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a small thought about Ryland Grace which I don’t have it in me to turn into a whole fic. 18+ character study via cuddling/dryhumping. sorry if anyone has done this, I’ve not read many fics for PHM yet. just love my lonely lil guy.
Poor Ryland Grace who meets the first fleet of scientists and astronauts who’ve been sent to Erid on a species-exchange program, working out how to live with each other and work towards a better universal future for both humans and Eridians. You’re the only one who notices how tightly he grips your hand when you offer yours to shake, the way the corner of his mouth jolts up and gives him the appearance of wincing.
And you’re the only one who notices how he doesn’t let go immediately. Just lets his warm, rough palm be held by yours for a beat longer than you’d expect. Could be chalked up to the fact he’s lived on another planet for so long that he’s forgotten human etiquette around these things.
Could be something else.
You notice he hovers when everyone works. He’s the project head of course, the one who knows most about Erid and knows how to help everyone adapt to living there… but you’re sure there’s more to it than that. He gets a little bit closer than people normally would. Seems too pleased when he makes someone laugh as they test soil samples, lights up like it’s made his damn day. Closes his eyes as if savouring it when someone bumps into him as they move a tray of test tubes.
Yes. You’re the first person to realise just what a lonely man Ryland Grace has become out here. Being in the company of Eridians for nearly two decades - even though they’re his good friends - is not the same as being around humans. He can’t make contact with Eridians. Not unless it’s through their awkward, polygonal suits (a Herculean feat of engineering, but still a barrier nonetheless).
How long since he felt a human touch him?
You don’t make it obvious that you’ve clocked it, but you do lean into him more. Go out of your way to spend time with the saviour of humanity, swapping stories and listening to the music they allowed you to bring with you on the ship. You think he might cry when you put on your oldies playlist. To be fair, you’d cry if you had to go without Earth music for as long as he has.
Over time, through shared work and shared leisure, you grow closer. So when he comes to your cramped little living quarters one night, it’s not a surprise when he has a favour to ask.
“Can you… can I hug you?” he manages, clearly flustered and embarrassed at the request. His hands flex and clench, flex and clench. You can’t tear your eyes off of his fingers. “It’s been so long since I… just hugged anyone. A human, that is. Rocky doesn’t count. He’s… uh, basically a rock.”
“Oh, Ryland. Of course you can.”
You rise from your bunk to meet him. You’re worried it might be awkward but he is pulled to you like a magnet: immediate and hard. His arms clamp around your body and he angles himself so he can bury his face in the soft place where your shoulder meets your neck.
You think he might be sniffing you a little bit. That’s okay. You probably smell like human, and not like Erid. Must be comforting for him.
“It’s alright,” you hum, stroking his hair with the hand you don’t use to pull him in. His breath hitches and you begin to feel tears seep into your uniform. You hold him closer and just let him enjoy this: you, the heat of a human person for the first time in… well, in so long that it doesn’t bear thinking about.
You try to scooch in even more, if that’s possible.
You then become very aware of his hardness against you.
“Sorry,” he half-sobs, half mutters, too lost in the sensation of you to be embarrassed about a normal bodily reaction. “Holy moly, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, Ryland. Really.”
It is. He’s not been held for so long, of course he’s going to get a bit… excited. Perfectly natural. Nothing to laugh at or be shy over.
Yet…
He can’t bring himself to let go, even with his little problem getting bigger and bigger. You also know if you wanted him off of you, you could push him away and he’d willingly go, even if it was the most difficult thing in the universe. That’s the sort of man he is.
But you don’t want him off of you.
Instead you manoeuvre him so he can sit with you on your bunk, then lay down. Your bodies are entwined like this, hot and heavy and human. His face stays buried in your shoulders.
His hips move involuntarily as you try to rearrange yourself into a more comfortable position. He gasps as his cock catches against the meat of your thigh.
“Oh god…”
“Ryland. It’s okay. Whatever you need, it’s okay. I’m here.”
He’s so ashamed that he can’t bring himself to look at you. It’s gone beyond a harmless but embarrassing bodily reaction. He’s now canting his hips into you, searching out friction against your warmth. You hold him, stroking his hair, whispering encouragement. When you drop a kiss against the shell of his ear he’s done. You feel his hips shudder as he comes. This must be the first time he’s gotten off with anything but his own hand and memories in years.
It’s sort of flattering that the saviour of Earth was so enthusiastic about dry humping you. He lasted all of thirty seconds.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to… I don’t want this to ruin anything between us. I like you a lot,” he whispers from somewhere near your collarbone. You laugh, but it isn’t unkind. It’s understanding.
“Nothing’s been ruined. We’re okay, Ryland. You can trust me.”
And he can. With whatever he needs. You’ll take care of him.
“Thank,” he whispers. You smile. He talks like Eridians do, sometimes. You think maybe he hasn’t realised that little quirk.
more Ryland Grace porn. a continuation of this, but could be read alone. sub!Grace, (some) bullying, handjob, premature ejaculation, aftercare.
