Date: Sun, 31 May 2015 15:34:14 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Jett Haskins and the Lights In the Sky, Chapter 2

		  JETT HASKINS AND THE LIGHTS IN THE SKY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM
		    Chapter Two: A Mysterious Stranger

     Well, if you have to be in a bad spot, having two government special
agents by your side was the best possible spot to be. So he looked at Smith
to watch the magic happen.
     Smith saw his look. "What?"
     "Aren't you going to do something?"
     "Like what, mate?"
     "Like...I don't know. Something extraordinary. Knock them all down
with your bare hands or something." Jett recommended.
     "Not going to happen."
     "Oh." Jett deflated. "So what do we do?"
     "I'm sure I'll think of something." Smith said airily. And to the
sergeant. "Would you please call your commanding officer and tell him
you've met up with Smith and Jones, two agents of Federal Unified Command,
K Section, and ask him for instructions on what you should do about us."
     The sergeant looked at Smith and seemed to recognize him now that he
had the name. "Yes, sir." the sergeant answered and got on his
walkie-talkie. He walked away from them to talk, but came back quickly
enough. "All right, he's authorized. Everyone stand down. My apologies,
sirs."
     "No matter." Smith waved a hand airily.
     The sergeant looked at Jett, perhaps wondering what he was doing
there, but the presence of the two government agents was enough to put an
end to it, the soldiers moved off and they were left alone.
     "Is that extraordinary enough for you?" Smith grinned at him.
     Jett did feel vaguely cheated. "It'll do until something better comes
along." After all, they were out of the mess, even if the sequence was
anticlimactic.
     "I'll try to make the next altercation more physical." Smith
promised. "Any more questions?"
     "Yeah. You're aware the initials of your organization spell out
F-U-C-K?"
     Smith grinned. "You didn't think we'd reveal the name of our agency to
a bunch of low-grade, low-security-clearance soldiers, did you? They're
none too bright, witness that none of them have spotted the initials yet
besides you."
     Jett had to grin. He was beginning to like Smith!
     "What would you like for me to do with this one?" Jones asking,
indicating Fred, who was just coming to. "Do we invite him along, or do I
need to find another cosh?"
     Fred sat up, rubbing his head. "What happened?"
     "There was a big explosion." Jett said maliciously. "We all died and
this is Hell!"
     Fred didn't fall for it for a second. "My camera! Where's my camera?"
     "It's right over there." Smith told him, pointing. Fred scooped it up,
checked it. "Film's still in the camera!" he gloated. "I can't believe you
didn't take my camera or at least the film!" He cradled the big box in his
arms like a favorite baby.
     Jett leaned over and whispered into Smith's ear. "Why didn't you
expose the film when you had the camera?"
     "Jones did." Smith whispered back. "But I see no reason to tell him
that, do you?"
     "Right." Jett responded, relieved. To Fred, "Take the car, go back to
the local home office and tell them I can't work with you any longer. They
can send another photographer to take your place."
     "They certainly can, because I'll quit." Fred declared. "I'll sell
these pictures for enough to open my own studio!" And he left them.
     "Oh, I do hope he quits before he develops those photos." Jones
grinned after Fred with a definitely malicious smirk.
     "Me, too!" Jett agreed heartily
     "One can only hope." Smith added. "Well, unless you wish to look at a
field of wheat longer, we should be moving on."
     "On to what?" Jett asked.
     "Mostly, a shower and dinner." Smith observed, looking at the sun
which was about midway down the western sky. "Things have been happening
around here at night, you understand."
     "Lights in the sky at night, and a circle in the wheatfield at day."
Jett mentioned the only real facts he had. "A total mystery so far."
     "Yes, it is, isn't it?" Smith was being deliberately unhelpful, Jett
realized.
     "So what else do you know?" Jett asked.
     "That the lights are moving under some sort of deliberate control."
Smith gave him. "Whether they're vehicles of some sort or being controlled
from the ground, they are under control, not a natural phenomenon. And the
lights are always seen where the crop circles show up."
     "How many are there?" Jett had only heard about this one circle!
     "Today's makes four so far, in the last ten days. They've been
appearing at the rate of every few days, though the lights are showing up
every night. So I say back to the inn for a shower and clean clothes, then
a good meal and come back out to watch for the lights. Sooner or later,
there's got to be more to find out than just that."
