Resistance
by Spikedluv

Resistance

by Spikedluv

Jayme tugged his lover into the shower with him. The completion of a mission - especially when it was successful - always made him horny. His best friend, Kim, had explained to him once that it was an instinctual reaffirmation of life, a celebration of continued existence - his, their race's - buried deep in their DNA. Jayme didn't give such psychological mumbo jumbo much thought. All he knew was that he needed Tod badly. And he needed him right now.

Tod, as always, was agreeable to Jayme's advances. Though his face was still lined with worry, he let himself be maneuvered into the shower and under the spray with a knowing smirk. Since Paulo had uncovered the infiltration of Earth by an alien race called the Lotra'n nearly two years ago, and organized the beginnings of the resistance, their living conditions had been less than optimal.

When the Lotra'n had discovered the resistance cell in northern Minnesota, and wiped it out eight months ago, the entire resistance movement had been forced into hiding. Some things they used to take for granted - like hot water for a long, leisurely shower - had become a thing of the past. But on nights like tonight, when he was hot and aching for Tod's touch, Jayme couldn't find it in him to care about that.

At the moment, Jayme also didn't care whether the fire running through his blood was a genetic imperative, a reaffirmation - of their lives, of the continued existence of the human race, of their love for each other - as Kim suggested, or just the need for a tight hole to pound into. In a dance they'd perfected over the past fourteen months, they soaped each other up, laughing when the other's hands got in the way, and playfully tussling until they were both slippery with soap suds.

Slicked hands moved to his penis and Jayme moaned, pushing into the touch, demanding more. He dragged his hand down Tod's back and over his ass, slipping a finger between his buttocks. Tod's fingers encircled him, and Jayme groaned as he thrust into his lover's fist, pressing his lips to Tod's gently before nibbling them open, his tongue snaking between them to take Tod's mouth.

Adrenaline and sweet anticipation had him hard before they'd even arrived home. The sight of Tod's exquisite body, wet and soap-slicked, and the feel of it beneath his questing hands, had only served to increase his desire for the other man.

"Harder," he whispered hoarsely against swollen lips, and Tod immediately obeyed, tightening his grip and pulling firmly.

Jayme squeezed and kneaded Tod's buttocks as he mindlessly pumped his hips into his lover's fist. Within moments he was stiffening, biting down on Tod's shoulder to muffle his cries as he came. Before his body had stopped shuddering, Tod turned him around and pressed him against the shower wall. He automatically spread his legs, eager for his lover's touch.

* * *

Jayme had been astonished at how quickly the two of them had become friends, and then lovers, after their first meeting. Despite their obvious differences, it was as if they'd known each other all their lives. Spiritually and physically they'd been a perfect match. To Jayme's pleasant surprise, from the very beginning, Tod instinctively knew just where to touch him to elicit the most, the best, reaction. To make him whimper and beg for more.

At first they'd denied the attraction, fearing they would be distracted at a critical moment and cost other members of the resistance their lives, or at the very least, their cover. As time went on, the Lotra'n gained a firmer foothold on Earth, and they realized the resistance movement wouldn't be as short-lived as they'd hoped.

Jayme, knowing Tod would never presume to do so, made the first move. After briefing for a mission that would take place that evening, during which they were told to spend the afternoon relaxing so they'd be well-rested, Jayme followed Tod into the small room he slept in, and closed the door behind him.

Tod hadn't been too surprised at first, believing Jayme just wanted to discuss the upcoming mission. His knees visibly buckled when he turned to Jayme and saw that the other man had already removed his t-shirt and was kicking his shoes off at the same time he worked the button on his jeans.

"J-J-Jayme," the normally unflappable Tod had stammered.

"I'm tired of waiting," Jayme said. "We're losing too much time, and I don't want to waste any more of it." Jayme's jeans and underwear were pushed down to the floor and he stepped out of them. Tod's mouth gaped like the fish Jayme had shown him at the aquarium.

Jayme stepped over to him, took him into his arms, and kissed him. Tod had moaned into his mouth and his hands came up to grasp at Jayme's buttocks. It didn't take much to tumble them both onto the bed, and Jayme's hands immediately went to work divesting Tod of his clothes.

"Want you," Jayme breathed against his neck.

"Yes, oh yes, please, Jayme," Tod had pleaded as Jayme's hands moved over him, using the excuse of removing his clothing to touch him.

"Want to touch and taste every inch of you," Jayme promised huskily. He leaned down to kiss Tod as his hand worked the button and zip of his jeans. Tod's eyes widened in surprise as his body stiffened. With a muffled cry, he came.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he panted, looking as embarrassed and upset at himself as he could with his body still shuddering and come soaking through his underwear.

