the queue as he waited. He cringed at the brief spike in his headache from the bass resonating through the walls, and he quickly removed his body from contact with the wall, instead walking over to the neighbouring restaurant and sitting in an empty pavilion. A curse involuntarily left him as he remembered that he was back on duty soon. Six hours according to his omnitool.
He cursed again, staring with betrayal at the neon orange clock. A faint turian chuckle emerged from his left.
“Do all humans swear like you?” Tarquin sidled alongside him in his loping strides.
“It’s a gift,” Terrence said, “what took you so long?”
Tarquin lifted his mandibles with a small, but suggestive, flick.
“The bartender, I forgot her name, Danila? It has a ‘d’ in it…”
Terrence snorted, catching the eye of a passing human and asari couple who gave him and his companion curious looks as they entered the restaurant.
“That was entirely unintentional,” he said, a gleam in his blue eyes, “she -”
“Wanted you,” Terrence said, his delivery deadpan.
Tarquin lowered himself into the seat opposite him.
“Jealous?”
Terrence snorted, in clear exaggeration, and shook his head, appreciatively eyeing the buxom human waitress coming their way.
Once he’d taken his order, he sighed under his breath, feeling oddly jilted that Tarquin had not reacted at all to the purposely forward exchange between himself and the waitress.
Looking up only made him feel more uncomfortable. Tarquin knew. Was he completely transparent, or was the turian some goddamned psychic? It was most likely both.
“More drinks, I think” he stated, ignoring the more than knowing glint to Tarquin’s eyes. “Is that cool with you?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Tarquin said, frowning.
“You seem uncomfortable. Is it me? Tarquin asked, his head minutely tilted in curiosity. Typical Tarquin. Letting him make the first move, trying to let him not feel pressured. Being kind. Why did he have to be so fucking nice?
“Nah… no, I.. fuck.” He stumbled to find a way to articulate what he wanted to say without sounding melodramatic or weak.
He spoke quietly, hoping that no neighbouring customers would hear a single word of what he said.
“This isn’t easy for me. I mean, I’ve went from not liking any aliens, to telling one alien things I’ve never told no one. Shit… not even the people I was closest to in The Reds knew anything that I’d told you. And now I’m starting to think that I might be attracted to one. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
Even with his dark skin tone, Terrence prayed that he wasn’t blushing. There was only so much embarrassment he could take in a single day.
Tarquin stood up, a somewhat blank expression on his already inscrutable features, and placed a credit chit on their table. Terrence silently mourned the steak he’d never have.
“Walk with me.”
The Citadel never seemed to sleep, not unlike New York really, the city of perpetual night-time - the skyscrapers were so tall and densely packed that they blotted the majority of the sky. It was these comparisons that allowed Terrence to ignore the rapid thumping of his heart. Had he fucked up this friendship before it could have even begun?
Tarquin silently led them back to the section of the horticultural gardens in the Presidium that they’d sat in hours ago. It felt more like a lifetime ago.
If the situation wasn’t so tense, he’d have marvelled at the fluorescent yellow leaves of the alien flora surrounding them. They’d been a bland ochre colour during the day cycle.
Surprisingly, Tarquin didn’t shy away from sitting next to him as he’d done earlier. Terrence found himself about to breathe again.
The silence became almost oppressive before finally Tarquin took a deep breath and spoke.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 21
anonymous
November 29 2015, 02:55:31 UTC
“I actually didn’t know you were attracted to me,” he said with a simultaneous downward movement of his brow ridges and mandibles. There was palpable worry in his voice, and Terrence had never considered the possibility that maybe Tarquin was just as uncomfortable as him.
“I really just thought you were jealous of the attention I’d gotten from that asari.”
“Never would have thought that you’d be attracted to a turian,” Tarquin mumbled, a slight blue flush to the hide of his neck not covered by the cowl of his armour.
Terrence’s lips quirked into a faint smirk.
“I’m pretty sure it’s just you, just Mr Super Nice Tarquin Victus,” he said. He didn’t think it would have been particularly flattering to say that he was so deprived of personal intimacy, that wasn’t sex, that he was more than willing to fuck a turian just to feel that sensation of someone caring about him.
“So are we still good?”
Tarquin nodded absently, seeming to be stuck in his own thoughts.
“We’re good.”
Despite his words, the tension thickened once more.
“So are we just going to sit here awkwardly, Terrence?”
Terrence sat up, waking from his light doze.
“What do you expect me to do? I’m not going to proposition you,” he said, shaking his head at the idea. “That would be stu -”
Tarquin sighed and turned towards him.
His mouth suddenly found itself covered by the surprisingly leathery texture of Tarquin’s mouth on his. A gloved hand came to rest on the back of his head as he parted his lips and touched his tongue to Tarquin’s closed mouth-plates. Terrence would have to ask where Tarquin had learned how to kiss, because when his long, coarse tongue snaked into Terrence’s mouth, it transformed a rather shit kiss into a very memorable one. Tarquin tasted like booze. Booze, spicy heat, and the alien taste of his saliva - sweet and herbal tasting with a bland aftertaste. Terrence tilted his head to the side, wanting to deepen the kiss, and Tarquin followed. There was a surprising amount of give to his mouth, as the plates slightly twisted and contorted with every motion they made. Tarquin gently pushed at his chest with his free hand, rumbling low in his chest as he did so, not unlike a giant cat. Not only was he a giant space raptor, he was some sort of strange raptor cat too. Terrence eventually took the hint, his chuckling muffled by the kiss, and laid back down against the bench, spreading his legs. Tarquin laid between them, and gently settled his heavy weight on top of him.
