Chain Male (4 page)

Just to be sure, he rubbed his eyes and pinched himself hard. Jace's sunny apartment didn't fade to smoky darkness, so he decided he was okay. He ran a hand over Jace's face.

"You melted me."

"'What a world, what a world,'" Jace quoted in a screechy voice and kissed the laugh away from him. "That was the plan, sexy thing. You just rest. I'll get the goodies."

"Okay." Chad lay quietly on the couch, watching the dust motes dance in the gap between the curtains. Jace rattled and clanked and jingled in the spare room. He liked this. He wouldn't mind spending a lot of days just lazing around, having sex, eating. The unexamined life had its pleasures.

"We'll start easy." Jace spread a black velvet cloth on the coffee table. "Just drape your hand on the cloth there. Relax."

Chad let his wrist relax as his hand lay on the velvet. Jace snapped a couple pictures of the bracelet.

"I realized I didn't have a good Byzantine pic," Jace said. "You have really nice hands, manly but nicely shaped and not all battered like mine. You mind doing a couple more bracelets before we get to the fun stuff?"

"Not at all." Chad stayed comfortable while Jace draped his hand in mail and positioned it as he liked. He was ready for a nap and wasn't at all sure he could get hard enough to properly model Jace's more interesting work.

Jace kept talking, telling him about the events, about food and storytelling and the rows of booths where people sold stuff. Chad rested, letting Jace move his hand and arm as he needed. He could almost see all the things Jace was telling him about. He woke up suddenly, knowing he'd heard it all, but aware that the sun was in his eyes and Jace's tongue was in his mouth.

He smiled and kissed back.

"Thought that might wake you up. I finished a little bit ago, cleared everything away and nipped out to the grocery store for a couple of pizzas. Hope that's all right."

Chad kissed him again. "As long as there are more kisses, it's fine."

"All you want. You need a pop? I gotta caffeinate."

"Cola, if you have it." Chad watched Jace walk to the kitchen. The nap had helped and he was eager to get his hands on Jace's tempting ass.

"Always, baby." The word rolled off Jace's tongue with sweet ease, telling Chad he already thought of them as at least a temporary item. He set the bottle down on the coffee table and joined Chad on the sofa.

"So, what do I need for this thing? Should I go out and buy a Robin Hood costume?"

Jace laughed. "You have boots? Wear some non-jean pants and boots. I'll take care of the rest."

"Yeah. There's a pair in the back of the closet." This was better than he'd hoped. It wouldn't be a really expensive trip after all.

"What kind? Not cowboy I hope." Jace gave him a salacious eyebrow waggle and something that looked like a leer. "We'll see about spurs and whips later."

Chad, almost used to Jace's teasing, snickered at this instead of stuttering. "Hiking boots."

"They'll do. I have a pair of jackboots that look really good."

Chad thought about that and decided to keep it about clothes. "Hmm, maybe I need to go shopping."

Jace seemed disappointed about the lack of reaction. He leaned in closer. "Here, I thought you were a little on the kinky side."

Chad swallowed, the soda burning its way down. "In my fantasies, yes."

Jace leaned even closer, until Chad could feel his breath on his ear. His voice sounded soft and silky as he traced the edge of Chad's ear with his tongue. "Do you fantasize about boots like that?" He nipped Chad's earlobe. "I do. I imagine wearing them for a man who likes to lick them. I imagine him wearing them and letting me lick them, all the way up his legs."

Chad could do no more than whimper and nod at that image. He wanted to be the one licking Jace's boots. He wanted Jace to lick his, all the way up into one of those amazing, melting blowjobs.

Jace nipped his neck and then kissed it better. "But I think we need to work up to that. The first time you get to see them on me is as Olaf Ringstad, armorer."

Chad held him in, almost clinging to him. "Works for me."

Jace grinned. "You'll like Olaf, I think. Olaf, he likes his beer. He likes a good story and he likes a pretty sexy person in his bed. I got a little Viking tent and a rope bed that's big enough for two, so long as we're friendly."

"Friendly," Chad breathed. "Yeah. Cuddle nice and close."

Jace resettled them on the couch, into a more conventional cuddled. "My blue tunic with the gold embroidery will look great on you."

