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Steppe Earth - Gahn, Part 2

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It was another three days before Waen saw Ted again but the situation remained the same. The Gahn was watching one of his many collected motion pictures prepared by the Human film industry when that familiar one-two-three polite knock on his door called his attention away from his video player. Mashing the pause button with a thick finger, Waen stood, smoothed out his tank top and boxers, and strolled over to the door.

He wasn't the least bit surprised when he saw Ted waiting for him on the other side, holding up yet another box in one hand; the other by his side had what appeared to be another shipment of dried fruit. The Human offered an easy smile. "I think I finally understand behind the whole package issue."

The Bull flicked an ear, reaching out to take the box but, rather than grab it directly from Ted's grasp, he turned his hand over, revealing the palm. "The temporary delivery man finds it faster to not come up this high?"

The Human laughed, depositing the package into Waen's grasp. "Nah. The substitute guy is an Oolou and he's still new to Axis."

Waen placed the box on the small shelf just inside the door, focusing on Ted instead of the box. He didn't fully understand what it was that the Human was getting at. "That does not explain much... does it?"

Nodding vigorously, Ted pulled out a data pad and pressed a button, holding up the screen so that the Gahn could look at it. "You know this number, right?"

The Bull looked at the data pad, then focused his attention past it so he could look at the Human. "Yes. That is an eight. Before I could get my VISa I had to prove I knew the number system used by the Unity-Programme in addition to at least one Human language. Why does that matter?"

Ted turned the data pad back around to himself and drew on the screen with a finger before returning the view of it to Waen. "How about this symbol?"

Looking patiently toward whatever the Human was trying to show him, Waen saw that it looked a lot like the number eight again, but not completely. "It looks like an eight, or the letter 'B', or something like that."

Grinning from ear-to-ear with a self-satisfied smirl, Ted shook his head. "Nah. It's an Oolou number from Ka Hoda... and it's THEIR number for seven. I think the temp delivery guy might be making an honest mistake and delivering it to me in error."

Waen snorted. "There is a big '8A' on my door... don't you have a '7A' on yours?"

The Human shrugged, seemingly unaffected by the obvious complication in his presumption. "Eh. Maybe. But it's still a place to start. I'll leave a message for him for the future."

Rather than comment on the plan, Waen instead pointed out somethig else. "You seem to know a lot about other races. You know Oolou numbers?"

Ted's easy smile returned. "Yep. Comes in real handy in HR because I need to make sure that I understand staff as well as they trust me. All-in-all I know numbers used by Phin, Ikali, Oolou, and both Viddin and Ilsit, but that's because they both use the Ilsit number system. I'm trying to pick up the Juni system too-- I got flash cards and everything!"

The Human's excitability and willingness to share information continued to batter against Waen's naturally reserved interaction style but, for some reason the Bull found it more endearing than annoying; he chastized himself by reminding himself that it was probably the Human's scent more than anything-- Ted liked him, and that meant the Human's scent was a pleasing one. "If you know the Juni system you'll know the Gahn system; we use the same one on our world."

He found that he'd moved subconsciously closer to the door, his snout pushed through it as his nose worked the air, almost as if his body wanted to prove to his mind that the scent of the Human was pleasant. Ted seemed to notice, but he misread it. "Oh-- you can smell the plums, can you? I figured since you seemed to like the apricots so much, and since I was already bringing you your package..."

Quickly willing to let Ted set the narrative on his not-so-subtle sniffing, Waen pulled his head back into his apartment, letting the door open. Rather than accept the package from the Human, the Bull motioned inward, surprising himself at his invitation. ""You... you can come in, if you want. Don't gotta stand out there."

Ted smiled, giving the fruit bag a light squeeze as he smiled. "Oh. Thanks, Waen! I didn't really want to be a bother..."

Despite the words suggesting that he was going to decline, the Human instead stepped inside, craning his head as his eyes meandered around, apparently more than happy enough to take in the sites. Waen had left the empty apricot bag on his counter despite having polished them off in less than 24 hours and Ted apparently decided that the location was suitable for storing dried fruit; he put the dried plum bag next to it. Before removing his hand from the bag, however, Ted glnced back to him. "This a good spot, or is there somewhee else you want me to lay it down?"

