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“Arm wrestle me.”
Seb flexed his biceps as he walked over to the kitchen counter from his sprawl on the couch, and Hammer took his own shirt off in reply, patting at the little thing in his pocket that the bet was going to be about. “What’s the bet?” Seb asked, scratching at his chest.
Hammer’s gaze roved over Seb’s bare chest and arms before he met Seb’s eyes. Fuck, he'd barely made two minutes before Seb had gone and reminded him why Hammer had been in such a hurry to get home. He needed to speak to Seb about the last week, and the last month, and the last fucking year that Seb hadn’t been sleeping with anyone but Hammer. Even thinking about it made Hammer dizzy, so he was going to wait until he didn’t feel like passing out to bring it up, or maybe until Seb was out of his mind, yeah, that was a better idea.
“What did you order for dessert?” Hammer asked instead, and Seb raised an eyebrow when Hammer didn’t answer what the bet was about. Seb was sure to have eaten a dessert and a half, and had likely left the half for Hammer, who liked dessert, but not as much as Seb, which worked out great for the two of them.
“There’s butterscotch cake in the fridge.” Butterscotch was Hammer’s favourite.
Hammer crossed the room in two quick strides, unable to bear being away from Seb for another second. His hand was gripping Seb’s jaw before he knew it, and he pulled Seb’s face forward to crush their mouths together. Hammer had all this aggression about the fucking Pinterest board with nowhere sensible to put it. No, he wasn't angry at Seb, not really, maybe a little, but Seb was here, smiling at Hammer, broad shoulders and warm hands and smelling faintly of butterscotch cake, and Hammer wasn't picky about whether the feeling came out as Hammer fucking Seb or the other way round.
Suddenly impatient to get to that part of the evening, Hammer dropped the cock cage he had gone halfway across the city for before coming back home from brunch with Seb’s ma onto the counter. “Loser gets to wear it.”
“Did you pick it because it’s the same colour as my eyes, Hammy?” Seb teased, picking up the cage and examining it, a little sheen in his eyes when Hammer nodded. Seb loved it when Hammer did anything remotely sentimental. “How long are we wearing it?”
“A week,” Hammer latched onto the soft spot of skin below the hinge of Seb’s jaw, the spot that made Seb’s cock twitch against Hammer’s thigh wedged between his legs, “but either way, you won’t be coming the whole time.” Seb liked sex games almost as much as he liked winning them, and this one had enough of a twist wrapped around the cage to be irresistible.
“Hammy!” Seb pulled back, his lips curling into a salacious little grin, proving Hammer right, “What’s the point then?”
“The point?” Hammer rumbled, his hands finding their way to Seb’s biceps, squeezing at the firm muscle beneath his palms. There was something about the shape of them that Hammer could recognise from a hundred feet away, a thousand feet. Seb’s shoulders made his cock twitch from the sight of them, in the light of Seb’s smile across a room, under the bright lights of an arena, on either side of the blinding grin now directed at Hammer from up close. “The point of the bet is to see if only I can come, or if neither of us can.”
Seb and Hammer had played games like this before, but they'd always lasted a day or two at most, never for as long as a week. Between hockey, teammates, family, and the other people they were fucking, life had rarely left enough room to drag physical denial out that long.
“Deal,” Seb said, taking his pants off before walking around the kitchen counter, making sure to give Hammer a nice view of his ass on the way. It was one of Seb’s best qualities, only second to Seb’s smile, and those uncomfortable boxers Seb insisted on wearing were the only clothes they didn’t share. “Let’s get you in the cage, Hammy.”
Hammer almost wanted Seb to win, if only to see Seb’s eyes right next to Hammer’s cock in the cage as Seb licked at Hammer’s balls, to check if he’d gotten the exact shade right, but only almost, though, because Hammer also desperately wanted to win.
“No fucking way”, Hammer laughed, placing his elbow on the counter and opening his hand, “I’m looking forward to seeing you all pent up and squirmy as you warm my cock, Seb.” Hammer felt so greedy that even winning Seb was not enough, and that he needed to ensure a little shutout to remind himself that Seb belonged to Hammer.