     He went with Smith and Jones to the inn (which turned out to be the
same one he had taken a room in for himself that very morning) and Jones
brought Jett some fresh clothing from it for him to wear after a shower,
which did make him feel better. He found he was simply assumed to now be
sharing Smith's room by everyone and saw no reason to argue with that, for
Smith had one of the nicest rooms in the inn. He went with Smith down to
dinner feeling all was right with the world, he had an inside track to the
hottest story likely to come along in a long time.
     He should have guessed this wasn't going to last! Jones found himself
accosted by some elderly matron as they reached their dessert-and-coffee
stage, and he was taken away from Jett and Smith with a backwards helpless
look. Smith followed after him and Jett was left behind all alone...with
the check! He paid it and went to hang a bit in the front room, a place
designed for such genteel socializing.
     The room was all in shades of brown, deep, rich-toned colors that the
fire and covered lights here and there turned into a very warm place
indeed. He was sitting in a chair somewhat apart from the rest of the
guests (who all seemed to already know each other, heightening his
loneliness), sipping a martini and trying to decide whether Smith would be
back in time to make their nightly excursion after all, or if he would have
to go upstairs and face a bed that was going to be lonelier than usual,
since it wouldn't have a luscious naked blond hunk in it after all.
     "Pardon me." came a voice beside him and Jett looked up to see a
rather handsome young man in front of him. The fire dancing over them made
his face seem less like a human than some vision of maleness from another
plane of existence, the ethereal beauty that marked fairies or gods and
which artists strove mightily to capture in their painting and sculptures
throughout the ages.
     "Yes?" Jett asked of this vision.
     "Are you Jett Haskins, the reporter?" the man asked him.
     "Yes, I am."
     "I am...you may call me Ejin." the man said. "I need to speak with you
privately if I may."
     "Certainly." Jett agreed. He thought fast, he didn't want to take a
possible news source back to Smith's room, he needed to continue to have
some "hole cards" to play here if at all possible. And his old room at the
inn was still his, he'd paid for it for two more days and hadn't turned his
key back in. "Come with me."
     He led the young man upstairs to his room. Turned at the top to see
the man rising the last bit of the steps, blinked. It was like the man had
floated up rather than walking. Nonsense! Just an illusion of his fogged
brain, too much excitement today, the mind can play little tricks on
you. "It's this one." Jett indicated a room just to the left of the
staircase.
     It was a small, cramped room, holding only a bed and a dresser, with a
closet barely larger than the doorway to it in size. Plenty for a busy
reporter just wanting a place to crash, but rather minimal and, without his
own clothing in it to decorate it, looking almost like a jail cell.
     There was no place to sit besides the bed, not even a single
chair. Jett sat on the edge of the bed and motioned Ejin to take a place
beside him. When Ejin was seated (Jett again had the sense that he had
floated down instead of sitting down by dint of physical muscle movement),
he said, "Now, what did you want to say?"
     "You know about the lights that have been appearing in the skies
around here, but you aren't one of these scientists. Isn't that right?"
     "Yes."
     "You have no interest in the lights other than the chance to write
about them in your newspaper, yes?"
     "Yes, that's about it." Jett admitted. "Them and the wheatfield
circles that have been appearing wherever they've been seen. I don't know
if those two are related or not, but...."
     "They are." Ejin said.
     "How?" Jett asked, fascinated.
     "Because I know what is creating them."
     "The lights?"
     "What makes the lights makes them, yes." Ejin seemed to debate with
himself about how much to say. Jett had seen it in the past, it always
meant that he wasn't going to be told everything here by any means, just
enough for this man's purpose.
     Any reporter knew how to handle this, of course. Get the voluntary
information first, then push at that crack in the door to get as much more
as you could. It may take collateral sources or research, but you could
only work on that if you had the key of the voluntary information first.
     "So what makes the lights in the sky?" he asked.
     "They are made by my people." Ejin said.
     "And who are your people?"
     "That I cannot tell you just now." Ejin went on. "But the thing to
remember is that we only wanted to observe you, study you, understand you."