"You embroider?" Chad looked at him, surprised.

"Nah. Had it done. Looks terrific." Jace kissed his hair. "You might want a dark turtleneck to wear under it. I have a spare cloak, but layers never hurt. Here. I'll make you a list."

He cuddled Chad with one hand and scrawled a brief list on the back of an envelope with another. Chad tried to read it as he went. He tried remembering the last time he'd gone camping. His mom had packed him then, and been cranky that she'd never quite gotten all the mud stains out of his Cub Scout bandana.

"What time do you get off Friday?" Jace asked, handing him the list.

"Early. About four-thirty."

"I'll pick you up from the library, okay?"

"Perfect. How about an early dinner?" Chad suggested.

"Dinner?" Jace asked, licking one nipple then teasing it with his teeth. "Or should I have another snack?"

"Both?"

Jace grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that." This time, he took his time, licking and teasing his way down Chad's body. Chad's cock was happy to stand up and greet the kisses.

Jace pulled away, smiling. "You have the most beautiful cock. If you don't mind, I'm going to decorate it and shoot it before I finish this."

"Please," Chad said, unsure whether he meant for Jace to go ahead or to finish him.

Jace took it for consent and vanished. Chad lay quietly, barely breathing. The day had been a revelation to him and he wasn't ready to come off again. He wondered if Jace wanted to fuck him.

He decided he didn't mind. He enjoyed his toy at home, and it was bigger than Jace's cock. He looked up at the rattle of the plastic container and mail.

"Simple ring first," Jace said. He hooked a delicately wrought mail ring around Chad's cock. It fit snugly, but so lightly Chad almost couldn't feel it except as a mild constriction. He listened to the camera whir away, focusing on how it would feel when Jace did fuck him.

Jace's hands were back on his cock again. "This one is a little more complicated." The ring went around the base of his cock and balls, but also had a chain that came up between his balls, separating them. He thought it looked sexy and hoped the customers thought so, too.

The next one was a series of linked rings that slid over his cock, with one fastening very tightly just under the head. He watched the head turn red and harder than it had been.

Jace took note as well and set the camera aside. Chad felt his eyes roll back in his head when Jace licked the throbbing head right then and there, teasing enough to feel the prominent pulse with his tongue.

"Oh God," Chad groaned. "Gonna die."

"No, you aren't. You're just going to come." Jace sucked at the head for a moment and then undid all the loops much faster than Chad would have thought possible.

When Jace swallowed all of him, Chad did come, a long wrenching stream that felt drawn out of his toes and spine. He couldn't do anything but sprawl bonelessly on the couch and hope his skeleton re-calcified sometime before he had to be at work tomorrow.

Jace crawled up his body and lay half-atop him. "Ever think about coming out of the closet, pretty Jedi?" He kissed the spot behind Chad's ear where a Padawan braid would go.

"Every day." Chad sighed.

"It's not easy. It's not safe. But it is worth it." Jace kissed him long and slow. Chad felt like he could sprawl there forever, the couch lumpy in all the right places, Jace warm in his arms.

"I trust you," he said. "Help me try?" As soon as the word was out of his mouth, Chad closed his eyes. If Jace did a Yoda impression now...

Jace just kissed him in response.

Chad spent the days until class dreaming of the afternoon with Jace. They had shot more of the chain mail, enjoyed the pizza, and cuddled on the couch during a really awful sword and sorcery movie. Jace groaned here and there at the weaponry and armor, but seemed to enjoy it. Chad just enjoyed the cuddling.

He packed for the weekend, preparing to layer enough that he looked like the kid in
A Christmas Story,
unable to put his arms down. The fetish sale modeling worried him a little, but he trusted Jace to not get him into something awful.

They had coffee after class, Jace groaning over the B he'd made on the last test. "When I'm paying out of my own pocket, I want to make all As."

Chad understood that. He followed Jace back to the Beetle and let him steal a kiss.

"See you Friday?"

"Four-thirty. I'm already packed."

Jace laughed. "Yeah, me, too."

When Jace pulled up at four-thirty on Friday, Chad saw why that had not been an exaggeration. The little beetle was packed to the roof and pulling a trailer. Chad hoped there would be room for his little bag.