Seb gave his cock a quick stroke before clasping Hammer’s hand, squeezing tight to let Hammer know he was ready. A little bit of precum slicked the lines between their palms, and Hammer suppressed the urge to draw his hand back for a quick moment to lick it. There would be time enough for that soon.
Hammer and Seb had resolved a great many disputes with a good arm wrestle, including whether they would buy this house in the first place and whether they would keep Hammer’s favourite couch, even though Seb thought it was a little wonky, and whether Seb could hang a really ugly painting above the aforementioned couch.
“On my count,” Seb shook his head like one of those wrestlers he liked to watch, pushing himself up on his free arm and across the table to press a chaste kiss on Hammer’s lips. He slid back before Hammer could react, smirking at the dazed look he left behind.
“One.” Hammer had lost enough bets to know Seb considered distracting him a perfectly legitimate strategy, so he forced himself to focus. “Two.” Seb looked happiest when Hammer gave him a proper challenge anyway. “Three.”
Seb and Hammer were pretty evenly matched, with Hammer’s arm strength more than capable of competing with Seb’s massive biceps. Their joined hands stayed more or less in the middle as they fought for victory, and Hammer scooted closer, catching Seb’s eye, and Seb answered with a grunt as they both threw everything they had into it.
Hammer knew every callus on Seb's palm, from the hockey sticks, from the weights they trained with, that one gash from when it had been cut open by an asshole who had fought skates up, and from endless tinkering around the house with things Seb refused to admit he didn’t know how to fix.
“Hammy.” Seb made a low sound of effort, and for a second, Hammer thought that Seb was about to pull ahead, and answered by leaning in closer. Seb’s grin cracked, effort breaking through the amusement, and Hammer could feel victory calling to him from a distance.
Hammer wanted to see Seb’s eyes glint in the morning light, the cage catching the sunlight on Seb’s beautiful cock, until he couldn’t tell if it was Seb’s eyes reflecting blue or the cage itself, until all he could see was Seb’s smile, all just for Hammer, who would hoard it like a dragon that hoarded everything Seb gave him in his pile of gold.
“Sebby.” Hammer dug his elbow harder into the counter as their hands shifted slightly in his favour, and smiled brightly at Seb, not above using a little advantage himself. Their forearms shook, and Seb’s grip tightened, but Hammer breathed and pushed, and breathed and pushed once again, and one well-timed shove tilted Seb’s arm a fraction more.
Hammer didn’t let up.
Seb’s wrist hit the counter a few seconds later, and Hammer held it there for a moment before easing it back slowly, bending down to feather a kiss on the back of Seb’s hand. Only then did Hammer grin, bright and unhelpful and smug, and he walked around the table to pepper more kisses on Seb’s pouting face.
‘I’m hard as fuck,’ Seb admitted, nipping at Hammer’s lips, and they both looked down at Seb’s hard cock, steel in Seb’s grip, “so one for the road?”
“The bet was that loser gets the cage,” Hammer said, pulling at Seb’s wrists until they draped over Hammer’s shoulders, and rubbed the pad of his thumb over one of Seb’s pert nipples, the other hand drifting down for a few rough tugs on Seb’s hard cock, ”wasn’t it, Seb?”
Hammer grabbed Seb’s balls hard and swatted them with the hand that had been playing with Seb’s pec. Seb jerked, trying to get away from the pain, but he couldn’t move more than a few inches away from Hammer’s hand that tightened on his balls. “Fuck, Hammy.”
Hammer rubbed a finger soothingly behind the balls he held securely and waited for Seb to calm down. He could admit in hindsight that doling out a little pain was not the best way to get Seb soft enough for the cage, because Seb had once come just from Hammer slapping his cock.
Seb did like Hammer a little mean.
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Seb loved it when Hammer was a little mean.
He didn’t understand why Hammer had stopped, because Hammer only needed to bring his hand down one more time, and Seb knew he could come. He was already worked up from the arm wrestle, and Hammer looked unfairly hot today, his hair windblown from the cab as though he’s cajoled the driver into driving with his windows down and that infuriatingly sexy smile on his face, the hair trail disappearing beneath his waistband that Seb couldn’t wait to lick in a minute, right after he came from Hammer’s hands, the pleasure sure to outweigh the pain.