Waen passed him by after closing the door behimd himself, reaching up to rub an ear in the hopes that he'd hide the redness developing on it; he hadn't had anyone in his apartment since he'd arrived and the Bull still wasn't completely sure how to best interact with Humans at a one-on-one, personal level. "There is fine. I will move them later if they cause a problem." He paused, remembering an important matter of manners. "Thank you, Ted."

His guest's face lit up into a huge smile. "Oh, no worries. I'm always happy to share the wealth. You get a chance to look into the stores where you can get some yourself if you like it enough?"

The Bull blinked; he had, but would admitting that he picked up three packs the very next day come across as too compliant, or too accomidating? Is that something Humans looked at closely in their social circles. He came to the conclusion that a simple answer would work best, attempting the word that he'd used Ted use to describe the small corner store where he'd been directed to find the dried fruit for sale.. "Yes. I went to the bo-day-guh you suggested and was able to find some... but I did not see plum there."

Ted's face exploded into a huge grin. "Oh! That's cuz my friend only does plums for special runs-- he doesn't have enough of a supply to have stores sell them. I got this one just for you."

Waen had to take a steadying breath as the Human lingered near his kitchen; the Gahn had lived there for several months and had changed little in that time... but, suddenly having someone else there made it feel different. The apartment was unspectacular: large, sparsely furnished, but clearly lived in. A massive, worn leather sofa dominated the living area, facing an equally massive video screen that served as the focal point for the eye, and the primary method of Waen's usual entertainment. He suddenly became very critical of his home when he realized that the Human was probably not used to the scent of a Gahn's residence and saw Ted's eyes scanning the area. "I did not expect to have someone here."

His guest offered a polite smile; Waen congratulated himself on doing a better job at understanding Human expressions. "Hey... you're a lot better housekeeper than I am. No need to apologize."

The Bull immediately started to second-guess himself again; was he required to apologize if his apartment did not meet a guest's expectations? Human social interactions could be convoluted and confusiong. He tried to redirect things back using his understanding of gratitude to try and slip past hosting faux pas. "Thank you again for the dried fruit. I liked the apricots a lot and I know I will like the plums."

Ted leaned against one of the supports of the archway separating the kitchen from the entryway. "No problem, waen. Anyway, like I said, I just wanted to make sure you got your box and to let you know I had a few ideas about why you're having all the trouble getting it with the new guy on the route and all."

Realizing that, despite letting Ted inside, their situation had changed little and they were both standing, facing one another. Something clicked inside the Bull's head and he suddenly realized that he COULD be a better host. "You-- we... can sit down. You don't gotta stand. I have a sofa."

The Gahn pointed toward the piece of furniture in the living room and immediately regretted his prior statement paired with the gesture; he probably came across as a stupid Bull. Fortunately Ted didn't seem to mind. The Human moved to the the side of sofa that Waen used less often and settled down onto the cushion; the Gahn found it almost funny how little Ted sank into the sofa-- he really was that light. Smiling, the Human placed his hands on his knees. "Wow... my folks used to own a couch just like this. It's an old fashioned one, but, man, these are great if you can find em!"

Waen's eyes made one more quick circuit around his apartment; while he wasn't a clean freak, he still hated the idea of making a poor impression on his guest. Fortunately, everthing seemed to be in place so he let that concern go, moving to take a seat on the sofa next to the Human. "I was watching a motion picture when you knocked on my door."

Ted's smile returned full force. "Yeah... I noticed." he gestured toward the stilled picture on the screen. "That one's an oldie... it came out when my dad was my age... and you can just call em 'movies'-- most Humans do."

Something about the statement made Waen wonder if there was some kind of value placed on different productions and, if so, was it being 'an oldie' a bad thing. He pressed for more information. "Have you seen it?"

The Human nodded, his voice picking up a more excited tone. "Oh, definitely! It may be old, but it's a classic. I love anything sci-fi."

Waen wasn't familiar with the term. "Sci-fi?"

Ted clarified. "Science Fiction. It's used as a catch-all genre for movies that offer up science-based scenarios or present futuristic technology or concepts that stretch current concepts in science. It's a great theme."

