Title: Jaxxon's Twi'leks ch. 13.5-- Supply Closet
author: helgaleena
helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Main characters: Quinlan Vos, Jaxxon the Lepi
prompt: 043: square
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: interspecies slash
Summary: Before they got to Ryloth, they made a few detours on behalf of the Coachelle Commerce Guild-- which sometimes held impromptu meetings in the supply closet.
Notes: I can't seem to quit pairing up Quin with somebody tall, green and handsome, can I? And the supply closet has been there in the back of my pervy mind all along. Reminder that Jaxxon has just reached the age of Lepi majority, and Quin is not yet thirty.
More on Jaxxon at http://www.jaxxons11.com
Other chapters at http://hlglne.livejournal.com/5044.h
"Foot, did all the Twi'lek ladies on board have a medical exam this week?"
"I have received no data from the subject Kyara in two tendays, Boss."
"Okay, I'll go have a little captain-to-cargo word with her. The kid's gotta stay viable or Bib'll hunt me down. Any surprises in the checkups?"
"Please define the term 'surprises' in this context, Boss."
"Any positive infections, pregnancies, or debilitating health conditions?"
"Negative, Boss."
"Then no news is good news. Dismissed, Foot."
With that, Jaxxon ceased communications with his ship's AI and got ready to hunt down his recalcitrant passenger. Kyara had been sulking ever since she'd been precipitately shipped off Tatooine by her baby's father, supposedly for her own safety. Personally, Jaxxon did not want to sort out the insides of her head, and as long as he never made physical contact, he didn't have to. But it was his job to deliver her to Ryloth as fit as when she left Bib Fortuna's "care". That meant she had to quit avoiding the Rabbit's Foot's med unit.
Jaxxon was not taking the direct route to Ryloth, it was true, but that was because there were simply too many worlds between here and there that could absorb some of the spice cargo that Bib had sent along with her, at a profit.
So far he'd done some good trades-- like with the utter parochials on Zhar's two moons, who were willing to fork over far too many credits for a stim-stick. And that good deal on Yablari, for some top-quality fresh comestibles, and the trade for those industrial crystals on Svarbi 7, double the value of the unprocessed spice--yeah, could be they were hot, but who can tell with a crystal, except maybe a touch-sensitive Lepi?
This meant that even though they were delaying Kyara's delivery to the Securas, ultimately Bib, not to mention his consort and holder of his trade tokens, got a bigger hunk of profit. Fortuna had no grounds for complaint.
As he left the bridge, bending his ears down to get through the hatchway, a hand, wrapped in tan strapping that continued up the wrist, reached out and grabbed a sleeve of his coverall. He couldn't help smiling. It was his partner in the Coachelle Commerce Guild, Kim Kiffar, secret Jedi and major source of hotness, besides his girls, wanting a meeting. The girls were way less fun. Scolding Kyara could wait.
He followed the arm towing him into the supply closet, a tight fit for two beings, much higher than it was wide, but that was an advantage at a moment like this. "You rang?" he quipped, to the dark-maned human whose eyes burned up at him from under his heavy reddish brow, underlined by the yellow streak across his cheekbones from ear to ear.
"You could say that," murmured the Kiffar, who was inhaling deeply, causing his reddish nostrils to flare over the full red pouting lips in their setting of dark stubble. The hand that hadn't been towing him in was now working down the zip on Jaxxon's only garment, a garish red flight suit. They were both barefoot, in the safety of the ship, and long furry toes were getting a stroking from the human's comparatively tiny insteps. In only moments, the dark woolly head was against his chest, and hot exhalations were stirring the gray-green fur there. Oooh, that felt good.
The humanoid's wise hands were creeping around on him inside the coverall, as if the man wanted to climb into it with him. Hah! If only they'd fit! But there was simply too much muscle on the reddish torso with the yellow designs. The next best thing was-- yes-- parting the dull tunic of Tatooine tan that Kim still wore, and putting velvety green hands on that man-flesh.
Hutch-- he couldn't go where he wanted, with that belt and sash in the way! A groan of frustration left him. But Kim-Quin solved the problem, by simply undoing his pants.
Now they were both free to grope, in this secluded square meter of floor space. He could just stand here enjoying the feel of that ass all day, shifting and contracting and relaxing and so warm, just made for his hands. That ass could talk to him right through his skin, and it was saying, put one of those fingers in; you know that is a favorite with this ass... He could, but for now it was just fine with him to feel Kiffar on himself, and taste what Kim-Quin tasted there, that the touching of that ass passed along.
