[Siren Sensations ManLove: Alternative Contemporary Consensual BDSM, MM, bondage, light spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Fen’s enjoying settling into married life with Joel in their new house. Despite getting their happily ever after, there’s still a shadow darkening Fen’s soul. But between taking up a new hobby, a weekend getaway to visit his bestie, and a drunken pole-dancing contest to keep him busy, there’s also the unsettled matter of his ghost…
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
Joel didn’t need any better reason to say fuck it to everything late that Friday afternoon and cut out early than the thought of getting a nearly private pole dance performance from his boy. He helped Barney finish the last job of the day first, though, and it gave him enough time to run by home on his way to the studio so he could grab a quick shower.
Normally, he and Scrye wouldn’t be able to have fun like this at the studio. But since the other yoga class scheduled that evening would be over before June was ready to call an end to her private lesson with Fen, they’d basically have the place to themselves.
Despite the way his morning had started, Joel had spent the better part of the day fighting against the semi-chub wanting to form every time he thought about watching Fen’s video last night.
He loved watching Fen anyway—his boy had a naturally fluid way about him. Joel could sit there at home and watch him going about his day, fascinated by him.
Fascinated by every damn thing about the man.
The first time he’d laid eyes on Fen he’d wondered how the hell he’d even be able to hug him, much less play with him, without harming him. He’d had no idea then how tough Fen really was.
He’d quickly learned.
His phone buzzed, but he waited until he’d hit a red light to check it and found a message from Maddison.
I haz idea for next weekend, big guy. :)
He texted her back.
He couldn’t check his phone again until after he’d pulled into their driveway. When he read it, he started chuckling, which turned into full-on belly laughs.
Damn, the girl’s tricky.
After texting her back that he was totally in favor of her slightly evil plan, he headed inside to grab his shower.
Next Saturday night, his boy would definitely be swearing at him and Maddison both, but unless Fen safeworded, Joel knew he and Maddison would definitely be having fun. Although her fun would be more of the vicarious evil bestie flavor.
After grabbing his shower, Joel headed for the studio. There were only six cars parked outside, including Fen’s car and Scrye’s truck. There was no one in the lobby, and he stopped outside the doorway of a small studio where there were three students and an instructor he assumed was May.
“Are you Fen’s husband?” the instructor asked.
She smiled and pointed. "Second door down on the right, go down that hallway to the last studio and then through the door in there.”
He made his way through the maze and finally opened the door to the tail end of seeing Fen gracefully spinning around a pole under June’s supervision, settling on the floor as the music ended.
Scrye turned. “Oh, hey. Look who’s here.”
Joel’s throat had dried up, and it was a good thing it was only the three of them in there because his sudden, throbbing erection had shoved the front of his shorts out.
June walked over to shut off the music. “Come on in.”
Scrye chuckled. “Heh. He’s speechless.”
Fen smiled and pulled himself to his feet, using the pole. “Hey, you made it.” He walked over to kiss him hello.
Joel closed the door behind him and kept his voice down as he pulled Fen’s hand onto the front of his shorts. “You might not make it as far as the car before I’m nailing you, baby.”
June giggled. “We got you a chair so you and Daddy can sit and watch. May and her students will be out of here in about fifteen minutes. Then we can lock the front door and lock ourselves in here for the fun.” She turned to Fen. “One more time? Or you want a few minutes to rest?”
“To rest, and hit the bathroom.” He pecked Joel on the lips again and, with a playful smile, slipped out of the studio door.
Joel turned to Scrye. “Okay, I’m going to need help putting that pole in as soon as it arrives next week.”
Another deep laugh from the bear of a man. “Buddy, I’ll help you put in your pole, and you help me put in mine.” Scrye pulled June to him for a kiss, landing a hard smack on her ass that made her softly moan. “Because I know ours is going to get a lot of use.”
“You ain’t the only one,” Joel said.
* * * *
Fen nervously splashed water on his face after using the bathroom and washing his hands.
He knew, logically, that Joel would not make fun of him or laugh at him in a mean way. Except he didn’t want to disappoint his man.
Really didn’t want to disappoint him.
Of course he understood this was pressure he was placing on himself and not anything that was Joel’s doing, but it didn’t change how he felt in that particular moment.
And this was…big. For him, anyway.
If they were just at home screwing around, it wouldn’t be the same level of pressure. Obviously Scrye wouldn’t make fun of him, either.