     "But..." Jett was foundering with this revelation. "What's to study
and observe about the Americans?"
     "Not the Americans." Ejin said. "Mankind."
     "Mankind?" Jett looked at Ejin anew. He hadn't been imagining that
floating. "But then you're...you're aliens? Monsters from another planet?"
     "Do I look like a monster?" Ejin asked him, with a smile.
     "No." Jett admitted. "But what are you, then? Are you human?"
     "Yes and no." Ejin answered rather unhelpfully.
     "How can you be human and not human at the same time?" Jett pressed.
     "We are alike in the things that are important, and unalike in the
things that are not." Ejin told him.
     "So why are you telling me this?"
     "Because we need your help." Ejin said. "You weren't supposed to know
we were here at all, just some lights that nobody understood. We avoided
heavily populated areas for this reason."
     "So what happened that makes you need our help? What kind of help?"
     "That I cannot tell you." Ejin said. "This is not a case of a
conspiracy against you or against mankind, I assure you of that. I cannot
tell you why this is so, just that I tell you this is so."
     "That doesn't give me a lot to go on." Jett pointed out. "Why should I
help you if I don't know who you are or what you're going to do with that
help."
     "What I will do with that help is to go home." Ejin told him. "To go
home, and take some things that belong to me along with me. Nothing
else. That is something I can promise you."
     "Are you stranded here?" Jett asked.
     "I am out of contact with my people, yes. I need your help to
reestablish that contact. They are searching for me as best they can, given
that they cannot do anything to reveal themselves to your people while they
look. It limits them, and has for long enough that I must do something to
help them find me."
     "So you want me to help you put up some kind of "Help" sign they can
read." Jett tried to wrap his head around it. "So why did you ask me?"
     "Because of this afternoon." Ejin said. "You and that other man, on
the hill. I saw you there, the two of you and I knew I could get you to
trust me."
     "You saw us. When? Doing what?" Jett asked.
     "This." Ejin said and his hand came over and stroked down Jett's arm.
     And what happened from that touch was like liquid fire. Jett blinked
and looked as the hand moved, he could swear that something had to be
flowing from that hand onto his own body, but could see nothing. He only
knew that the sensations rushing through him from that simple touch was
like three notches above any touch he'd ever gotten from any man under any
circumstances whatsoever.
     When that hand reached his wrist and began to travel back upwards, the
intensity was stronger than ever. It was no longer a case of whether he
would let this man seduce him, he had been convinced on a level that
bypassed the brain entirely.
     "What are you doing to me?" He gasped instead.
     "Pleasing you." Ejin answered. "You must be pleased with me to help
me, mustn't you? It is a universal standard that trust requires sympathetic
understanding first. While there are races in the cosmos that make
understanding difficult, our peoples are similar enough that we can
establish this understanding at this basic level of mutual pleasure by the
sharing of our bodies. Can we not?"
     "Sounds good to me." Jett agreed. "Does your race believe in kissing?"
     "We have our equivalent actions, but I can kiss." Ejin said. And his
lips reached for Jett's, and that touch made the touch of the hand like a
spark is to a fire. Jett nearly came just from that single kiss, and he
sagged into Ejin's embrace. Ejin lowered him back onto the bed, his fingers
merely touched his shirt and the buttons opened and parted for him. Now
Jett was certain that Ejin was able to control things in some not-obvious
way, making things do his bidding. Like he was making Jett do his bidding.
     He only had to lift his body to let his clothing flow from him. The
clothes on Ejin's body was equally ethereal in their actions, wafting away
from him and leaving them unencumbered.
     Nude now under a nude Ejin, Jett felt helpless and writhing in lust,
his body shivering under every touch of that body.
     Ejin gave him no chance to reciprocate, he was kissing down Jett's
body, and in every kiss a new fire blazed in his body, and the reason he
was helpless was that action might have hindered those lips and the fires
they ignited in him!
     He thought for certain that the moment those lips touched his cock
that he would blast, he expected it, he braced for it, he anticipated it as
the lips dove into his navel, then lower, and into the bush of pubic hair
below that and then flowed up his shaft and upon the glans and engulfed him
in liquid ecstasy.