Meanwhile Kiffar hands were luxuriating in the fur and pheromones, running up and down his body from one set of nipples to the next, and hot breaths played over him, as well as a hot wet lapping at one of them. That was making him shiver in a way that traveled straight to his groin, no detours. Fingertips dug into his ribs now, just hard enough, adding to the nipple-tease, escalating his shiver into an actual wriggle.
Being so large, his sexual equipment was slow to fill with blood. But it was definitely on its way up and outward, toward where the Kiffar's own red penis and rosy red buttocks were working impatiently against his hands. Who'd think that being poked in the balls by that insistent red rod could be so titillating?
The man was using his stubble to comb his fur as he worked his way downward. If he stood on tiptoe, the elevation gained by his feet might just-- oh yeah, the tongue was definitely below Jaxxon's umbilical now. And a major portion of him lower down rose to meet it. The man-hands were joining it.... He was on tiptoe, bending over to keep his hands on the ass as the Kiffar lowered himself-- his ears hit the shelving, and he had to angle them back. With a pant and a groan, he let go of the warm backside, and straightened, snagging his claws in tunic and black shaggy locks instead.
He was going to get a cramp in his toes like this, but the things Quin--oh he hoped he didn't yell out that name; it was supposed to be a secret!-- was doing with his balls, like he wanted to juggle them, not to mention that tongue! he didn't want it to stop, okay? But with another groan, his feet gave way, and he lost the touch of that rapacious mouth, that had been stiffening him into a piece of Lepi lumber.
But not for long. Quin stood on his feet, put face to his chest again, and body-slammed him against the closet door. His head and shoulders hit hard, making him a pin-up... So much for privacy! The door didn't open, but anyone passing would have heard the impact of over two meters of Lepi, coated with Kiffar, who was now riding him as if he were a swoop-bike. That red prong was raising the nap on his belly. The red humanoid balls were perched on him, and the thighs had him trapped.
That ass-- Jaxxon finally managed to unhook one hand from the man's matted hair and drop it to that luscious rosy ass, pulling all of the thrusting dynamo of Quin still closer in. "Oooh," he managed to articulate. Quite neutrally, he thought, under the circumstances.
He shrugged his shoulders out of the coverall, letting it sag lower, so he could bend his knees a bit. He was panting like a canine, inhaling the aroma of Kiffar sweat that was starting to moisten his grateful chest. He knew the man's legs were still trapped by his trousers, but that was good-- it made for more friction. And the toes in his foot-fur--- oh, man!
His hand connections were informing him, psychometrically, that Kim-Quin was of two minds. The hand still in Kiffar locks plastered against his heaving chest told him that the human was holding back, restricting their mental contact, so as not to trigger that Lepi place Quin knew about, that would drive Jaxxon over the edge. He was actually using quite a gentle undulation of his hips at the moment, in harmony with that intent.
But the ass hand told another story, that was more in tune with the Kiffar hands creeping around behind Jaxxon, deep inside the coverall. That ass still wanted more than just greedy squeezes from his hand. It wanted a finger. And it wouldn't mind deployment of reciprocal fingers in a known pheromone source, currently very near the closet door... Nor would Jaxxon, at this point. He would agree to anything that felt this good, and hot monkey hands on the velvet slopes of his butt felt extremely good. One of his own big green digits sneaked ever closer to the warm cleft where it was wanted, by a tight clenching heat that it remembered well.
In went the claw. The human gasped, and started moving his hips faster. Human hands dug into Jaxxon's buttocks, hanging on, as their excitement mounted. Jaxxon's whiskers began to bristle, and his own hips were starting to pick up the rhythm. His panting was like a counterpoint, almost whistling out around his trembling lips and tongue. The human clenched internal muscles round the claw, and Jaxxon simply had to put in another joint's worth of finger-- he wanted more.
He got more. "Oh, man," he moaned, because it was as if he were wearing an entire man on his finger now. The pounding of their hips, the wonderful sliding on the man's thighs, on his own belly, hutch! He could nearly see the tip of himself peeking out from between those cheeks! -- and when he thought that, pictured it, Quin read it, and they both went wild.
