Ulysses - - and Numinor - .

Loneliness

"Penelope!"
      He jerked awake, sitting bolt upright, eyes wide, panting, panicked…
      He was in his cabin, on board the Odyssey. Alone. As always.
      He sank his head into his hands, shoulders slumping. The dream - nightmare, rather - had plagued him for a month, growing more and more frequent, until it now made a horror of his sleep every night. His beloved wife, Penelope, believing him dead, had been forced to take another husband. Sometimes he was a monster, monstrously bestial; sometimes a monster in human form, treating her with cruelty. Sometimes she refused him, and was killed. Or took her own life. And sometimes, worst of all, he was handsome, and virile, and she forgot her Ulysses in the delight of his loving…
      Ulysses rubbed a hand over his face, thoroughly awake and with no hope of sleep returning. For a week now he had woken from the dream aroused, aching, desperately wanting his wife in his bed and knowing it was impossible unless - no, until! - they found their way back to earth.
      But that could take years.
      And he was only human. And very, very lonely…
      There were women among the companions - Uriclae for one. Lovely Uriclae…
      NO! He would not - could not - consider it. Penelope was his wife, and he would take no other woman while she lived…
      He rose, and dressed, and wandered the corridors of the ship, his steps taking him inexorably to the room where the companions floated in their strange dead sleep. He stood gazing up, heart sinking. Here was friendship wrest from him, companionship he could no longer enjoy. He turned to leave - then turned back for a moment, and moved a little further in, to halt below Numinor.
      Beautiful youth. Long limbed, his lovely face relaxed in what passed for sleep, soft snowy hair touching the nape of his neck… His skin the hue of the summer skies of earth, long black lashes brushing his cheeks. Golden eyes hidden behind their lids.
      Numinor… Soft, and sweet, and innocent, his numinous golden light veiled, sleeping, awaiting the day the curse was lifted and he could return home…
      Unthinking Ulysses reached out, to touch a long leg, clad in soft fabric. Muscle there, firm, promising strength. The boy was lovely. Almost - feminine…
      Ulysses stepped back, aghast. What was he thinking?! The sleepers were a sacred trust.
      But Numinor wasn't human, was he? He was alien. Not truly one of the companions.
      Warmth pooled in his loins. The youth was so beautiful…
      It would not be a betrayal, would it? Numinor wasn't a woman, wasn't human…
      And Ulysses was so lonely. Aching. Yearning.
      Steeling himself, he stepped away, turned, went back to his cabin. For the first time in a long time pleasuring himself, hands stroking and fondling, the image of Numinor held in the centre of his mind…

He was - distracted, the following day, answering his son, and Yumi, absently, doing what was necessary, operating on a kind of personal auto-pilot - eager for the day's end. Seeing the children to bed, he visited the sleepers' hall for a spell, standing below Numinor, gazing up as though to drink him down, to memorise every last feature.
      Then back in his own quarters, naked on the bed, he closed his eyes and imagined his hands were Numinor's, fondling and caressing, touching and stroking. When he came, it was powerfully, copiously, and left him limp and shaking…
      He slept. And he dreamed…

