Nick
Nick cursed at no one in particular. His body felt sensitive, each hair follicle like a pin prick. He was rock hard most of the time while somthing sticky and warm seemed to be pooling from his behind. Nick couldn't think of any disease that could cause this condition. A small voice in his head suggested going to the NEAE Medical Facility to get himself checked, but the thought of explaining his symptoms was mortifying. Just imagining the judgmental looks on their faces when they realized he was essentially describing an unrelenting state of arousal made his stomach churn with embarrassment.
A thought clawed its way into his mind: What if Dan had done something to him?
Nick's hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening. That impossible, infuriating alien. His mind replayed every interaction with Dan, searching for clues. He remembered the way Dan had stared at him, those glowing eyes filled with an intensity that always left him off balance. And that venom... What if it wasn't just a harmless chemical? What if Dan had known exactly what it would do to him?
His anger bubbled to the surface, fueled by the sheer indignity of his predicament. If Dan had done this to punish him or assert some twisted dominance, Nick would—
"Nick," Dr. Desai's shrill voice cut through his thoughts like a scalpel, yanking him back to reality.
Nick jumped, startled, his heart pounding as he turned to see Dr. Desai standing in front of him. How long had she been there? Shame and frustration burned in his cheeks. He'd been so lost in his spiraling thoughts that he hadn't even noticed her enter the lab.
"I—I'm sorry, I didn't see you," Nick stammered, scrambling to compose himself.
Dr. Desai gave him a look of mild amusement, tempered with concern. "It's alright. I should've knocked, but you seemed... preoccupied."
Nick forced a laugh, the sound hollow even to his own ears. "It's your lab. You don't need to knock."
Dr. Desai smiled faintly and sat down beside him, her perceptive gaze lingering on his face. "Still, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you sure everything's okay?"
Nick swallowed hard, avoiding her eyes. "Yeah, just... tired, I guess."
She didn't seem convinced but chose not to press further. Instead, she reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I actually came to ask for your help with something."
Relieved to have the focus shift away from himself, Nick nodded quickly. "Sure, of course. I'm almost done here anyway—"
"You didn't even hear what I need help with," Dr. Desai interrupted, her tone light but pointed.
Nick frowned, realizing she was right. "What is it?" he asked, eager to steer the conversation away from his personal turmoil.
Dr. Desai leaned back slightly, studying Nick as if deciding whether to continue. "It's about Dan," she said finally. "He's been acting... strange lately, don't you think? Canceling meetings, pacing around like he's ready to tear the walls down. And now he's requesting meal plans with very specific nutrient compositions tailored to his species."
Nick nodded slowly, unsure of where she was going with this. "Yeah, I've noticed. What about it?"
'The asshole probably deserves whatever is happening to him' he thought darkly.
Dr. Desai hesitated, biting her lip before speaking again. "I wanted to run some tests on Dan. I've gathered almost all the samples I need, except one." She paused, visibly uncomfortable. "He's refusing to give me his semen sample. He got... angry when I asked for it."
Nick's eyes widened, and he immediately felt a flush creep up his neck and into his face. "His semen?" The words felt foreign and far too intimate on his tongue. Heat bloomed in his ears as his thoughts betrayed him, conjuring unbidden images of Dan—his imposing form, the intense glow of his eyes—and suddenly, Nick was aware of an unwelcome pulse in his lower body. He shifted uncomfortably, horrified by his own reaction. That damned sticky sensation returned, trickling in a way he couldn't ignore.
"Dr. Desai, how am I supposed to—" Nick stammered, desperate to regain composure.
"Can you please try?" she interrupted, her voice urgent. She reached out, gripping his hands in a pleading gesture. "He might listen to you."
Nick shook his head, flabbergasted. "Why would he listen to me if he didn't listen to you?"
Dr. Desai let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes for a moment as if summoning the courage to continue. "Because..." She trailed off, then opened her eyes, her expression softening. "I don't know, Nick. I just have a feeling he trusts you more than anyone else. If you can't, I understand. But if you try, it would mean the world to me."
Nick stared at her, weighing her words. Dr. Desai had always been kind to him. Unlike the other physicians who often treated their interns as expendable, she genuinely cared. She had gone out of her way to guide him, to give him a chance. And it wasn't lost on Nick that he hadn't done much to prove himself in return. This could be his opportunity.