Waen grunted, settling deep into the sofa. Motion pictures or, 'movies' as Ted said they were more commonly called were a method of relaxation for him. He could get engrossed in a story and drown out everything else going on in his life and around him. It was his meditation; they served as a way he could block out the rest of the world and just find his focus point, alone and content. For some reason, though, he was willing to make an exception. "You can stay and we can watch it together... if you want."

Ted's intrinsic smile spread across his lips. "You sure? Yeah. Of course. I love sci-fi and action and horror. I even promise not to discuss any spoilers in case this is your first time watching it."

The Bull flicked an ear. "Spoilers? What are spoilers?"

The Human spent at least five minutes trying to explain what Waen summarized internally as 'talking about what happens later'. By the time Ted had finished with the statement they were both looking back at the screen. Still laughing in an unbeat manner, Ted leaned back against the padding of the sofa. "I'll shut up now... you can unpause it if you want."

Waen offered his attempt at mimicking a Human nod, still looking at Ted with a steady, intent gaze. "I HAVE seen it before... you will not be telling me any spoilers." He paused, remembering something about the importance of opinions and points of views among Humans. "I can put on something else if you do not want to watch this."

Ted shook his head. "Nah... like I said, I love this movie... the explosions later are really great... some quality cinematography."

The final word didn't make a lot of sense to the Bull, but he understood the rest of what the Human had to say. "Yes. Nothing beats a good explosion."

In most exchanges, Waen had often found Humans annoying, or at the very least offputting. Most seemed flighty and excitable, often upset or generally uncomfortable around him. He never fully understood it since Humans were the ones who ate meat, and yet they still had the insecuritity of not knowing how to act around him when Gahn were not the species that hunted other ones. Ted, however, had a strangely calming presence around him. Perhaps it was because he didn't seem the least bit feared of Waen, or maybe it was just his easygoing nature. Or, he reminded himself, it may have had something to do with Ted's scent... the Human's very, VERY welcoming scent. He found himself shuddering ever-so-faintly.

Waen smiled to himself as Ted settled into the sofa, a faint smirk playing on his snout as the Human ended up sliding closer to him purely due to the way the cushions compressed beneath teh Gahn's bulk. He gripped the remote, thick fingers dwarfing the device, and with a click, the movie resumed, the sounds of space action-horror filling the apartment. He leaned back, his massive form taking up a considerable portion of the sofa, but he made sure that he wasn't crowding Ted-- gravity could do that for him. Sometimes, he found himself realizing, there was such a thing as 'good company'.

* * * * *

Yawning, Waen stretched as the credits to the movie rolled; it had been a long time since he'd sat as still as he had been through the second half of the movie but, about fifteen minutes into watching it with Ted, the Human had fallen asleep. There was something almost magical about having one of the small, furless people so comfortable around him. It felt... new. It felt... nice. The Bull's eyes flickered to Ted, who was curled up beside him, head resting on his chest as if he were a large pillow.

It was a rare moment of ease for the gruff Bull. He found himself relaxed in Ted's presence, partially because the Human was likewise calmed around him but, also, because, for some strange reason, Ted made him feel seen, acknowledged, and appreciated. It was a strange thing for Waen to think considering he'd barely interacted with his downstairs neighbor other than a few exchanges but, in the scant hour and a half that Ted had joined him within his apartment that sensation only grew. He found himself enjoying the scent of the Human: mild, spicy and warm, and that aroma filled the air the longer Ted stayed.

Waen found himself fumbling with the remote as the credits rolled into a preview of another sci-fi horror movie, which was at a much greater volume. Scrambling to avoid awakening his guest, the Gahn ultimately failed, and Ted sat up a little straighter, yawning, and blinking his eyes; Waen's chest felt immediately a little colder for the lack of the Human's warmth. It took a few seconds before Ted addressed him, eyes still bleary. "Ugh... afternoon naps are the worst. How long was I out?"