Their subsequent kisses became ravenous, desperate even, as they continued to swap saliva. Terrence could have sworn that Tarquin growled in his mouth when he secured his thighs on the hips of Tarquin’s armour, because he couldn’t imagine what else could have caused a brief, sharp stab of fear to run down his spine.
When their lips came apart for the final time, Terrence found himself stuck in the animal glow of Tarquin’s irises, looming above him, in the low artificial lighting.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 22
anonymous
November 29 2015, 02:56:01 UTC
“Maybe I wanted you to ask,” Tarquin mumbled, giving him one final brief kiss.
Terrence didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything. His lips still tingled with the heat of Tarquin’s saliva.
“How’d you learn to kiss like that?”
“Asari,” he said, “it’s like a rite of passage amongst turians fresh out of boot camp to have sex with an asari.”
Tarquin remained laid on top of him, his breath blowing its heat onto his lips.
“Are you going to get off of me?”
“No. You have questions, don’t you?”
“I do,” Terrence admitted. “Are you even attracted to me?”
“Are you even attracted to me?” Tarquin asked in turn.
Terrence gave the question some thought. Looks weren’t really that important to him, but that wouldn’t be the most tactful answer. He wasn’t very physically attracted to Tarquin, no. The teeth were terrifying, though he was surprised he hadn’t encounter them during their kiss. Apart from that, everything else was just alien and didn’t really do anything for him. His tongue was fucking bomb though. Emotionally, hell yes, and that was what was terrifying. He’d never been good at forming emotional attachments to people, he hadn’t wanted to, but to grow so close to a person within hours of meeting them was alien in itself.
“Not really.” Terrence said. “Not in the physical sense, at least.”
“Same. It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy kissing you though,” he admitted, slipping an arm underneath his back and pulling him in for a kiss.
“I don’t enjoy the act because I find you attractive, Terrence, I enjoy it because of the fact that it’s you… and it does feel pretty good. That sounds horrible, but I hope that it makes sense?”
Oddly, Terrence understood,
“Perfect sense,” he said, keeping it simple.
He’d have liked to keep it simple, but his drunken, lusty mind took over. Likely due to the neglected semi he was hiding in his Alliance blues.
“So… are you going to fuck me or what?”
Tarquin shook his head, whether in disbelief or refusal, Terrence wasn’t sure.
“In your Alliance uniform? I’m certain that’s some form of war crime by our peoples’ standards,” Tarquin said, a slight grin on his features, as he got to his feet.
“But no, I just want a warm body next to mine tonight. Someone I care for, you know? Not just a quick fuck with a random face I’d picked up from a bar.”
Again, Terrence understood.
Tarquin led the way in a much more comfortable silence to a hotel on the Presidium. It was a somewhat lavish asari affair. All sleek blue metallic surfaces and smooth curves. Terrence suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious, feeling that the few human employees in this asari run establishment would know that he just spent maybe twenty minutes making out with a turian, but either they didn’t know what he’d just done or didn’t care. His spine slackened with relief in the lift.
“Relax,” Tarquin said.
They finally came to a room on the fourth floor, and Tarquin swiped his omnitool against a keypad. The door unlocked with a click, and they entered the room.
It was pretty spacious with light decoration. A couple of sleek cream couches around a large screen, an elaborate kitchen unit, and a large cubical shower partitioned away from the open plan. It looked expensive.
“My mother knew the asari matriarch who owns this hotel. So they let me stay for free in case you were wondering,” Tarquin said.
“Knew?”
“My mother passed away when I was fifteen.”
Terrence just nodded, not thinking he’d appreciate an apology or sombre moment. He wouldn’t.
“Where’s the bedroom?” Terrence asked.
The slight frown on Tarquin’s face disappeared and he led the way to the room next to the shower.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 23
anonymous
November 29 2015, 02:56:45 UTC
They stripped in silence. Terrence finished first, quickly sliding underneath the covers of the king-sized bed. Marvelling at the softness of the mattress, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so relaxed, so comfortable. He looked up at Tarquin, who had just taken off his chestplate, fascinated by the tightly corded muscle of his light brown torso with its intermittent grey plating. Looking carefully, he could notice that his facial markings continued along the sides of his neck and ended where his cowl began. His waist was rather narrow before flaring into wider hips that were revealed as Tarquin began to fiddle with the marvel of engineering that his greaves were. Finally, he was naked and Terrence was left baffled.
He had no genitalia? Terrence hadn’t considered the possibility of Tarquin having female genitalia, but he was sure he wouldn’t freak out. Much. Who knew how space raptors worked sexually?
“So, Tarquin… where’s your dick?”
“Safe. It’s all internal,” Tarquin said with a teasing smile. “In fact, if you show me yours, I’ll show you how to show mine.”
Terrence lifted the covers up, and Tarquin slid in beside him, bringing a huge amount of body heat with him. After gathering some pillows to place under his cowl, Tarquin spoke.
“Do you mind if I get closer, Terrence?”
“Not at all.”
Tarquin moved closer so that they were shoulder to shoulder, and Terrence leant forward, thanking Tarquin for taking the initiative when his arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled Terrence into him.
Terrence took Tarquin’s free hand in his and put it on his flaccid cock, stifling a groan at the feel of Tarquin’s incredibly hot hand.
