Diablo

Jarrett woke up, wondering if he was really awake, or having an incredibly detailed wet dream. Then he felt Kaidan's fingers on his nipple, twisting it almost painfully, and he knew he was awake, and there really was a thick cock sliding in and out of him. He was lying on his side, his arms pinned by Kaidan's arm, his back held tightly against Kaidan's chest, one leg lifted high so that Kaidan could thrust into him.
"I hope you enjoy waking up this way," Kaidan laughed, without pausing in his wild possession of Jarrett's body.
"I love it," Jarrett gasped. "You're not going to let me jerk off, are you?"
"You come because of my cock in your ass or you don't come at all, slut," hissed Kaidan, and thrust even harder.
Jarrett moaned, rubbing his body against Kaidan. "Is it okay if I come because of you talking?"
Kaidan laughed. "Can you really come just from listening to me?" He kissed Jarrett's shoulder. "What do you want to hear? Do you want to hear me talk about how fucking beautiful you look with the mark of my hands all over you? I'd try and recite the duty roster, but every time I see you all I can think about is shoving my cock back into you and listening to you scream. Listening to you whimper." Jarrett was doing just that, short little screams, then trying to hold them back and just whimpering until he broke into a scream again. "Oh, you're so fucking beautiful, you're doing that on purpose, aren't you," groaned Kaidan, and snapped his hips, slamming into Jarrett as he came. "I never should have told you that," he laughed, and kissed Jarrett's shoulder again. He looked down, and saw that Jarrett had managed to come. He laughed, and reached down to stroke Jarrett's softening cock, rubbing his hand in Jarrett's come as Jarrett stretched happily, resting his head on Kaidan's arm.
Jarrett kissed Kaidan's hand. "Do you always wake people up that way?"
"Only the ones I want to fuck senseless because they're infuriating and beautiful," Kaidan laughed. "But no, most people put up too much of a fuss."
"Really?" asked Jarrett wonderingly. "I usually find most people can't get it up again so quickly. You don't seem to have that problem," smiled Jarrett.
"No, no, I don't. Biotic sex drive, and all that." He kissed Jarrett on the lips. "Get up, go get dressed. I can't do anything sensible with you lying around naked like that."
"Oh?" Jarrett grinned. "What if I lie around naked like this?" Jarrett rolled over, but Kaidan tossed a towel on him before he could finish his suggestive wriggling.
"Will you go and get dressed?" Kaidan groaned. "Cockteasing slut."
Jarrett laughed, then gave Kaidan's cock a quick kiss before he jumped out of bed and went to the shower.
Kaidan walked into the bathroom, and listened to Jarrett in the shower while he brushed his teeth and did the other early morning things that men do, until he tried to find a razor. "You don't use a razor?"
"Takes too long," Jarrett answered from behind the curtain. "Do you need one? I can call room service, they'll bring one."
"I'll call, thank you," Kaidan walked out to place the order on the service console. "Did you want breakfast?"
"Yes, please!" Jarrett stepped out of the shower. "It's too bad everyone saw us last night, otherwise we could go out somewhere."
Kaidan considered. "We can go down to the hotel bar or something."
"Yeah, but I can't dress up," Jarrett pouted. "You seemed so interested when I did it last time." He pulled on a civilian outfit while he talked, making the boring black come to life as the outfit clung to the outlines of his muscles and curves.
"Yeah, I need to add that to the list of things we have to talk about." Kaidan shook his head, trying to erase the fascinating image of Jarrett dressed as a woman.
"We have a list?" Jarrett took two cans of energy drink from the bar, and brought one to Kaidan. "What's on it so far?"
"Who's Isaac?"
Jarrett froze, then forced himself to take a sip of his drink before sitting down on the couch, facing Kaidan. "Oh, that's right, I was screaming last night, wasn't I?"
"Yes," said Kaidan, trying not to sound angry. "Who is Isaac, and why were you mixing us up?"
"You share the same passions," smiled Jarrett. He took another sip from his drink. "He was my husband."
Kaidan stared at him in shock. "What? You're married?"
"I was, he's dead." Jarrett stared at his drink, then finished it in one gulp. "Technically, I'm a widow."
"There's no mention of that in your record," said Kaidan slowly.
"Of course not," Jarrett grinned. "I wasn't being Shepard at the time."
Kaidan finally took a sip of his drink, and sat down on the armchair across from Jarrett. "I think I need a little more detail than that."