He thought he'd never gotten a finger this deep into that Kiffar ass before. And he was going to be sore from what the man's hands were doing behind him, so hard, so good--
There was warm wetness and their combined yelling, a splat of Lepi come against the closet wall, and then they both trembled, smashed together and spent. Jaxxon's hips kept moving a bit longer, while human toes curled deliciously in his foot-fur. Then he slid gradually away from the warm, shivering legs that were losing their grip on him. They'd have some cleaning up to do, of the Coachelle Commerce Guild's square meter of conference space.
Quin was looking up at him from under his heavy brows, now streaming with perspiration; his regulation scowl hadn't quite set in yet. Jaxxon couldn't resist licking his forehead. Yum. Salty.
"You made me do that."
Jaxxon snorted. "I beg your pardon? Did I pull myself into the closet here and molest myself?"
"No, I mean you sent me that thought, knowing I was trying NOT to do that Lepi thing in your head."
"Wise-ass. It's my head; you can't tell me what to think in there. Besides, you doing that Lepi thing in my head is what makes you special, man." He batted his absurdly long lashes, and raised half his lip into a smirk. He supposed he ought to take his finger out-- there.
"Yeah, well, the hands make you special, too, Lepi." The scowl was back, as he hoisted up his trousers, then slung his arms around Jaxxon again. "I don't get to meet many fellow touch-readers from Kiffu, let alone you guys." Jaxxon pushed one of his shoulders gently back, to see his face.
"Come to Coachelle with us, man... when your other stuff is finished, I mean."
Jaxxon blinked. He could feel the Jedi under his eyes retreating mentally, losing his previous relaxation in his arms, even though he didn't move a muscle. Wrong thing to say? Hey, it wasn't like he wanted to get married or anything. He still wanted to find his green doe. Touchy, touchy... sometimes he simply did not understand Jedi.
"We'll see," was all he heard from under the dark hair that fell between them. He had a feeling that Coachelle, and fun in the square meter conference area also known as the closet, were decidedly optional to the Jedi. Whose hands were pulling his coverall back on? Kim's or Quin's? With a sigh, he realized he'd never be quite sure.
Then a tongue began to lap the stickiness from his belly fur, and he realized it wasn't important, really. Out loud he mumbled-- "Ooooh, Kim..." like a good boy, and from somewhere down there came a satisfied chuckle.
Their conference wasn't quite over.
http://quinlanvos100.livejournal.com/12306.html june 2006
author: helgaleena
helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Main characters: Quinlan Vos, Jaxxon the Lepi
prompt: 043: square
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: interspecies slash
Summary: Before they got to Ryloth, they made a few detours on behalf of the Coachelle Commerce Guild-- which sometimes held impromptu meetings in the supply closet.
Notes: I can't seem to quit pairing up Quin with somebody tall, green and handsome, can I? And the supply closet has been there in the back of my pervy mind all along. Reminder that Jaxxon has just reached the age of Lepi majority, and Quin is not yet thirty.
More on Jaxxon at http://www.jaxxons11.com
Other chapters at http://hlglne.livejournal.com/5044.h
"Foot, did all the Twi'lek ladies on board have a medical exam this week?"
"I have received no data from the subject Kyara in two tendays, Boss."
"Okay, I'll go have a little captain-to-cargo word with her. The kid's gotta stay viable or Bib'll hunt me down. Any surprises in the checkups?"
"Please define the term 'surprises' in this context, Boss."
"Any positive infections, pregnancies, or debilitating health conditions?"
"Negative, Boss."
"Then no news is good news. Dismissed, Foot."
With that, Jaxxon ceased communications with his ship's AI and got ready to hunt down his recalcitrant passenger. Kyara had been sulking ever since she'd been precipitately shipped off Tatooine by her baby's father, supposedly for her own safety. Personally, Jaxxon did not want to sort out the insides of her head, and as long as he never made physical contact, he didn't have to. But it was his job to deliver her to Ryloth as fit as when she left Bib Fortuna's "care". That meant she had to quit avoiding the Rabbit's Foot's med unit.
Jaxxon was not taking the direct route to Ryloth, it was true, but that was because there were simply too many worlds between here and there that could absorb some of the spice cargo that Bib had sent along with her, at a profit.
So far he'd done some good trades-- like with the utter parochials on Zhar's two moons, who were willing to fork over far too many credits for a stim-stick. And that good deal on Yablari, for some top-quality fresh comestibles, and the trade for those industrial crystals on Svarbi 7, double the value of the unprocessed spice--yeah, could be they were hot, but who can tell with a crystal, except maybe a touch-sensitive Lepi?