"Hey, cutie," Jace called out the open window. "You ready for a big adventure?"

The more he thought about this, the worse the idea seemed. "I guess." Chad didn't move to get into the car. There was going to be too much noise and too many people, and it wouldn't be like his nice quiet library or the nice quiet apartments.

"Then get in. We're going for a ride."

Chad steeled himself and climbed in. A weekend with Jace. How bad could it be? He could always hide in the tent if he had to. The car was really packed and he had to fold up a little more than usual. The seat wouldn't scoot all the way back.

"Careful there. Sorry you have to ride with my tools under your feet and your bag in your lap." Jace gave him a smile. "One of these days I'll get a pickup."

"Yeah? That'd help a lot."

"What I really want is a vardo. But my persona's all wrong."

"A what?"

"A vardo. A gypsy wagon. Be really nice for those rainy events. But I'm Norse, not Roma, so it's not in character for me to have one."

"Where is this thing?"

"Not far. Just out at Schumer's campground."

Chad relaxed a little. The campground wasn't far out of town. He wouldn't be lost in the woods with a bunch of lunatics. If things got too bad, he could call a cab and go home. He looked at Jace. He hoped he wouldn't have to.

"We do a lot of events there. The Schumers like us because we pay well and clean up afterward." Jace took them out of town on the highway. "Now the fun starts. We'll pay at the troll-booth, pick out a site, and pitch camp."

Chad nodded, enjoying the ride. The late sun slanted through the trees. He hoped they'd make the campground soon and that the tents would go up easily. The sun set at about six-fifteen.

"You got any questions about this? You okay with doing modeling for the late night sale? You're gonna be so cute everyone is going to want a chain mail G-string."

"I might need a blindfold for that late night modeling. Is that all right?"

Jace bit his lower lip. "Guh. Sexy. It's more than all right. Hey, we're here."

They took the exit and Jace pulled into the campground driveway, following a sign that said "troll."

He parked and got out. Chad followed him, leaving the bag in the car. At a little tent, Jace signed a roster and showed a card and his ID to the lady in the long green dress and wimple.

Chad looked at the man in the black tunic. "What do you need?"

The man pointed to a laminated sheet. Chad wasn't a member so he had to fill out six different waivers and forms. He paid his forty dollars and flexed his cramped writing hand.

"All set?" Jace asked.

Chad nodded. "At least they're thorough."

"They gotta be. This is a contact sport. People can die, and the corporation doesn't want to pay anything, being nonprofit and all. Let's pitch.

They drove the beetle to a site near several other merchants. "I always say I'm going to get away earlier, and I always end up pitching in the dark," Jace grumbled.

He yanked six long boards from the trailer. "Get the red and black canvas, there, babe," he said as he laid out the boards. "Spread it between the boards." He went back into the trailer for three long poles.

Chad watched as he threaded a pole through a sleeve on one side of the canvas and followed his lead on the other side. Jace ran a third pole down the middle and pulled a couple of eyebolts from his pocket. He ran them through grommets in the canvas and into the middle pole, and threaded ropes through them.

"All right, get the poles into the holes on the board. Put the middle one through both boards," he added, doing just that on his end.

Chad did. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but it looked like he had it right.

"Lift the middle pole up. Way up."

The tent popped into existence almost magically, the wood and canvas straightening into a nice triangle that looked like a giant pup tent, with boards on it.

"Hold it steady." Jace vanished a minute and Chad felt the vibrations of him doing something. "All right, you should have a board with two holes. Use it to make the base of a triangle," he called. "Then throw the ropes in through the little vent at the top of the tent."

Chad slid the board onto the bottom poles. The sun was vanishing rapidly. He threw in the ropes and felt Jace tug them. In a moment, he saw the stake-loop poking out the bottom.

"Plant the stake in front of the board and just outside the poles. Helps keep it steady."

Chad stomped the stakes into the ground and hooked the ropes over. They had a tent. He had a refuge.

Jace planted and lit a couple of tiki torches and set out the poles and canvas for the shade. Chad watched, amazed at Jace's packing skills and speed.

He held poles while Jace guyed them down. It was full dark before they had the shade up. Jace hung lanterns with candles in them in the shade and started assembling tables from oddly shaped pieces of plywood.