Jarrett shrugged. "I met a guy. We fell in love, got married, had a kid." He looked down at this empty can. "And then it all went to hell."
"That's not actually detail," said Kaidan dryly. "That's an outline."
Jarrett sighed. "When I was a kid in the Reds, there was this dealer we worked with. He had a son, who I had a total boycrush on. It's not like we ever talked or anything. I don't think Isaac even knew I was alive when we were both on Earth. I was just crazy for him. I would sneak away so I could just watch him do stuff," Jarrett laughed. "Stupid. Anyway," he tossed the empty can into the trash, and got up to play with the service console. "Anyway, one day, I overheard something that was supposed to be a big secret. The Reds were cutting a deal with a new guy, and the price was going to be wiping out Rebekov and his entire family. Isaac's father. Stupid little crazy me, I managed to get them a warning in time, and Rebekov got away clean, and took his family and most of his stock with him. The Reds weren't too happy, but it worked out for them in the end, so they never dug too deep into finding out how Rebekov had found out. And I got to have my happy little dippy secret, knowing that I saved Isaac's life. So romantic!" Jarrett clasped his hands over his heart and batted his lashes, mocking himself.
Kaidan didn't answer, but he could remember having his own crushes, and the feeling of saving a special someone.
"So, like, other stuff happened," Jarrett went on, "I got arrested, I joined the Alliance. I got – sick," said Jarrett quickly. "They put me on medical leave, and I decided to just go somewhere, and not be Shepard for a while. I ended up on Bekenstein." Jarrett sat down again, crossing his legs beneath him, nervously touching the marks on his wrists. "My first night there, I gatecrashed a huge socialite party. I totally wasn't dressed for it, though, so I didn't want to dance or attract too much attention. I was just window shopping, you know? I was dodging some drunk lady, I turned around, and he was there. Isaac. I knew who he was right away. I just stared, I knew I was being a total idiot but I just – I couldn't say anything. Then it hit me," Jarrett smiled at the memory, "he was doing the same thing. Just staring at me like there was no one else in the room." Jarrett looked down at his hands. "He took me home. And I stayed there." Jarrett glanced up at Kaidan, to see if he was following the story. Kaidan's gaze was steady, but unreadable. "His parents really wanted him to get married and have kids, and I offered to leave, or do whatever he wanted." Without realizing what he was doing, Jarrett touched his hand where the ring had been, but kept speaking. "He laughed, and commanded me to marry him. I said yes, of course, I always said yes to him," said Jarrett softly. "We went to a clinic and placed an order for a baby from our combined genetic material. It turned out to be a girl, the most beautiful little baby you've ever seen. I loved holding her, and trying to find his features in her little baby face. He had it easier, she has my eyes. So everything was perfect, right? Too perfect, of course." A tear fell from his beautiful eyes. "Two years, that's how long it took his father to find out I wasn't who I said I was. He found out that I was Bluebird, from Earth, one of the Reds, the gang that almost killed his family."
"Two years?" said Kaidan slowly, realizing that the math made sense now. "Your medical leave was up."
Jarrett nodded. "So here I was, trying to figure out how to tell Isaac that I had to leave, who I was, and his father burst into the house. It was just me and the baby. Rebekov remembered seeing me, as soon as he heard where I was from. The scrawny little kid hiding in the back, or sneaking around outside his house during meetings. He remembered me because of the eyes. He ripped the ring off my finger, and said he was going to kill her. Because of the eyes." Jarrett was shaking now, but forced himself to continue after he met Kaidan's eyes. "He wouldn't listen to me. I couldn't – I couldn't let him kill the baby."
"Of course not," said Kaidan gently, remembering an incident from his youth. "You protected her."
Jarrett stared down at his hands. "Yes, I did. I killed him, and all the guards he brought with him. And Isaac came home in the middle of it, and Rebekov's guards thought he had turned against his father, and they killed him. So I killed them all." There was a soft finality in his words, and Kaidan realized that he meant that he had really killed them all. "I took all the money he had lying around, I took everything from the house that would have let anyone track me down. Then I grabbed the baby and ran. At first, I didn't know what to do with her. I couldn't go back to the Alliance with a baby," said Jarrett desperately. "I didn't want to have to explain anything, I didn't know what to say. Then I remembered someone, one of Isaac's friends, talking about a school, on one of the stations, sort of a dumping ground for offspring that came out the wrong color. It was a way to save face without any unpleasantness. They didn't ask questions, they just checked that you had enough money for a proper trust fund. So I went there," said Jarrett softly, his voice tight and pained. "They were just like everyone said, they didn't care that they were being handed babies and large wads of cash by weeping women. They just took the baby and the money, and gave me a contact number. That was all I had to do, and I was free to return to my real life."