     But perhaps the body doesn't fall to desire so easily, or perhaps Ejin
was deliberately using his control of Jett's body to postpone that moment
of ecstasy for him. He was at this stranger's mercy, unable to deny him
anything at all.
     The motions of those lips were matched with a moist touching of flesh
inside the mouth as Ejin went down on his dong, and that was another
extraordinary delight for Jett. The tongue was licking him in a manner that
was downright...unearthly.
     The way in which Ejin tormented and teased his body with sexual
sensations masked it for some time, but Jett finally received enough of the
unmistakable touches inside that mouth to realize what was unique about it,
and in his delirium of pre-orgasmic bliss (for his cock was sparking in
that way that soon turns into a white spray jetting out of the top) and he
summoned up by superhuman effort the ability to ask it in words.
     "Two tongues? You have two tongues?" That had to be the answer,
nothing else would explain how he could be touched both at his cock's tip
and his lower shaft on opposite sides at the same time.
     Those two slender threads of desire tightened and now he didn't need
the answer spoken any longer. Ejin had two tongues! Just how different was
he in other ways?
     But those tongues weren't releasing him, they were stroking his pud
and that sent Jett over the edge and into orgasm!
     "Oh, oh, I'm, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he got out and then it was only
inarticulate grunts of joy as he climaxed, ejaculating deep into Ejin's
mouth and Ejin held Jett's dong in his mouth and kept stroking him with
those tongues while he spurted a heavy load down Ejin's throat, Ejin
swallowing him easily when Jett knew that his wads could be thick and
sticky and hard to take.
     Done, panting hard, he shook in his post-coital readjustments, and
Ejin came back up his body to match their faces and they kissed, and this
time Ejin's tongues slid into his mouth and Jett jousted with them, totally
outmatched by this double-assault and his hand moved down Ejin's body to
seek out this incredible lover's crotch so he could begin to return the
favor.
     But before he could reach that far, Ejin moved in a way that blocked
his body from touching there. Jett made a small groan of frustration, his
body needed not only sexual satiation, but also the joy that comes from the
giving of pleasure to the other.
     "My body does not take pleasure in this way." Ejin explained to him.
     "But...but then how...." Jett stuttered.
     "But if you will permit it, I will share it with you." Ejin went on.
     "Of course, of course." Jett hastily agreed.
     Ejin smiled and what happened then was.... It was impossible for him
to describe. Like he and Ejin were sliding into each other, like a hand
into a glove, only the hand contained the glove as the glove contained the
hand, at the same time. In this point-to-point continuity, the very
molecules of his body and Ejin's meshed and vibrated in harmony, and in
that harmony was a pleasure that made the pleasure of mere mortal orgasm
pale in comparison.
     In that unending, eternal, universal ecstasy Jett floated. He was a
part of the very cosmos, feeling the planets orbiting their suns and it was
all balanced, all perfect, no need to change a thing about anything,
anything at all. Man and woman, child and adult, plant and animal, all was
one, all was right, all was part of the great plan of eternity.
     And in that moment, Jett understood why Ejin had wanted to make love
to him. He needed an ally to get back to his people and that was the
entirety of his motives in approaching Jett. He wasn't helping to plan an
invasion of Earth, wasn't out to destroy Mankind, wasn't planning anything
else at all.
     Jett trusted Ejin now. Trusted him completely.
     And the great moment absorbed that fact and integrated it into
everything that was and had been and would be, and was a part of this
sexual universality that he and Ejin were sharing.
     How long it went on, Jett didn't know, it seemed a long time in some
ways, and a mere instant in others. But it was over and he was back in his
own body again, and the singleness of his being was a sobering reality he
had to accept whether he wanted to or not.
     He sat up. He was dressed again, completely and Ejin wasn't even
touching him, was sitting well apart from him on the bed. How much of this
experience had been actual sex here? How much of what he'd received in the
way of making love had really happened?
     He looked over at Ejin, dumbfounded.
     "I need your help," Ejin repeated to them, "to get back to my own
people. Will you help me?"
     Jett blinked at him. That was the question. Would he?
     His mouth opened and he didn't even know what he was going to
say. "Yes. I'll help you get back to your people, Ejin."
     What the hell had he gotten himself into here? And what would Smith
think about the promise he'd just made?
                             THE END
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