“This is mine,” he said, snickering under his breath.
“I never would have guessed.” Tarquin gave an idle squeeze. Part of.. a large part of Terrence squirmed, but he forced himself to trust Tarquin. He wouldn’t hurt him. Tarquin pulled the covers off so he could get a look.
It was a strange sight, his flaccid cock in that alien triadic grip. Tarquin’s hands were massive and his digits were appropriately proportioned. It was really, really strange to watch. Tarquin’s inspection was both visual and tactile, slowly coaxing him towards an erection with gentle pumps and light squeezes. When he was fully erect, at a sizeable eight inches, Tarquin lightly touched his balls, almost in question.
“Testicles,” Terrence said gruffly.
Tarquin moved back to his dick like he’d been burnt.
“Sorry about that,” Tarquin said.
Terrence, thinking about the mood, didn’t comment. Probably some weird turian thing.
“Hmm… it’s smooth and dark brown. Soft too, even when erect. Very similar in ways, very different in others.”
Tarquin briefly removed his hand to show him a plated region on his crotch that looked oddly like a pussy. It was slightly moist and everything and his brain just about short-circuited. Space raptors, man…
“Put your hand there,” Tarquin said.
Terrence was hesitant, but did as requested.
“Stroke, but don’t put your fingers inside.”
Once he started rubbing, Tarquin went back to idly stroking his cock. It only took a few seconds for something to begin to emerge. Tarquin’s dickhead was bullet-shaped. The differences didn’t end there, however. The shaft got progressively broader as it continued to emerge, ending with a thick base. Looking at it now that it had all left its hiding spot, the whole thing was blue, incredibly slick and ribbed of all things. It was like a really big, slightly gross, exotic dildo. He’d estimate Tarquin to be maybe ten inches and thick.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 24
anonymous
November 29 2015, 02:57:12 UTC
“So?”
“It’s.. it’s.. blue? Wet? I don’t know, Tarquin, where do you want me to begin?”
“Stroking it would be fine for now,” Tarquin promised, moving his hips towards Terrence’s hand.
Terrence gave a minute shudder at the growly tone Tarquin had taken in his arousal.
It was incredibly hot and slick in his hand; it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Despite the whole weird factor, it was a lot easier to stroke than his own due to the natural lubricant. After a couple of strokes, Tarquin’s cock suddenly dribbled a lot of translucent precum from the slit. Terrence stopped.
“I hope you do know that we’re as equally strange to each other.”
“I can imagine” Terrence said, feeling embarrassed that he’d been so transparent with regards to how weirded out he was. Tarquin wasn’t showing any signs of being uncomfortable stroking him, and here he was acting like a fucking virgin.
“We can stop if you want.”
“No.”
Tarquin took it upon himself to distract Terrence by turning and kissing him, continuing to stroke him. They slowly made out until Terrence came with a grunt into Tarquin’s hand.
“I want to watch you get yourself off, Tarquin,” Terrence said.
Tarquin took one hand and placed it at the bulbous base, squeezing it with a groan, and stroked his shaft slowly.
“The base is sensitive?”
“It’s a knot. It’s sensitive to incentivise tying. I’m on hormonal suppressants though, a military thing, so it doesn’t swell on orgasm.”
Terrence found himself very weirded out again, but continued to watch otherwise.
Tarquin’s orgasm came with fanfare in comparison with his own rather quiet one. Tarquin just about roared, sending a thrill of some form of atavistic fear through Terrence, and his legs locked up as his cock spurted spurt after spurt of thick purple cum onto his muscled chest. Tarquin stroked out the remaining drops with a low rumbling purr that helped to calm Terrence’s racing heart.
That was pretty hot going by the growing stiffness in his crotch.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Tarquin smirked, preening it almost seemed, as he cleaned himself and Terrence with some conveniently placed serviettes.
Once they were clean, Tarquin pulled Terrence into his chest with a sigh. Something big and throbbing landed in the cleft of his ass, drooling its slickness.
“You’re still hard,” Terrence said, both slightly horrified and largely impressed by his lack of refractory time.
“I am.”
“I’m going to sleep. I’m on duty tomorrow.”
Tarquin just buried his head in Terrence’s neck with a grunt.
Re: MShep/Tarquin Victus Fortuitous 25
anonymous
December 1 2015, 11:29:36 UTC
When Terrence woke up, the immediate thing that caught his attention was how at ease he felt. He could only describe how he felt as: amazing. It felt like the weight of an entire galaxy had just been lifted off of his neck. let alone his shoulders. Even with the slight hangover he had, he felt on top of the world.
Opening his eyes, greeted him to the sight of Tarquin’s neck. As Terrence slowly became aware of his own limbs again, he realized that he was lying on top of him, with his arms wrapped around his neck, and Tarquin had kept him secured to his body with a heavy hand on one of the globes of his ass. He also became aware of another limb. His dick was hard and rubbing against the hide, thankfully not the plates, of Tarquin’s lower stomach.
Looking to the side, in the direction of a window, showed that the day cycle had yet to begin. It was still fairly dark on the Presidium. His slight movement must have grabbed Tarquin’s attention, because he stretched his legs a little before spreading them further and holding Terrence tighter to his body.
“It’s 4:56. You’ve only slept for about three hours. Is that normal for humans?” Tarquin said, his own voice low.
“Eight or nine hours is the norm for a civilian. Four to six in the military. I feel good though,” Terrence said.
