[C][AU] The Travelling Show

It was so pure. He loved it. His smile grew impossibly wide.

"Kind of wish I could travel the universe with you," he admitted.

Living a passive lifestyle and being with a very cute alien? He couldn't think of anything better. His brother would be with him as well - of course. The only downer is that he would have to give up Blue and won't be there to defeat the Galra who want to destroy universe he wants to explore.

Ti laughed, his cheeks flushing purple again.

Then he bit his lip to try and dampen his smile, eyes turning shyly away.

He wouldn't mind travelling the world with Amr either.

Tibor's blush was pretty. The little bite of their lip and the slight glance away was up their in one of the cutest things he has ever seen.

Amr remembered the hand that ran boldly under his shirt. He reached out, fingers gently brushing blue knuckles.

"Maybe once I have finished what I have got to do, we can?"

Was getting aliens's numbers a thing in space? He really hoped so.

He tipped his hand, lacing his fingers with Amr's, and turning his eyes to look up at the human through his lashes.

"I'd like that. Then, maybe I wont have to entertain so many people."

He liked dancing, but there were other things that the band did to entertain people that he enjoyed in the moment, but would just as soon give up if he could.

Exploring the universe with someone else would be nice.

That was a little confusing. From what he has gathered, Tibor loved entertaining. Were they being exhausted? The, who he assumed to be the leader of the group, didn't seem to be the type to push her troupe to the limits.

"Do you guys have a way of communicating in space? We can keep in touch."

Maybe like the space version of a mobile? He was missing using his own Earth one. There was no signal in space. Or chargers for that matter - as he found out the other night using snapchat filters on his brother.

"You're confused," Ti noted immediately. "We do more than dance to entertain people."

Let him gather from that what he will.

"Ah, yes. Many ships have communication systems. Ours is old, but it works."

... Oh

The surprised look on his face was hard to miss. But when reflecting on their (lack of) clothes and the mesmerising dance, it shouldn't of been surprising at all.

He wondered if Tibor was as a fantastic "dancer" in that area too? That thought was going to keep him awake tonight.

Amr lost the look of suprised for one of excitement. Eyes and piercings glittering.

"Really? That's fantastic! - but wait, how do I do that? If there a number to call or...?"

"Here, like this."

Ti stood and moved to his desk, grabbing something from it and sitting down with his thigh brushing Amr's again.

"It may not look just like this, but the mechanics are always the same. You turn it on like this." And he gave Amr a basic run down of the machine, that worked remarkably like a simple, old mobile phone.

This time Amr didn't hesitate placing his hand on Tibor's thigh - just above the knee - as he leaned in to listen.

It was surprisingly simple. He was of expeting it to be overly some complicated alien technology, too difficult for his human brain to manage. But it seemed aliens were striving from simplicity then complexity.

"Uhuh, I see, and we will have one on our ship, right?"

Ti marvelled at how warm the human's hand was. His body was naturally a few degrees cooler than a human's, so the heat was apparent right away, especially on such an intimate place.

"I hope so," he murmured, placing the phone down and turning to face Amr.

His head tipped to the side slightly and he bit his lips as he looked up at the man.

"Well, the castle seems pretty well equipped, so I expect there ship to be too."

His eyes dipped from their bright blue eyes to their lips. That little bite they did was still cute. He found himself biting his own lip.

"So, you said you were going to show me another dance once you have rested?"

"Ah, yes! You have to turn your back."

Ti jumped up and pointed at the closer door. "Look there until I say. I need to change and we can't ruin the surprise."

Ti knew what dance he wanted to perform, and for that something a little less modest was needed. He was quick to change, shucking the blue cloth and replacing it with a much lighter sheer black skirt, and a matching sheer black scarf.

There was a lot of fabric to the skirt, a lot of volume, but it was so sheer that his legs and the fact that he wore just the skirt was perfectly visible.

He kicked aside the chair and stepped into the centre of the room.

He was glad this room was quite large. It made personal dancing like this much easier.

Ti snatched up his communicator and began playing music. It was a quiet but fast-paced drum beat.

"Look." There was a power about his voice now, a tone about it that demanded attention.

And that wasn't all that demanded attention. His hips and feet moved in short sharp jerks, making the cloth around his legs twitch and fly up. There was a sultriness about his gaze and the way his arms moved, as if beckoning Amr, that his last dance lacked.

This dance was less energetic beauty and more lethal seductress.

"Okay, okay!"

He turned his back as Tibor has asked him, tapping his fingers on the metal tin as he waited. There was rustling behind him, that was most definitely the sound of them changing their clothes. He kept his eyes forward, resisting the urge to have a peak.

He turned sharply around at the command. For the second time today he just couldn't look away. Forgetting for a moment how to breath.

Tibor was still stunning and still moving with grace. But this dance demanded attention. Enchanting anyone who was watching and Amr was under its spell.