This meant that even though they were delaying Kyara's delivery to the Securas, ultimately Bib, not to mention his consort and holder of his trade tokens, got a bigger hunk of profit. Fortuna had no grounds for complaint.
As he left the bridge, bending his ears down to get through the hatchway, a hand, wrapped in tan strapping that continued up the wrist, reached out and grabbed a sleeve of his coverall. He couldn't help smiling. It was his partner in the Coachelle Commerce Guild, Kim Kiffar, secret Jedi and major source of hotness, besides his girls, wanting a meeting. The girls were way less fun. Scolding Kyara could wait.
He followed the arm towing him into the supply closet, a tight fit for two beings, much higher than it was wide, but that was an advantage at a moment like this. "You rang?" he quipped, to the dark-maned human whose eyes burned up at him from under his heavy reddish brow, underlined by the yellow streak across his cheekbones from ear to ear.
"You could say that," murmured the Kiffar, who was inhaling deeply, causing his reddish nostrils to flare over the full red pouting lips in their setting of dark stubble. The hand that hadn't been towing him in was now working down the zip on Jaxxon's only garment, a garish red flight suit. They were both barefoot, in the safety of the ship, and long furry toes were getting a stroking from the human's comparatively tiny insteps. In only moments, the dark woolly head was against his chest, and hot exhalations were stirring the gray-green fur there. Oooh, that felt good.
The humanoid's wise hands were creeping around on him inside the coverall, as if the man wanted to climb into it with him. Hah! If only they'd fit! But there was simply too much muscle on the reddish torso with the yellow designs. The next best thing was-- yes-- parting the dull tunic of Tatooine tan that Kim still wore, and putting velvety green hands on that man-flesh.
Hutch-- he couldn't go where he wanted, with that belt and sash in the way! A groan of frustration left him. But Kim-Quin solved the problem, by simply undoing his pants.
Now they were both free to grope, in this secluded square meter of floor space. He could just stand here enjoying the feel of that ass all day, shifting and contracting and relaxing and so warm, just made for his hands. That ass could talk to him right through his skin, and it was saying, put one of those fingers in; you know that is a favorite with this ass... He could, but for now it was just fine with him to feel Kiffar on himself, and taste what Kim-Quin tasted there, that the touching of that ass passed along.
Meanwhile Kiffar hands were luxuriating in the fur and pheromones, running up and down his body from one set of nipples to the next, and hot breaths played over him, as well as a hot wet lapping at one of them. That was making him shiver in a way that traveled straight to his groin, no detours. Fingertips dug into his ribs now, just hard enough, adding to the nipple-tease, escalating his shiver into an actual wriggle.
Being so large, his sexual equipment was slow to fill with blood. But it was definitely on its way up and outward, toward where the Kiffar's own red penis and rosy red buttocks were working impatiently against his hands. Who'd think that being poked in the balls by that insistent red rod could be so titillating?
The man was using his stubble to comb his fur as he worked his way downward. If he stood on tiptoe, the elevation gained by his feet might just-- oh yeah, the tongue was definitely below Jaxxon's umbilical now. And a major portion of him lower down rose to meet it. The man-hands were joining it.... He was on tiptoe, bending over to keep his hands on the ass as the Kiffar lowered himself-- his ears hit the shelving, and he had to angle them back. With a pant and a groan, he let go of the warm backside, and straightened, snagging his claws in tunic and black shaggy locks instead.
He was going to get a cramp in his toes like this, but the things Quin--oh he hoped he didn't yell out that name; it was supposed to be a secret!-- was doing with his balls, like he wanted to juggle them, not to mention that tongue! he didn't want it to stop, okay? But with another groan, his feet gave way, and he lost the touch of that rapacious mouth, that had been stiffening him into a piece of Lepi lumber.
But not for long. Quin stood on his feet, put face to his chest again, and body-slammed him against the closet door. His head and shoulders hit hard, making him a pin-up... So much for privacy! The door didn't open, but anyone passing would have heard the impact of over two meters of Lepi, coated with Kiffar, who was now riding him as if he were a swoop-bike. That red prong was raising the nap on his belly. The red humanoid balls were perched on him, and the thighs had him trapped.
That ass-- Jaxxon finally managed to unhook one hand from the man's matted hair and drop it to that luscious rosy ass, pulling all of the thrusting dynamo of Quin still closer in. "Oooh," he managed to articulate. Quite neutrally, he thought, under the circumstances.