“Do you mind letting me go and use the bathroom? I need to piss,” Terrence said, already feeling apologetic that he’d have to break their close contact.
As Tarquin raised his hand and sat up, Terrence slid over to the side of the bed and stood up. His hangover finally really hit him then, a sharp jab of pain through his temple that made him stumble a little.
“Holy shit,” he grumbled.
Ignoring Tarquin’s quiet chuckle, he slowly ambled his way to the partitioned area in the front room with the shower. In the partition, there was a sink next to the shower along with an assortment of toiletries in a stylish cabinet display that spanned the entire wall. After dealing with his bladder, he went back to the toiletry rack. Most of the products he didn’t recognize, quickly ignoring them, one by one, until he found the rows containing human (or asari?) toiletries. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before staring at his naked body in the mirror. There was something different.
He was a good-looking guy. A little on the pretty side, but he was slowing growing out of that. Tall - on the lanky side, but he had some nice muscles. He’d have to cut his hair soon, with how his hair was starting to curl. Hopefully Pressly wouldn’t have to cut it again, as the man was a disaster with a pair of clippers. There was also the added problem that they didn’t like each other. Terrence still suspected that he’d ruined his hair out of spite. Chakwas had had to to fix his hairline since she was the only person he really got on with aside from Anderson. Focussing more on his face, he saw it. He’d never been a smiler, more of a frowner. It looked strange to see the tiny upwards curl on his lips. ‘Resting bitch face nigga’ as Elise, one of the members of the Reds he missed the most, had affectionately nicknamed him. His pride had ended up being rankled for years when that stuck. He laughed a little in memory, stood a little taller, and walked back to the bedroom.
Tarquin immediately closed his omnitool upon seeing him and opened his arms in question. Terrence slid into his embrace, smirking when he felt Tarquin’s hand rest on his ass again.
Terrence buried his face back in the soft hide, and it was hard to believe that any part of his body was soft, of Tarquin’s neck with a low sigh, once more enjoying the feeling of the heat of his body against his own. Tarquin gave a low groan of his own, the barest hint of a growl emerging, and the vibrations of his multi-tonal voice were pleasant enough to encourage Terrence to close his eyes. He didn’t want to fall asleep again, but being able to just lay here, on top of Tarquin, and just enjoy the feeling of another person with him, caring for him, was something he was going to take full advantage of.
"And what did he do?" Tarquin asked. A cold, barbed tone entering his speech. His grip remained just as light, thankfully.
no more biting my hands, do you understand?
good, you're silent now, you're coming wi-
"He waited until I entered an alleyway and he easily overpowered me, and then he gagged me. He then tried to take me with him," he coldly stated and Tarquin's grip for a split second dug into his shoulder. He ignored the brief pain.
"Sorry. Tried?" Tarquin asked after easing his grip.
"I killed him," he replied, voice still distant and cold, "He seemed to think that removing my voice," his ability to scream for help, "would make me compliant. I pushed him into a wall and he snapped his neck against a drain pipe."
"Humans aren't that fragile. Biotics?" Tarquin asked after a momentary silence.
"Biotics. Though the motherfucker had one hell of a limp neck. Punk-ass bitch motherfucker..." He muttered angrily under his breath.
"Punk-ass?... Motherfucker?" Tarquin said in complete confusion.
"Punk-ass bitch motherfucker, Tarquin. He was a punk-ass bitch motherfucker. Say it after me Tarquin. Punk-ass. Bitch. Mother. Fucker." Terrence recited with a growing smile in face of Tarquin's disbelief. Count on the turian to be more unbalanced by curses than a child killing an adult male.
"No thank you, Terrence. It's incredibly generous of you, but I'll allow you to keep your monopoly on exotic cursing." Tarquin demurred with a laugh.
"Fine, fine. All the more for me," he replied with a small chuckle. He felt so damn at ease around Tarquin, it was kind of scaring him.
"Well, I killed the punk-ass bitch motherfucker and I ran. I ran to an abandoned, run-down building near the airport and broke in through one of the side windows, my biotics deciding to respond to me for once without needing mortal danger. A quick Pull on the lock, and then a careful Lift on myself and I was in. I stayed there for my remaining time on the streets. It had electricity and hot water, luckily enough. For food, I'd scavenge the trash cans near the airport at night. All of the money people lost around the airport proved useful in getting transport to school. The airport was kind of far away."
Terrence chuckled. Those couple of months in that building had been pretty damn blissful in comparison to the earlier two.
"Anyway, it was more or less plain sailing from then on, survival wise at least. I became obsessed with learning things on the terminal in the building because I didn't know how long the school was going to look the other way when my parents hadn't been able to come to any of the parents meetings."
He paused to finish his water.
"Then they came," he said with slight amusement.
"They?" Tarquin asked.
"The Tenth Street Reds. A street gang. They became my family for the next seven and a half years."
"I don't believe you just welcomed them with open arms... did you?" Tarquin mused to himself.
"No. I kept running into one or two of them as I came back from school. I don't know what they were doing in Queens, since I now know they operate in Manhattan, but I'm fairly sure that they were scoping out prospective members."
"They were sharp. They recognised the battered backpack I kept on me at all times, the fact that I was very good at disappearing and they took to just giving me friendly smiles when they saw me. They knew a homeless child when they saw one."
"Eventually, I caved. Eventually being maybe after near thirty encounters with friendly people dressed in red, and I spoke back to one of them when spoken to, for once. And that was it really."
