..::.. Kharisma Rhayne .::..

Long blurb for Nighttime Wishes

Through the darkness of space and the barriers of Time an alien warrior is driven. The need to claim the one who will be his mate sends him back to Earth for the final time after many years of watching, and waiting. Ziang, warrior from the planet Maz’Rar, has come to claim his most precious prize and start a new life.

But an unforeseen accident results in a crash landing in a desolate wood. His plans for a quick removable of his mate is now laying in a twisted ruin at his feet, much like his space craft. And his arrival has not gone unnoticed by the United States government.

Shawn, disowned by his parents for being gay, has returned to his family home to find his father dying from a stroke and his mother unable to cope with the family business. When the dust settles he finds his mother moving away leaving him with the family home and business in a small town he swore he never wanted to see again.

Unsure what he wants, the decision is taken from him by a fiery crash in the woods near his home and an alien that has come to claim him as his mate. The very same alien that has been observing him since age six when he made a wish upon a shooting star in the middle of the night.

Tensions mount as they are forced to hide Ziang while he waits three days for rescue. Will Shawn go with this being from another world? Will he be given a choice? Or will Ziang be captured by the military never to be seen from again; just another UFO myth in a long line of many?

Nighttime Wishes

A small tow-headed child stood in his footed pajamas at his second-story bedroom window staring above the tree line, his large, chocolate brown eyes wide. Bright lights moved in odd circles in the distance.

“Cool.”

One light suddenly took a hard right turn and headed in his direction, moving fast. Brightness lit up his room, framing Shawn in the window. He blinked and shaded his eyes, but was unable to see anything.

The hair on his body stood up and his small hand clenched the curtains. He was afraid, but he didn’t feel threatened. The white light changed to a pale yellow, then returned to bright white. Seconds later, the light was gone and he stood in the dark again. The other lights shot off across the sky, heading away from him. All except for one; it hovered close to his house for several moments before it left, too. As he released the curtain, he remembered his mom commenting about making a wish upon a shooting star. He shrugged his shoulders. “Why not?” There, in the dead of night, Shawn made a wish.

The first time he saw the lights in the nighttime sky he was six.

* * * *

Shawn saw the lights again when he was twelve and waiting for his parents to pick him up after a middle school football game. He brushed his chin-length hair out of his eyes so he could see better. The nighttime sky was cloudy and the lights reflecting off the clouds a little creepy. Several of the guys waiting with him said they saw the darting lights, too, but they thought it was nothing more than a police helicopter or a medevac.

Shawn knew better.

One light followed him on the long drive home, ducking and weaving through the clouds. Shawn rested his head against the headrest in the back seat, keeping an eye on it. It disappeared when they arrived home; neither of his parents saw it. Later that night, a beam of light shone through his window.

When he didn’t come to the window, the beam narrowed and entered his room. Shawn sat up in bed, watching the random light patterns on the floor. It was searching for him. He was nervous, but the light hadn’t hurt him the last time. Shawn frowned. What would the light do if he didn’t come to the window? Would it leave, or… what? There was only one way to find out.

“I’m not getting up, it’s too cold.”

The beam trailed across the floor, climbed his bed, and focused on him. Again the light went from white to pale yellow, then back to white. Moments later it was gone. Question answered—the light would come to him if he didn’t go to it.

Something that he knew wasn’t of this Earth was watching him.

* * * *

The next time, he was eighteen and his experience with the light was much more intense. He was driving home from his high school’s football game on a Friday night, the country road dark and desolate. He’d never understand why his parents chose to live out in the middle of nowhere, miles from town. He hated it.

A lone bright light bobbed in the sky, playing peek-a-boo with the clouds—its crazy zigzagging path unlike any airplane or other machine capable of flight he’d ever seen. Leaning over the steering wheel, he tried to follow it, only to watch it disappear from sight and then reappear elsewhere.

As he braked at the railroad crossing, his CD player went nuts. The disk skipped and part of the song replayed on an endless loop. Then the music’s volume ratcheted to an ear-splitting scream. It cut out and went silent, then returned with a sudden blast of sound.

“What the…” Shawn stabbed at the volume control, cringing, and turned the music off.

Seconds later, the dashboard panel lit up like a tree at Christmas time. The oil light, engine light, everything flashed madly. Shawn beat on the dash, hoping to stop the insane light show on his dad’s new truck. He jumped when music screamed out of the speakers. Chill bumps broke out across his body as he stared at the CD player.