"Thank you for telling me." Jarrett looked up at Kaidan in surprise, and more than a little confused. Kaidan reached out, and took Jarrett's hands in his. "Thank you for honoring me with your trust." His voice was warm and understanding, his hands gentle and supportive. "I understand what you did, and why. I killed someone once, protecting someone I cared about. If it had been my child – I don't know where I would have stopped."
Jarrett looked down, trying not to show how touched he was by Kaidan's words.
Kaidan blinked in surprise, as something suddenly clicked. "Wait - you spent the whole time dressed as a woman?"
"Yeah, that was the whole point," Jarrett shrugged. "Isaac loved it, and it's not that hard."
"No one noticed?"
Jarrett shook his head. "Well, except for my husband," he grinned. "I'm still not clear on whether or not his parents ever knew. I have no idea what he told them when he announced we were using a clinic. How did you notice?" Jarrett asked curiously. "Usually I don't have any trouble passing."
"I recognized your hands. If it hadn't been for your nail polish, I would never have noticed." Kaidan looked at him curiously. "Why?"
Jarrett laughed lightly. "Why not? It's fun to be someone else for a little while. Instead of having people move away from me in terror, they hold open doors for me." He looked at Kaidan, questioning. "Does it bother you?"
"No, it's not that," Kaidan tried to think of the right way to answer, "I'm just… you don't seem to have any issues with being a man."
"I don't have any with dressing as a woman, either," smiled Jarrett. "Is it really that hard to take in? I also like getting whacked around during sex, but you have no problem getting your head around that."
"No," said Kaidan slowly, "it's just… unusual. I haven't had any experience with that sort of thing."
Jarrett smiled. "When you saw me attack Jenkins, you wanted to punish me, remember? You were so mad that I got away with it, and all the other shit I pull on the Normandy. But when you saw that guy hit on me after I stepped out of the elevator? You came up immediately and protected me."
Kaidan smiled wryly, but didn't comment or try to explain his actions.
"Even though you knew I was perfectly capable of defending myself, and that there were security guards around who would have prevented anything from going too far." Jarrett tried not to laugh at the slowly dawning understanding in Kaidan's eyes. "I love getting that reaction. I can't do it all the time, so when I can, when I can make myself vulnerable, and get an alpha male to come out of hiding, I love it. It's better than getting high."
"Okay, emotional manipulation, that I can understand," Kaidan smiled. "I'll probably ask you more about that later. But – your daughter – "
"What about her?" Jarrett looked down again, at Kaidan's hands gently holding his.
"Does she know?"
Jarrett shook his head. "No, why would she? She was a baby, as far as she remembers, she had a mother and a father. Just like any normal kid would."
"Right." Kaidan looked at Jarrett, trying to find the right words, but they wouldn't come.
"I think you need breakfast," Jarrett pointed out. "Can we leave the rest of the interrogation for later?"
"Yeah," said Kaidan gratefully. "I could use some food."
Jarrett pulled him to his feet. "You need clothes if we're going anywhere. What room –"
Kaidan interrupted Jarrett's question by sweeping him into his arms and kissing him, tasting the trust and passion on his lips. He kissed Jarrett, possessive and demanding, until Jarrett was breathless, then set him down on the couch. "I'll go and get dressed."
"And you accused me of emotional manipulation!" Jarrett protested as Kaidan walked into the bathroom.
Kaidan chuckled, and closed the door so he could get dressed.
Jarrett followed Kaidan to his room, and sat down on the couch, watching Kaidan as he moved around the room. Kaidan got dressed in clean clothes, ordered breakfast to the room, checked his messages.
"Oh, right, messages," Jarrett checked his own messages. There weren't any important messages, and the Administrator still wasn't letting them leave the Port. "I hate politics," snapped Jarrett. The food arrived, distracting him from his irritation.
Kaidan leaned back in his chair after finishing his food, looking curiously at Jarrett.
"What?" Jarrett grinned.
"Come here."
Jarrett walked over, and Kaidan pulled him into his lap, playing with his hair, stroking Jarrett's face.
