Helping Hand - a Brak/Zorak drabble fic thing
I wrote this over a bunch of tweets and I decided to put it together & clean it up a bit, but didn’t add more details or anything cause I’m lazy, whoops. It was fun to write though and I hope y’all like it too!
SETUP: It’s based on the episode “Urges”, when Zorak went back to his home planet but he was saved from gettin his head eaten during the mating ritual by a mantis dude intervened, inviting him back to his pad to chill until the ‘urges’ passed. Now that Brak knows about it, he’s concerned next time mantis mating season comes around and takes it upon himself to help his best friend. He arranges for Zorak come over his apartment so he can keep an eye on him.
Enjoy~
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Things are normal at first.
They watch tv and order take out, just the usual... as the hours pass, though, Zorak gets increasingly horny & it shows. He tries to cover it up by being extra chatty, somehow the conversation turns to the previous mating season, and Zorak clumsily confesses to Brak that he and that mantis who helped him did /more/ than just hang out... realizing what he's just admitted, Zorak gets rly embarrassed & snaps at Brak to leave so he can jack off in peace!
Brak's shocked at the revelation and almost breaks out into a song about the joys of keeping friends’ secrets, but stops himself in time, thankfully. He respects Zorak's wishes and gives him some privacy... goes to the kitchen to try to busy himself with writing up material for the show/eating a snack, etc.
But Brak's mind keeps drifting back to Zorak.. He's glad his buddy's here & not on his home planet getting his head bitten off! things just wouldn't be the same without him...what does dokarian dick look like anyway? As Brak considers this he visualizes Zorak and the other mantis in the heat of the moment, Zorak flushed and panting as he pins the other mantis down with more force than his wiry frame seems capable -- he's intensely focused, his thrusts quick and needy, almost violent, but then so are the other male's, writhing desperately beneath him--
Brak's heart is already racing from the unbidden fantasy when he hears a crash! he abandons the coffee he's just spilled over his notes and runs to see what's up -- and is met with the almost comical sight of a pants-less Zorak attempting to jump out his broken living room window.
"NO WAIT!!!" Brak yells as he lunges and grabs Zorak around the middle, yanking him back before he can spring off! Phew!! They're on the floor, Zorak is struggling, cursing and flailing his arms, trying to hit or bite , anything to be freed - but Brak has a good grip & he isn't letting go anytime soon!!
They argue back and forth for a good few minutes, Zorak snarling and spitting insults at Brak for keeping him from experiencing the greatest pleasure that exists for his species, Brak yelling that he wont let his best friend die like this!!! Zorak suddenly screams "THEN /HELP/ ME, IDIOT!!!"
Brak's speechless, the implication of Zorak's words hitting him like a freight train.
"You mean you want me to... 'mate' with you?"
"Am I speaking blorganese?? YES DAMMIT!!"
Brak gets quiet, thinking it over.. he /did/ set his mind to keeping Zorak safe, didn’t he? This would just be part of the favor... coworkers sleeping together wasn’t unheard of, but this was different. Zorak was his best friend... and he wasn’t thinking clearly, obviously. Yet he was still struggling - every second, he seemed to get stronger and Brak knew he couldn't hold on forever.
If this is what it took to keep his best friend alive, then... Brak would do it. He'd do almost anything really, and the thought of 'helping' Zorak like this wasn't.. exactly unappealing. However, now reallyyy wasn't the time to analyze what that meant!
"I'll do it."
"Do WHAT?!"
"The um, mating thing. But on one condition - you cant bite off my head, ok?"
"Like hell I will! Do I look like a broad to you??"
"Oh yeah..."
"Moron."
For once, Brak agreed, but he quickly brushed away the thought in order to focus on what to do next..
Brak sits up and shuffles over so he can lean against the couch, pulling Zorak with him, arms still looped firmly around his waist - the mantis isn’t struggling anymore but Brak still isn't gonna let his guard down.. Once they're settled Brak peers over Zorak's bony shoulder and finally processes the fact that he now knows what a dokarian dick look like. Green of course like the rest of Zorak, long and curved with two prongs at the end, his member blooming out of what seems like an exo-skeleton of petals around it.
(the exo-skeleton petals sorta look like a lotus flower 'cause its a play on locust and they form a pretty solid protective around his soft bits which are smaller and fit better when he isnt aroused n all)
Brak's just like taking it in when Zorak leans his head and hisses in his ear--
"Will you Just Fucking Touch me already???"
Brak shudders at the desperation in his voice, his heart beat picking up like it did when he was imagining Zorak and that other mantis.
Zorak's eyes widen like he's noticed, but Brak acts quickly -- frees one of his arms and reaches for zorak's dick, gloved fingers curling around it in a firm squeeze. The result is instant - Zorak lets out a strangled sound, like he's swallowed a duck, body spasming as his hips thrust into Brak's hand, his clawed fingers jumping up to grab at Brak's arm still around his waist. Brak cant help but grin. He's seen Zorak do some silly things before but -- he has to stay focused. Before Zorak can growl at him again, Brak gets right into jacking him off as if his life depends on it - and it does. Zorak's at least.
Zorak cums in Brak's hand what feels like 40 times before he's exhausted and falls asleep against the alien cat. Zorak's dick finally shrinks and withdraws into its protective shell and Brak cleans up as quick as possible, lest Zorak wake up and go into arousal mode again.
But it really seems to be over! Brak's tired himself and he's sure he's got arthritis in at least one hand (he switched between both) but he still carries Zorak to his bedroom and tucks him into bed, the mantis dead weight but breathing deeply against his chest.
Brak watches him for a while just in case but when Zorak starts snoring loudly, Brak heads for the shower. He really, really needs one... Zorak had been pretty incorrigible, squirming and moaning curses (and -gasp- *praise*) at Brak.. he just hopes that Zorak had been too 'distracted' to notice that Brak was trembling along with him, hadnt given a thought to the dampness of Brak's pants against his back... the shower covers the noise but Brak bites his hand anyway as his other rubs out his frustration, evidence washing down the drain.
When Zorak wakes up the next morning, he insists that he has a monster headache and demands that Brak give him breakfast in bed - he seems like his old self as he rolls over to snooze some more. As they eat, he critiques the meal like he usually would, belches rudely, but he wont look Brak in the eye.
Its clear Zorak doesnt want to talk about yesterday and while Brak expected this, he's kind of relieved. Talking about it would just complicate things between them, bring to light feelings Brak's not sure he's-
"So who taught you how to give a killer handjob anyway? Your MOM??"