“No way, no way.” Shawn clenched the wheel, eyes wide as air sawed in and out of his lungs.

He stared at the radio—the radio that was off—but was currently belting out music like a drunk guy on karaoke night. “I… turned that off. What—”

Then the truck died.

“Dammit.”

The truck shuddered to a stop. He slammed the shifter into park and sat in the darkened cab, a bead of sweat crawling down his face, tickling as it worked its way to his neck.

“Oh come on, this can’t be happening.”

Shawn had begged tirelessly to drive his dad’s new truck. His own truck was ten years old and having engine trouble. Since they lived so far out of town, and the game would be over late, they let him drive the dependable vehicle.

“Dependable, my ass.”

Muttering, Shawn hunted up the flashlight under the seat, popped the hood, and got out. The last place he wanted to be was outside. But sitting in the truck, staring at the dashboard, wasn’t going to help, so out he went.

After fumbling in the dark, and cussing his luck, he managed to brace the hood; of course the lights weren’t working, the thing was stone cold dead. He thumbed the switch on the flashlight.

Nothing.

“Are you kidding me?”

Shawn eyed the flashlight, then the truck. He was tempted to beat the light against the new truck. Or maybe his head. Nothing else was working. Besides, what he knew about motors would barely fill a spoon. There was only one thing left to do. Besides, the last time he looked at the clock he had twenty minutes to get home before curfew.

“Great, just great. Guess I’m going to have to call the old man.”

If he came in late, his parents would lecture him until his eyes rolled back in his head and his ears bled. The last thing his mom said was not to be late or, if he was, to call. Missing his curfew—especially since this was his first time driving the new truck—would land him on his parents’ shit list.

Shawn dropped the hood back down and laid the flashlight on it. He fished his cell out of his pocket, tapped the screen, and got nothing—it was dead, too. What was going on here? The phone had worked before the truck flipped out on him. Shawn swallowed. Being pissed was fast taking a backseat to being freaked.

“Now what?”

No sooner than the words left his mouth, a large beam of white light hit him. Fear washed through his body, tightening his muscles. The light had never hurt him, but then it had never acted this… aggressive… either. His breath tangled in his chest and his knees threatened to buckle.

A whimper rose in his throat. The inane thought that by damn he had plenty of light now whispered through his mind. He swung around, slammed his back against the front of the truck, and laced his fingers through the front grille. The light changed from white to pale yellow, just like before.

He barely noticed the flashlight fall off the hood. Standing in the pool of light, he looked up. A slight breeze ruffled his hair, his bangs fluttering in his eyes. The beam of light came from straight above him, shining down from… Shawn gulped as the word UFO bounced in his head.

Then the light turned from pale yellow to a pasty blue.

This was something new. The soft thrum of an engine and waves of energy danced in the bright light that surrounded him. Little sparks of blinking lights popped, making the hair on his body stand on end—that wasn’t the only thing standing. A warm tingle of energy raced through his body, centering right at his pelvis.

His body buzzed with a low-grade hum that made him yearn. Shawn was hot and itchy, and an insistent ache in his dick wouldn’t go away. That had never happened before. An orgasm was building; a whirlpool of desire deep within, waiting to tackle him. His cock was painfully hard; it throbbed in time to the beat of his heart.

His nipples were tight, aching points that showed through his shirt, demanding attention. Lightheaded from fear and unending pleasure, Shawn stood frozen, sprawled against the truck, hands still grasping the grille. He was unable to move as the pleasure built higher. A buzzing sounded in his ears, much like the white noise of an out-of-range radio station.

“Oh God, oh God,” Shawn chanted as he stared up into the light. His body spiraled out of control with pleasure, but fear ruled his mind.

And just like that it was gone, like a switch was flipped, cutting off the light. The night was silent; then slowly the woods around him came alive. Crickets chirped and, somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted. He was ready to scream with the need to come.

“No, dammit!”

Shawn gritted his teeth. His body raged with unmet desire. His dick throbbed in his jeans and his boxers were wet in front from leaking pre-cum. Taking a deep breath, Shawn unclamped his hands and staggered away from the truck.

He shook his head, trying to clear it. He was dizzy and weak, probably because half of the blood in his body had traveled south to his dick, which complained bitterly from being denied that final, glorious release.

“Okay, okay,” Shawn panted. “That was… different this time.”