Still, asking Dan for a semen sample was a monumental request and one fraught with awkwardness. Nick could already imagine the conversation, and every scenario ended with him wanting to crawl into a hole. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to say no to Dr. Desai. Not when she looked so hopeful, her hands still gripping his as if he were her last resort.
"I'll try," Nick said finally, though the words felt like they sealed his fate.
Dr. Desai's face lit up with relief, and she pulled him into an unexpected hug. "You're the best, Nick. Thank you."
Nick managed a weak smile as she released him, but his thoughts were anything but calm. He might have just dug his own grave, but at least he'd made someone happy.
Now all he had to do was survive the conversation with Dan.
After Dr. Desai left, he gathered the necessary collection container, a pen, and a marker before making his way toward the Alien Residences.
Nick could feel his heart hammering as he stood outside Dan's door, his internal conflict intensifying with every passing second. His body was a mess—burning, aching, and damp in ways that defied logic. The effects of Dan's venom, he assumed, had left him vulnerable, and approaching the alien now felt like walking into a trap he couldn't escape.
When Dan opened the door, it took every ounce of willpower for Nick not to step back. Dan stood there shirtless, droplets of water trailing down his smooth, glistening gray skin, his dark hair damp and sticking to his forehead. The sight of him was breathtakingly magnetic, and Nick hated that his body reacted like this,,,his knees felt weak, his palms clammy, and the space between his thighs wet.
Dan's scowl turned into a teasing grin when he saw Nick. "Gave up trying to stay away already?" he asked, folding his arms and leaning casually against the doorframe.
Nick tilted his chin up, forcing himself to appear unaffected. "I'm not that desperate, Dan. I'm here for work. Dr. Desai sent me."
Dan raised a brow, his amusement not fading. "Oh? What for?"
Nick bit the inside of his cheek, his face heating as the words he'd rehearsed in his head felt impossible to say. Finally, he blurted out, "She sent me to collect your semen sample."
Dan straightened up, coughing into his hand in what Nick suspected was mock surprise. "She sent you to do what?"
Nick rolled his eyes, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism. "To collect your semen sample. For tests. Is that going to be a problem?"
Dan's lips quirked into a mischievous smile. "No problem at all," he said, running a hand through his hair, the motion making his arm muscles flex. Nick's eyes flicked to the ripple of muscle before he could stop himself, and his stomach twisted as he forced his gaze upward.
Dan eyes the small container in the clear bag Nick was holding and grinned wider, his sharp teeth glinting. "Although," he added, pointing to the container with his chin, "this is way too small for what I've got stored."
Nick whipped around, glaring at him with flushed cheeks. "She doesn't need much," he said firmly. "Half of that container will be more than enough."
Dan laughed, a deep, warm sound that grated on Nick's nerves and made his skin tingle. He was too at ease, too confident, while Nick was struggling to keep his treacherous body under control.
"It's a bit tricky ," Dan said with mock sincerity. "Human porn doesn't do it for me."
Nick locked eyes with him, trying to ignore the inappropriate thoughts swimming in his mind. "Think of something. I'm sure you have a great imagination," he said through gritted teeth.
Dan tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I'm terrible with imagination," he drawled. "But you could help me."
Nick blinked, taking a step back as his brain scrambled to process what Dan had just suggested. "Help you?!" he exclaimed, his voice climbing an octave. "Absolutely not!"
Dan chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Relax. I'm not asking you to have sex with me, if that's what you're worried about. Just a little help. Or," he added, holding the container up, "you can take this back empty."
Nick glared at him, his jaw clenching as frustration warred with desperation. Dan was manipulating him—Nick knew it, and Dan knew Nick knew it. But Dan's smug, self-assured demeanor made it clear he wasn't going to budge until Nick gave in.
Nick took a shaky breath, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his obligation to Dr. Desai and the realization that arguing with Dan was futile. He hated how easily Dan could fluster him, how his presence left Nick's body betraying him in ways he couldn't control.
"Fine," Nick muttered, his voice tight. "But don't make this weird."
Dan's grin widened, and Nick could already feel regret pooling in his chest as he prepared for whatever insanity was about to unfold.
Dan pulled a chair from the corner of the room with an ease that belied his strength and placed it directly in front of his bed. He gestured for Nick to sit, his eyes watching him with a calm intensity.