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"That simple. It didn't hit me until I started spending time with them how lonely I was. I'd slowly become incredibly withdrawn at school, what I was going through made it difficult to be happy, or pretend to be. Children are frighteningly perceptive. Anyway, I stayed with some of the older members who owned apartments though I did return to my place near the airport occasionally. I'd become a little attached to that place..."
"So I imagine, being in a gang, even with as young as you were you had to pull your weight eventually?" Tarquin slowly asked.
Terrence nodded absently.
"When I wasn't in school, I was helping them break into buildings. Burglary... arson on some occasions. They'd asked me to drop out, but some things like your parents telling you education is everything are too ingrained. Looking back I'm surprised that they didn't try and pressure me to drop out. All the crimes I was responsible for didn't result in any deaths. None that I know of. One time, when I was fourteen, they took me to intimidate someone who owed them money. I beat him a little, I wasn't really doing much damage. I was one hell of a skinny teenager. Then, they asked me to use my biotics. He broke quickly after that, but they never asked me to do that again, intimidate someone. I had been... rather brutal. Slamming, lifting and pulling him about. It wasn't pretty."
"Did you kill him?" Tarquin asked surprisingly calmly.
"Nah, but I imagine he wished he was dead in the end. They were genuinely afraid of me for a while after that. It was easy to forget that whilst I was younger than most of them, I could easily rip them apart at the molecular level if I ever got angry enough. It was especially easy to forget that when all I seemed to use my biotics for were little things like breaking locks or lifting people through windows. They gradually phased me out of any operations by the time I was fifteen and I ended up going to school full time, a member, but not a gang member anymore. One of the older members, a guy called Quinn, posed as my father for anything that required a parent. That was fun. I graduated when I was eighteen with a GPA of 3.4 and my SAT was pretty good, 1930. I hadn't made any plans for college, I know that all students are expected to have a physical done upon enrolment and I had no intention of joining the military as it's compulsory for biotics. I honestly would have done better if I'd participated more, but I was a real loner at school. I ended up gaining a reputation for being distant and intense. Little did they know that my anger would result in me glowing blue. A couple of weeks after, the hideout I was staying at was raided by the police and I was given an ultimatum of prison or the military when they discovered I was a biotic."
He paused for a second to clear his throat.
"I'm in a very unique position due to the nature of my biotics. Most biotics spend their puberty in a training facility and get an amp fitted as soon as possible, whilst I hadn't. So there had been expectations that I'd be weaker than them. With that not being the case, and me requiring anger to accomplish anything more than a Lift or a Pull, I'll be getting one of the more experimental amps, the L3, fitted once I've mastered my control. Less risk of complications due to my age from the L3. I could apparently be one of the most powerful biotics that humanity has if I master myself. It's why I was put on Captain Anderson's ship almost immediately after boot camp in hopes he'd whip me into shape."
Tarquin seemed to be digesting everything.
"What about the xenophobia? You haven't explained that," he asked with a hint of confusion.
"Oh that. Well, when I'd first joined they were fond of talking about aliens. How they killed humans, enslaved humans, how humanity was better off alone... stuff like that. And eventually I began to parrot their beliefs, and believe them. I'd wanted desperately to fit in. I didn't want to end up on the streets. Alone," he admitted.
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It was silent for a few minutes before Tarquin spoke.
"You did well," Tarquin admitted.
"What?" Terrence uttered, gaining a faint sense of whiplash from the speed at which he'd turned to face Tarquin.
"Crimes aside, you did well. Lesser people would have been broken from your experiences. Or perhaps wouldn't be here at all."
And he took his free hand and gripped it into a fist, then placing it on his chest before giving off a standard Alliance salute.
He returned it.
"Thank you," Terrence said, dipping his head in acknowledgement. Thanks a lot for listening, it meant a lot.
"It was an honour," Tarquin gravely stated with a forbidding expression. He looked a lot like his father in that moment that Terrence couldn't help but laugh.
"Good. I was hoping that would make you laugh," he said with a smile, squeezing his shoulder one more time before standing up.
"You're leaving?" Terrence asked. He sounded fucking despondent. Like someone had announced that it was time for Terrence to go back to the streets.
Tarquin stopped mid-drink, attempting to finish his third glass of the night and peered down at him.
"We're?" He corrected.
It was kind of presumptuous of him, but he could forgive him, he thought, as he stood up in turn. He was his friend after all.
"We're." Terrence confirmed.
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Tarquin wasn’t immediately behind him, for whatever reason, and Terrence took the chance to lean against the smooth glowing curve of the club’s corner, far to the right of the queue as he waited. He cringed at the brief spike in his headache from the bass resonating through the walls, and he quickly removed his body from contact with the wall, instead walking over to the neighbouring restaurant and sitting in an empty pavilion. A curse involuntarily left him as he remembered that he was back on duty soon. Six hours according to his omnitool.
He cursed again, staring with betrayal at the neon orange clock. A faint turian chuckle emerged from his left.
“Do all humans swear like you?” Tarquin sidled alongside him in his loping strides.
“It’s a gift,” Terrence said, “what took you so long?”
Tarquin lifted his mandibles with a small, but suggestive, flick.
“The bartender, I forgot her name, Danila? It has a ‘d’ in it…”
Terrence snorted, catching the eye of a passing human and asari couple who gave him and his companion curious looks as they entered the restaurant.
