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negative. “What I do need is to feel secure, and as strange as it is, I do feel safe despite the fact that everything is kind of up in the air right now.” Carver realized he wasn’t making any sense. “I will always miss the people I left behind on Earth. I will miss the opportunities that I had. I’m sad about that. Deeply. But there isn’t anything I can do but move forward.”
“You are very strong.”
“Thanks.” Carver felt another curious blush coming on, and he wasn’t certain why. He’d never reacted to praise quite like this. Maybe the difference was that the admiration was coming from someone he’d been so intimate with.
“I will do everything I can to help you do…” Honor trailed off but finished his thought rather quickly. “Whatever it is you’d like to do.”
“I guess my first challenge will be figuring out what I’d like to do here.” Carver couldn’t believe he was actually equal amounts scared and excited. Literally everything was different here, but that was okay. He had unfailing faith in his ability to figure things out.
“We are heading back to Krase. You’ll be given official papers stating your citizenship. But also, Tyler and Blessed are there. They can help you become assimilated to Krase society.”
“I’d like to meet them.”
“Just one thing.” Honor looked down at the floor and sighed hard. Carver wasn’t certain what was coming, but he braced himself. “Do not let Tyler dress you.”
“Why?” Carver couldn’t imagine what kind of damage that might cause.
“Because he dresses to please Blessed and his sense of style is awful.”
Carver playfully slapped Honor’s back. “You load! Here you had me thinking Tyler would do some horrible thing!”
“He would!” Honor rose from the bed. “You should see the kinds of things he wears. Another human called the look a retro throwback to the 80s. I do not know what that means other than it’s horrible.”
“I don’t think that particular style would look good on me at all.” Carver wasn’t anywhere close to being from the 80s, but he knew the look. Baggy pants with tight ankles—known as parachute pants—or slim pants tucked into boots. Blazers with rolled up sleeves in either neon colors or creamy pastels. He shivered. He’d look like a cartoon character given how big he was.
“You should be dressed just as you are now.”
“I’m naked.”
“I know.” Honor turned and pounced, knocking Carver flat on the bed. He pinned him and then licked his neck.
“You have no idea how good that feels.” Carver turned his head to the side and arched his neck. Honor was making circles with his tongue then biting in the center.
“But I do know because you did it to me.”
“I—wait. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“Ah!” Honor was up and running to his communication unit.
“Damn but you can move fast for a big guy.” Carver realized that much like himself, Honor could be rather scattered. Clearly, he’d forgotten something. “Are you late to an appointment?”
“No. I had devotee checking on the man from the auction and the news report of the explosion.” Honor flashed Carver a rather chagrined look. “Rather than be interrupted, I told him to put the information in my work file.”
Carver got up and moved over to the desk. Instead of a standard keyboard, the Krase had an odd gel-like substance that they placed their hands on in order to communicate with their computer. It was more organic input than mechanical. Carver had no idea which way was better, so he didn’t make comparisons that way, only noted that their cultures’ way of doing things was different. He grinned. Everything would be new and interesting to him. He wondered how long it would be before the novelty wore off. He hoped never.
While Honor worked, Carver got behind him and kissed his shoulders and his neck. His skin was tougher than human skin, with that fascinating red color, but it was
“You are very strong.”
“Thanks.” Carver felt another curious blush coming on, and he wasn’t certain why. He’d never reacted to praise quite like this. Maybe the difference was that the admiration was coming from someone he’d been so intimate with.
“I will do everything I can to help you do…” Honor trailed off but finished his thought rather quickly. “Whatever it is you’d like to do.”
“I guess my first challenge will be figuring out what I’d like to do here.” Carver couldn’t believe he was actually equal amounts scared and excited. Literally everything was different here, but that was okay. He had unfailing faith in his ability to figure things out.
“We are heading back to Krase. You’ll be given official papers stating your citizenship. But also, Tyler and Blessed are there. They can help you become assimilated to Krase society.”
“I’d like to meet them.”
“Just one thing.” Honor looked down at the floor and sighed hard. Carver wasn’t certain what was coming, but he braced himself. “Do not let Tyler dress you.”
“Why?” Carver couldn’t imagine what kind of damage that might cause.
“Because he dresses to please Blessed and his sense of style is awful.”
Carver playfully slapped Honor’s back. “You load! Here you had me thinking Tyler would do some horrible thing!”
“He would!” Honor rose from the bed. “You should see the kinds of things he wears. Another human called the look a retro throwback to the 80s. I do not know what that means other than it’s horrible.”
“I don’t think that particular style would look good on me at all.” Carver wasn’t anywhere close to being from the 80s, but he knew the look. Baggy pants with tight ankles—known as parachute pants—or slim pants tucked into boots. Blazers with rolled up sleeves in either neon colors or creamy pastels. He shivered. He’d look like a cartoon character given how big he was.
“You should be dressed just as you are now.”
“I’m naked.”
“I know.” Honor turned and pounced, knocking Carver flat on the bed. He pinned him and then licked his neck.
“You have no idea how good that feels.” Carver turned his head to the side and arched his neck. Honor was making circles with his tongue then biting in the center.
“But I do know because you did it to me.”
“I—wait. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“Ah!” Honor was up and running to his communication unit.
“Damn but you can move fast for a big guy.” Carver realized that much like himself, Honor could be rather scattered. Clearly, he’d forgotten something. “Are you late to an appointment?”
“No. I had devotee checking on the man from the auction and the news report of the explosion.” Honor flashed Carver a rather chagrined look. “Rather than be interrupted, I told him to put the information in my work file.”
Carver got up and moved over to the desk. Instead of a standard keyboard, the Krase had an odd gel-like substance that they placed their hands on in order to communicate with their computer. It was more organic input than mechanical. Carver had no idea which way was better, so he didn’t make comparisons that way, only noted that their cultures’ way of doing things was different. He grinned. Everything would be new and interesting to him. He wondered how long it would be before the novelty wore off. He hoped never.
While Honor worked, Carver got behind him and kissed his shoulders and his neck. His skin was tougher than human skin, with that fascinating red color, but it was
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