You Listened
Two guys get together for some masturbatory fun in a way that both of them can enjoy. <3
This vignette was written for Ebni as his patreon flash fiction reward for the month of December 2018. It contains M/M masturbation involving a pair of consenting adults. :3
You Listened
"Hey, I'm Jay."
The lynx pulled off his gloves as he spoke, but paused before extending a hand and instead simply slipped his gloves into his jacket pockets. The younger guy standing in the apartment doorway gave a grateful smile, nodded, and without a word gestured for him to come in.
"Can I get you a drink? I have... b-beer, or cider, or... or soda?"
Jay chose a soda, and before long they found themselves in the living room of the tuxedo cat's apartment. It was a little sparse, but only in the way that suggested to Jay that this was probably the other feline's first time living on his own. He certainly didn't look many years out of college, if he was even done with it yet. The couch was comfortable enough though, and the TV both large and high quality enough that when the movie started up, Jay could tell it was a Blu-ray edition rather than being streamed or played from a DVD.
Having already set his coat aside, Jay sat in a t-shirt and jeans beside the cat, himself wearing a hooded sweater and sweat pants. It had been cold outside, but the apartment's heating had obviously been cranked up. It wasn't long before Jay could tell that the other man was feeling the heat, and after taking another sip of his cool soda, and reaching into the bowl of chips that had been set down between them, he whispered to the cat over the movie.
"You can get more comfortable, if you like."
The cat's eyes widened, and for a moment Jay thought that he'd somehow offended or overstepped a boundary. But not long after, the fear in that gaze dissipated somewhat, the cat nodded, and rather awkwardly pulled his hoodie up and off his body, revealing a rather lean, scrawny torso below it before his t-shirt tumbled back down to cover it again.
"I might get a little more comfortable too, if you don't mind."
The movie had maybe been going for twenty minutes when Jay casually dropped that comment, and no sooner had the cat glanced at him, swallowed thickly and nodded, the lynx reached down and began to unfasten his belt, pulling his jeans down and off, and casting them aside in a heap on the floor close by. He stretched out his bare legs, and raised his arms in an additional and entirely unnecessary stretch so that the cat could see his boxer-briefs. He saw the other man's eyes dart towards them, then away again, face burning crimson beneath his fur. After that, Jay knew that it was time to put things into motion.
It didn't take much for the lynx to get hard, just a few correctly placed thoughts to start his crotch swelling, his boxer-briefs tenting. He made no effort to hide his arousal, but equally he didn't draw attention to it with words or any gestures. He simply let the tuxedo cat glance over and see it, then look again, and again, and again, until not only was the cat spending more time staring at his crotch than the movie, but also until Jay could see a second tent forming in the crotch of the cat's own lower garments.
Neither one of them reacted to the other's arousal, at least not in any way beyond obviously looking at it and not freaking out or apologising for their own state of excitement. For another ten, then twenty minutes though nothing else happened but the two of them sitting there, rock hard and watching as slowly but surely a little dark spot appeared on the respectively worn and tented fabric of their underwear and sweat-pants.
Only then, after Jay could see the pre-cum of the cat sitting beside him starting to leak through his trousers in greater quantities as the other man's erection twitched and throbbed visibly, did the lynx first pull off his t-shirt, then lean back against the rear of the couch, raise his hips off the seat, and pull his underwear down to his knees in one smooth, fluid and perfectly natural motion. He sat there all but naked for a few moments, listening as over the rumbling action of the movie the cat gave an audible moan and reached to grope at his own still clothed but undeniably excited cock. Then, just like the cat, he reached for his own crotch, wrapped a paw around his erection, and began to masturbate in the glow of the TV screen.
"Mmh..."
He tried not to show off. Not to perform, just to masturbate as he would at home were he to get horny and lost in some fantasy running through his mind. In fact he conjured forth a few such fantasies to assist him, though for the most part hearing the cat mewl and gasp in helpless arousal as he rubbed himself through his clothes was more than sufficient to truly justify Jay's self pleasure.
"Oh, g-god... yeah."
Jay moaned to himself as he jerked off, glancing over more and more frequently at the other man's cock and delighting in the tuxedo cat's own urgency. Despite having not taken off his sweat-pants it was clear that the black and white cat was exceptionally worked up, his hand moving over his cock through the layers of his pants and whatever underwear may have lain beneath in a manner that to Jay suggested a degree of familiarity and practice. He didn't know why, but there was something weirdly hot about that. About the idea of a guy jerking off in his clothes not because he was too embarrassed to show off his obviously amply sized cock or because he was too impatient or too quick on the trigger to do otherwise, but simply by choice. More and more obviously Jay turned all his attention towards watching the other cat jerk off beside him, and with similar though still red faced shamelessness, the cat moaned and huffed and paid him similarly rapt attention in return.
