Page 28 of Five to Love Him
The moment I got within reach of the window seat, arms welcomed me and pulled me down. They shifted to make room for me. It was weird, though not uncomfortable. They’d started the movie too, but my attention was elsewhere.
One of them was behind me, the window seat deep enough to accommodate me leaning against him. He wrapped his arms around my middle, a hand coming to rest over my belly. Another one took my right hand in both of his, and the third pulled my legs into his lap.
That took some more shifting and adjusting, but in the end, a fourth of them crammed into the window seat, and the fifth had pulled up one of the floor cushions.
“Are you okay with this?” the one holding my hand asked. “With touching?”
To my own surprise, the answer was easy. “Yeah.”
“Good. Do you want to try the strawberries?” the one who had become my backrest asked.
“Sure. I don’t think I ever had chocolate-covered fruit.”
“Oh no.” “That won’t do.” “We need to make up for that, Leo.” “Open your mouth.”
I did. By the time the hatchling alien was wrapped around the first crew member’s face, I had been properly distracted, and I was enjoying it, leaning into the hivelings around me and letting them feed me.
“That’s all of them, all the chocolate fruit for you,” one of them said, speaking close to my ear. “Can we kiss you now?”
I thought about it. I was comfortable, sure, but my brain was still in the mix.
“Okay, but we’re just watching the movie, right? We’re not going to end up”—I took a breath before saying it—“having sex in front of the window. Right? That’s not why you were asking about the window and whether people could look inside earlier, is it?”
One—maybe two—of them hummed, cooed as if I were a feral cat they wanted to befriend.
“We asked because we didn’t want a human to see all of us and grow suspicious.” One of them kissed the back of my hand, and I flinched. “Shh. We are going to be very, very careful with you. Nothing you don’t want, ever. But we were thinking, if spin the bottle is your only experience, maybe you deserve a better one?”
I looked at one of them. And I nodded at him. Fuck, but he looked so trustworthy. All of them did, and they didn’t just jump on me either the moment they had the green light.
There was another kiss on the back of my hand, and hands started massaging my thighs and calves.
“Relax,” the one behind me said, and the one in front of me leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine.
I felt so utterly incompetent with my total and absolute lack of experience even as his soft lips brushed against mine. My mind was racing with the fear of being found out—almost thirty and nothing to show for it, living at home and spending my days online. I ticked at least some of the incel boxes, and I didn’t want the hive to see me in that light. Not quite sure why that mattered when it never had before.
“You’re tense, Leo. Should we stop?” the hive asked while another was teasing the corner of my mouth, building dread and desire both.
“No.”
I only had the one hand—my right one was still being caressed—and I hugged the hiveling in front of me closer. Doing that was even scarier than the kissing or the thought of what else might happen. The potential logistics of that still worried me. But touching him was…I hadn’t touched anyone like that. Not ever. Wanted, sure. Maybe I’d used the fear of talking about my almost death to cover that, in reality, I was simply scared of being physically close like this, and I wasn’t even entirely sure why such a thing needed hiding.
The hive was inescapable. Behind me, in front of me. His back was firm, and I could feel his warmth under my fingers. His kisses changed gradually, moving inward from the corners of my mouth, and the one who was holding my hand interlaced his fingers with mine, just like we had done back at the Moonlight.
“Leo,” the one behind me said, and I gasped when the other’s mouth fused to mine in what was undeniably a real kiss. “You taste of chocolate and summer berries.”
My eyes fell shut, and that had nothing to do with what was happening on screen. From the sounds of it, a chest exploded. Inside my mind, something else exploded too, except I didn’t know how to qualify it.
The hiveling explored me. I tried to be responsive, to let our lips play, tried molding my mouth to his. I had no idea whether I was any good, but they were sure tightening their hold on me. There were arms all around me, gentle touches through my clothes, and the little room that was left on the window seat seemed to vanish between us.
All in all, there was a lot of friction. It shouldn’t have been surprising that I reacted to it, because that was normal. The hiveling who was kissing me had to feel my erection, especially when I shifted in their hold.
One of them let out a low hiss, and movement ran through them. “Leo,” they said again. “Oh, Leo.”
A hand stroked my hair, and while my mouth was still busy, they kissed my forehead, my hand again, and my knee I was pretty sure. No, they were not fighting over me or tearing me apart between them, but it was as if each of them wanted me—hold, touch, taste.
I turned, broke the kiss. “S-stop.”
They did immediately, pulling back, loosening their hold. All their eyes were on me, wide, and I saw shock on their faces.