"What are you doing?" asked Jarrett, amused.
"Trying to figure out how." Kaidan ran his hands over Jarrett's neck. "You really are built for it, but it still seems impossible that you and the woman I saw are the same person, or that you kept it up for two years."
"You're just totally fascinated, aren't you?" Jarrett curled up in Kaidan's lap, and let him keep petting and touching.
"Well, it seems we're going to be stuck here for a while."
"True," Jarrett agreed. He lay peacefully in Kaidan's arms, and watched Kaidan watch him, wondering what he was seeing in Kaidan's eyes.
Kaidan considered carefully, feeling for the right words. "I want to see you - not be Shepard."
"Oh, you're turning into a chaser." Jarrett stood up, laughing. "Watch out or you'll end up trying to marry me," he laughed. "Come on, let's go back to my room, then." He held out his hand to Kaidan, and noticed that Kaidan wasn't laughing. "Sorry, I was joking."
"Would you?" Kaidan looked at Jarrett, searching his eyes.
Jarrett smiled nervously. "I won't know until you ask me."
Instead of answering, Kaidan stood up and pulled Jarrett into his arms, drawing him into a hard, possessive kiss. "I may not ask you," Kaidan pointed out softly.
"Then you know my answer."
Kaidan kissed him again, and picked up a black leather bag. "Let's go."
"Ooh, are those your toys?"
Kaidan grinned, and led Jarrett back to the elevator. "You'll find out." They got into the elevator, and Jarrett draped himself on Kaidan, his arms around Kaidan's neck.
"You have to get me off first, by the way. Can't have a stiff, unsightly bulge ruining my silhouette. Or you could let me touch myself," Jarrett pointed out.
"I'll do it," said Kaidan firmly.
"You're so controlling," said Jarrett gleefully. "I'd be jerking off to you anyway, what's the big deal?"
"What's mine is mine," smiled Kaidan. "And what's yours," he rubbed his hand between Jarrett's legs, "that's mine too."
Jarrett buried his face in Kaidan's shoulder, gyrated his hips into Kaidan's hand until the elevator stopped. "I love the feel of your hands on me." He slid away, and they walked back to his room. The cleaning service had already come and gone. Jarrett laughed at the crisp, clean sheets and the fresh new towels. "That won't last long." Jarrett pulled away from Kaidan and ran into the bedroom. "One second," he called out.
"What are you doing?" smiled Kaidan, and walked towards him.
Jarrett poked his head out of the bedroom, his top gone, his hands crossed modestly over his chest. "Don't peek! A lady needs some privacy!" before retreating into the bedroom again.
Kaidan stopped. "What – what the – "
The best changes are subtle; little cues that point to different conclusions. A simple change in the way you hold your body. Changing the speed at which you speak. Adding a soft, melodious tone to your voice, with the inflections that come naturally to a speaker of Cantonese. Seven words. Seven words, and a familiar pose. Kaidan realized that this transformation was real.
Jarrett poked his head out again. "Wha-at?" he said, gently mocking. He smiled wickedly at Kaidan, then disappeared again.
Jarrett had taken off the black civilian clothing already, and was now wearing a t-shirt a few sizes too large for him, and high-heeled slippers. Again, the change was subtle – the image suggested rather than stated. A woman wearing a man's clothing. The heels changed the way the muscles in his legs looked, made his legs look longer, more curved somehow.
Kaidan shook himself as he realized that he was staring.
Jarrett walked out of the bedroom, holding a small makeup bag, and smiled at Kaidan as he walked past. Even that was subtly different. His steps were shorter, the rhythm changed. His eyes met Kaidan's, then he smiled and quickly looked away before it could become a challenge – or an invitation. He walked into the bathroom, and twisted his hair up into a clumsy chignon, curls spilling out here and there as he quickly pinned his hair up. He brushed away one particularly annoying curl, but left the rest and began to do his makeup.
Kaidan watched in fascination. Jarrett didn't need to change very much. It wasn't that his face was exceptionally feminine to begin with – it simply wasn't very masculine. He didn't have Kaidan's strong jaw to worry about, or , he just had to accentuate his already rather heart shaped face, emphasize his wide eyes, use reddened lips to draw attention away from the slight Adam's apple. Subtle suggestions, and the whole package came together.
Jarrett poured some sort of lotion on his hand, and hiked up his shirt just a bit in the back, and began covering his tattoo. And displaying the fact that he was wearing frilly pink underwear that barely covered anything at all.
