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female, Max would have to deal with being a little less gay, but it wouldn’t change their relationship.
“I am unclear how human definition and sex interacts.”
“Oh trust me, you are an expert in interacting sex parts.” Max waggled his eyebrows. “In case you didn't catch it that was me complimenting you on your ability to have sex.” This was a far happier conversation, and Max threw himself into the innuendo. If he could get Rick interested in some tentacle sex that would be even better.
“Max weird.” Rick caught Max around the waist and shoved him against the door. The door slid open, and they fell into the elevator in a tangle of limbs and tentacles. Max laughed, and Rick blew raspberries, and for a time, Max pushed all the big questions aside. He had a husband and some privacy and time before he had to get back to his con, and that was as good as it got. Max certainly didn’t need any more than that.
Chapter Fourteen
Max led the way through the public areas of the ship and into the more decorated inner sanctum. “Are you ever going to invite the kids into this part of the ship?” Max asked.
“When offspring no annoy,” Rick said loudly.
Given James’s ability to drive his father up a wall that might take a while. Even Xander tended to pester Rick when he wanted something. Max might have been able to talk Rick around when it came to Kohei, but that would make the other two resent their brother, and Max wouldn’t do that. He wanted the kids to like each other.
They approached their private quarters, and Max stretched. “I am so tired.” Dealing with Carrington stressed him out.
“Query. Max avoid tangling tentacles from tiredness?”
Max stopped and caught the closest tentacles so he could pull Rick closer. “I am not too tired for tentacles. I am never too tired for your tentacles.”
Rick shimmied.
“I am too tired to deal with Carrington,” Max added.
Rick’s tentacles curled up tight. Max sighed. He should have known better than to bring up Carrington or the con in general. Rick was not on board with demanding fairness from the universe. He tugged Rick toward their bedroom. “I could be on the verge of passing out, and the promise of your tentacles would wake me up.” Max triggered the bedroom door. He backed into the room, pulling Rick along with him.
Rick curled his tentacles around Max’s arms, pushing at his clothing and caressing the newly exposed skin. It was arousing as hell, but then Rick could belch and Max found it hot. “Don’t rip my shirt.” Max went to pull his clothes off, and for a second, Rick held onto him, tentacles curling around him and holding him captive. Then with a blurble, Rick released Max.
“Clothing inconvenient,” he complained.
“I get cold far too easily to give up clothes,” Max said. Besides, the rest of the alien species preferred clothing, some of them had quite extravagant clothes. Running around naked when the rest of the universe was wearing clothing felt far too risqué for Max’s taste. Max was a little impressed that Rick was so unconcerned about what other people thought of his unclothed tentacles.
The door closed once Rick had all his limbs inside the room. While Max had his hands over his head to strip off his shirt, Rick slid closer. He ran his tentacles up Max’s bare chest and around the back of his neck. Other tentacles slid under Max’s pants so the waist band became tight with all the squirming tentacles pushing inside.
“Wait,” Max gasped, distracted by fingers questing down his crack. “Let me get the button.”
Rick brushed the tip of a tentacle across Max’s lips, those talented fingers along the underside of it teasing with feather-light touches.
“Fuck,” Max whispered. His fingers fumbled as he tried to open his pants.
“Fuck,” Rick echoed softly, and then the tentacle slipped inside Max’s mouth.
Max gasped, and then Rick rubbed his collarbone before more tentacles wrapped around Max, undulating and twitching as Rick pushed him back toward the bed. Max found that sucking on the tentacle, unfastening his pants and walking backward was a combination he hadn’t mastered.
He lost his balance and stumbled. Rick tightened all his tentacles so that Max was caught, supported by about a dozen tentacles at once. Rick was strong, but he rarely showed that strength. But he had no trouble lifting Max to the bed.
Max shoved his pants over his ass before Rick could do his rip-and-tear routine. He