He wanted to make Joel proud of him in front of an audience. Didn’t matter it was only Scrye and June and they were both friends of theirs.
Still mattered, to Fen.
After refilling his water bottle he returned to the studio to find Scrye and Joel sitting in chairs in the back of the room.
June smiled. “Ready for more practice?”
He nervously nodded.
She scowled. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Nothing. I’m good.”
“You sure? Is Scrye being here making you nervous?”
“Baby.” Fen looked up at Joel’s tone and found his husband crooking a finger at him.
Fen walked over and Joel took his hands. “What’s wrong?” Joel softly asked.
He stared into Joel’s blue eyes and knew he couldn’t fib and say nothing was wrong. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Joel squeezed his hands. “You can never disappoint me. This is supposed to be fun. I want you to have fun. I want to see the sexy guy I watched on the video last night enjoying himself. This isn’t about life and death—it’s dancing. Just have fun.” He tugged Fen’s hands to get him to lean in for a kiss. “Okay?”
“Good. And even if you were blindfolded and half drunk and trying to do this, I’d still enjoy watching you.” He grinned. “That outfit is hot.” He gave Fen one last kiss. “Go have fun. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Fen returned to the pole he’d been using and stretched.
June headed over to restart the music. “Ready?”
“Yes, ma’am. I guess so.” He focused on the pole in front of him and tried not to stare at Joel in the mirrors despite feeling his husband’s heated gaze squarely on him.
Joel’s cock twitched as he carried his delicious hubby through the house. His original plan had been to make it through dinner before tackling him, but that plan went out the window after watching that video of him.
Fen was one sexy, bendy boy.
And Fen was allll his.
Every essential-oil-diffusing, yoga-doing, Broadway-show-tune-singing, cast-iron-skillet-swinging ounce of him.
Joel wouldn’t have him any other way or change a damn thing about him, either.
Not even that one hard limit of Fen’s.
Their sex life was far from boring, even without anal sex being part of the buffet.
Thank you for every stupid fucker he met before me who didn’t appreciate what they had with him.
Well, every stupid fucker except the one who’d hurt Fen in the first place and triggered the hard limit to begin with.
In their bathroom, he peeled Fen’s tank top off him and tossed it to the floor. He loved running his hands over his guy’s skin, how soft he felt, loved how he always smelled like something fruity or tropical, depending on what Sephora product he’d used that day. Today was vanilla and peaches, and it made Joel want to lick him from head to toe and back up again.
He could even see the outline of Fen’s hard cock through his clingy shorts. “Hope you aren’t popping wood like that in yoga class,” he teased. “I might get jealous.” He reached up and lightly tugged on the stainless steel chainmaille necklace Fen wore as his day collar.
“No, Master. That’s totally for you.” He looked up at Joel with those sweet brown eyes of his. In this light, he could pick out the amber flecks in them. “I was the only guy in class today. But I think I gave the other five women a show.” He thought about it and grinned. “Well, Scrye was there for the pole dancing part, and he said watching me made him kind of hot, but I think June’s getting plowed there later tonight.”
Joel chuckled. “Lucky I know Scrye’s straight and only has eyes for June. I don’t care about people looking, as long as they aren’t looking too hard, or touching.” He slid his hands around Fen’s back, down to his ass, squeezing his cheeks and grinding against him.
Fen helped him peel off his work shirt before Joel’s lips crashed onto Fen’s. Then they were dropping shorts, briefs, stumbling into their large shower, which had been one of the selling points for them when they bought the house.
That, and the large soaking tub in the master bathroom.
Both had seen plenty of bath-time sexy-time action.
“Grab the lube,” Joel mumbled against Fen’s lips while reaching behind him to wrench the water on.
Fen grabbed the bottle from the shelf in the back corner. “How you want me, Sir?” He blinked those sweet amber-brown eyes and long eyelashes at him.
Joel twirled his finger. “You know how I want you, baby.”
Fen’s sexy smile made Joel’s cock twitch even harder as he turned and bent over.
Joel drizzled lube down the seam of Fen’s ass, then wedged his cock between his cheeks, using his hands to press them together. Meanwhile, Fen braced himself against the wall to keep from getting shoved head first into it.
It did not escape Joel’s notice that Fen didn’t tense up while Joel did this, either. Fen knew Joel wasn’t going to try to sneak anal into the mix. In their early days together, Fen was only comfortable letting him do this while on top and able to control the angle and speed.
