Chapter 5
Trevor
"You fellas settling in all right?"
Marlon might be well past fifty and pushing into sixty, but he's still fighting fit. We jog side by side down the palm-covered streets. I don't have to slow down for him at all.
"Yeah," I nod as I adjust my form, slowing down a bit so we can carry on a conversation. "I'm so fucking happy to be out of the barracks and Cam's…he loves the pool."
It's early still. Quiet. Peaceful. While most soldiers will have reported to work with the sun, their spouses and dependents are still fast asleep. There's nobody else around while Marlon and I get our steps in.
"Still can't believe you ran off and done eloped," Marlon says with his signature southern drawl. And a big sharp grin. "A player like you, hell, never thought you'd tie the knot. You gonna do a housewarming party so everybody can come meet your beau?"
Marlon doesn't know that Cameron is straight. Or that we only got married for the benefits. Nobody knows and nobody needs to know. I meant what I said to Cameron yesterday.
Our marriage, and what happens or doesn't happen behind closed doors, is nobody's concern.
"Eventually, yeah, but not yet. House isn't even fully furnished."
It's not a lie, but it's not exactly the truth either. I don't think Cameron can handle being introduced to a bunch of new people all at once. Though I'd like him to meet Marlon sometime soon.
Cameron will always be my best friend, but Marlon's a good friend too. And sort of a mentor to me. He's one of the first guys I met on the base and we hit it off right away. He's retired now, but his husband, Mikey, is still active military. That's why they live on the base.
I chose the same street they live on just be close to them. It’ll make meeting up to jog or get together for a poker night much easier.
"What about Mikey?" I ask. "You guys gonna do a get-together before he deploys again?"
Marlon's grin falls flat. "Nah, Mikey got pulled early. Left at dark o'clock. He ain't due back for three months."
"Shit, sorry. That sucks."
I've been lucky with my career in the military over the past few years. I passed with flying colors on my initial assessments when I enlisted and they assigned me a cushy engineering job.
No grunt work. No overseas deployment.
I spend most of my days in the greasy guts of something broken and then I laze behind a desk typing reports about how I fixed it.
Marlon finds his grin again. "Eh, I make do."
We put a pause on our jog as we hit our usual resting spot in front of a white-picket fence house whose garden is besieged by plastic pink flamingos. As we stretch it out, Marlon continues to talk.
"You know, I used to bitch about my ex-wife throwing a fit whenever I deployed. Now that I'm seeing it from the other side…well, no matter. It is what it is. Though I think it was the fucking she missed the most and that I can relate to."
"Aren't you and Mikey…?" I don't want to be rude, but I come right out and say it. "Open?"
Marlon chuckles. "My boy and I got ourselves an arrangement."
"Yeah?" I say while stretching my leg. "What kind of arrangement?"
So, sue me. I might not want to talk about my marriage, but I'm curious what Marlon and Mikey's is like. They've fascinated me since we met. Marlon is the classic grizzled veteran and Mikey looks like a pretty boy twink but acts like a total badass.
"I stick my dick in whoever I want while he's deployed but he keeps his cheeks squeezed tight. When he's home, I don't screw anybody else, but I pick out all the men who screw him. I been calling it our shared use arrangement."
Marlon's shameless as he shares all these raunchy details.
I can't believe what I'm hearing. "Is Mikey…he's okay with you talking about him like that? With me knowing all this?"
Warily, I take a look around. As if Mikey might be doing secret reconnaissance with those decorative flamingos and he's about to bust out of somebody's geranium bushes.
Marlon chuckles. "Of course. Loves it when I tell my buddies about what a slut he is. He's a proper hot twink."
My brain is working overtime to process everything I've been told.
I wasn't struggling to catch my breath during our jog, but now I'm finding it difficult to exhale. I hold all the air in my lungs. When I do finally speak, and breathe again, it all comes out in a rush. "I thought hot twinks were just a porn thing."
There's no way guys are doing it in real life…though Marlon's boasting otherwise.
"Oh, Mikey's the real deal. You and your husband wanna come have a look-see sometime?
"W-what?"
Marlon smirks and shrugs his bulky shoulders. "I'm just saying, if you and Cameron would be interested in using Mikey, he ain't gonna say no."
I'm shaking my head before Marlon's finished "Uh, thanks, but no thanks. Cameron's not — he isn't into that shit."
I am, of course, but I can't say that.
Though Mikey's not the twink I'm interested in…
"You sure about that?" Marlon asks with a raised eyebrow, but he doesn't wait for me to respond. "Y'all change your mind let me know and I'll invite you to Mikey's homecoming party. In the meantime, if you start feeling adventurous and need a third cock to spice things up in the bedroom…Cam's got a real nice ass, is all I'm saying."
"Are you calling my husband hot?"
"That I am."
Marlon is such a cocky bastard. I admire him for it though. While I'm shocked by everything he's said, I'm not offended. Though there's no way I'm taking up Marlon on any of his invitations.
Or his offer.
"The audacity of you, man. I fucking swear." I laugh it all off and Marlon doesn't push it. As we loop around back to our street, we discuss much safer and much less wicked topics.
By the time I get back home, the sun is shining hot. I've worked up a sweat and I'm out of breath. I grab a water bottle from the kitchen and then make my way up to the stairs.
I'm surprised Cameron isn't up and about yet. Though I'm more surprised to find out what he's doing in our bed.
The unmistakable sound of a vibrator going full blast fills my ears as soon as I walk into the bedroom.
Cameron's stretched out on top of the sheets. Full access. Nothing is hidden. His boxers are pushed off and his shirt is rucked up to his throat. Both his nipples and cock are fully hard. He's flushed pink all over. He has the toy, one of my toys, pushed between his ass cheeks, but it's not inside of him.
He's just teasing it across his hole.
He only stops when he finally notices he's not alone. Cameron cries out and tries to cover himself up. It's too late. I've seen it all and I know everything.
Fuck.
Both hope and desire team up in my heart while my dick immediately springs into action. Maybe, just maybe, Cameron's not as straight as we both thought he was…