No longer 'held captive' by the Human resting against him, Waen finally stirred, a deep sigh escaping from his massive chest as he finally got the mute button pressed. Silence filled the room for several seconds, save for the soft whir of the apartment's cooling fan; most Humans didn't seem to think the spring was very hot but Gahn preferred colder weather. He was honestly surprised that Ted hadn't complained about the temperature in the apartment, but Waen brushed that thought aside, choosing instead to address the Human's question. "About an hour. You fell asleep right before the werewolf showed up."

Ted chuckled, blinking the last of the sleep out of his eyes. "Yeah... I love that the screen writers went there. Werewolves in space are a sorely lacking component of the sci-fi genre, to be honest."

Waen nodded. "Yeah. It was good. Really good. I wonder sometimes how they make all of the effects in those shows, like the lasers or even the werewolves. Did they use Oolou actors and dress them up?"

The Human out-and-out laughed. Most times Waen was laughed at it was at his expense but, with Ted, he didn't get that impression. The Human ultimately explained. "Nah... that movie came out before Land Earth was connected to any other Earths-- it was all Humans and what we call 'special effects'. A lot of em were done with computers but that movie still used some make up and prosthetics called 'practical effects'. My grandfather used to love those kinds of movies so I learned all about em."

The Gahn nodded in acknowledgement; the gesture was becoming easier for him as it became more familiar. "Yeah... so..."

Despite becoming more comfortable around Ted, it cetainly didn't help him improve his capacity for small talk. The Human, however, just smiled back. "So?"

Waen cleared his throat. "I... didn't mind having you here."

The Human smirked, the expression hinting at at a playful form of chiding. "Good. I didn't mind being here."

The Bull paused again, trying to figure out where to go from there. "You... got plans? Or, maybe... want to watch something else?"

Ted quickly pulled his hand-held data pad out of his pocket and glanced at it. "Hm... getting kinda close to when I gotta go take a shower and get ready for work."

Waen blinked. "I am done with work for the day. You go in late."

Chuckling, Ted gave him a pat on the belly and got up from the sofa. "Considering you were always home when I stopped by I figured you probably worked the early shift. Seeing as my employer does around the clock activity I work the swing shift for HR-- pay's a lot better than the usual day shift but, yeah... the hours suck."

Waen moved his hand to cover where he'd been touched by the Human; his fur still tingled from the contact despite being separated from the Human's skin by his tank top. "Oh... yes. I start work at 4 and we are usually done by 2."

Ted smirks. "Yeah-- I start at 8:00 at night and I'm usually off around 5:00 in the morning. Anyway, I should probably consider getting back home. Thanks for playing host to an unexpected guest."

It was a quick departure, though, waen realized, no less abrupt than any of the other times Ted had visited, yet it felt different and he felt compelled to say something. "Oh... um... unexpected, maybe... but not unwelcome."

Waen was absolutely certain that Ted wasn't able to realize just how much his scent had changed in the Human's presence; he was almost embarrassed at how musky his body was-- how many pheremones he was giving off, but he was well aware that Humans didn't have the kind of sense of scent that most others did; perhaps that was a saving grace so he didn't have to be so embarrassed at his lack of control. He was so in his own head that he completely missed what Ted had said in response, except it ended with "Thanks for hosting."

QUickly figuring out something to say instead of not saying anything, the Gahn blurted out "It was... nice. Having someone here."

The Human paused at the door, turning back to regard him with a smile so warm that Waen thought for a moment that his AC had stopped. "Let's do it again sometime."

Waen grunted, a rumbling sound of approval and giddy acknowledgement cutting off his ability to speak just long enough for Ted to close the door behind himself, leaving the Bull to say the words aloud in his empty apartment. "Yeah. Let's."

Suddenly faced with what was usually a blessedly silent, entirely solo existence in his apartment, the Gahn was surprised at just how much warmth had left with his Human guest. He let out a long, deep breath, returning his hooves to rest on his coffee table, legs splayed in a sudden bout of dejection. His hand, still on the place at his abdomen where Ted had touched him, gripped his shirt when he made a fist as he said to himself "Soon, hopefully."

He sat alone, his entertainment center still muted as he listed to the emptiness around him, nose working the air to try and catch another whiff of Ted's wonderful scent, lamenting that his own nose-swatting musk was fighting it into non-existence all too quickly. He immediately found himself wanting Ted to come back, but it was a silly thought, especially since the Human had work, had just left, and didn't really have a reason to visit since he'd already dropped off Waen's package.