Nick hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding harder than it should. He wasn't sure what Dan had planned, but he reluctantly complied, perching on the chair with his hands gripping the edge as if the seat might suddenly vanish beneath him. Despite his nervousness, Nick took comfort in the knowledge that Dan wouldn't cross a line, he had plenty opportunities and he never took advantage of him.
Dan lowered himself onto the edge of the bed with a grace that made Nick's stomach twist into knots. The alien's hair, damp from the shower, hung in loose, messy strands, framing his forehead. Usually so impeccably put together, Dan now looked effortlessly disheveled, his unkempt appearance lending him a softer, more approachable air. The change was disarming. He no longer resembled the imposing Grosh ambassador Nick had first met but rather something... human. The thought unsettled Nick, even as it drew him in.
He found himself studying Dan more closely than he intended. His flawless, ash-toned skin seemed to shimmer faintly in the soft light, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the sculpted planes of his chest. With his hair slightly mussed, Dan looked almost youthful, like the star of some intergalactic movie—an alien heartthrob made real. That realization should have made Nick uncomfortable, but instead, it only heightened the tension that had been simmering since he entered the room.
Dan leaned forward slightly, his muscles rippling beneath his skin with every movement. He carried himself with the predatory elegance of a lion, each shift deliberate, every motion calculated. His hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, and Nick's pulse spiked as he realized what was happening.
"What are you doing?" Nick blurted, his voice cracking slightly. He already knew the answer, it was more shock than a question.
Dan's lips quirked into a half-smile, a teasing glint in his eyes. "How else am I supposed to get you my 'sample'?" he replied, his tone maddeningly casual, as if they were discussing the weather.
Nick shot out of his seat, his face burning as he stared at Dan in disbelief. "You're seriously going to jerk off in front of me?"
Dan tilted his head, his expression a mix of amusement and mock confusion. "Why not? You jerk off, don't you, Nick? Isn't that something humans do all the time? I hear it's practically a hobby for your kind."
Nick's jaw dropped, his cheeks flushing even hotter. "That's not the point!" he sputtered, trying and failing to keep his composure.
Dan leaned back on his hands, the motion causing his abdominal muscles to flex in a way that made it almost impossible for Nick not to stare. "Relax," Dan said, his voice low and soothing. "I'm not asking for much. Just sit there and keep me company while I take care of this. You don't even have to do anything."
Nick swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper. He could feel the air between them growing heavier, charged with an unspoken tension. He wanted to argue, to put a stop to whatever this was, but the look in Dan's eyes, the unflinching confidence, the playful challenge made it impossible to turn away.
Dan reached for the button of his jeans again, this time with no hesitation. "Grosh don't do this kind of thing," he said, his voice smooth and matter-of-fact. "At least, not the way humans do. But Dr. Desai wants a sample, and I need some... stimulation. It's not my fault human porn doesn't do it for me."
Nick gaped at him, unable to form a coherent response. The idea of Dan casually telling Nick that he turned him on should have been absurd, funny, even but instead, it only added to the heat pooling in Nick's gut.
"Look," Dan continued, his tone turning serious but no less provocative, "I'm not asking you to get involved. Just sit there. Let me look at you, or think about something else, and I'll handle the rest. Unless, of course..." His smirk returned, sly and knowing. "You like to speed things up by giving me a hand."
"I am leaving," Nick stood, starting to leave when Dan interrupted.
"And tell Ira what? That you were too scared to simply sit still for her once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get her hands on a Grosh semen sample?"
Nick stopped, jaw clenched in irritation, he bristled at the implied challenge. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself to sit back down. "Just get it over with."
Dan's grin widened, and Nick felt a sinking sensation in his chest. He didn't trust Dan or himself but he wasn't about to back out now. With a deep breath, he settled into his seat, steeling himself for what was about to happen. Telling himself to take this as medical research and nothing else.
Dan opened his zipper and lowered his pants. His erection sprang free. Nick's heart skipped a beat. It was huge, thick, and long, with ridges running along the length on the top and the underside. A muscular ring rippled along the length, almost making the thing feel like it was alive. Unlike the rest of his body, it was tinged with pink, a light pink that became darker at the head.
Nick should have been horrified, should have been repelled at the sight of it. Instead, he was fascinated; he couldn't look away.
For a moment Nick wondered what it would feel... Nick dismissed the idea as soon as it appeared. There was no way they would have sex, Nick coouldn't let it happen. Boundaries. He had to maintain boundaries.