“That was entirely unintentional,” he said, a gleam in his blue eyes, “she -”
“Wanted you,” Terrence said, his delivery deadpan.
Tarquin lowered himself into the seat opposite him.
“Jealous?”
Terrence snorted, in clear exaggeration, and shook his head, appreciatively eyeing the buxom human waitress coming their way.
Once he’d taken his order, he sighed under his breath, feeling oddly jilted that Tarquin had not reacted at all to the purposely forward exchange between himself and the waitress.
Looking up only made him feel more uncomfortable. Tarquin knew. Was he completely transparent, or was the turian some goddamned psychic? It was most likely both.
“More drinks, I think” he stated, ignoring the more than knowing glint to Tarquin’s eyes. “Is that cool with you?”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” Tarquin said, frowning.
“You seem uncomfortable. Is it me? Tarquin asked, his head minutely tilted in curiosity. Typical Tarquin. Letting him make the first move, trying to let him not feel pressured. Being kind. Why did he have to be so fucking nice?
“Nah… no, I.. fuck.” He stumbled to find a way to articulate what he wanted to say without sounding melodramatic or weak.
He spoke quietly, hoping that no neighbouring customers would hear a single word of what he said.
“This isn’t easy for me. I mean, I’ve went from not liking any aliens, to telling one alien things I’ve never told no one. Shit… not even the people I was closest to in The Reds knew anything that I’d told you. And now I’m starting to think that I might be attracted to one. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
Even with his dark skin tone, Terrence prayed that he wasn’t blushing. There was only so much embarrassment he could take in a single day.
Tarquin stood up, a somewhat blank expression on his already inscrutable features, and placed a credit chit on their table. Terrence silently mourned the steak he’d never have.
“Walk with me.”
The Citadel never seemed to sleep, not unlike New York really, the city of perpetual night-time - the skyscrapers were so tall and densely packed that they blotted the majority of the sky. It was these comparisons that allowed Terrence to ignore the rapid thumping of his heart. Had he fucked up this friendship before it could have even begun?
Tarquin silently led them back to the section of the horticultural gardens in the Presidium that they’d sat in hours ago. It felt more like a lifetime ago.
If the situation wasn’t so tense, he’d have marvelled at the fluorescent yellow leaves of the alien flora surrounding them. They’d been a bland ochre colour during the day cycle.
Surprisingly, Tarquin didn’t shy away from sitting next to him as he’d done earlier. Terrence found himself about to breathe again.
The silence became almost oppressive before finally Tarquin took a deep breath and spoke.
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“I really just thought you were jealous of the attention I’d gotten from that asari.”
“Never would have thought that you’d be attracted to a turian,” Tarquin mumbled, a slight blue flush to the hide of his neck not covered by the cowl of his armour.
Terrence’s lips quirked into a faint smirk.
“I’m pretty sure it’s just you, just Mr Super Nice Tarquin Victus,” he said. He didn’t think it would have been particularly flattering to say that he was so deprived of personal intimacy, that wasn’t sex, that he was more than willing to fuck a turian just to feel that sensation of someone caring about him.
“So are we still good?”
Tarquin nodded absently, seeming to be stuck in his own thoughts.
“We’re good.”
Despite his words, the tension thickened once more.
“So are we just going to sit here awkwardly, Terrence?”
Terrence sat up, waking from his light doze.
“What do you expect me to do? I’m not going to proposition you,” he said, shaking his head at the idea. “That would be stu -”
Tarquin sighed and turned towards him.
His mouth suddenly found itself covered by the surprisingly leathery texture of Tarquin’s mouth on his. A gloved hand came to rest on the back of his head as he parted his lips and touched his tongue to Tarquin’s closed mouth-plates. Terrence would have to ask where Tarquin had learned how to kiss, because when his long, coarse tongue snaked into Terrence’s mouth, it transformed a rather shit kiss into a very memorable one. Tarquin tasted like booze. Booze, spicy heat, and the alien taste of his saliva - sweet and herbal tasting with a bland aftertaste. Terrence tilted his head to the side, wanting to deepen the kiss, and Tarquin followed. There was a surprising amount of give to his mouth, as the plates slightly twisted and contorted with every motion they made. Tarquin gently pushed at his chest with his free hand, rumbling low in his chest as he did so, not unlike a giant cat. Not only was he a giant space raptor, he was some sort of strange raptor cat too. Terrence eventually took the hint, his chuckling muffled by the kiss, and laid back down against the bench, spreading his legs. Tarquin laid between them, and gently settled his heavy weight on top of him.
Their subsequent kisses became ravenous, desperate even, as they continued to swap saliva. Terrence could have sworn that Tarquin growled in his mouth when he secured his thighs on the hips of Tarquin’s armour, because he couldn’t imagine what else could have caused a brief, sharp stab of fear to run down his spine.
When their lips came apart for the final time, Terrence found himself stuck in the animal glow of Tarquin’s irises, looming above him, in the low artificial lighting.
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Terrence didn’t know what to say to that, so he didn’t say anything. His lips still tingled with the heat of Tarquin’s saliva.
“How’d you learn to kiss like that?”
“Asari,” he said, “it’s like a rite of passage amongst turians fresh out of boot camp to have sex with an asari.”
Tarquin remained laid on top of him, his breath blowing its heat onto his lips.
“Are you going to get off of me?”
“No. You have questions, don’t you?”
“I do,” Terrence admitted. “Are you even attracted to me?”
“Are you even attracted to me?” Tarquin asked in turn.