Over the following weeks, you get closer with Ryland Grace. But why wouldn’t you? The two of you spend all of your leisure time together nowadays. You read books together, listen to music together, watch some of the hundreds of TV shows that NASA let you download onto a laptop to bring along on the mission… it’s comfy. Cute. Stuff a normal couple would do. Occasionally you almost forget you’re in a hermetically sealed dome on an alien planet.
Even in the lab Grace is always glued to your side, so much so that Rocky has to make snarky comments about it - “Grace knows fellow scientist will not disappear if he leaves them alone for V minutes, question?” - but it’s all in good fun. He can tell how happy Grace is to have someone to share some time with, someone to physically touch. Fist-bumping an Eridian through a protective suit is not the same as actual bodily contact.
Speaking of which…
Yeah, a lot of that has been happening lately.
Dryhumping has kind of become an extracurricular activity for Ryland Grace. The two of you just can’t get enough of rubbing up on each other. You’re not going to rush things, either, because god it’s just wonderful to hear him whimper and whine in your ear about how much he wants to be inside you as his hips stutter out an orgasm, and you want to string that out for as long as you can.
Also. It is a little bit fun to torture him. Because he loves it.
Like every evening, you join him in his home - it’s far comfier than yours, after all. He’s splayed out on the couch as some 90s sitcom blares from the laptop speakers, but sits up immediately as you approach…
… and then he cocks his head to the side when he sees you’ve got something in your hands.
“What are those for?” he asks, eyebrows raised as you put down the clipboard and stopwatch.
“You’ll see,” you hum, getting into your favourite position: mounted on his lap. Whatever questions he had spill out of his mind like cotton wool in a breeze when your lips meet his. He moans into all of your kisses. You always liked kissing, but Grace loves it. You’re not sure if that’s something he brought with him from his Earth days or a product of being touch-starved on Erid but, either way, you aren’t complaining. It means he always gets hard within moments of your tongue swiping his.
You part your lips. Let your head tilt as his hands settle on your hips. And when your tongue does reach out, there’s that groan as he begins to lose his grip on his self control.
His hips buck up into yours, desperate for any sort of friction… he whines like you’ve broken his heart when you slide off to the side instead.
“Wh…what…?” he manages. His glasses are fogging up. Cute. You take them off for him, fold their arms and put them safely on the table… then begin to reach down the front of his slacks.
“Whoa…!” he gasps, practically jumping off of the sofa. You press a kiss into the scruff on his cheek and it helps calm him a little.
“I can stop if you want…?”
“N…no, don’t stop, heck…”
You’ve had his cock pressed up between your legs before, but this is the first time you’ve felt it in your hand. Heavy and hot, already leaking onto your palm. A decent cock. One you can’t wait to play with, honestly.
Grace doesn’t know where to look as you take him out properly. He gasps as ruddy skin hits the cool, manufactured air of his Eridian home, torn between staring into your eyes and watching the way he stands to attention in your hand. When was the last time another person touched him like this? He’s never told you many stories about old flames. He was probably having a bit of a dry spell even before they sent him on his supposed one-way mission.
You smile to yourself at that. You really like making him come.
“Such a good boy for me,” you mutter and Grace moans. ‘Whorish’ is the only way to describe the noise he just made. You fucking revel in the sound.
You reach over and start the stopwatch. Then you begin to stroke his cock.
His mouth hangs open, partly in pleasure, partly at the audacity.
“Are y… are you timing me?!”
You shrug and rub your thumb over his slit. He practically jackknives off of the couch.
“I’m doing a science experiment. I thought you’d enjoy it, you nerd.”
The last word was meant to be a playful tease, but from the way he lets that wanton noise rip through him again, you think maybe he feels a bit humiliated by it. What a fun discovery! Perhaps you should bully him just a little more often, if he enjoys it so much.
He throbs in your hand. Yeah. He enjoys it.
It is partly an experiment. You want to see how long he lasts. You know he comes embarrassingly quickly when the two of you fumble around fully-clothed, will his time get shorter when you’re actually on his cock?
You capture his lips and he willingly follows your lead. When you swipe your tongue out he meets it immediately with his own. The kiss is halting as he keeps breaking it to gasp as you glide your hand up and down, taking special care to squeeze his sac every now and then just to keep things interesting.
After about a minute, his breathing speeds up, hands digging into the cushions either side of him. He looks a little panicked.
“Wait, slow down, otherwise I’m gonna–”
He doesn’t even get to the end of his warning before he comes all over your hand in thick, hot bursts. A groan of pleasure and relief staggers forth from his lips as he tries to hold himself to attention on shaky arms but collapses. You stroke him through the aftershocks just to listen to the way he pants.
Then you reach over to stop your timer and write down the result. 93 seconds. Longer than you were expecting, actually.
“Computer? Can you get us a wet cloth and some water?”
It does. You’ve long since grown out of being embarrassed over asking the computer for aftercare help. The computer does not judge premature ejaculation, and neither do you.
You clean Grace up, clean yourself up, then carefully feed him some water.
“Are you okay, baby?” you ask, gently. He manages to nod and you reward him with another kiss, this one slow and tender and affectionate. He finds the strength to cup your face in his hand as he returns it.
“Pretty great. Guess I, uh, have a control time to beat,” he says with a wobbly smile and nods towards the clipboard. You grin.
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