"What are you doing?" asked Kaidan finally.
Jarrett made a little frown. "Only nasty Alliance girls have tattoos."
"Right," said Kaidan, slightly amused. "I guess you're not that type of girl."
"Of course not!" Jarrett sounded genuinely shocked. He turned to make sure the decoration was covered. "The only people who've seen me naked are my Daddy and my husband." He glanced quickly at Kaidan, but didn't say anything, and went back to touching up his makeup.
"I'm not on that list."
"You haven't seen me naked." Jarrett smiled at him, then checked his reflection in the mirror, pouting at the stray curl that kept escaping.
"Yet."
Jarrett smiled at his reflection, and decided he needed earrings to match his current mood. He pulled a small jewelry case from his bag, and opened it to pick out a pair.
Kaidan reached out and slammed the case shut, making Jarrett jump in surprise. "You will not wear jewelry given to you by another man. Not with me." He noted that Jarrett had put his hands up when he jumped, covering his body the way a woman would.
"Oh, well, if you say so," said Jarrett uncertainly. "I forgot how possessive you are," he said impulsively, with a little laugh. "Not even a little pair of earrings?" he asked hopefully.
"No."
"Oh, well," Jarrett pouted a little, and it was all Kaidan could do not to grab him and force him down to his cock. "Well, if I can't wear any of it, maybe you should take it away. I don't know, maybe you could sell it or something, and buy me some new jewelry?"
"I may not be that rich, but I am certainly not that poor," Kaidan snapped.
Jarrett instantly looked contrite and threw his arms around Kaidan's neck. "Oh, don't be mad! I didn't mean it like that!"
Kaidan nearly jumped out of his skin at the feel of two small breasts pressed against him. He stared at Jarrett in surprise, and Jarrett smiled up at him. His senses were starting to go into overload from Jarrett's entrancing mix of masculinity and femininity. He could smell a floral scent coming from Jarrett, soft and feminine and perfectly blended with his natural scent. Kaidan forced himself to stay in control. "Sell them, and send the money to your daughter."
Jarrett smiled. "That is a good idea," he said admiringly, and kissed Kaidan's cheek. "I'm not done getting dressed yet!" Jarrett started to pull away, but found himself caught in Kaidan's arms.
"Yes you are." Kaidan picked Jarrett up and carried him to the bedroom. He threw Jarrett down on the bed and covered Jarrett with his body, pinning Jarrett to the bed. "You're fucking beautiful." He kissed Jarrett's luscious lips, the unadorned ears, slid his hand beneath Jarrett's shirt to feel a lacy bra and what felt like soft flesh, firm yet yielding to his hands.
"Oh, Kaidan, you get me so hot and wet," Jarrett whimpered, turning his head away so that Kaidan wouldn't see the devilish sparkle in his eyes.
Kaidan kissed him again, moved his hand down between Jarrett's legs. He stroked his hand over the silken panties that Jarrett was wearing, then stopped in surprise at a spot of moisture. He forced aside the thin strip of cloth, and his finger easily slipped into Jarrett, making Jarrett moan in pleasure. "You're going to fucking kill me," groaned Kaidan. "When did you –"
Jarrett stopped him from finishing his question by kissing him, and giggled slightly at Kaidan's reaction. "Why wouldn't I be wet at the thought of that big cock of yours?" He moaned softly, working himself on Kaidan's finger, listening to the sexy wet noises from the lubrication he had already placed there, and Kaidan inserted another finger. Jarrett reached down and undid Kaidan's pants, freeing his cock. "Take me, Kaidan, please!" He moved his legs, and Kaidan replaced his fingers with his cock, driving into Jarrett with one swift thrust.
Kaidan kissed Jarrett hungrily, demandingly. He knew he wasn't going to last long this time. In this position, Jarrett was too hot and tight to resist. More of the soft curls escaped as Jarrett was pounded into the bed by Kaidan's cock, spilling out in a dark halo around Jarrett's lovely painted face, as Jarrett whimpered and cried out. Kaidan slammed into him, and felt the waves of his orgasm wash over him, spilling into Jarrett's body as he fell into Jarrett's arms.
Jarrett smiled to himself, and waited for Kaidan to finish coming, then carefully rolled Kaidan away. He brushed his hair out of his face, and watched Kaidan sleep. "You can't resist it, can you?" he smirked. "It's like the ultimate submission to you," he lay down on Kaidan's chest, and traced the muscles there with his fingers. "And nobody else can give it to you. Not Liara, not Ashley, only me." He kissed Kaidan's chest, then curled up at Kaidan's side for a nap.