Instinct told the lynx that now was the time to lean in and kiss the cat. To reach over and take over handjob duties on the other man's behalf, or to lower his head into his masturbatory buddy's lap and put his tongue to work. In this particular instance though he utterly ignored that instinct, and purposefully continued to work himself towards orgasm without any thought for more actively involving the obviously excited, eagerly masturbating man sitting next to him. They stroked, they squeezed, they rubbed and pleasured themselves on and on for several minutes more, until finally a soft, strangled whimper escaped the tuxedo cat...
"P-please..."
...and Jay nodded immediately in return, his hand on his own erection becoming an outright blur as at long last the other feline's hips rose up, his tented and rather sticky sweats slid down, and he showed off his substantial seven inch erection as his paw began to pump it with the sort of desperation that betrayed imminent release.
"Ahh..."
Jay grunted as the two of them flew towards orgasm side by side, legs bare and trembling, mere inches apart but not even brushing together once as the high of their shared ecstasy made the idea of physical contact ever more appealing to the lynx.
"Ah, god. Fuck, I'm..."
He moaned. His eyes bulged. His hips rose off the couch, and right beside him he heard the tuxedo cat give another frenzied gasp of acknowledgement and agreement.
"Yeah! Fuck... fuck, aaahhhhyeahhh..."
Jay grunted as he let loose, and blushed, panted, trembled as his toes curled and he felt his cock painting his own furred chest and stomach with rich ribbons of cum. His eyes however didn't fall upon his own quivering, cumming cock even once during its release. Instead he watched the cat beside him. The cat's face, eyes widening, muzzle opening in unabashedly joyous awe as he saw Jay start to cum. The cat's body, quivering, squirming, tensing up and even going so far as to buck upwards against his hand. And of course, the cat's cock. Throbbing, drooling all over his hand already as it pumped relentlessly up and down against the thrusting of his hips, until finally and with a cry of pleasure that put Jay's delirious release to shame, the cat too began to rain down hot ribbons of cum not just over his own t-shirt covered chest, but with such copious volume and force that several streaks hit Jay's leg, the right side of Jay's torso, and with one particularly perfect spurt, the lynx's own quivering, still cumming cock.
In the wake of their orgasms, the two felines panted. Blushed. Smiled at one another in relief, in mutual satisfaction, and in the tuxedo cat's case in particular, with sincere gratitude.
Kicking off his stained sweat-pants and the briefs beneath them, the cat left the movie playing as he went to grab a couple of towels from elsewhere in the apartment, and set one of them down on the couch next to Jay for the lynx to clean himself off while he did the same. Once dried off he sat back down on the couch, reached for his soda which had for the last half of the movie or so rested forgotten on the nearby coffee table, and sighed in contentment as he took a sip while close by the naked lynx could only finish patting himself dry, set the sticky towel aside, and then do much the same.
Half an hour later, the movie was over. The cat was hard again, and Jay was beginning to feel himself swelling again too. He felt bad for knowing what he was going to have to say next, but before it came to that, to his relief, the other feline mentioned it first.
"O-one hundred dollars, right?"
Jay nodded.
"Yeah, though... if you want me to stay for another half hour, I can for another fifty."
He glanced towards the cat's hard cock pointedly, but didn't push the issue, and smiled graciously when the black and white cat blushed and shook his head.
"I'm good, thanks. I'll just go and get your money."
He padded out of the room, and returned barely thirty seconds later with his wallet, in the midst of counting out cash as Jay pulled his clothes back on. He didn't hand it to Jay directly, nor did the lynx hold his hand out in expectation. He let the cat set it down on the coffee table, and only then did he pick it up, count it, and smile.
"Thanks. You ever want to spend some time with me again, you know how to get in touch."
The cat blushed and nodded. For a moment, Jay thought that was it, and that he was going to just see himself out and head on home to bed. Before he could do more than nod a polite goodbye to the younger man though, just beginning to turn away from his still bottomless client, the cat cleared his throat and spoke once more.
"T-thank you, too. For listening. I... sometimes people don't listen, o-or... or they forget, or they think I'll forget when I'm, w-when we're..."
His voice trailed off, and he blushed as his eyes met with the lynx's own, cock hard and throbbing between his bare furred legs.
"...hey, uh, actually... you said another fifty for a half hour more, right?"
Jay chuckled, and turned back to face the cat once again.
"I did."
He licked his lips, and the black and white furred feline trembled as he bashfully reached down and grasped at his own still exposed shaft, squeezing it, stroking it before the lynx's eyes.
"But, it was a hundred for ninety, right? S-so... if I paid you another hundred, do I get another hour and a half?"
Already starting to take off his clothes all over again, Jay grinned.
"Another ninety? You really liked what you saw that much, huh?"
The cat's face burned scarlet, but he moaned and nodded as the lynx exposed himself once more and immediately joined his client in renewed masturbation.
"T-that too, yeah. But..."
Trembling as he stroked his cock and watched the lynx doing the same, the tuxedo cat's cheeks glowed hotter and brighter still.
"...you listened. I want you to stay because you listened."
By Jeeves
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