He shrugged his shoulders out of the coverall, letting it sag lower, so he could bend his knees a bit. He was panting like a canine, inhaling the aroma of Kiffar sweat that was starting to moisten his grateful chest. He knew the man's legs were still trapped by his trousers, but that was good-- it made for more friction. And the toes in his foot-fur--- oh, man!
His hand connections were informing him, psychometrically, that Kim-Quin was of two minds. The hand still in Kiffar locks plastered against his heaving chest told him that the human was holding back, restricting their mental contact, so as not to trigger that Lepi place Quin knew about, that would drive Jaxxon over the edge. He was actually using quite a gentle undulation of his hips at the moment, in harmony with that intent.
But the ass hand told another story, that was more in tune with the Kiffar hands creeping around behind Jaxxon, deep inside the coverall. That ass still wanted more than just greedy squeezes from his hand. It wanted a finger. And it wouldn't mind deployment of reciprocal fingers in a known pheromone source, currently very near the closet door... Nor would Jaxxon, at this point. He would agree to anything that felt this good, and hot monkey hands on the velvet slopes of his butt felt extremely good. One of his own big green digits sneaked ever closer to the warm cleft where it was wanted, by a tight clenching heat that it remembered well.
In went the claw. The human gasped, and started moving his hips faster. Human hands dug into Jaxxon's buttocks, hanging on, as their excitement mounted. Jaxxon's whiskers began to bristle, and his own hips were starting to pick up the rhythm. His panting was like a counterpoint, almost whistling out around his trembling lips and tongue. The human clenched internal muscles round the claw, and Jaxxon simply had to put in another joint's worth of finger-- he wanted more.
He got more. "Oh, man," he moaned, because it was as if he were wearing an entire man on his finger now. The pounding of their hips, the wonderful sliding on the man's thighs, on his own belly, hutch! He could nearly see the tip of himself peeking out from between those cheeks! -- and when he thought that, pictured it, Quin read it, and they both went wild.
He thought he'd never gotten a finger this deep into that Kiffar ass before. And he was going to be sore from what the man's hands were doing behind him, so hard, so good--
There was warm wetness and their combined yelling, a splat of Lepi come against the closet wall, and then they both trembled, smashed together and spent. Jaxxon's hips kept moving a bit longer, while human toes curled deliciously in his foot-fur. Then he slid gradually away from the warm, shivering legs that were losing their grip on him. They'd have some cleaning up to do, of the Coachelle Commerce Guild's square meter of conference space.
Quin was looking up at him from under his heavy brows, now streaming with perspiration; his regulation scowl hadn't quite set in yet. Jaxxon couldn't resist licking his forehead. Yum. Salty.
"You made me do that."
Jaxxon snorted. "I beg your pardon? Did I pull myself into the closet here and molest myself?"
"No, I mean you sent me that thought, knowing I was trying NOT to do that Lepi thing in your head."
"Wise-ass. It's my head; you can't tell me what to think in there. Besides, you doing that Lepi thing in my head is what makes you special, man." He batted his absurdly long lashes, and raised half his lip into a smirk. He supposed he ought to take his finger out-- there.
"Yeah, well, the hands make you special, too, Lepi." The scowl was back, as he hoisted up his trousers, then slung his arms around Jaxxon again. "I don't get to meet many fellow touch-readers from Kiffu, let alone you guys." Jaxxon pushed one of his shoulders gently back, to see his face.
"Come to Coachelle with us, man... when your other stuff is finished, I mean."
Jaxxon blinked. He could feel the Jedi under his eyes retreating mentally, losing his previous relaxation in his arms, even though he didn't move a muscle. Wrong thing to say? Hey, it wasn't like he wanted to get married or anything. He still wanted to find his green doe. Touchy, touchy... sometimes he simply did not understand Jedi.
"We'll see," was all he heard from under the dark hair that fell between them. He had a feeling that Coachelle, and fun in the square meter conference area also known as the closet, were decidedly optional to the Jedi. Whose hands were pulling his coverall back on? Kim's or Quin's? With a sigh, he realized he'd never be quite sure.
Then a tongue began to lap the stickiness from his belly fur, and he realized it wasn't important, really. Out loud he mumbled-- "Ooooh, Kim..." like a good boy, and from somewhere down there came a satisfied chuckle.
Their conference wasn't quite over.
http://quinlanvos100.livejournal.com/12306.html june 2006
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