"'Oh, Kaidan, tell me we will be happy,' she sobbed, her hair spilling over her naked shoulders like spun gold, 'Promise me!'"
"What?" Kaidan struggled to sit up, but realized that someone was lying on his chest, using him as a reading pillow. Someone with wide blue eyes, long wavy black hair, wearing a cute little white top and tight blue jeans that showed off some delicious curves. "Jarrett? I feel so weird calling you that when you're dressed that way."
"Jody," he smiled. "At least that's what my fake ID says."
"What are you doing?" asked Kaidan patiently.
Jarrett held up his book. "I'm reading a romance and changing the hero's name to Kaidan. It makes it so much more fun to read." Jarrett looked at his book, idly swinging his feet in the air. "Only he's not nearly as good-looking as you. Only seven inches, too."
"Okay, stop," groaned Kaidan, "and get off me, I need to use the bathroom."
Jarrett rolled away so that Kaidan could sit up. "'My darling, I swear to you that I will protect you for all the rest of our days,' said Kaidan, his voice deep and passionate, throbbing with his wild love for Rosella's beauty –" he continued reading, doing a terrible job of mimicking Kaidan's deep voice.
"What the fuck are you reading?" Kaidan demanded. "'A Lotus for Isis'? Who writes this stuff?"
Jarrett giggled. "Weren't you going to the potty?"
Kaidan looked down at Jarrett, curled up in the bed. "Where did it go?"
"What?"
Kaidan leaned over and gently reached between Jarrett's legs.
Jarrett giggled again. "It's a secret!" He smiled up at Kaidan. "Trust me, you really don't want to know. Also, no matter how much you do that with your hand, you won't get a physical reaction there now. It's completely impossible."
"Right," said Kaidan somewhat absently, completely distracted by the feel of Jarrett's body beneath his hand.
Both of their omni-tools beeped with incoming messages at the same time. Jarrett sighed and checked his message, as did Kaidan with an equally disappointed growl.
"He wants to meet with us now? I'm going to crush that fucking Salarian under his goddamned desk," snapped Jarrett. "I have to change."
Kaidan held out his hand, and pulled Jarrett up from the bed. Kaidan kissed him once, then let him go. "I'll go change in my room. If I stay here, we'll end up naked again and then we'll never leave."
"And that's bad, right?" said Jarrett doubtfully.
"I'll be in my room," said Kaidan firmly as he zipped up his pants and straightened his shirt. "Call me when you're ready." Kaidan walked out of the room before Jarrett could distract him again.

"I stole her boyfriend and killed her mom. The least I can do is share."
Kaidan glared coldly at Jarrett. "I do not share. I am not going to fuck around with anyone else when I am involved with you."
Jarrett blushed, unable to resist being pleased by Kaidan's single-minded possessiveness. "Well, I mean, you could at least go talk to her or something. Cheer her up. I dunno."
"If you're so concerned about Liara's well-being, you go talk to her."
"I'm concerned, but I don't want to touch her. Asari creep me out." Jarrett looked curiously at Kaidan. "I thought you liked her. Why don't you want to go talk to her?"
"If I talk to her, I'll just end up in bed with her. And I don't want that. Go talk to her."
"I just said I don't want to," snapped Jarrett. "I just don't want her to do anything stupid."
Kaidan smiled slightly. "That wasn't a suggestion."
"What?" Jarrett looked up in surprise. "Oh."
Kaidan settled himself on the couch of his hotel room. "I'll wait here."
"Well, but… what do I say?" Jarrett was visibly nervous. "I killed her mom!"
"Ask her how she's holding up. Listen to her. You won't know what to say until she starts talking." Kaidan shrugged. "It's not like they were close."
Jarrett left the room, and Kaidan stretched out on the couch, trying not to think about Jarrett and Liara, or worse, memories of the past and jealous rages. Jarrett was right, someone had to talk to Liara. And he knew he was right, it had to be Jarrett, or it wouldn't mean anything to her. He just wished – Kaidan stopped himself from thinking about it too hard, and stared at the ceiling instead.
