Aishiteru

Three.

Rex developed a system: whenever he winked at me, that was the signal that he wanted sex—as fast and filthy as possible. It happened often and at random times. We'd be in the middle of a mission debriefing, or training, or even in line at the cafeteria, and I'd glance over to see Rex grinning back with a wink. It was amazing how such a small gesture could get me so hard.

We did it everywhere, in every known position (and even some I'm sure we'd invented): up against the wall in one of the supply rooms, on our knees in his shower, spread-eagled across the main conference room table. He especially liked to ride me in the pilot's seat of my Jump Jet.



Rex was a fast learner; he moved his hips when I told him to, sucked harder at my cue. Not a day went by without my cock inside his tight ass or lascivious mouth. Even my dreams were invaded with his image: his full, moist lips grazing my shaft, licking it adoringly with his tongue; his face pressed into the pillows, legs spread wide, revealing the tiny hole he so desperately wanted me to fill. I couldn't deny how much I was enjoying the pleasure, though I constantly struggled to keep the animal inside me under control.



One week passed, then two, then an entire month. The other agents on base seemed hopelessly oblivious to our reckless lovemaking. White was too thick to figure out why his expensive security cameras were blacking out all hours of the day, and Holiday's science had yet to uncover the source of Rex's fluctuating biometrics. We fucked with abandon, yet the world never cared to notice.



I would have put a stop to this—I should have—but I just couldn't. Or maybe I didn't want to. A devilish voice in my head told me to enjoy it while it lasted. Don't bother trying to resist anymore, just let him do whatever he wants. Teenagers lose interest in things so quickly; pretty soon he'll get tired of you and end it.



He'll get tired of me soon enough, I reasoned. Then, things would return to the way they were. Just let him have his fill.



After all, it was only sex.

"Six, I'm tired of this."



"Hmm?" I turned at the sound of his voice—a low whisper in the bustling laboratory. Rex was sitting on Doctor Holiday's examining table, kicking his legs like an anxious five-year-old. I didn't know why he had asked me to accompany him to the lab that morning, but my heart had begun pounding the minute we'd set foot in the door. Had Holiday figured us out? The woman had several PhDs, and she seemed to run new, more complex tests on Rex each day. She had just taken several blood samples from him before rushing off to analyze them, leaving the two of us alone.



Rex rubbed his upper arm through his red jacket, wincing from the onslaught of Holiday's needles. "You know, I'm just starting to get tired of this."



"Of what?" The tightness in my chest grew worse. I leaned in to conceal our conversation from a group of nearby technicians.



"All the running around and hiding and everything, you know? It's getting old."



My heart calmed slightly; I took solace in the knowledge that my life would soon be returning to normal.



"I want to spend the night with you."



"What?" I hadn't meant to say it so loudly, but it was enough to briefly catch the attention of some passersby. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I hissed in a whisper.



He gave a quick glance around the room. "Well, it's just that I'm tired of always having to sneak around and rush through things."



"Oh? And what am I supposed to do about that? Tell White I need some time off for a honeymoon?"



"Dude, calm down, Six." Rex placed a hand on my shoulder, which I quickly shook off. "Look, I'm not asking for you to take me out on a date or anything. I just want us to spend a little more time together."



I get it now; he wants to "cuddle." As if what we were engaging in currently wasn't crazy enough. How the two of us were going to stay in the shadows while taking time out to spoon was beyond my comprehension. No, it was just impractical. But my answer was even more impractical. "I'll see what I can do."



"Awesome!" He grinned and held up his arms like he meant to hug me. "I'm so looking forward to it!"



"Looking forward to what?" Holiday rounded the corner, catching the tail end of our conversation.



"Oh, you know, just lookin' forward to those test results, Doc." Rex quickly dropped his arms and flashed her a million-dollar smile. I bit my lip; fuck, he was a terrible liar.



She held up a clipboard and flipped through several text-laden pages. "Well, nothing seems abnormal. Your white blood cell and nanite counts are stable. No latent infections..." After flipping back and forth and mumbling some calculations, Holiday sighed and lowered her paperwork. "I can't find any explanation as to why your biometrics are all over the place."



Rex and I stared at each other for a moment. Then, he turned to Holiday and shrugged. "Dunno, Doc, maybe it's just teenage horm—"



"—Don't even say it," I warned.



Holiday laughed and shot me a quick wink. Soon after, Rex followed suit. I shook my head in frustration.



God, I was hopelessly fucked.

Why did I feel the need to bend over backwards for Rex? More accurately, why did I continue to bend him over just to fulfill my own needs? Surely even lust had a breaking point? There had to be some line that I refused to cross, even in my most desperate state. Yet there I was day after day, risking everything for him. And even that wasn't enough.



I went to Callan and asked him to cover my duties for the night. He and his team were perfectly capable of handling any sudden EVO attacks, or at least stalling long enough for Rex and me to compose ourselves. After that, I sent Bobo on a "top-secret" reconnaissance mission in Vegas, knowing full well the only things he'd be investigating there were blackjack tables and scantily-clad showgirls. Barring any major catastrophes, the two of us would have the entire evening to ourselves.



When I arrived at his room, Rex had just stepped out of the shower and was standing in front of a mirror, running a comb through his damp hair. A towel hung loosely around his waist, doing little to hide the curvy, muscular ass beneath it. "Hey, Six!" He rushed over and threw his arms around me; I could feel the steamy moisture still clinging to his skin.



"This is so awesome! I can't believe we're spending the whole night together…"



Rex's voice droned on in the background as I focused on our surroundings. It was far from the Presidential Suite, though Rex had taken time to tidy up some. The lights were too bright, and the twin bed entirely too small to comfortably fit more than one person. It brought back embarrassing memories of all the awkward college dorm sex I'd had.