But Joel had painstakingly built Fen’s trust. No fucking way would he ever break that bond between them by being so stupid as to cross his hard limit.
“Mmmm, baby,” he groaned as he slowly ground against Fen. “Thinking of your gorgeous body twirling around a pole does really evil things to my cock.”
Fen cast him a sultry smile over his shoulder. “Maybe June will let me give you a private show, Master.”
“Fuuuuuck!” He thrust faster, squeezing Fen’s ass cheeks even tighter together as he did. At this rate, he’d be exploding in seconds.
It didn’t matter that they’d been together for several months already—Joel never grew tired of having his guy, especially like this.
The positional permutation didn’t matter to him, honestly.
All that mattered was how freely his boy gave himself to Joel.
Joel chased his orgasm, quickly catching up with it. His balls tightened and he let out a grunt as his cock exploded. He painted Fen’s ass with ropes of cum as he fell still and reached out an arm to brace himself against the wall.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “I cannot believe how sexy that was.” He looped his other arm around Fen’s waist and pulled him up, pressing his body against Joel’s. “Give me a minute, baby, and I’ll take care of you.”
Fen turned in his embrace, draping his arms around Joel’s neck and his body writhing against Joel’s. His hard cock pressed against Joel’s abs. “Maybe we should look into installing one of those poles in the spare bedroom.”
Joel knew exactly which bedroom Fen meant—the one they’d equipped with a touch lock and told everyone was their home office.
The bedroom that contained a folding spanking bench and held Joel’s toybag and rope bag. The same bedroom that also had hard-points in the ceiling.
“Hmm. That’s a definite maybe. Let’s see how your lessons go.” He spun Fen around again, his back pressed against Joel’s chest, so he could wrap his fingers around Fen’s cock. Fen reached up and locked his hands around the back of Joel’s neck to hold on and keep them out of Joel’s way, the way Fen knew he loved.
Fen tipped his head back against Joel’s shoulder, and his body gave a sexy little shudder. Even his voice sounded throaty, needy. “I love the feel of your hands on my cock, Master.”
Joel slowly squeezed it before taking a slow stroke. “I love stroking your cock, baby. Love having you beg me for it.”
Fen shuddered again, rubbing his body against Joel’s. “I imagined I was giving you a private, in-person dance,” he said. “Having you sitting right there and watching me, your cock getting hard for me.”
Joel kissed his way up Fen’s shoulder. “That would be sexy as hell. Maybe we will need to look into installing one of those poles. I think renting private time at June’s studio all the time would put me into the poor house.”
He nibbled Fen’s neck behind his ear and slowly stroked his cock down to the head, gently squeezing it before pumping him again. “And if that was the kind of performance you could put on with only a little instruction and wearing yoga pants, I can’t imagine how fucking hot you’re gonna look after you’ve had several lessons and much skimpier clothes.”
Fen ground his hips against Joel’s. “Imagine me doing it in a G-string for you.”
“Oh, fuck, baby.” Joel’s cock twitched against Fen’s ass as he jacked his boy’s cock. Fen was twenty-seven to Joel’s thirty-nine, which worked in Joel’s favor. He had all sorts of ways of getting his boy off.
The no-anal sex rule actually worked in Joel’s favor. His boy wasn’t expecting him to need to be hard every time they had sex.
It also meant sex wouldn’t get boring anytime soon.
Slicking pre-cum down Fen’s cock added an extra bit of glide to his grip and drew another moan out of Fen.
Joel straightened and turned, his back to the wall and leaning against it, freeing his other hand to reach between Fen’s legs and play with his balls as he stroked Fen’s cock with the other.
Never in his life had Joel been with someone like Fen. Not even meaning the sexy times—it was the emotions, the deep, soul-level connection they had. Every day with him only got better and better.
He nuzzled Fen’s ear. “You gonna come for me, baby?” He cupped Fen’s sac in one hand, increased the speed and pressure of his strokes on Fen’s cock with the other.
“I want to, Master,” he gasped in that sweet, needy way he had when he was oh, so damn close to coming for him.
Keeping his boy safe and happy were his two main priorities. He wasn’t some asshole interested in denying Fen anything.
Fuck anyone who thought he was Mastering wrong—this was his boy, his husband, his life. If he wanted to feel Fen’s cum squirting through his fingers while listening to the sweet way he moaned his way through his orgasms, he damn sure would do it.