He wondered what Jarrett would do with her. Liara was obsessed with Jarrett. She thought he was beautiful, and she was one of those women who would do anything a man said. He wondered how he would react if she and Jarrett – Kaidan decided to stop thinking about it, and sat up, paced the room restlessly. He wanted Jarrett back. He wanted to hold him, feel him in his arms, know that he was there.
The door opened and Jarrett raced in. "Help! She's crazy!" Jarrett ran into the bedroom and slammed the door.
Kaidan tried not to smile, and locked the door to his room. He didn't even bother looking into the hallway, to see what was going on. "What happened?" Kaidan demanded. "Open the door."
Jarrett opened the door. "She's gone, right? You locked the door?"
"Yes, now tell me what happened."
"She's nuts! Creepy weird Asari stalker. She wouldn't stop talking about how wonderful I am, and how beautiful I was. So I slapped her and ran away."
Kaidan laughed before he could stop himself. "That's not what I thought would happen."
"She wouldn't stop touching me! She's totally insane. I told Jeff to distract her and ran." Jarrett stepped out of the bedroom, and put his arms around Kaidan. "Please don't ever make me talk to her alone again."
"I ought to make you go have sex with her to make up for it." Kaidan laughed again at the look on his face. "I'll save that for when you really annoy me." He pulled Jarrett into his arms. "At least you know she's not suicidal." He kissed Jarrett, forcing his lips against him until Jarrett gasped for breath. "She's right, though, you are beautiful."
"You really think I'm beautiful?" Jarrett asked as he slowly sank to his knees and started undoing Kaidan's belt.
"I do," sighed Kaidan in pleasure as his cock slid into Jarrett's eager mouth. "I wish you hadn't cut your hair, though. I like the curls. Stupid regulations."
Jarrett's tongue slid along the underside of Kaidan's cock, teasing it to full hardness. "It grows back really quick," smiled Jarrett before he took Kaidan into his mouth again. His tongue danced all over Kaidan's cock, swirled over the head as if he was enjoying a sugary treat. Kaidan groaned, dug his fingers into Jarrett's hair, trying to keep himself from thrusting wildly into Jarrett's mouth. Jarrett had one hand around the base of Kaidan's cock, gripped it firmly, stroked it to help control the pace.
"Where's your other hand?" Kaidan asked softly.
Jarrett chuckled, and his hand slowly moved up the back of Kaidan's leg, his mouth and tongue busy the entire time, until he reached Kaidan's waistband. He moved both hands to Kaidan's waist, then tilted his head, changing the angle, and pulled Kaidan into his throat.
Kaidan gasped in surprise. "Jarrett!" The sensations were amazing, and Jarrett had his eyes closed so that he could concentrate on repeatedly deep-throating Kaidan. "Fuck," groaned Kaidan, unable to keep himself from thrusting faster and harder into Jarrett's mouth. There was nothing else but Jarrett kneeling in front of him, pleasuring him. He tried to give a warning that he was close, but Jarrett was faster, flicking that skilled tongue right on the sensitive head before he sank into Jarrett's willing mouth again, filling it. Jarrett swallowed quickly, sucking down every drop, and Kaidan pulled away with a satisfied sigh. "You're really good at that."
"Thank you," Jarrett smiled up at him, licking his lips.
Kaidan pulled him up for a kiss, and led him to the couch. He reveled in the taste of himself on Jarrett's lips, and sat down, pulling Jarrett into his lap. "Let me see your arms." Jarrett obediently held up his arms for Kaidan's inspection. He kissed Jarrett's wrists, pushed the sleeves down so he could take measurements. Jarrett watched in silent confusion as Kaidan took notes on his omni-tool and kissed the bruises from the other night. "Now your legs." He lay Jarrett down, and pulled his legs up. Kaidan removed Jarrett's socks and boots so that he could kiss and measure Jarrett's slender ankles. "You have small feet for a man."
"You're measuring me for cuffs!" Jarrett smiled in pleasure. "Where are you ordering them from?"
"Not ordering," Kaidan corrected, pausing to lick the underside of Jarrett's lower leg, "making. What color do you want? Don't say pink."
"Purple," smiled Jarrett. "You can make them? Out of what?"
"Leather, silly." Kaidan decided that he really liked the fact that Jarrett shaved everywhere that a woman would. He let go of Jarrett's leg and pulled Jarrett back into his arms so he could taste Jarrett's lips again. Kaidan reached down, between Jarrett's legs, and moved his hand over Jarrett's hardness, making him moan hungrily.
