The Jascian's Toy copyright 2005 Rowan McBride

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So here I was, sprawled out on a giant bed in an alien world staring up at a fifteen foot teenager.

And now he wanted to play.

He advanced toward me and I scrambled to the far end of the bed. "Now Gavin, I'm not sure what you have in mind, but any physical interaction between us is wildly inappropriate."

"And why is that?" he asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

My gaze dipped to his forearms. Thick, hard cords of muscle were clearly visible underneath tanned, flawless skin. I wanted to run my hands over them; to explore his entire body, really. Why was I resisting? I'd had a good reason, and I shut my eyes as I tried to remember it.

Oh yeah. The age thing.

"I'm a thirty-one year old man. You're just a kid."

His mouth quirked. "I'm eighteen. More than old enough to have sex, even in your culture."

My throat went dry. "S-Sex?" My worst suspicion and my newest fantasy.

"Isn't that what you're convinced we're about to have?"

Suddenly I was glad I was on the bed, because I'm sure my legs would have given out on me if I'd been standing. "I realize that you're legal and everything, but I'm twelve years older than you. And besides..." I made an awkward gesture with my hands. "I'm not even sure how... how that would work." I chanced a glance at his crotch, my eyes rounding a bit at the bulge in his shorts before I snatched my head upward again.

Not a clue.

Gavin laughed and dropped himself onto the bed. The impact of his body sent my own flying up into the air, but before I had a chance to panic, his hands closed around me and gently set me down. "Sorry about that. Didn't realize exactly how light you are."

It took me a moment to realize I was now sitting on his abdominal muscles. God, it was like sitting on a cobblestone walk. "N-No problem." I kept my hands gripped on my knees, knowing that if I relaxed they would start to roam.

He grabbed another pillow to prop himself up a bit. The simple movement of his body entranced me--the casual power he wielded so easily was something to behold. I was so fascinated as I watched him that I didn't notice his hands reaching for me until they'd taken hold of my shirt.

Instinctively I tried to wrench myself free, but of course that didn't do me one whit of good. "What are you doing?"

"Relax, Blake. You have a nice little body under there, and I want to see it."

Still pushing at his huge hands, I pretty much blurted whatever came to mind. "How do you know I have a nice body? Gavin, we hardly know each other!" Shit. I sounded so damned prissy.

He paused, but didn't remove his hands from me. I could feel those strong fingers brushing up against my waist and ribs, and I wondered again why I was resisting.

Because I'm a fucking prude, that's why.

"Kieric was right when he said I watched you too much. I've seen you in the shower. I've even seen you having sex."

Oh, dear lord in Heaven. Without knowing it, I'd made a pornographic video for a sixteen year old kid. "This is so surreal," I whispered. Every few seconds my emotions jumped from arousal to fear to confusion to embarrassment and back again. It was draining me and suddenly I was too tired to fight anymore. My hands fell away from his fingers. "Do whatever you want."

His dark eyebrows drew together. "This isn't something you want?"

My gaze left his and I focused on his massive chest, rising and falling with his every breath. "I'm a very reserved man, even with... even with other humans."

To my utter surprise, his hands left me. I lifted my head and saw him slide one of his big arms behind his head. "I've noticed that. You're great with kids, but kinda awkward with other adults."

I ran my fingers through my hair, returning to the confusion part of my emotion cycle. "Yeah, I'm not sure why that is."

"It's funny that you stutter even when you say the word `sex.' When you're in the middle of it, you just let all of your inhibitions go. I guess I was eager to see that part of you."

And now we were back to embarrassment.

He chuckled, which bounced me around a bit on his abs. "Strange world, strange man, a whole new set of rules to live by. I suppose I can give you some time to adjust to things."


"Although, from my point of view, it would be easier to tear off your clothes and leave you naked for the rest of your life. So it's important for you to understand that I'm doing you a favor."

New rules, indeed. "I-I'm grateful."

"And I should also let you know that you don't have a lot time. In a little while you won't have much of a choice, so you'd better get used to the idea of being with me."

Fear knotted in my stomach. "What's going to happen?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, somewhere between a reassuring smile and a smirk. "Explaining it would only terrify you. Just be sure and try your best to get comfortable with me, and when the time comes, remember that I'm not going to hurt you. Alright?"

His words did nothing to calm my anxiety. But I found myself remembering that night I'd met him--the innocence, the sincere desire to be my friend. I could still see those qualities in the being before me and, strangely enough, I did trust him. "Alright."

The almost smile pulled into a full grin, and my entire world pitched and spun. Suddenly I was on my back, with god-only-knew how many pounds of muscle looming above me.

Gavin lowered his head and some of his black locks fell over my face. I would have thought with our size and strength difference that his hair would feel like a sturdy sort of thread to me, but--now that it was brushing against my skin--comparing it to silk seemed more appropriate.

I could feel his warm breath on my stomach, even through my scrubs. "Watching you over the past few days, I wouldn't have thought you could have had enough time to shower. But you smell good."

Not like him, though. His scent was... I don't know. Spiced, dark, directly keyed into my libido. "I actually haven't had a chance in almost 48 hours."

He made a low sound in the back of his throat as he worked his way up my body. "They say Earthers were chosen as toys because something in their body chemistry sets a Jascian's senses on fire. I didn't believe it at first, because I didn't notice anything that night I visited you." The tip of his nose grazed my cheek. "But I'm a believer now."

It was strange, having a face that much bigger than mine so close to me. Like he was my entire world, like nothing else existed outside of us.

Gavin raised his head just enough to see my eyes. "I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?"

My voice left me again and, despite my earlier reservations, I found myself wanting him to have his way with me.

A sly smile I was quickly growing familiar with shaped his mouth. His tongue, hot and wet, slid up the side of my neck, tracing the path of the artery there.

A woman's voice called him from another room. "Gavin! Time for lunch!"

Gavin groaned against me, then straightened. "Coming!"

I sat up. "Your mother?"

It gave me an almost physical sense of loss when he pulled his tank top on, covering himself up. "Yeah. We'll be living here for a couple more weeks, but I have a place of my own right by the university all lined up."

Looking around, I was reminded that I was isolated in an alien world. "You're leaving me alone?"

His hand paused on the doorknob. I noticed that it seemed a high, even for him, but he spoke before I could try and puzzle that out. "I'd take you down with me, but we have a veda. That's a little like a cat, but much bigger with jagged teeth and a more aggressive personality."

My eyes widened. "You know what? I think I'm good here."

He laughed. "When the new place is ready, you can run around to your heart's content."

"Gavin!" I called when he was halfway out the door.

He poked his head back in. "Yeah?"

I must have been in the middle of some sort of hysterical shock. That's the only possible explanation for what next came out of my mouth. "You never told me how I tasted."

He broke into a grin. "Like lendoriac candy," he said, winking at me. "I'll be sure to bring you a piece so you can see what I mean."

When he left, I collapsed back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Gavin seemed nice enough, but it was clear that he saw me as a toy that belonged to him. I tried to wrap my mind around this new situation, one I'd never imagined in my wildest dreams... or nightmares.

What the hell was I going to do?

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