"Ulysses?"
      He blinked his eyes open, slowly, reluctantly, squinting up against the sun into a silhouetted face.
      "Telemachus?"
      A low laugh.
      "No, Ulysses. I am not your son - though I would not be unhappy were you my father…"
      Ulysses sat up, gazing briefly around him. Earthlike, but not earth: earth did not have moss this green, this soft, or flowers this golden, this fragrant. He shaded his eyes with his hand against the bright sunlight and turned to his companion. Swallowing as he realised it was Numinor.
      The youth had taken off the headpiece that served to amplify his telepathic powers; a light breeze teased the soft hair into a silver-white halo about his head, brushing the tips of elegant pointed ears. Beautiful golden cat-eyes regarded Ulysses affectionately.
      "I'm sorry to wake you."
      The man waved a hand dismissively, realising as he did so that he was ungloved… He glanced down at himself. Barechested, clad only in a pair of translucently-thin loose white trews, the warmth of the sun had soaked deeply into him while he slept, leaving him languid and relaxed.
      "Numinor…"
      The youth smiled.
      "Yes, Ulysses?"
      Strong tanned hands reached for the boy's tunic.
      "You will overheat in these clothes…"
      Numinor knelt, allowing the man to ease the tunic from his slim body, then raised his hands to fingercomb his hair, back arching luxuriously, sunshine gleaming on lean muscle, smooth blue skin. Ulysses smiled indulgently, and wrapped his hands around slim hips, tugging at the waistband of the trousers.
      "Come, Numinor. Be comfortable."
      The youth lowered his head, a faint blush darkening his face, then stood and turned his back as he slid the fabric down lean thighs, heeling off his boots then slipping out of the trousers. Ulysses watched, his groin tightening at the sight of slim buttocks, the gentle slope of the lower back, long shapely legs…
      "Numinor? Will you join me?"
      The youth glanced over his shoulder coyly, eyes half-closed, then slowly turned, hands hovering over his groin. Ulysses extended a hand.
      "Please - come sit with me…"
      Long elegant fingers twined with his, and Numinor dropped gracefully to his knees, one hand still cupping his genitals. Ulysses smiled.
      "So shy…"
      "I… I have never… I am embarrassed…"
      Ulysses kissed the hand that trembled in his.
      "Don't be, beautiful one."
      Hesitantly, keeping his eyes lowered, Numinor lowered his hand…
      Ulysses swallowed and reached forward to very gently touch the slender blue shaft that quivered against the alien's stomach, fingers sliding down to stroke the sheath, then the delicate hairless globes that hung beneath. Numinor moaned, eyes closing, hips pushing upwards into the warm hand.
      "U… Ulysses…"
       The man leaned down and placed a kiss on the tip of the graceful penis, licking gently across the silk-smooth head as Numinor whimpered. Ulysses glanced up - trembling, lips apart, eyelids quivering, his breathing quickened, the youth held himself upright by will-power alone… Ulysses caught his shoulders and eased him down to lie on the moss, then brushed kisses from his jaw, down the long, graceful neck, across the youthfully broad chest, nipping lightly at each bud-like nipple in turn, at lean hips, then licking very slowly up the length of the shaft before taking the whole organ into his mouth and sucking.
      Numinor cried out, hips bucking upwards. Ulysses swirled his tongue around the darkly blue engorged shaft, then suckled hard, chuckling around the pulsing flesh, the creamy semen, filling his mouth and throat as the boy passed out from sheer pleasure…
      It was several minutes before he revived, gazing dazedly up at the man beside him, cheek propped in one hand as he rested on an elbow. He stroked the youth's face.
      "Are you well?"
      "I… I'm not sure… I feel… That was…"
      "Good?" Ulysses wrapped his hand around the half-sheathed, lax penis, squeezing lightly, surprised and pleased to feel it stiffening again. Ah, the vigour of youth! Numinor nodded, eyes averted as he blushed.
      Ulysses gazed down at the beautiful, responsive body stretched below him, the legs splayed elegantly apart, one arm lying languidly outstretched above the head, the other hand tremblingly reaching to stroke his face, long fingers exploring his beard and moustache, lovely golden eyes fixed wonderingly on bright blue. He kissed Numinor's forehead, a gentle, fatherly caress, and the youth shivered and slid both hands into the man's long red-brown mane of thick hair. His fingers tightened as Ulysses brushed light kisses over a pointed ear, across the lovely face, touching each eyelid, each high cheekbone, the corners of the quivering mouth, finally settling on full lips, the tip of a warm tongue pressing down, seeking entrance… touching the boy's as Numinor's soft lips parted…
      He tasted of fruit, the man noted distantly. Young, fresh, slightly tart fruit, grape or plum… delicious…
      The throbbing ache at his groin wouldn't be ignored, not for much longer. He pulled back slightly, hand stroking Numinor's renewed erection before moving to push his own clothing downwards and off.
      "Child…"
      Numinor sighed contentedly and smiled up into the handsome face above him.
      "Ulysses."
      The human shifted to lie between the lean thighs, kissing down the shaking body as Numinor moaned, hands gently pushing Ulysses towards his groin. The man cupped tight little buttocks in warm hands, licking the soft scrotum, sucking its precious cargo into his mouth and tonguing gently as Numinor arched his back, penis quivering, desperate to be touched…
      Ulysses kissed the little pucker of muscle that was his objective, grinning to himself as Numinor gasped and froze, buttocks tensing in the human's hands - then the man rose to his knees, easing the lean blue thighs further apart as he positioned himself, the head of his weeping penis pressing firmly, forcing its way into the impossibly tight sheath of flesh as Numinor whimpered and writhed before him.
      "Ulysses…!"
      The human paused for a moment, allowing the youth to adjust to his girth and the unfamiliar feeling.
      "It will ease, soon, child. Relax."
      Numinor was sobbing quietly, hands clenched in the moss at his sides. Ulysses leaned forwards to lick at the tears on the beautiful face.
      "A little longer, sweet one, and you will know pleasure…"
      Rising back up to his knees, the man thrust home, burying himself in the slim blue body as Numinor cried out in pain.
      Ulysses sighed and held still for a moment, taking the youth's limp blue penis in both hands and fondling, caressing, until it hardened again, swelling and filling in the man's grasp, and Numinor's sobs had turned to gasps. Then, slowly at first, Ulysses wrapped his hands over the youth's slim hips and began to thrust…
      It was hard to move slowly. It had been so very long since he'd last made love, and that had been with his wife. But this wasn't so different, to his body at least, and the strength of his thrusts increased until he was pounding into the alien, lost in sensation, ignoring Numinor's anguished expression, his tears, his pleas to stop… He cried out as he came, jerking back and forth in hard fast thrusts, pulsing into the hot tight channel then collapsing forwards onto the slender shaking body.