"Do you always make cuffs for your lovers?" asked Jarrett between kisses. "What color did Liara get?"
"Are you jealous?" Kaidan kissed him fiercely, without waiting for an answer. "I didn't make a set for Liara. Or Ashley. This is different, Jarrett."
Jarrett kissed him wildly, moving his body desperately under Kaidan's hand. "Why did you send me to talk to Liara?"
Kaidan kissed him again, then pulled Jarrett away so that he could see his lover's eyes as he spoke. "I sent you to her to see if you would come back."
"You don't trust me?" asked Jarrett quietly, staring into Kaidan's dark eyes.
"Make me trust you," Kaidan answered, "and I will." He bent his head down for a kiss, but Jarrett stopped him.
"Don't ever do that again. Not with Liara," Jarrett said softly.
Kaidan wasn't sure if it was a plea or a command. He drew Jarrett to him, crushed him into a kiss. "You are mine," he said softly, kissing Jarrett's neck and ears. "When we get back to the ship, there will be no more fooling around or flirting. Not with Liara. Not with Jeff. Not with anyone. Understand?" Try as he might, he couldn't keep a note of jealous rage from his voice.
Jarrett seemed to light up at his words, and he arched into Kaidan's possessive hands, returning Kaidan's passionate kisses with his own. "Yes, Kaidan, I understand."
Kaidan gave in, and covered Jarrett's face with kisses, holding him so tightly he could see bruises forming on Jarrett's skin. "No one touches you except me." He moved so that he was lying on top of Jarrett, so that he could touch him everywhere as he kissed him, ripping Jarrett's clothes away, holding him down so that he could explore Jarrett's body with his mouth, making Jarrett gasp as Kaidan's tongue slid over him.
"Please, Kaidan," Jarrett begged, his body straining against Kaidan, desperately seeking release, "fuck me, take me, make me come, please, Kaidan, I need you," he pleaded. Instead of being pulled to his feet and dragged into the bedroom as he expected, Kaidan pulled off Jarrett's pants, and Jarrett almost screamed at the sensation of Kaidan's mouth on his cock. Jarrett writhed wildly, not sure what the proper protocol was for having a top go down on him. Kaidan paused to lick his fingers, and began working a finger into Jarrett, at which point Jarrett finally screamed, wild with ecstasy, thrilling to Kaidan's possession of him.
Kaidan felt Jarrett's cock twitch, and his mouth was filled with Jarrett's sweet come. He didn't swallow it all, letting it spill out over Jarrett's cock and between his legs. He licked Jarrett's cock clean, still working his finger in and out of Jarrett, and moved his mouth down, still licking Jarrett clean. Jarrett moaned as Kaidan slipped another finger into him, and Kaidan continued licking and kissing him. Kaidan watched his hand, and realized he needed more lube if he was going to continue, but the bottle was in the bedroom. With a sight sigh of disappointment, he drew his fingers out of Jarrett, and kissed his way back up Jarrett's body. "Let's go back to the bedroom, so I can do this properly." Jarrett smiled eagerly, and they sat up.
Jarrett's omni-tool beeped. "Motherfucker!" screamed Jarrett in rage. He answered the call. "What?" He knew from the tone that it was someone from the Normandy.
"Commander, the Council wants to talk to you about the report you sent regarding the Noveria mission," said one of the communications technicians.
Jarrett muted his omni-tool so that he could indulge in a few seconds of swearing. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
"They said it was urgent, Commander," said the tech nervously.
"And I said, twenty minutes!" Jarrett disconnected.
Kaidan put his arms around Jarrett, holding him and restraining him. "Calm down." Jarrett was shaking with frustration. "We will finish this later, that's all. Calm down," he stroked Jarrett's back, held him still until he could feel Jarrett relaxing in his arms. "Kiss me, and go clean yourself up. I'll pack up your things and bring them back to the ship."
Jarrett smiled at the command, and kissed Kaidan on the cheek. He stood up, reluctant but obedient. "Just be careful with all my not-Shepard stuff. I don't want anyone to see it by accident."
"Nobody else knows about it?" asked Kaidan. Jarrett shook his head, and started towards the bathroom. "Not even Jeff?"
Jarrett laughed. "Especially not Jeff. No, nobody knows but you, and I'd like to keep it that way." He smiled at Kaidan. "Jeff and I are friends, but this is different, Kaidan," he threw Kaidan's words back at him before he closed the door, leaving Kaidan smiling at the space where he had been.