THREE #3
“Fuck, I want to,” Aiden ground out. He rolled his hips.
Marcus ran a hand over Aiden’s chest and scraped a fingernail across one of Aiden’s nipples.
He looked between their bodies and watched his fat cock in Aiden’s hand.
Aiden’s pink, sheathed cock looked as flaccid and uninterested as ever, a stark contrast to Aiden’s flushed and panting face.
Marcus took Aiden’s cage in his hand and jostled the padlock with his thumb.
He imagined using Aiden in any way he wanted, while Aiden was drunk on his arousal.
He tensed, curling towards Aiden. He took one last shaky breath in before his body jolted.
He surged forward and collided against Aiden’s shoulder.
Marcus spasmed and his cock erupted between their bodies.
Aiden shouted and thrust his hips upward. Marcus looked down, expecting to see a mess on Aiden’s thigh or at least some fluid. Nothing. He rested his forehead on Aiden’s shoulder while he caught his breath.
“Did you come?” Marcus finally asked, pushing himself back into an upright position. Aiden shook his head.
“No. It almost felt like it. But no.” Aiden dropped his head back and looked at the ceiling. Marcus leaned over the chair and picked up Aiden’s discarded shirt and helped him wipe his hand.
“I’m starting to see the appeal,” Marcus admitted. He climbed off Aiden’s lap and moved back to the other chair. He reached for his tea. It had gone cold.
“That’s good. It would be really weird to be stuck here if you hated it. I’d have to walk back and sleep at the bar,” Aiden joked.
“That’s ridiculous. I told you, you could just sleep here.
It’s probably worse out there now.” Marcus carefully stood up and went to the glass door that led to the tiny balcony.
He flipped on the balcony light. Ice was still coming down.
Little icicles were forming on the balcony railing.
He looked down at the empty street below.
Aiden picked up his phone. “Byrce lost power.”
“Oh, shit,” Marcus said. “We should plug in our phones. I think I have a power bank somewhere.” Marcus turned and picked up his phone from the table between the chairs. He plugged his phone in and held his hand out for Aiden’s phone.
“I have another cord in the bedroom, I’ll plug it in,” Marcus said.
“Do you mind if I shower?” Aiden asked. “I’d rather shower while there’s still hot water.”
“Oh yeah. Um, put your wet clothes in the washing machine, it’s in the closet outside the bathroom. I’ll get it started.”
Marcus went to the bedroom and plugged in Aiden’s phone.
Behind him, he heard Aiden disappear into the bathroom and return with the wet jeans and socks he had left in the tub.
He opened the closet and stuffed the clothes into the stacked washer/dryer.
He added his own wet clothes and started the machine.
While Aiden showered, Marcus combed the entire apartment for candles. He found four. It wasn’t as many as he had hoped, but he lit them all and scattered them across his apartment. He found a fully charged power bank that would give him a couple charges on his phone.
The lights flickered. Marcus held his breath and waited. The lights came back on.
Aiden was only wearing sweatpants when he stepped out of the bathroom.
“The shirt you gave me is, uh…” Aiden gestured to where the shirt had been used to wipe up a mess and discarded onto the floor.
“Sorry. I can get you another,” Marcus said.
He rose from the chair and went towards the bedroom, but stopped in front of Aiden.
Aiden’s body was warm and damp from the shower, and his skin was rosy.
Marcus stared, his eyes traveling down to where the waistband was low on Aiden’s hips.
Before he knew what he was doing, he reached out and pressed his fingertips into the taut flesh on Aiden’s belly.
Aiden’s tongue came out to lick his bottom lip.
“Sorry, I got distracted,” Marcus said, eyes and hand still glued to Aiden’s torso.
“I like being distracting,” Aiden said softly. Marcus pulled the waistband down another inch to see more. The lights went out. They froze.
“Shit,” Marcus cursed. The lights came back on.
“I’d better go shower too. It could go out for days,” Marcus said, apologetically.
“Can I wait in your bed?” Aiden asked. Marcus felt his dick try to thicken, despite having come twice in the last hour.
“Yeah. Maybe you don’t need a shirt,” Marcus teased, pulling on Aiden’s waistband. “Maybe you should go wait naked.”
“Yeah, okay,” Aiden breathed. His eyes looked glassy. Marcus remembered Aiden saying the cage kept him horny. He wondered what it would feel like to not get to come.
“You can get started without me, if you want,” Marcus teased again. “You know, as much as you can.” He ran his hand over the front of Aiden’s pants. Aiden made a small sound.
“You’re just as horny as you were when you walked in the door, aren’t you?” Marcus asked.
“It’s so much worse,” Aiden confessed.
“And if I fuck you?” Marcus asked.
“It won’t help. But I’ll love it.”