Several minutes later, still buried in the slim body, he gradually realised that Numinor was weeping, and pushed himself up to gaze down at the youth. The full lips were open, the eyes closed, tears trickling from below the lids.
      "Numinor? What's wrong child?"
      "… hurts…"
      Frowning, he gently eased out, moving back to sit between the lax, trembling thighs. Along with his semen, a little dark blue blood was seeping from the throbbing orifice. Ulysses gently eased a finger into the channel, pausing as Numinor flinched, then pressing further, seeking the injury; but his fingers weren't sensitive enough to feel where the flesh had split, and - loathe to cause any more pain - he withdrew slowly and lay beside the alien, kissing his wet cheek.
      The lovely face rolled to his, the eyes bright with betrayal.
      "You… you said… there would be pleasure…"
      Ulysses frowned.
      "There wasn't?"
      "It hurt… only hurt…"
      Ulysses sat up, pulling the youth into his arms and rocking soothingly.
      "There should have been pleasure, Numinor. There is a place, within, that gives great pleasure when touched…"
      "For you, perhaps, Ulysses. But I am not human…"
      The man stared into the beautiful face, tears still silvering the cheeks. He had assumed, since Numinor looked human, that he would be made the same - it simply had not occurred to him that there might be any difference. He kissed the full lips.
      "I am sorry, sweet one."
      Numinor nestled against him, his sobs quieting, one hand reaching up to rest against the human's neck.
      "I… it… does not matter. As long as you are satisfied…"
      "Oh, Numinor! That's not how it is supposed to be!"
      Beautiful cat-eyes gazed up at him.
      "But… perhaps, with time, I will grow to like it…"
      Complaisant child! Beautiful child! Ulysses kissed him, deeply, gratified to feel his body relax, loosen, curl into the embrace, penis hardening again, slipping from its smooth sheath to press against the human's stomach. The man sighed, feeling himself rousing again.
      "Numinor… I do not wish to cause you pain…"
      "It is not so bad, Ulysses." Long fingers tentatively reached down, stroked the erection pressing against his thigh. The human groaned, his eyes closing as Numinor grew braver, pressing harder, teasing - and then, to Ulysses surprise and near-horror, the alien swivelled in his lap and impaled himself, hard and fast, crying out as the rigid organ slammed deeply into him…
      "Numinor!"
      Ulysses held the youth tightly as he slumped forwards, biting his lip, his tears hot on the human's shoulder as pain filled him. Ulysses made to pull out, but Numinor wrapped long legs around the human's waist and held on grimly.
      "No, Ulysses… I… want this… truly, I do…"
      He began to roll his hips, hiding his pained grimace against the human's chest, one hand twined in Ulysses wealth of hair, the other fondling himself, teasing himself erect as, unable to resist, Ulysses groaned and, gripping the alien's waist, began to slam up into the tight slippery channel above his groin…
      It took longer this time. His breath shivering as he pounded, Ulysses could feel the heat building, filling his groin, threatening to explode through him… He kissed Numinor, tasting tears, and loosed one hand to grasp the straining blue penis rubbing against his belly, squeezing and pumping as he thrust harder and faster, finally arching backwards with a long cry as he climaxed, hands clenching, bruising the alien's flesh and forcing orgasm, hot rich semen pulsing over his hand, over the red-brown curls at his groin, as Numinor shrieked, entire body rigid, head flung back…

"… wondrous child…"
      Ulysses had slumped onto the thick moss, on his back, still encased in hot blue flesh, Numinor lying on top of him, his slight weight a satisfying burden. The alien wriggled slightly as the human's penis slipped slowly from him and a thick trail of semen pooled behind his scrotum.
      "… Ulysses… See, that was not so painful…"
      Hm. Ulysses wasn't sure he believed it, but he wasn't going to argue, not with the beautiful alien curled against him, panting wearily. He stroked the soft white hair and kissed a pointed eartip tenderly.
      "You are extraordinary, Numinor. So beautiful, so… loving…"
      The youth raised his head, smiling shyly into blue human eyes.
      "I am happy, Ulysses."
      The human sighed contentedly.
      "As am I… Rest now, sweet one…"
      As Numinor's breathing evened and slowed, held him close, brushing kisses over soft, fragrant hair…

… waking in his own bed, hours later, alone…
      Alone. Of course he was alone. He'd been dreaming…
      So, why was there a warmth against his chest, his arms, as though a body had lain there just moments ago? Why did the perfume of Numinor's hair linger on his skin, the taste of young fruit on his lips?
      He pulled himself into a sitting position, frowning. He felt better - more rested, tranquil - than he had in… possibly years. A little sore, perhaps. He smiled to himself - that wouldn't be surprising after the… unaccustomed exercise…
      He ran his fingertips over his lips, wonderingly. What exactly had happened last night?
      He dressed hurriedly, then hastened to the companions' room, halting before Numinor, gazing up into the lovely face. There was no change: the alien floated motionless, relaxed, eyes closed. Was there a faint smile on those soft lips?
      Bewildered, Ulysses shook himself and made his way to the control room, preparing himself for the day…
      Wondering…
      … about the night to come…

© 2003 November 25^th Joules Taylor

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