There was no music to accompany it, only the sounds of Tibor's feet sliding across the floor.

He dropped his arms, catching the scarf that had been draped over them in his hands, then swinging it over his head in a wide arc that made the sheer fabric flutter.

With two long sashaying strides he was close enough to drape the cloth over Amr's shoulders.

A quick twist of his wrists had the cloth wrapping around it, and he held Amr prisoner, dancing just a hairs breadth from him, enticing him to touch.

There was a little smirk on Tibor's lips as he looked down at Amr through half lidded eyes. Touch, his eyes said. Touch, touch, touch.

Amr inhaled sharply as the sheer scarf wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to Tibor. His eyes were on their hips, their chest, their little smirk. Blood wasn't just flooding his face.

A soft swear was uttered under his breath, then he bit his lip.

He tried not to touch and keep his hands on the tin. They were too enticing. It was like they wanted him to touch them. He lifted his hands to rest them gently on Tibor's hips. Feeling them twist and turn under them.

He let go of his scarf, leaving it draped over Amr's shoulders.

His hands found Amr's, pressing the human's warm hands to his cool hips, then guiding Amr's hands, over his hips to his lower back, the downwards until Amr's hands were cupping his backside.

Then his hands slid up Amr's arms, bunching up the fabric of the scarf until his cool hands were resting on his neck. His thumbs brushed over Amr's collarbones, stroking the piercings there almost reverently. They were beautiful, the silver a stark contrast to his deep brown skin. What a beautiful shade.

Ti gave a soft, pleased sigh as he leaned down. His left hand shifted higher on Amr's neck and his thumb pressed against the underside of his jaw firmly, guiding Amr's head upwards to meet his.

Amr's lips were warm against his, and the metal in his lips was even warmer.

Amr gripped the soft flesh through the fabric, gently squeezing them.

His eyes were back up to meet Tibor's. Their look of one of intent.

A shiver ran up his spin as cool hands stoked his arm, his neck, and along his collar bone. He swore again, eyes sliding shut. All he could focus on was the cool skin against him and his jaw being lifted up. Soft lips pressed against his, as cold as the rest of Tibor.

Amr pulled them closer. Squeezing their ass again as he attempted to bring them into his lap. His mouth opened to deepen the kiss.

Ti's legs folded obediently at the light pressure of Amr's hands against the back of his thighs.

His legs rested snug against Amr's outer thighs as he settled in his lap. Ti's tongue flicked against the ring running through Amr's lip, then stroked along his lower lip slowly.

This had devolved from dancing very quickly, and Ti couldn't be happier.

This was possible the best and most fantastic thing that has happened to him in space. As well as finding Blue - although that technically happened on Earth. He just found out they were suppose to be pals for life in space.

An encouraging groan came from Amr as Tibor flicked his tongue across his piercing.

His hands slipped lower down to their thighs and under their skirt. Hands splayed and rubbing them slowly, his thumbs pressing on the inside.

Ti made an encouraging little noise when Amr's hands slid under his skirt.

His thighs parted, legs sliding over the cool material of his bed as he spread his legs for Amr's hands.

His hands moved upwards, tugging at the tie in his hair, then carding his fingers through the long locks when they were freed. Long natural hair felt so great to run his fingers through. He didn't get to feel this very often.

Amr rested his head on Tibor, panting softly as he caught his breath. One hand next to their head the other between their legs.

They were under him. Their legs spread either side of him and their skirt hitched across her waist.

With a content sigh he flopped down beside them. His hair a tangles mess on the pillow. The hand between Tibor's legs moved to rest on their hips.

"I hope you are ready for some spooning."

When Amr's dropped to lay beside him, Ti followed him, rolling onto his side and wrapping an arm around Amr's ribs.

"Mhmm."

Ti was more than ready for cuddling after that. Holy shit.

He nuzzled into Amr's neck, peppering it with small, languid kisses and tiny licks.

"Not quite what I had in mind but you know what, this is better."

He twitched a little as his neck was given attention. He wasn't too sure whether to stretch neck or bring his shoulder up to his ear. He pressed a few kisses against Tibor's wig free head instead.

He trailed his hand from their hip up the curves of their body to tread his fingers through their hair.

"I think that might have been the best dance I have ever received."

"It's the best I've ever given."

His fingers stroked over his ribs, then scraped at his skin with his nails.

It was so firm. Something he wasn't used to with many of the men he had bedded.

"It may be a little longer before I can give you another dance." He'd need more time to rest, for sure.

The blush stayed warm on his face. Butterflies flew into his stomach at that comment.

Amr squirmed from the nails at his ribs. The hand threaded blond hair moved to shoo it away.

"Take all the time you need because I need it was well," he laughed.

Tibor had exhausted him. He was ready just to lie here for the next ten-thousand years.