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The first glance Eli got of the lone alien was shocking. He was so tall, heads above the stormtroopers that flanked him on either side. His skin was so blue, a dark almost black color in the muted light of the docking bay. His hair was just as strikingly dark, so black almost an absence of color and glossy where it tumbled across his shoulders. He took up the whole room, demanded attention just by his presence, his appearance. Eli was mesmerized.
It was hard to tell where the aliens' eyes fell, as luminous as they were - devoid of any visible pupil. His eyes cast shadows on his high cheekbones and made the flicker of his dark eyelashes as he blinked more apparent. He looked beautiful and deadly. Eli could barely concentrate. That was the excuse he told himself as for why he spoke up. "How about Sy Bisti?"
All eyes were on him at that moment and he wanted to sink into the floor. But the eyes he was most aware of were those of the alien. It was not clear where those blood red eyes fell. All of the aliens exotic and masterful presence was focused on Eli. He felt like a bug under a holo-scope - pinned and on display, totally seen and studied, if not yet understood.
When Eli uttered the word "Chiss" the aliens' attention became almost unbearable in its intensity. Eli felt swallowed by it
The alien spoke and his voice was velvety and higher than Eli expected. Eli was mesmerized, but Eli had a strange sense, he almost felt like the alien was just as interested, just as awed as he was. Eli had to be mistaken. He was projecting and nothing more.
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Back in his room Eli felt jumpy and on edge. He couldn't get the aliens shining red eyes out of his mind. At first he had thought they were just reflective but when he was close he realized they were lit from within, a sort of bioluminescence that was both creepy and mesmerizing. Thoughts of his skin also stuck with Eli, the rich blueness of it was indescribable. Eli had never seen anyone like him before. The legends didn't do the Chiss justice in the slightest. As a species they were much more formidable and striking then Eli had even known.
Eli sat on his bed and scrubbed his hands over his face. He tried to breathe slowly and calm his body but one part of his anatomy was not getting the message. His cock was thick and hot against his body. It was the kind of erection that was not going to go away on its own, not with the image of the muscular Chiss so fresh in his mind. He wondered what those muscles would look like if Thrawn pushed him down on this cot. Would they ripple across his back as he held Eli down? Would his arms bulge bigger than they already were as he held Eli's legs in place against his strong blue shoulders as he…
Eli took a shaky breath. He could feel his cock throbbing with the beat of his heart now. It was so stiff he felt lightheaded and breathless. He glanced at his chono, he had time. Eli unbuckled his belt and reached for the clasps on his long tunic. He undid them swiftly and brought his hands to the waistband, hesitating. Was he really going to do this? He was still on duty.
Blue skin flashed across his mind again, this time slick with sweat and flushed whatever color that clear blue skin would turn when he was hot and aroused. Would he be a lovely lavender or a dark indigo? Would his cheeks and chest darken or would the color be contained to his high cheeks and the tips of his ears. Would it travel down his neck? Eli would kiss that neck, tasting of sweat and Thrawn's scent. He would work his lips over that strong jaw to end at that perfect ear. He would nibble behind it to see if he was as sensitive as Eli's was.
Eli stopped, he was sweaty and flustered and his hands were clutching the band of his pants in an iron grip. His pinky was resting over the head of his cock, rubbing absentmindedly against the hard flesh and making him twitch with sensation. He took a shaky breath. That's it, on the clock or not, it was time to take care of this.
Eli fumbled with the sealing strip on his pants, ripping it open and pulling his pants past his hips and down around his knees, leaning back on his elbows to do so. He looked at his cock, it looked angry red at the tip and a bead of moisture clung to the slit. He huffed a breath through his nose and got a hand on himself. It was heaven and he groaned out his relief at just the feeling.
He pumped himself once to gauge where he was at and it was good. He circled the head of his cock with his palm and collected its wetness before stroking himself again. He set his usual rhythm, letting his previous thoughts play out in his head untethered. He was almost instantly close.
This was going to be easy -and good. So very good. Eli could use a nice strong orgasm, he had had a poor streak lately and it was unfortunate. The result of boring patrol, nothing to get him excited, nothing new. But sexy blue skin and chiseled features were new. He imagined Thrawn's hand on his cock and there it was, his balls tightened and he jerked up off the bed hissing as he felt the beginnings of that tingle.
Eli's door chime trilled. He ignored it. He closed his eyes and quickened his hand…almost.
The door chime sounded insistently again and a voice called from the corridor. "Cadet, you are to report to Captain Parck's office right away!"
Eli's hand flew off his aching cock and he blew air from his clenched teeth in a quiet hiss. He was vibrating with arousal, he was sure he looked flushed, he hoped it would not be noticable.
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Sitting across from the alien didn't diminish his size nor his commanding presence. It did however make it all the more clear to Eli that he was being inspected. With just as much interest as Eli himself had when he first saw him in the shuttle bay. Even with no pupil Eli could tell the chiss' gaze was on him.
Eli swallowed and tried to fight down the arousal that threatened to build again. The brief meeting with the captain had only dampened the flames of his ardor, not put them out completely. Just seeing the Chiss made him feel hot on the back of his neck. He could feel his cock begin to fill with blood.
The chiss - Thrawn - Eli needed to start to think of him by name now if he was going to work with him, had said nothing when Eli had come in. He studied him intently, head cocked to the side. His nostrils flared when Eli sat down on the cot across from him. His eyes traveled down Eli's body. The look was almost suggestive and Eli's cock was more than a bit interested by this. Eli could swear that gaze lingered in his groin, but that couldn't be the case.
"Has captain Parck filled you in on what's happening next?" Eli asked.
