Naked Apes Ch. 02

Naked Apes (Part 2)

The television playing gay porn didn't have an off switch or a volume control. The best Xander and Owen could do was to push it up against the glass wall of their alien prison and move their beds to the opposite side, with several meters of space between them.

Xander's words buzzed in Owen's mind as he sat on his bed with his back to his roommate: You know I'm going to have to fuck you to get us out of here, right?

Communication from the aliens through their Not-Mr. Rogers avatar had made it clear they had been abducted to demonstrate human mating rituals. The fact they were both men didn't translate. And if gender was difficult for these aliens to wrap their heads around, sexual orientation would be impossible. Some days Owen wasn't even sure if he understood it.

He'd known he was attracted to boys since he was a kid watching Aladdin, imagining himself riding on the magic carpet in place of Princess Jasmine. But despite that early revelation, he'd struggled to connect himself to that three-letter word that was thrown around the playground with such sour disdain. Owen even dated a girl in his last year of high school. He was a very doting boyfriend for three months leading up to prom, an 18-year-old prince charming who politely kissed her on the cheek when he left her at her front door after their dates before he went home to jerk off to gay porn. Owen recognized some of the movies the alien television played, but he didn't let Xander know.

Xander asked the fridge for an apple when it failed to give him a baseball, and then he lay on his back with both legs dangling off the end of his bed, tossing the apple at the cloudy black dome and catching it every time. It was a familiar activity he did in their dorm when he was supposed to be studying.

The best way Owen knew how to relax was to jerk off, but he wasn't going to just turn the television around and start abusing himself in front of his roommate, so he asked the fridge for a strawberry popsicle instead.

"Can you get me one too?" Xander had stopped throwing his apple and was watching Owen stand at the fridge.

Owen nodded and turned away so he wasn't staring at Xander's cock, which was difficult to do when there was barely anything else to look at.

He retrieved a second popsicle from the fridge and walked it over to Xander, who took it with a smirk, "Careful, you could poke an eye out with that."

"Fuck you," Owen muttered as he turned his erection away from Xander and sat on his own bed. Constant moans from the television weren't helping him control his situation.

They ate silently, wetting the frosty surface with their tongues and then wrapping their lips around the sweet shafts. Xander caught Owen's eye when he had his mouth full and he winked and waved his cock in Owen's direction.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Owen asked.

Xander put up his hands in innocence and shrugged, "I'm not the one who asked the magic fridge for something long and hard to suck on."

"I'm stressed! I like popsicles! What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing's wrong," Xander reassured him. "I just think it's interesting that your soothing behaviour is to suck on the most phallic food item in existence."

"So you're a psych major now?"

Xander shrugged again and continued licking his popsicle without breaking eye contact with Owen as he gently tugged on his soft cock. It was so overt and unselfconscious, Owen felt himself turn red from the attention.

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoying my popsicle," said Xander. His left hand had gone from casually tugging at his cock to openly stroking it as it hardened.

"I thought you were straight."

"I thought you were gay."

"I am gay!" Owen surprised himself. He'd never admitted it to Xander out loud, even though he must have outed himself a dozen times drooling over Xander when he walked around their dorm without a shirt. "So what?"

"So, why don't you suck my cock so we can get out of here?" Xander had stroked himself to an erection and he pointed at it with his popsicle as if Owen could have missed it.

Owen had given up on hiding his own arousal. There was nothing normal about their situation, but there was something in the air that had calmed his nerves. The initial panic and confusion of appearing in an alien zoo had been soothed away, maybe by pheromones in the air or a chemical in the popsicles. Who knew what these pervert aliens were doing? But without the panic and adrenaline to distract him, Owen was left with the fact he was naked and exposed in front of his hot roommate, who had been strutting around their dorm for months like an underwear model, and now sat across from him sucking on a popsicle like he was auditioning for porn. The aliens holding them had made it clear they were there to demonstrate how humans mate.

But Owen resented the idea that he had to be the one on his knees. "Why don't you suck my dick?"

Xander stopped stroking. "But you're gay. Don't you like sucking dicks?"

Owen's expression soured. "I've lost my appetite." He tossed the rest of his popsicle into the distance and lay down with his back to Xander. After months of cleaning up after Xander's messes, being a push over roommate who vacated their room anytime Xander wanted to get laid, he was done. He had to stand up for himself. It only took being abducted by aliens for him to figure it out.

"Does showing me your ass mean you want me to fuck you?" Xander joked.

"Fuck off!"

With nothing to do, and some residual tiredness from his first day as a zoo animal, Owen fell asleep. The air was warm enough that the lack of blankets wasn't an issue, and his sleep was deep and full of strange dreams of gangly alien arms, big black eyes, silky soft clouds, and the warm touch of skin.

He woke up slowly, his hard cock rubbing against the silky mattress. Usually he slept in underwear with shorts or pyjama pants because anytime he tried sleeping in less he just ended up staying up late, jerking off. Owen would never call himself a gooner, but he felt he only survived living in the closet so long because he could escape into his own world, in the safety of his bedsheets, reading dirty stories and imagining his hand belonged to a tall, athletic man, like the one who was spooning him from behind.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Owen jumped out of Xander's arms, the back of his hip tingling with the sensation of Xander's cock pressed against it.