Jayme looked into eyes that were too green to have come from nature, and said, "That was me, yeah? All because of me?"

"Yeah," Tod agreed breathlessly, nodding. "Oh, yeah. All because of you. Oh, Jayme, you're so beautiful, and I've wanted..."

"I know," Jayme soothed. "Me, too. Don't be sorry. I love the way you look when you come. I love knowing I can do that to you. I love knowing what you're going to look like when I make you come again."

"Oh, god, Jayme," he'd groaned, and the fire Tod always left simmering in Jayme's blood roared into a conflagration.

* * *

Behind him now, Tod had two fingers buried deep inside him, stretching him, stroking him. "What are you thinking about?" he rasped as he rubbed himself against Jayme's hip.

"The first time," Jayme gasped as Tod hit his sweet spot.

"What about it?" Tod asked, his fingers sliding over the nub inside him until the bathroom receded and all Jayme saw were explosions of light behind his eyes.

"How hot... oh, god, Tod!"

"Tell me," Tod commanded, adding a third finger that burned Jayme so good.

"Christ, Tod! How hot I got, knowing... gghhh... knowing how hot I made you!" he cried, then whimpered in protest when Tod withdrew his fingers.

"How many times did you make me come that afternoon?" Tod asked as he lined himself up. "Do you remember?"

"Yes! I remember," Jayme said, even though he knew Tod already knew the answer. Knew Jayme would never forget. Could never forget. "F-four times," he groaned as Tod slowly pushed into him until he was fully seated. "Tod!" he sobbed as his lover remained motionless. But he knew he had to finish before Tod would move. "And I-I remember the look on your face each time," he said, and Tod began to fuck him.

"Love you, Jayme," Tod grunted as he thrust into the other man.

"I know. Oh, god, Tod, I know!" Jayme panted, and he did. Tod showed him in every word, every glance... every touch. "I love you, too, love you, too! So damned much. Please. Please."

Despite his orgasm, his body was already responding to Tod's touch. Jayme thought Tod was a maestro, and Jayme his instrument of choice. He knew just which places to touch, which chords to strum, to make the most beautiful music. Tod reached between Jayme and the wall, and wrapped his fingers around him, stroking him as he drove into him, fingers and cock worked together to bring Jayme closer to the edge.

And then Tod used the most powerful weapon in his arsenal. His voice. He whispered in Jayme's ear, declarations of love and forever mingled with promises to fuck him so hard he wouldn't sit for a week. Jayme screamed - a scream that could be heard in the next county, if Kim were to be believed - as the pleasure/pain of his orgasm ripped through him. Fingers scrabbled at the wall as Tod swelled, then exploded inside him.

* * *

"Tonight was good," Jayme said as he lay staring up into the darkness later that night, or early morning.

"The sex?" Tod asked.

Jayme rolled over and wrapped himself around Tod. "No. The sex was exceptional. The mission was good."

"Oh, yeah, that," Tod teased. "I'd forgotten about it. Must've happened when I blew my brains out through my dick."

Jayme considered that. "Does that mean I'm twice as smart now?"

Tod laughed. "No, but you're twice as demented!"

Jayme laughed with his lover, and then relaxed into him, resting his head on Tod's shoulder. "We're lucky you realized Dav'lor had changed shape and was masquerading as Cal Weather's secretary instead of the man himself when we attacked. It was a real boost to morale that we got him. Would've been a major let down if we'd failed."

A week ago, they'd received intel that the Lotra'nians, a race of shape-shifters, had infiltrated one of the largest communications companies in the world. Their mission that night had been to take out Dav'lor, the Lotra'nian in question, who had assumed the shape of the company's founder and CEO.

The Lotra'nian invasion of Earth had gone largely unnoticed because of their shape-shifting abilities. It wasn't until Paulo, part of the staff at the United Nations, realized that several of the UN membership were acting strangely, that the truth was discovered. He'd kept his eyes open, and soon thereafter was approached by a Lotra'nian rebel. That was the day the resistance was born.

"We didn't," Tod said softly, as if he knew Jayme needed the reassurance.

"Thanks to you," Jayme argued.

Tod shrugged. "I noticed his energy signature, that's all."

"You saved us. Definitely our lives and the mission, and probably the movement. What would have happened if he'd shifted into one of us and returned here? He'd have learned everything, been able to decimate the resistance with little effort at that point."

"Don't get so worked up, love," Tod said.

Jayme tried to relax against him again. One of their differences was that Jayme was more excitable. He thanked his lucky stars that Tod had been sent to be his balance. "I'm so glad you're here," he said. "So glad you found me."

"Me, too. I love you, Jayme Colter. So much," Tod assured him.

"And I love you, Cir'tod," Jayme whispered.