Thrawn still didn't answer, his gaze was intense and the longer he starred the more disconcerted Eli became. And the more aroused. He shifted, trying to take care of some of the pressure in his groin, it was quickly becoming uncomfortable. The rough material dug into the sensitive head of his cock and made him want to squirm.
Thrawn stood up in one swift movement that made Eli gasp and startle. Thrawn moved across the small pace in one brisk and sinuous movement and sat beside Eli. Eli's heart was pounding and his breathing was elevated. He was nervous and unsure. Thrawn was so close. He could smell the man. He smelled alien but also with a masculine musk that went a long way to causing Eli to become totally erect and aching again.
Thrawn reached out and ran his fingers over the curve of Eli's jaw. Eli sat still like prey caught in the sights of a predator. His heart was thundering but, after the initial surprise, he was not afraid. Thrawn leaned in and, following the line he had drawn with his fingers on Eli's jaw, he licked a wide stripe from ear to chin. His tongue was scorching hot and wet. He dipped into the hollow of Eli's neck and tasted there as well. Before Eli knew what he was doing he let out a small whimper. When his brain caught up with him he spoke. "What are you doing?" He whispered.
"What you yourself desire," Thrawn answered in Sy Bisti.
Eli let out a noise of confusion that dissolved into a moan as Thrawn nosed over his neck.
Thrawn continued to speak. "I can smell it on you. Taste it. You crave this. With me. But why?"
Eli's head was swimming and he felt like he was floating away. "What?" He asked blearily. He needed space, he scooted back a bit and looked at Thrawn again. The man looked the same. All of that and he didn't even have a blush. Eli could feel that his cheeks were mottled red and he knew a sheen of sweat had broken out on his forehead. Backing away gave him a little clarity. "We can't do this, we hardly know each other."
"Thrawn's head dipped down and he spoke to Eli from under his veiled eyelashes. "It has been a while for me as well."
Eli bristled. "Who says it's been a while!"
Thrawn said nothing. Eli looked at him. His long hair framed his face and cascaded over his shoulders in midnight waves. His high forehead looked regal and his eyes hungry, almost predatory.
Eli was no stranger to hooking up with men in bars. This was no different he told himself. The Captain didn't expect him until the next day. He was technically off duty. He scooted forward.
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It turned out Chiss did not kiss. They nibbled. They bit. They licked and sucked dark marks wherever they wanted without thought of tunic hemlines. But they did not kiss. Eli tried and got a swollen lip for the trouble. He pulled away startled and was treated to the sight of a purple tongue and razor sharp incisors as Thrawn licked his lips and growled at the loss of contact.
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Thrawn's intensity only increased when he was bare. There was so much deep blue skin for Eli to see now and Thrawn was unabashed in his display of it. He laid back on the cot, his bright eyes hooded. Eli sat beside him. Thrawn's skin was power soft all over, this surprised and delighted Eli. It was smooth but also almost spongy, as if he had a layer of lean brown fat over his muscles protecting him. The stories Eli had heard told of the Chiss coming from cool worlds so that made sense. He never imagined he would see a Chiss let alone touch one, and never like this.
He was well muscled and at first he looked to be completely hairless but on closer inspection Eli could see a furry down covering his body. It added to the softness of his skin and Eli leaned forward and rubbed his cheek on it, blushing at his behavior but unable to stop himself. Thrawn rumbled a purr, his body trembling with the vibration of it.
The trembling increased as Eli ran his hand down that toned blue stomach, stopping at the apex of his thighs. There was nothing there but a longer tuft of fine hair and a vertical slit. It was surrounded by soft folds of skin, and shining with moisture. It appeared to be budging and Eli was suddenly very interested to see what was inside that hidden place. Eli reached past the velvet soft lips, he was met with incredible heat and slickness…as well as something else. Thrawn grunted and bore down, several vivid red tendrils spilled out onto Eli's hand. He gasped as did Thrawn. He gave the tendrils in his hand a squeeze, Thrawn tensed and hissed.
In all his stories of the Chiss he had not heard of this. He wasn't sure what to do and it was hard to think. He was so hard it hurt. He was not going to last long once he got his hands on himself. But by the looks of it, neither was Thrawn. Sensing Eli's hesitation, Thrawn's hand closed around Eli's.
He guided Eli's hand into a kneading sort of pull that had those vivid red tendrils sliding through his fingers. They were so wet, and moisture dripped through the cracks between Eli's fingers, wetting his knuckles and rolling down his wrist when he lifted his hand to get a better look.
Thrawn took himself in hand and continued the ministrations he had just guided Eli in previously. He still gave Eli an intense look. Thrawn's cheeks were now dusted in purple. Up this close Eli could see freckles dot his nose and high cheekbones. His mouth was open, his tongue a flash of purple as he panted slightly. It was such a sexy and deadly image Eli couldn't help following Thrawn's lead and stroking himself. That first touch almost took his breath away and he groaned, eyes rolling back in his head as the intense pleasure and relief of touching his cock washed through his body.
His hand was wet with the Chiss' juices and the slick, lubricated glide was enough for his balls to pull tightly to his body already, that almost there feeling intense and sharp. It was almost too much and he knew if he stopped he would lose the feeling for sure. Thrawn hissed and his nose crinkled. Slick poured from his tendrils and he shivered. It was enough for Eli and before he knew it he was coming as well, the sensations powerful and seeming to last forever. When he was finally empted he opened his eyes to an exotic sight. Thrawn spread on the bed a puddle of slick, looking both predatory and sated.
Post orgasm Eli was nervous. He should not have done that. He would have to work with this person for the foreseeable future and having sex with him within hours of meeting him was not a good move. But Thrawn merely got up and nodded at him, before heading to the fresher. Eli heard the water turn on.