Xander rubbed his face as he regained consciousness, processed Owen's words, and asked, "Why were you in my bed?"

"Your bed?" Owen looked around at where Xander's bed had been, but all the furniture had shifted. The bed he had jumped out of was in the centre of the room, and now it was the only one. The fridge and television were together on one side, and the couch and table were on the other. And in front of the toilet and sink was a newly-added large dresser, like something out of Downton Abbey, made of dark stained wood with ornate gold handles.

"What is that?" Xander asked, also spotting the dresser.

"Maybe clothes?" Owen would give anything for a pair of shorts. Ideally two, so he could stop seeing Xander's cock out of the corner of his eye. He walked around the mattress that Xander was still sprawled across to approach the dresser and pull the handles.

Outside, it was a traditional wood box, but inside were glass shelves, a mirrored back, and a string of incandescent white lights around the inside of the doorframe illuminating shelves stuffed with sex toys. Dildos, butt plugs, fleshlights, harnesses, ropes, whips, and one whole shelf dedicated to different bottles of lube.

"What is it?" Xander asked. Owen moved aside so he could see the inside of the cabinet for himself. His eyes scanned the toys and bottles for a moment, confusion etched on his face, and then he asked, "Is that a gimp mask?"

Owen slammed the cabinet shut and lay his head against the hardwood door and sighed, "We're going to have to fuck to get out of here, aren't we?"

"For a smart guy, that took you a long time to figure out."

"Fuck you," Owen turned and marched up to the bed where Xander was laid out, propped up on one elbow with his head at the height of Owen's cock. He imagined fucking Xander's smug face and felt a surge of hormones.

Xander casually looked from Owen's growing cock up to his angry expression and shook his head, "If that's your plan, I've got bad news for you."

"Why? You want to get out of here too, right? Why is it just assumed that I'm going to be the bottom just because I'm gay?"

"I'm not letting you fuck me, Owen."

"Well I'm not letting you fuck me!"

"Then ask the space fridge for another fucking pizza because we're never getting out of here!" Xander got up from the mattress and took a step towards him.

It would have been intimidating if Owen didn't find it so hot. Xander was an inch taller and at least thirty pounds of muscle bigger, and months of imagining Xander throwing him on his bed like one of his hookup girls made Owen incredibly vulnerable to being turned on by his naked roommate looming over him like a jock bully in an 80s film. Owen crossed his arms and stood his ground, but he saw Xander's eyes dip and he knew his body had betrayed him once again.

"Look, let's just talk about this," Xander's voice softened in a way Owen hadn't heard in a while. "I'm scared. Okay? I'm not some emotionally repressed douchebag, even if you think I am."

Owen cut him off, "I don't think that." His crossed arms loosened a bit.

"Well, I probably am sometimes, but I just want to go home. I know this whole thing is fucked up and weird, but if there's really no other way to get them to send us home, isn't it worth it?"

The shift in Xander's tone took Owen by surprise. Suddenly he saw a bit of the nice guy he'd been roommates with who asked for his help studying in the fall, before the incident with the laptop and all the awkward tension that filled the air after. Xander wasn't just a muscular bully who could throw Owen against a locker and fuck his brains out. Maybe he could be the sweet straight boy willing to experiment?

As the new fantasy crossed Owen's mind, his cock didn't get any softer, and Xander's eyes dipped again. He smiled, "I'll be careful. You'll have a good time. I've never left a girl unsatisfied."

The cruel irony of having his straight roommate, someone he had lusted after for months, suddenly be throwing himself at him, was not lost on Owen. But he knew if he just gave in and let Xander fuck him it would be a quick one-time thing that would only leave him wanting more. He could live with crushing on a straight roommate if that's all it was. But a straight roommate who gave him one great fuck? The rest of their year together would be a nightmare. He'd have to switch dorms. The idea of sticking around while Xander continued fucking every woman on campus was exhausting.

But Owen wanted to go home too. The fridge of infinite food was cool, but he missed his life, his family, his bed. He even missed his literature class with the boring Southern professor who pronounced it lit-ra-chure. He'd end up caving eventually, he knew it. If only because spending hours with nothing to do but think about his hot naked roommate fucking him would drive him insane.

He looked down at Xander's cock. Even soft, it was the fattest one he'd ever seen in person. Admittedly, he hadn't seen that many, but the thought of it inside him was intimidating. If he was going to "take one for the team" to get them home then Xander wasn't getting off for free.

"Fine, I'll let you fuck me," said Owen. Xander's eyebrows shot up and he started to grin, but Owen held up a hand to interrupt his premature celebration. "But! I need to prep first or that thing is going to rip me in half."

Xander smirked, clearly proud of himself, and Owen relished seeing the smirk disappear when he added, "And if I'm wearing a butt plug, you are too."