THREE #2
Marcus leaned forward and took in the cage.
It was not much bigger than his thumb. Marcus guessed it was some kind of plastic or silicone and it covered Aiden’s whole dick, with a small hole at the end.
His balls were squeezed through the space between a ring and the covering.
It had a tiny padlock at the top. It was pale pink.
Marcus covered his mouth to hide the smile that was brewing. He looked up at Aiden, who looked confused at Marcus’s reaction.
“It’s pink,” Marcus said. Tears of laughter were forming behind his eyes. A smile cracked on Aiden’s face.
“I know,” Aiden said. He covered his own eyes with his hand to avoid Marcus’s gaze. Marcus climbed from the footrest to the chair and straddled Aiden’s lap. Aiden dropped his hand from his eyes and looked up at Marcus in confusion.
“It’s cute.”
“It’s not.”
“It’s cute. Can I touch it?” Marcus waited for Aiden to nod before he reached and ran his index finger along the sheath. Aiden let out a small breath.
“Can you feel that?” Marcus asked.
“A little,” Aiden breathed.
“Does your boyfriend call it cute?” Marcus asked.
“It’s more of a situation…” Aiden started to say.
“Does he call it cute?” Marcus asked again.
“Yes,” Aiden admitted.
Something curled in Marcus’s gut. This felt good. It felt far more natural than he had expected. He was suddenly very pleased that he had walked Justin to meet his hookup.
“What happens when you want to jerk off?” Marcus asked. He wrapped his hand around the small pink cage. It fit easily in his hand.
“I ask,” Aiden breathed, eyes glued to Marcus’s hand on the cage.
“And does he let you? Every time you ask?” Aiden shook his head.
“Not always. Sometimes he lets me earn it. Sometimes he just says no.” Aiden wet his lips.
“When was the last time you came?” Marcus asked. He fiddled with the padlock.
“In my dick or in my ass?” Aiden asked. Marcus looked up and raised his eyebrows.
“Tell me both,” Marcus said.
“He took it off and blew me in my car after work. That was… two weekends ago.”
“And your ass?” Marcus prompted. Aiden took a moment to think.
“Last week? I don’t come in my ass every time.”
“Holy shit,” Marcus swore. “Why?”
“I dunno, can you?” Aiden asked.
“No, I mean, what do you get out of it?” Marcus asked.
“Oh. Well, we started out doing it to keep me horny. And I like that. I’m always horny. If I come while I’m wearing it, I’m still horny. And the first time I saw him wearing the key on his neck I thought I was going to melt it was so fucking hot.”
Marcus’s hands went to Aiden’s chest and he felt the outline of his lean muscles under the shirt. His thumb brushed against Aiden’s hard nipple.
“You’re horny right now?” Marcus asked. Aiden nodded.
“What did you tell your boyfriend?” Marcus asked. He pulled up Aiden’s shirt and slid his hands under the fabric.
“He wanted to come pick me up from work. I told him a cute man was hanging around and might invite me home.” Aiden lifted his arms and let Marcus pull his shirt off. Marcus dropped the shirt onto the floor.
“Then, I told him I was going home with you. I just told him I sucked you off.” Marcus raised his eyebrows.
“What did he say?” Marcus asked.
“He told me to tell you to take a picture,” Aiden said. Marcus felt himself getting hard again. He wished he had taken a picture of Aiden on his knees with his mouth stretched around his cock.
Marcus’s hands wandered back to the pink cage. He pulled on the small padlock and watched as the cage pulled just slightly on Aiden’s balls.
“Do you miss jerking off?” Marcus asked, an idea formulating in his head.
“So much,” Aiden said. “I used to jerk off every day in the shower.”
“Want to pretend?” Marcus asked. Aiden looked confused. Marcus took Aiden’s hand and slowly brought it to the bulge in his sweatpants.
“Oh. Yeah, okay.” Aiden peeled down Marcus’s waistband and Marcus lifted to push his pants down to his hips. He scooted closer to Aiden. The base of his hard cock nudged against the silicone cage.
With their dicks touching, the size difference was glaring. Aiden’s soft cock lay against his thigh, stuffed into the thumb-sized covering. Marcus’s cock was thick and flushed. Aiden wrapped his hand around Marcus’s cock and pulled loosely on it.
“Show me how you used to do it. When you were allowed to,” Marcus said. Aiden’s eyelids drooped and he sped up just enough. Marcus felt his toes curl, and he leaned forward and braced himself on the back of the chair.
“Are you pretending it’s your cock?” Marcus asked. Aiden made a choked noise and nodded.
“Too bad yours is useless,” Marcus continued. “Your hand feels so good. Can you feel it?” Aiden dropped his head back onto the chair. He rolled his hips, and the pink cage bumped against the base of Marcus’s cock. Aiden huffed a breath and rolled his hips again. Marcus leaned close to Aiden’s ear.
“You want to get fucked?” Marcus asked, softly.
Aiden nodded. “Are you going to tell your boyfriend? That you got so horny you let someone else fuck you?” Heat was radiating off Aiden’s chest. Marcus pulled back and looked at him.
His neck and chest were flushed and his mouth was slack.
He looked, to Marcus, like he was frantically jerking himself off, instead of jerking off Marcus. Marcus’s balls tightened.
“You look close,” Marcus whispered.
“I’m so fucking close,” Aiden rasped. He bucked his hips up again. His rhythm stuttered and he squeezed his fist tighter. Marcus sucked in a shaky breath.
“Can you come without touching?” Marcus asked. Aiden shook his head. Aiden’s muscles were tight with tension from his shoulders to his ears.
“I haven’t. Not without,” Aiden’s breath stuttered, “not without anything. I can almost…” Aiden gasped for air. He sounded wrecked. It was pouring heat into Marcus’s abdomen. He gripped the back of the chair.
“I’m close,” Marcus warned. “Are you going to come with me?” Aiden grimaced.