Again, lights lit where he was standing; with a muffled scream, Shawn jerked around. This time the lights were from the truck. He slapped a hand on his chest as he gawked at the same truck that a moment ago was dead. The lights beamed brightly, the engine purred, and Shawn thanked his lucky stars he’d put the thing in park before it died. The last thing he needed was to be flattened in the middle of a country road by his father’s new pick-up. Wouldn’t that have made his night complete? He picked up the flashlight and it suddenly came on, blinding him. With a yelp, he dropped it. Shawn eyed it for a second, then nudged it with his toe. When it didn’t do anything more than lay there in the dirt and shine, he picked it up. He turned it off and hurried to the driver’s side door, tossing the flashlight on the floor board. He wanted off this dark country road, now. He’d met his creeped-out quota for the night. Sliding behind the wheel, he checked his cell.

“It works,” he said softly, shaking his head. “Well, of course it works. Never mind it was dead— just like every damn thing else—but now it works. And I’m going to be late, dammit.”

A quick call to his parents, and a lengthy explanation of the problems with the truck, kept him from getting in trouble. Shawn didn’t tell his dad about the odd lights. He knew his father wouldn’t believe it—he wasn’t sure he believed it himself, even after all this time. His parents went to bed and Shawn locked himself in his room.

He’d untucked his shirt before he faced his parents because his dick was still half-hard. He hurt with the need to come. The last time the light found him, he hadn’t had this kind of reaction. What had changed? And why now? He slipped his shirt off, and ran his hands through the nice pelt that covered his chest. He worked hard to have well-defined abs and a washboard stomach. His hands brushed a pebble-hard nipple. Shawn bit his lip to keep from screaming at the intense feeling that arrowed straight to his dick.

He tilted his head back and tugged gently on the tail of lightly-colored hair that disappeared into his jeans. Whimpering, he unbuttoned his fly and shucked his jeans. The damp boxers were next. His hips were narrow and his legs lean. The muscles in his legs were rock hard, but not bulging, covered in soft blond hair.

His dick was cut, thick, and while not huge, was of a nice size. Shawn was a few inches over six feet and proud of his body. He grabbed some lotion from under the bed and lay down. Grasping his dick, he stroked fast; there was one thing on his mind and that was to come.

“Yeah, oh yeah, more…”

Shawn stroked himself roughly, but he couldn’t make his body come. The pleasure was painful, his need lashing at him. He bit his lip, grunting in frustration. Shawn squirmed on the bed, hips thrusting, straining for release. He was covered in sweat. He pinched a nipple and his head kicked back on the pillow from the pleasure.

His orgasm was right there, but why couldn’t he come? He imagined a nice, hard dick sliding up his ass, hands roaming his body, and that did it—he tripped. Cum exploded up his chest as he grunted hoarsely. Never had he come that hard, but it wasn’t enough, he was still unsatisfied.

His body twitched as his dick hit that too-sensitive stage, but he continued to stroke his shaft, using his cum as lube. His legs shook as the muscles locked up and his back arched off the bed. His vision blackened. Struggling to keep the scream inside, he stroked himself to another violent orgasm.

“Fuck!”

Gasping, Shawn lay in bed, waiting for his breath to level out. He looked down his body; his abs and the hair on his chest were covered with his seed. Idly, he ran his hand through the ropes of cum painting his stomach, then licked his fingers clean.

Even the times he played with other guys, he hadn’t come this hard, or this much, or this violently. He slipped from the bed, still weak-kneed, and walked to his bathroom, grateful he didn’t have to leave his room.

“Wow,” he said when he caught his reflection. His hair stuck straight up in places. He glanced around the bathroom, then sniffed. “Whoa, that’s me.”

He smelled musky; his cheeks were flushed and cum dripped down his body. His eyes were half closed, and his bottom lip looked red and swollen. Everything about him yelled freshly fucked, used hard, and dead tired.

“Shit, that was wild. My body aches, especially my balls. Man, I must’ve emptied them out.”

He cleaned up and fell back into bed, only to dream of bright lights in the sky—and what seemed like hands—fondling him. The following Monday his dad took the truck to the garage to have it checked out. Shawn wasn’t surprised when the mechanic said he couldn’t find anything wrong. His dad didn’t question him, but Shawn knew his parents doubted his story.

Something had changed with the light, and Shawn didn’t know what it meant.

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