When Rex was finished babbling, he released me and hopped onto the bed, flinging his towel off in the process. As I watched him lie down, beckoning me to join him, I again asked myself what the hell I was doing fooling around with this kid. And how would I ever be able to justify what I was going to do next?



"Why don't we go back to my room; my bed is bigger."

 

We did it three times that night. Rex was so excited that I'd invited him in that he began tearing at my clothes the minute we were through the door. I was no better, though. I pushed him onto the bed and fucked him long and slow, relishing in the added time we'd been dealt. When we were finished, I headed to take a shower, but Rex slid into the glass enclosure behind me and we soon grew lost in kissing and washing each other. When he began stroking my cock with a slick, soapy hand, I found I couldn't control myself. I took him up against the wall, hot spray from the shower pounding down on our entwined bodies. I was exhausted from the second time, but shortly after that, as we were lying silently in bed, Rex slid over and straddled me. He grinded his hips effortlessly as I struggled to breathe. These "teenage hormones" were going to run me ragged.



After round three was over, we climbed beneath the covers, my body rapidly growing colder as cool air hit my sweat-slicked flesh. I glanced at Rex, who was busy staring at the ceiling and humming his content. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world—like nothing mattered but this moment right here and now.



I listened to Rex prattle on endlessly about seemingly random topics: basketball games with Noah; his favorite burger toppings; how proud he was that his brother Cesar had opened his own lab in Mexico City. He went on for so long, I started to feel myself drifting off to sleep.



"Six? Hey, Six?" Rex's voice stung my ears. "Why do you always wear these things?"



I rubbed my eyes and looked over to see him inspecting the tinted sunglasses I had left on one of the bedside tables. He turned them over in his hands, watching the room's dull light shine through. "I bet you just wear 'em because they make you look cool," he mused as he slipped the shades on. "Whoa! It looks like I'm swimming in toxic waste."



"Rex, have you ever heard of the term 'poker face?'"



"Hah! That's what she said!" he laughed.



Of course. I mentally kicked myself. How could I expect someone with Rex's level of maturity to understand my reasoning? He was too young to experience half of what I had. If the eyes really were a window to the soul, then I wanted to keep mine hidden from any trespassers. I even would've worn my shades during sex if it didn't look so utterly ridiculous. Fuck it, I wasn't about to spill my emotions to Rex. "Yes," I sighed, "I wear them to look cool. Now hand them over before you break them."



Rex acquiesced, carefully removing the glasses from his face and giving them one more look-over before passing them back. I reached over and placed them on the table closest to me. When I turned around, Rex was leaning on one arm, gazing at me intently. "You know, you have really nice eyes. You should show them off more often." He flashed me a warm smile. "They're such a pretty shade of brown."



"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," I responded dryly. I had never had someone compliment me on my "pretty brown eyes." In fact, the only comment I was used to hearing was "I thought they'd be green."



"Ah, crap, did that sound too girly?" Rex sat up and shook his head. "Fuck, I'm such a loser." He went quiet for a moment, staring at the blank wall opposite the bed. Then he shrugged and turned to me. "So, anything you wanna talk about? Oooh! I know! Why don't you tell me how you got all those cool scars?"



I raised my eyebrow. I never liked talking after sex; the conversations always seemed forced and awkward. I preferred my bedfellows to be a little less loquacious. Regardless, I certainly didn't feel like suddenly breaking my habit and opening up to him. I simply replied with an empty gaze and a cool "No comment."



"Seriously? Not even a clue?"



I shook my head.



"Well, we could talk about something else." Rex paused to consider his options. "Tell me about how you got involved with Providence?"



"Sorry, that's classified."



"Oh-kay…" he thought harder. "How about your favorite kung-fu movie?"



"Classified."



"Your favorite flavor of pie?"



"Classified."



"How often do you shave?"



"Classified."



"Do you like cats?"



"Classified."



"What's your real name?"



"Dwight."



"Dwight?" Rex laughed, his eyes the size of saucers. "For real? Your name is Dwight?"



"No," I replied. "That information is classified."



He groaned, "Six, you're impossible!" I smiled at his little outburst. I enjoyed toying with his head almost as much as he enjoyed toying with my cock. I opened my mouth to make a snide comment, but Rex turned his back to me, pulling the covers up around his shoulders. "Wake me when it's time for breakfast, ok?"



I yanked the sheets down in a huff. Rex was out of his mind if he thought I would allow him to sleep in my room. "Rex, you can't stay here. People will get suspicious if you start sleeping over."



"If that's all you're worried about, then I'll leave early tomorrow before anyone even notices." He yawned and tugged at the blankets.



"Rex, you have trouble getting up before noon—"



"—But you said I could spend the night, Six." His voice was muffled from the thick pillow that rested against his face.



"We did spend the night together, Rex." I struggled to control the anger in my voice. The walls here were not exactly impermeable. "It's past midnight, so technically it's morning."



Rex stirred slightly; his words were heavy with fatigue. "Just get some sleep, Six. Everything will be alright."



But things weren't alright. Rex had taken command of my libido, and now he was encroaching on my private space. No good could come of this; if I let him stay, things would only get more complicated.



He was already dozing off, snoring intermittently. I reached for his shoulder, meaning to wake him, but I froze before my fingertips could even graze his skin. I just sat there and watched his breathing, my hand still outstretched, reaching for empty air. Sighing, I eventually turned around and set the alarm for 4.30AM, long before the start of the morning shift.

 

[[end of chapter three]]