Did Hammer think Seb needed soothing? They had a safe word, and Seb knew how to use it, and Hammer knew that. “I’m so fucking green,” Seb whispered into Hammer’s mouth, chasing Hammer’s mouth from where Hammer was frozen in thought. “What are you waiting for?”
“We need to get this pretty thing soft, don’t we?” Yes, an orgasm would do that, if only Hammer would get on with it. “Can you take it?” Take what? “I know it’ll be a lot, but it’ll feel better soon.” What would be a lot?
“Fucking do something.” Seb bit Hammer on the beautiful curve of his neck where it met the shoulder, digging his teeth in, only to suck on the indents of his own teeth, and Hammer finally continued the swats to his balls, and one particularly tight slap to his cock to stave off an orgasm. Hammer loved Seb raw and a little desperate, so Seb breathed in his complaints right against Hammer’s skin as he pushed his hips into Hammer’s hand, seeking more and more and more, even as he protested. “Please, Hammy.”
“How about some ice?” What about ice? “We should have some in the freezer.” They did have ice, but for what? “Wait here,” Hammer said, as if Seb would go anywhere, and hurried over to the fridge. Hammer reached back into the freezer and pulled a bag of ice out to dangle in the air, his face lighting up. Oh no, no, no. Seb felt his eyes widen as Hammer wrapped the bag in a thin kitchen towel and made his way back to Seb.
“What—” Seb swallowed, his cock throbbing in pace with his heartbeat. “Fucking seriously?”
“It’ll go away soon, hm?” Hammer motioned for Seb to open his legs, and looked down lovingly at how red Seb’s cock had gotten. “Ready?”
Was he ready? Seb fiddled with the cage, locking and unlocking the padlock to make sure it worked the way it should. Seb wanted this so bad, he did, and let his gaze travel down to Hammer’s rock-hard cock straining against his pants. “Do it quick.”
Hammer pressed the ice along the underside of Seb’s cock and against his balls. Seb scrunched his face tight and whined high in the back of his throat, watching Hammer watch Seb shake through it, transfixed on the way that Seb’s body curved, and maybe Seb arched a little extra for Hammer’s benefit, arm locked behind Hammer’s to keep the ice pressed against his cock.
Hammer soon sank to his knees in front of Seb, dropped the ice and held his hand out for the cage. He worked quickly, gently pulling Seb’s balls through the ring, then slipping his cock into the cage and clicking the lock shut. Seb knew his mouth was hanging open, already a little out of it before they had even begun. He loved it when they played games, the idea of it as intoxicating as the game itself, and he needed it after the stress of the weekend. Seb loved that Hammer knew what Seb needed without needing to ask, and that Hammer needed the same thing. A wave of gratitude passed over Seb. “Thanks, Hammy.”
Hammer’s arms circled the back of Seb’s thighs, forearms locking so there was no room for escape, and swallowed Seb whole. Fucking fuck, he pressed his tongue flat through the opening at the tip, and huffed in as though he was trying to drown himself in Seb’s scent. The cage was small enough to fit without becoming painful, and Seb threaded his fingers through Hammer’s hair to pull him up, but Hammer clamped down, a hint of teeth through the slots in the cage in warning. Seb knew what it meant, and Seb knew what to say if he really wanted to break free, but he didn’t want to.
“Holy fuck, oh fuck,” Seb gasped when Hammer laved at Seb’s balls that were brushing at his chin, his cock small enough in the cage for Hammer to reach them easily. “Hammy,” Seb whined, tugging at Hammer’s hair, urging him for mercy, and his hips moved back, but Hammer’s grip was tight, and he followed and sucked until Seb’s fists loosened and breathing slowed down back to normal before releasing Seb’s cock with a pop.
“Love how you taste, Sebby,” Hammer said, nibbling at Seb’s thigh and rubbing his hands on the back of Seb’s thighs, the words staggered between bites. Ah, Seb was finally going to get fucked, and he couldn’t wait. “I’m going to fuck you, but,” But? Why was there a fucking but? “But I think we need to talk first.”
Seb blinked down at Hammer. Fucking what?