Crystal Cage Rebels 4

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The stew was delicious. Best food I’d had in a long time; far better than the slop they served on the empire airship.

While I ate, Pete explained a bit more about my situation. I had a decision to make: get dropped off at the nearest free city, or join the rebels’ cause. Either way, they wouldn’t be able to free me. I'd remain trapped in my lockgem until they eventually - hopefully - managed to run another raid on the empire. Successfully. On the correct ship.

“What do you think I should do?” I asked.

Pete considered for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again.

“What?” I pressed.

“It’s just… what I think you should do and what I want you to do are two different things.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Stay,” he whispered softly. He glanced away.

We sat on the edge of his bed, our legs dangling freely. An empty bowl of stew remained in my hands. “Pete…”

“Sorry. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but-”

“It’s okay,” I interrupted. “It’s not like I have anyone to return to. Besides, I enjoy your company. Truly.”

Pete looked back at me, smiling uneasily. “So then…?”

“I’ll stay,” I said firmly.

Tourmaline let out an audible sigh of relief, paired with a wide grin. “I’m glad to have you, Jack. It’ll be refreshing to have a new face around here. Especially someone with similar interests.” He placed a hand on my thigh, something far more forward than I expected from him. I saw him in a new light suddenly. Those eyes, they seemed to be longing for something.

Similar interests? What did he mean by that? I ran through all the things I’d shared in our brief interactions leading up to this point. Nothing really stood out in my mind. Unless… he did perk up when I confessed I enjoyed getting bred by Captain Prase. Which meant… was Tourmaline into guys? Into… me?

I could feel my heart beating faster. I reached out and rested my hand on top of his. We stared into each other’s eyes. There was a deep-rooted fear there. Fear of rejection. Paired with it was an even stronger desire for something more. I took a deep breath, praying I was reading the signs right. Then I leaned forward and kissed him.

To my relief, Pete kissed me back. His other hand reached up to caress my face; his gentle touch traced my chin before he reached behind and ran his fingers through my hair.

I let the empty bowl clatter to the floor, putting my hand on the back of his neck in turn. Our faces were one, sealed by a passionate, steamy kiss that I never wanted to end. I opened my mouth slightly, daring him to enter.

Tourmaline took the opening, forcing his tongue inside. I gasped, filled with lust more strongly than ever before. More than my days back on the farm. More than my time on the empire’s airship. I wanted every inch of Pete.

I pushed my tongue against his, desperate for more. I shoved him backward onto the bed, climbing over him. He shimmied over so I could more easily straddle him. I sat on top of him, still kissing, my hands explored his body while his explored mine. Pete went for my chest, feeling the muscle, squeezing my pecs. I had other plans.

I traced his chest briefly, then my hands went right to the hem of his shirt. I lifted it up, forcing us to separate from our kiss as I pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

“Jack,” he breathed. His face was red, but he was all smiles.

I leaned over and kissed him again. Then I kissed his neck. Then his chest, slowly working my way down his body with small, gentle pecks.

“Jack,” he said again. His tone was different this time. “Hold on.”

“Shhhh,” I hushed, digging my fingers into the waistband of his pants. I kissed just below his stomach next. I could feel myself straining in the lockgem, desperate for any sort of stimulation. I knew it wouldn’t come, not in the traditional way. So I tugged on his pants, yanking them down to his knees, hungry for his cock. Instead, I was met with a bright blue lockgem.

“I tried to explain,” he muttered. I could tell without looking at him that he was embarrassed.

It was my fault really. Pete told me about the crew’s arrangement. About the two week shifts, how he was trapped in his lockgem until noon tomorrow. “Sorry,” I said. Pete’s gem was glowing bright, almost blindingly so. I smirked despite the awkward situation, glad to know he was enjoying this as much as I was.

“It’s okay,” he said. He tried to reassure me, but we both knew there wasn’t much you could do between two locked men. Still, there had to be something. An idea formed in my head.

“Pete. Tourmaline. Sorry, I still don’t know what to call you.” I could feel myself rambling to fill the nervous space in the air. “You get out tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. But how does that help us now?”

“Let me build the anticipation for you then. Really give you something to look forward to.” I bit my lower lip, looking up at him from the foot of his bed. My fingers were still in his waistband, which was still at his knees. I gave it a soft tug, waiting for his approval.

Pete grinned. “Alright” he said. “Oh, and Jack? Out there, call me Captain. But in here, you can call me anything you like.” Then he lifted his feet, letting me pull his pants the rest of the way off in one go. I stared at his body for just a moment, then hurriedly stripped down on the bed. It wasn’t very graceful, but soon enough we were both naked in the captain’s tiny bed.

“Okay, Petey,” I teased. I climbed back up and kissed him again. Our naked bodies intertwined on the mattress, hands touching skin, grabbing, groping each other, feeling anywhere and everywhere within reach. My hand grazed his thigh. His squeezed my ass. We got lost exploring each other’s bodies, enjoying an intimate connection we never thought we’d find.

Neither of us were able to cum, but that didn’t stop us from enjoying ourselves. Suffice it to say, we didn’t get much sleep that night.