Blackjack leads me onto the ship, offering a paw as we step out of the pod. I take his hand, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as he tightens his grip on mine. He quickly pulls me down the metallic corridors to his room, hopping the whole way. We still haven't said a word since we got on the pod, and I'm starting to feel almost flustered with every emotion. At last he opens his door and tugs me through it, stopping with his hand still holding mine to use his other paw to dim the lights.
He looks at me with beaming eyes and a wide smile before pulling me one final stretch to the bed. He hops back and sits on the bed, tapping expectantly for me to sit next to him.
As I sit up on his bed, he clears his throat. He says, "Eh- I- I didn't think this was going to- to happen today."
"What exactly did you have in mind?" I find myself asking, feeling confused and like my brain is trying to detach itself from how I might be feeling right now.
He answers, "I don't know- I-I-I- we could… talk or… I don't know."
"We kissed, right? I'm not going crazy, am I?" I hear myself say.
"Yeah-" he says with a pause. A blush grows across his face. Honestly, a very cute blush. "Sorry if I was- was too weird or forward and-" He pauses for another second and glances down. My brain immediately assumes that he is looking at my metal-covered dick again, despite it being behind my shorts, and it tries to harden unsuccessfully for the quintillionth time. He continues, "did you- want to- maybe-"
I feel myself lurch forward as I realize I really do want to. I kiss him quickly and pull back to see his worry and shyness melt away to surprise. Our staring lasts maybe another half second before we both push back in. Our lips hold to each others', and his arms quickly move up around my shoulders. I let one arm move behind his waste and press the other into his chest. I feel his heart thumping fast. I cock my head slightly and open my mouth. In kind, he wriggles his tongue into my mouth and pushes his face as close to mine as possible. I feel his tongue run along mine and wrap itself partially around it before retracting and then retracing its steps. He leads our making out again for a few more seconds before shifting his legs fully onto the bed and pulling me to do the same. I shift after him. He pulls me in and puts his legs around my waste so we can be even closer. Our chests and faces could only be closer if we ditched our clothes. And he keeps scooting toward me, his crotch right into mine. This feels so strange and wonderfully new, to be fitted against another body. I put both my arms around him and we hug tight while he continues to push his tongue around in my mouth. However, we both stop at an unexpected, but expected, sound. A soft, muted clink, unmistakably of two metal things tapping in to each other through thin cloth.
I pull away, and he almost jumps with surprise. We separate and both look away bashfully. I hadn't even considered it. We were made in the same place, at the same time, for the same reason. They implanted this permanent cage on my dick. They must have done the same for him.
I hear a zipper unzipping, and I turn back to see Blackjack slowly undoing the one-piece sleeper-hoodie he's had on. The blushes across both our faces grow redder and redder as I watch him slip the sleeper down his shoulders and off his legs, revealing his surprisingly cute white briefs underneath. There's a small spot of precum staining the front of them, and a clearly metallic gray sheen where I'd otherwise expect the pink of his cock.
He rubs his shoulders and looks away, sitting now in just his underwear. My head buzzes and aches with awkwardness, but he's so cute. I absolutely want to kiss him more. To see him naked.
"You're- you're caged too?" I whisper.
"Ye-yeah… sorry…" He says with a stain of regret in his voice.
"Don't be sorry," I say. I feel too overdressed all of the sudden. I pull my shirt off and drop it on the floor. I continue, "Come here."
He turns, and I wrap him back into a hug. I kiss his cheek, feeling more affectionate than ever before, and rub his back lightly. He almost melts into me, and a heavy shiver runs down my spine again. I've never brought myself this close to someone before. This all feels so good. He smells and feels so good. I almost choke up as my emotions catch up with me.
He rewraps himself around me, our chests and crotches pushing into one another's once again. He kisses my neck and whispers sheepishly, "you are s-sooo sexy."
I blush and almost feel ticklish as he says that. This is so much affection all at once. I'd almost be overwhelmed if I was so horny. I reach a paw down his back and put it on his rump, pulling him closer. He does the same. We move our mouths back to each others' and resume making out. The dim room feels warm and musky, and we caress each other for several seconds.
I move my thumb to be down the back of Blackjack's briefs and tug them down slightly. Suddenly, he pulls back and away bashfully. A blush grows over his face.
"What's wrong?" I whisper.
"I- I feel so shy- all of th-the sudden…" He returns. He rubs the back of his head and continues, "Can- maybe can I see yours first?"
My heart thumps in my chest as I nod. I start to move my paws to pull my shorts down, but he moves in and shoos my hands away playfully. I lay back slightly on one arm as he takes either side of my shorts and tugs them down. Once again, my tiny caged dick is revealed for him to ponder at. He tosses my shorts over to my shirt, then looks down at my dicklet with a wonder in his eyes that shocks me.
Blackjack reaches out and cups my cage and nuts in his paw. He holds them softly and almost idly. I find myself awkwardly looking at his eyes as they stare down, exploring my metal sheath. He's got a very soft smile that's almost wriggling on his face with apparent excitement and maybe some apprehension.
"Th-thanks," He whispers. He shuffles a bit closer to me, turning slightly to give me easy access to one side of his underwear while he puts his empty paw on the other side. I grab the vacant side of his briefs, and together we pull them down around his thighs then all the way off.
The tiny metal dome around his sheath looks all too familiar. I realize just how little I understand what our plan here is. I have no idea what to do next. A befuddled look must grow across my face, because Blackjack takes the lead again.
He moves his arms back around me and yanks me in again. I return the hug, holding his newly naked body against mine. This is the first time I've had this much skin and fur touching another person. He reaches down and fondles me again. My dick tries and fails to harden, and he lets out a small whine that tells me his must have done the same.
"What with all the- the therapy enhancements, they didn't think we'd need these," Blackjack whispers into my ear, pulling my metal sheath to his crotch and pressing our cages together before continuing, "but we want this so b-bad, don't we?"
"-yeesss" I whine over the clinking of our cages. I feel so desperately horny with nowhere for it to go. His body is so warm and soft, and I find myself rubbing and pushing against him, all my energy throbbing into my feeble cock. But it stays secure, no budging and no chance of release, just like before.
Blackjack and I are so worked up together that we seem to blend into a mess of kissing and fondling with no coherence. Several minutes go by as we hold each other in desperation. I feel my shoulders start to ache, and an exhaustion sweeps over me. I start to yawn between our making out. My bones feel so tired and heavy. I guess weeks of not sleeping well have really drained my reserves.
Blackjack whispers, "You seem so tired. You've got big bags under y-your eyes. And you're yawning up a st-storm…"
I return, "It's barely noon."
"It doesn't matter what time it is." He says, and he pulls apart from me carefully, letting his paws run along my thighs before we separate. He continues, "Y-you seem so stiff. So stressed. It's okay. J-just - sleep. Take a nap, and I'll make us some food for when you get up."
My head is buzzing with how badly I want to get off with him. I can barely focus on what he's saying. Meanwhile, he pulls his blanket back and coaxes me under it. Then he wraps the blanket around me and lays me down against his pillow. The light scent of his fur is much stronger laying down, and it mixes with the musk in my head. Blackjack tucks the blanket in around me, and I feel warm and suddenly safe just laying here. I hadn't realized how exhausted I was. Maybe he's right, maybe I should sleep.
With my head barely grasping at what is happening, and with a warmth around me that I haven't felt in years, I quickly fall into a deep sleep.