Dan circled his strong palm along the length, squeezing the tapered head before pushing his fist down, focusing his grip on the rippling ring of muscle. The sight ripped a ragged breath from Nick's chest, heat exploding through him.
Nick tore his gaze away for a heartbeat, but it was no use, the raw, primal need clawing at him raged a firestorm low in his gut.
"Nick," Dan's voice cut through the haze, rough and raw, a deep vibration that seemed to resonate in Nick's very bones. "Look at me."
Nick's head snapped up, his breath catching in his throat at the sight before him. Dan's glowing eyes burned with an intensity that made Nick's stomach flip. His messy hair framed his face in a way that made him look untamed, otherworldly, and devastatingly beautiful.
"I want your eyes on me," Dan continued, his tone dark and commanding, but there was something else too, something vulnerable, almost pleading. The combination sent a jolt of electricity straight through Nick's chest.
Nick's lips parted, an involuntary sound catching at the back of his throat that was too close to a moan for comfort. His face burned with shame, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. Dan's presence filled the room, magnetic and overwhelming, leaving Nick feeling like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, seconds away from freefall.
As he held Dan's gaze he wondered what would happen if he let go, if he stopped fighting the need clawing at him and let himself be consumed. The thought alone made his body tremble, his chest heaving as he tried to steady his breath.
Dan tilted his head, his lips quirking into the faintest of smiles. "Good," he murmured, his voice like a low growl. "That's better."
Dan moved his hand up and down his thick shaft, squeezing the head every time he reached the top. Dan's eyes were dark and intense, like molten gold tinged with shadows, and they bore into Nick with an undeniable hunger that made it impossible to look away. His gaze was heavy, laden with unspoken desires. The room felt hotter, the air thicker, as if it was charged with an unseen current that danced between them, making Nick's skin prickle with awareness.
Nick gripped the edge of the chair, his knuckles whitening as his fingers dug into the smooth wood. The solid surface was the only anchor he had against the storm raging inside him. His thighs clenched as he shifted uncomfortably, trying to relieve the relentless throb growing between his legs. It was a maddening ache, a pull so strong it felt like it was tied to the very core of him, demanding attention he wasn't ready to give.
He crossed his legs tightly, hoping the movement would help ease the pressure, but it only seemed to intensify the sensation, the friction sparking a jolt of pleasure that made him bite his lip to stifle a groan. Every passing second was an agony of restraint, his body screaming for release, and yet he refused to give in.
Dan hadn't moved, but the sheer weight of his presence was suffocating in the best and worst ways. It was torture, exquisite and excruciating all at once, and Nick wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself together.
When Nick was sure he would come from the sight alone, Dan slowed down his pace and leisurely moved his hands on his cock. He was definitely enjoying tormenting Nick more than he was enjoying the act. Nick stood up to leave, not able to take it anymore.
"Did I offend you?" Dan asked, sounding guilty and pained at the same time.
"No."
"Why are you leaving then?"
"Looking at you, I don't think you should have any trouble doing it by yourself."
"I can't, without you." Dan groaned, inhaling deep as if taking in his scent. "I will be quick, I promise, just let me touch you."
"No." Nick was frustrated too. He wanted so much more than a fucking touch. He wanted to go on his knees and taste Dan. Fucking gulp every drop of him but that won't help Dr Desai, would it.
"Please, just let me hold your hand," Dan begged.
Nick didn't know how it could help him to come but if that's what it took he could do it.
Nick sat beside him as Dan gripped his cock once again this time more firmly and started to jerk himself with renewed force, looking at his face. One hand on his cock and the other on Nick's palm. Dan's thumb rubbed the back of Nick's wrist, the place where his avath would be if he was Grosh.
Dan increased his pace, breathing heavily, upclose his cock looked even more alien, even more beautiful. There was something else too. Too fleeting for Nick to focus. Something right above his cock. Before Nick could focus on it Dan was coming in spurts. He was right, the container was too small. Dan managed to get the last few drops in it but the rest spilled down on the marble floor.
Nick looked away, too overwhelmed to look at the evidence of Dan's desire. Dan handed him the sample a few seconds later...no words spoken between them as he did so. As if both were shocked at what happened. As soon as Nick got the sample he fled, not wanting to be in Dan's presence anymore.
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