He leaned back against the sofa, his his massive frame filling the space; the lingering scent of Ted was sweet torment. Waen closed his eyes, a low, contented rumble vibrating in his chest. His thoughts drifted, replaying the afternoon: Ted's laughter, the feel of the Human sleeping against him, the soft touch against his belly... what almost sounded like fondness in the man's tone when he made his farewell.

Waen shifted, a pleasurable ache settling deep in his groin. He reached down, his thick fingers brushing against the straining fabric of his shorts, a silent acknowledgment of his heightened state. He allowed himself to indulge, flexing his muscles, feeling the familiar surge of power and pleasure as his body expanded, growing thicker, wider, a slow, deliberate increase in his impressive size. His skin felt taut, body stretched, a delicious tension building within him as he tucked a thumb into the elastic wasteband of his boxers, and slipped them down.

Feeling his touch through the fabric was one thing, but, Waen knew that that he wouldn't be able to wait long if he wanted to enjoy the euphoric scent of Ted in the air... the memory of his soft touch, and the multitude of things that the Bull could imagine happening the next time the Human came to deliver him a package. Waen licked his lips from one side of his muzzle to the other, thinking to himself that he wouldn't mind delivering a package to the Human. He shivered when he touched his thickening sheath with a single finger.

The scent of Ted, still potent in the air, swirled around him, intoxicating and maddening even as his own musk threatened to drown it out. He could almost feel the ghost of Ted's fingers sliding through the fur of his arm, or the pressure when the Human's hand rested on his sternum, or the warmth of his body as he napped against the Bull's side. Waen let out a frustrated sigh, shifting his touch on his sheath to using more fingers, running the sleeve of flesh up and down, stimulating his member witin until it began peeking out. He growled out a discouraged moo, "Damn it... it should be him doing this..."

He shifted, the movement a slow, deliberate flex, as he first tensed his muscles, form expanding further before he relaxed, his body responding with a rush of heat and a deeper throb in his groin. He felt the delightful stretch, the tautness in his crotch as his member began to spill out of his sheath, at which point he finally wrapped his hand around it. His breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping him as the pleasure intensified, a desperate need for release building within him.

His imagination was all too happy to entertain as he continues stroking his stiff flesh. All of the things he could do with that Human-- TO that Human-- presuming Ted wanted it. Consent was a good thing... it made the act all the more enjoyable, and that was just one more reason why Waen usually avoided Humans: they were scared of him; they found him frightening or intimidating or otherworldly... but not Ted. Ted was... well... Ted. Ted was special, and the first Human Waen could really feel comfortable around, and that was mostly because Ted was comfortable around him.

Waen's thoughts drifted, a vivid tapestry woven from desire and the intoxicating scent of Ted. His fingers continue their slow, deliberate dance over his still enlarging shaft, each stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through his already engorged flesh. He imagined Ted's body pressed against his, the feel of smooth skin against his fur, the soft sounds of pleasure. He pictured himself towering over Ted, his massive frame dwarfing the Human, a primal urge to dominate and possess stirring deep within him.

Consent. The thought flickered, a brief, grounding anchor in the rising tide of his arousal. He rememberd the fear in other Humans' eyes, the way they recoiled from his size, his strength, his very presence. But Ted... Ted was different. Ted had touched him, laughed with him, slept against him. Ted had seen past the monster, past the fur and the muscle, to something else. Something Waen hadn't realized he craved until that moment: a connection.

He lets out a low groan, a mix of pleasure and longing as his erection achieved its full turgid length, pulsing in time with his heartbeat, which was picking up speed as his hand slid against his slick length. Waen couldn't deny that there was something special about Ted... something of which he wanteds to have more experience... MUCH more experience. The Gahn's continued stimulation of himself but he could imagine what it might feel like with Ted's hands on it... or his mouth, or-- the Gahn groaned, athick jet of precum escaped his member in accompaniment of the thoughts as to what parts of Ted might end up servicing him.