Terrence gave the question some thought. Looks weren’t really that important to him, but that wouldn’t be the most tactful answer. He wasn’t very physically attracted to Tarquin, no. The teeth were terrifying, though he was surprised he hadn’t encounter them during their kiss. Apart from that, everything else was just alien and didn’t really do anything for him. His tongue was fucking bomb though. Emotionally, hell yes, and that was what was terrifying. He’d never been good at forming emotional attachments to people, he hadn’t wanted to, but to grow so close to a person within hours of meeting them was alien in itself.
“Not really.” Terrence said. “Not in the physical sense, at least.”
“Same. It doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy kissing you though,” he admitted, slipping an arm underneath his back and pulling him in for a kiss.
“I don’t enjoy the act because I find you attractive, Terrence, I enjoy it because of the fact that it’s you… and it does feel pretty good. That sounds horrible, but I hope that it makes sense?”
Oddly, Terrence understood,
“Perfect sense,” he said, keeping it simple.
He’d have liked to keep it simple, but his drunken, lusty mind took over. Likely due to the neglected semi he was hiding in his Alliance blues.
“So… are you going to fuck me or what?”
Tarquin shook his head, whether in disbelief or refusal, Terrence wasn’t sure.
“In your Alliance uniform? I’m certain that’s some form of war crime by our peoples’ standards,” Tarquin said, a slight grin on his features, as he got to his feet.
“But no, I just want a warm body next to mine tonight. Someone I care for, you know? Not just a quick fuck with a random face I’d picked up from a bar.”
Again, Terrence understood.
Tarquin led the way in a much more comfortable silence to a hotel on the Presidium. It was a somewhat lavish asari affair. All sleek blue metallic surfaces and smooth curves. Terrence suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious, feeling that the few human employees in this asari run establishment would know that he just spent maybe twenty minutes making out with a turian, but either they didn’t know what he’d just done or didn’t care. His spine slackened with relief in the lift.
“Relax,” Tarquin said.
They finally came to a room on the fourth floor, and Tarquin swiped his omnitool against a keypad. The door unlocked with a click, and they entered the room.
It was pretty spacious with light decoration. A couple of sleek cream couches around a large screen, an elaborate kitchen unit, and a large cubical shower partitioned away from the open plan. It looked expensive.
“My mother knew the asari matriarch who owns this hotel. So they let me stay for free in case you were wondering,” Tarquin said.
“Knew?”
“My mother passed away when I was fifteen.”
Terrence just nodded, not thinking he’d appreciate an apology or sombre moment. He wouldn’t.
“Where’s the bedroom?” Terrence asked.
The slight frown on Tarquin’s face disappeared and he led the way to the room next to the shower.
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He had no genitalia? Terrence hadn’t considered the possibility of Tarquin having female genitalia, but he was sure he wouldn’t freak out. Much. Who knew how space raptors worked sexually?
“So, Tarquin… where’s your dick?”
“Safe. It’s all internal,” Tarquin said with a teasing smile. “In fact, if you show me yours, I’ll show you how to show mine.”
Terrence lifted the covers up, and Tarquin slid in beside him, bringing a huge amount of body heat with him. After gathering some pillows to place under his cowl, Tarquin spoke.
“Do you mind if I get closer, Terrence?”
“Not at all.”
Tarquin moved closer so that they were shoulder to shoulder, and Terrence leant forward, thanking Tarquin for taking the initiative when his arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled Terrence into him.
Terrence took Tarquin’s free hand in his and put it on his flaccid cock, stifling a groan at the feel of Tarquin’s incredibly hot hand.
“This is mine,” he said, snickering under his breath.
“I never would have guessed.” Tarquin gave an idle squeeze. Part of.. a large part of Terrence squirmed, but he forced himself to trust Tarquin. He wouldn’t hurt him. Tarquin pulled the covers off so he could get a look.
It was a strange sight, his flaccid cock in that alien triadic grip. Tarquin’s hands were massive and his digits were appropriately proportioned. It was really, really strange to watch. Tarquin’s inspection was both visual and tactile, slowly coaxing him towards an erection with gentle pumps and light squeezes. When he was fully erect, at a sizeable eight inches, Tarquin lightly touched his balls, almost in question.
“Testicles,” Terrence said gruffly.
Tarquin moved back to his dick like he’d been burnt.
“Sorry about that,” Tarquin said.
Terrence, thinking about the mood, didn’t comment. Probably some weird turian thing.
“Hmm… it’s smooth and dark brown. Soft too, even when erect. Very similar in ways, very different in others.”
Tarquin briefly removed his hand to show him a plated region on his crotch that looked oddly like a pussy. It was slightly moist and everything and his brain just about short-circuited. Space raptors, man…
“Put your hand there,” Tarquin said.
Terrence was hesitant, but did as requested.
“Stroke, but don’t put your fingers inside.”
Once he started rubbing, Tarquin went back to idly stroking his cock. It only took a few seconds for something to begin to emerge. Tarquin’s dickhead was bullet-shaped. The differences didn’t end there, however. The shaft got progressively broader as it continued to emerge, ending with a thick base. Looking at it now that it had all left its hiding spot, the whole thing was blue, incredibly slick and ribbed of all things. It was like a really big, slightly gross, exotic dildo. He’d estimate Tarquin to be maybe ten inches and thick.
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“It’s.. it’s.. blue? Wet? I don’t know, Tarquin, where do you want me to begin?”