Waen's groan deepened as his hand picked up speed, a guttural sound of pure, unadulterated desire. He imagines Ted's hands, soft and delicate, caressing his rigid flesh, the contrast of warmth against his own. His mind conjured images of Ted's mouth, wet and yielding, enveloping him, drawing him in. The fantasy was so vivid, so potent, that a thick jet of precum, warm and slick, erupts from his tip, making his task even more messy, but he didn't care. If anything, he was only more excited as he mooed out a lascivious "Fuuuuuck."

A tremor ran through his massive frame; it had been so long since he had a fanasy in his mind when he was seeing to his own needs and the pleasure is almost unbearable-- a raw, primal ache that demanded release. He shifted, his hips twitching involuntarily, a silent plea for the imagined touch. The musky scent around him intensified, a potent cloud of arousal that seemed to vibrate with his own heightened state.

Waen lets out a guttural growl, frustration warring with intense pleasure as he realized that Ted's scent was almost entirely gone. The Bull paused for a moment at that, watching the beads of precum gather at the pointed tip of his length and fall, a testament to his overwhelming arousal. He reached out, his thick fingers brushing lightly against his pulsing cock, savoring the feeling. It was good, so good, but the thought of Ted, of his hands, his mouth, his body, made the pleasure almost unbearable, eliciting a longing so suddenly desperate that it felt surreal.

Waen's hand closes around his member, wanting to be done with it before he lost every last trace of the Human's scent. The coarse skin on his palm was a stark contrast to the sensitive flesh of his glans, but the slick precum, abundant and warm, provided enough lubrication to prevent chafing. Each pass sends a jolt of pleasure through him, a desperate attempt to find release from the overwhelming obsession that has consumed his thoughts. His breath hitches, a low groan escaping his lips as the pressure builds, a delicious tension coiling in his gut, and he was relieved to know he was getting close. "Just a little... just a little more."

Eyes half lidded, he focused entirely on the rhythmic motion of his hand. The image of Ted, smiling and warm, flashed behind his eyes, fueling the fire and, in that moment, he finally released his death-grip hold of his tank top and, bringing that hand to his muzzle, took in a deep breath of lingering Ted scent; it was magic.

Waen's strokes became more urgent, the friction building to an exquisite crescendo. His body trembled, a low growl rumbling in his chest as the pleasure intensified, becoming almost painful in its intensity. He pushed his hips against his own hand, seeking deeper, more profound sensation. The muscles in his thighs clenched, and he felt his tail arching beneath him. His vision blurred, and the scent of his own musk, thicker and pungent, threatened to once again overwhelm what remained of Ted on his hand, which he simply pulled more firmly against his muzzle as he gasped with labored breaths. "Almost... there..."

He let out a guttural cry, his head thrown back, as his body convulsed. A thick, hot gush of semen erupted from his member, spraying across his belly and chest, a testament to the raw power of his release. He groaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure satisfaction, as wave after wave of euphoric orgasm washed over him, leaving him breathless and spent. By the fifth, or perhaps sixth jet of semen (he stopped keeping count), he flopped back down agains the sofa. His hand fell away fromhis still twitching member, which flopped back onto his abdomen, leaking more semen even as it softened. His other hand, however, he kept near his nose, high off the lingering scent of Ted.

Even as the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, and his member slowly softened and retreated back to its sheath, Ted's image remained burned into Waen's mind. The rush of pleasure, the raw, animalistic release, was profound, but it was Ted's face, Ted's scent, Ted's touch that had driven him to that peak. The thought of sharing that intensity, that vulnerability, with Ted, made the afterglow even sweeter, more profound. In that moment, he desperately wished that Ted had still been there; despite being a habitual loner, Waen had never wanted to aggressively cuddle something so urgently.

He laid back, spent and satisfied, but with a new, deeper yearning for the Human who had somehow thoroughly captivated him. The mess on his belly and chest (and his right horn, and probably the wall behind him) was a testament to the Human's affect on him, but his mind was already drifting to the next time he would hear the one-two-three knock of Ted, and to the possibilities of what would accompany that next meeting.

Three days later, however, the normal delivery guy returned... as did the packages showing up at his door without Ted's involvement.