“Stroking it would be fine for now,” Tarquin promised, moving his hips towards Terrence’s hand.
Terrence gave a minute shudder at the growly tone Tarquin had taken in his arousal.
It was incredibly hot and slick in his hand; it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Despite the whole weird factor, it was a lot easier to stroke than his own due to the natural lubricant. After a couple of strokes, Tarquin’s cock suddenly dribbled a lot of translucent precum from the slit. Terrence stopped.
“I hope you do know that we’re as equally strange to each other.”
“I can imagine” Terrence said, feeling embarrassed that he’d been so transparent with regards to how weirded out he was. Tarquin wasn’t showing any signs of being uncomfortable stroking him, and here he was acting like a fucking virgin.
“We can stop if you want.”
“No.”
Tarquin took it upon himself to distract Terrence by turning and kissing him, continuing to stroke him. They slowly made out until Terrence came with a grunt into Tarquin’s hand.
“I want to watch you get yourself off, Tarquin,” Terrence said.
Tarquin took one hand and placed it at the bulbous base, squeezing it with a groan, and stroked his shaft slowly.
“The base is sensitive?”
“It’s a knot. It’s sensitive to incentivise tying. I’m on hormonal suppressants though, a military thing, so it doesn’t swell on orgasm.”
Terrence found himself very weirded out again, but continued to watch otherwise.
Tarquin’s orgasm came with fanfare in comparison with his own rather quiet one. Tarquin just about roared, sending a thrill of some form of atavistic fear through Terrence, and his legs locked up as his cock spurted spurt after spurt of thick purple cum onto his muscled chest. Tarquin stroked out the remaining drops with a low rumbling purr that helped to calm Terrence’s racing heart.
That was pretty hot going by the growing stiffness in his crotch.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Tarquin smirked, preening it almost seemed, as he cleaned himself and Terrence with some conveniently placed serviettes.
Once they were clean, Tarquin pulled Terrence into his chest with a sigh. Something big and throbbing landed in the cleft of his ass, drooling its slickness.
“You’re still hard,” Terrence said, both slightly horrified and largely impressed by his lack of refractory time.
“I am.”
“I’m going to sleep. I’m on duty tomorrow.”
Tarquin just buried his head in Terrence’s neck with a grunt.
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Opening his eyes, greeted him to the sight of Tarquin’s neck. As Terrence slowly became aware of his own limbs again, he realized that he was lying on top of him, with his arms wrapped around his neck, and Tarquin had kept him secured to his body with a heavy hand on one of the globes of his ass. He also became aware of another limb. His dick was hard and rubbing against the hide, thankfully not the plates, of Tarquin’s lower stomach.
Looking to the side, in the direction of a window, showed that the day cycle had yet to begin. It was still fairly dark on the Presidium. His slight movement must have grabbed Tarquin’s attention, because he stretched his legs a little before spreading them further and holding Terrence tighter to his body.
“It’s 4:56. You’ve only slept for about three hours. Is that normal for humans?” Tarquin said, his own voice low.
“Eight or nine hours is the norm for a civilian. Four to six in the military. I feel good though,” Terrence said.
“Do you mind letting me go and use the bathroom? I need to piss,” Terrence said, already feeling apologetic that he’d have to break their close contact.
As Tarquin raised his hand and sat up, Terrence slid over to the side of the bed and stood up. His hangover finally really hit him then, a sharp jab of pain through his temple that made him stumble a little.
“Holy shit,” he grumbled.
Ignoring Tarquin’s quiet chuckle, he slowly ambled his way to the partitioned area in the front room with the shower. In the partition, there was a sink next to the shower along with an assortment of toiletries in a stylish cabinet display that spanned the entire wall. After dealing with his bladder, he went back to the toiletry rack. Most of the products he didn’t recognize, quickly ignoring them, one by one, until he found the rows containing human (or asari?) toiletries. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before staring at his naked body in the mirror. There was something different.
He was a good-looking guy. A little on the pretty side, but he was slowing growing out of that. Tall - on the lanky side, but he had some nice muscles. He’d have to cut his hair soon, with how his hair was starting to curl. Hopefully Pressly wouldn’t have to cut it again, as the man was a disaster with a pair of clippers. There was also the added problem that they didn’t like each other. Terrence still suspected that he’d ruined his hair out of spite. Chakwas had had to to fix his hairline since she was the only person he really got on with aside from Anderson.
Focussing more on his face, he saw it. He’d never been a smiler, more of a frowner. It looked strange to see the tiny upwards curl on his lips. ‘Resting bitch face nigga’ as Elise, one of the members of the Reds he missed the most, had affectionately nicknamed him. His pride had ended up being rankled for years when that stuck. He laughed a little in memory, stood a little taller, and walked back to the bedroom.
Tarquin immediately closed his omnitool upon seeing him and opened his arms in question. Terrence slid into his embrace, smirking when he felt Tarquin’s hand rest on his ass again.
Terrence buried his face back in the soft hide, and it was hard to believe that any part of his body was soft, of Tarquin’s neck with a low sigh, once more enjoying the feeling of the heat of his body against his own. Tarquin gave a low groan of his own, the barest hint of a growl emerging, and the vibrations of his multi-tonal voice were pleasant enough to encourage Terrence to close his eyes. He didn’t want to fall asleep again, but being able to just lay here, on top of Tarquin, and just enjoy the feeling of another person with him, caring for him, was something he was going to take full advantage of.
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