Naughty November

Chapter 2

TWO

HOLDEN

Despite Fletcher’s super sweet attempt to put me at ease, I had never been more embarrassed in my life. I honestly wasn’t even sure if it was because of my… my problem , or because I was about to expose the emasculating truth of what Cindy had done to me, or just because…

Well, because it was Fletcher Greene.

It had been hard enough to finally convince myself to come to Everett for help, but Ev had been my best friend ever since preschool. He’d already seen me at my worst, more times than I could count. I trusted him with absolutely everything.

His big brother was a different story.

Not that I had any reason not to trust Fletcher. He’d always been great.

Maybe a little too great, though.

He was Ev’s big brother, not mine, but somehow I was the one who’d ended up with a massive case of hero worship for the guy. Not that Everett didn’t love his brother, because he absolutely did. But their brotherly love was more the type where they tended to tease each other mercilessly and argue all the time, the way I guessed it was normal for siblings to do.

I wouldn’t know. I was an only child.

And ever since I’d been a small one, I had desperately, desperately wanted Fletcher’s praise, approval, and attention.

Ugh, talk about embarrassing.

And yet, somehow, still not as embarrassing as this.

My hands trembled, and Fletcher gave me a soft, encouraging smile that made me feel squirmy inside in a way that confused the heck out of me, but that I definitely didn’t hate.

Still, I froze as soon as I got my zipper down.

“Hey now, button, don’t worry, okay?” he said, giving my shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Whatever it is, I’ll help.”

I took a deep breath. I really didn’t have any other choice, did I? Well, maybe a locksmith…

No. That would be far, far worse.

“Okay,” I said, mostly talking to myself. “It’s, um, this.”

I dropped my pants.

Then, even more embarrassed, I wiggled my briefs down to my thighs to show him the… the device.

Something flared behind Fletcher’s eyes that made my stomach squirm again, but then he blinked and looked at me—at my eyes instead of my dick, like he naturally had at first—and whatever I thought I’d seen there was gone.

He cleared his throat, then gave me a small smile. “So… chastity.”

Heat rushed into my cheeks as I nodded.

“I, uh, know a little bit about that,” he said cautiously.

He did? Like what? I couldn’t imagine him allowing anyone to lock his dick away… ever . Did that mean he’d locked someone else’s away? Whose? Did he have a new boyfriend already? Everett had told me Fletch had just broken up with one, but did he?—

“Can you tell me what it was exactly that you wanted Ev’s help with?” Fletcher asked, breaking into my chaotic jumble of thoughts.

“Oh. Um. Yeah.” I swallowed hard. “I… don’t have the key.”

He blinked. “Shit.” He cleared his throat again. “And you want it off? ”

I nodded.

“What happened? Do you know where the key is?”

I twisted my hands together, nodding again. Then, when he raised an eyebrow, I just blurted it out.

“Cindy has it. She wasn’t exactly happy with me when she broke up with me, so she… she took it with her and said I can’t have it back.”

His eyes flared again, but this time I wasn’t confused about what I was seeing at all. Fletcher was seriously pissed off.

At Cindy .

Over me.

I bit my lip, my stomach squirming all over again over the way that made me feel.

It wasn’t like I could claim to have missed Fletcher in all the years since he’d moved away, because that would imply a level of pining for his attention that would have been crazy to feel for someone who wasn’t actually my own brother. Someone who I couldn’t even rightfully call my own friend, either, since I’d just sort of inherited whatever relationship we had by virtue of being friends with Ev.

Not, um, relationship -relationship, obviously, but… uh, yeah.

But still, seeing him get mad on my behalf now, watching him become all growly and protective right in front of my eyes, exactly the way he used to whenever anyone had threatened me or Everett when we were younger, brought all the hero worship I used to feel roaring back to life in a big, big way.

His jaw ticked for a minute, like he might be grinding his teeth. Then, “She did what ? Tell me how to find her.”

“I was actually hoping there might be a way to get it off without the key? Do you know if that’s possible?”

Because I really didn’t want to deal with her again if I could avoid it.

Fletcher kept looking angry for a moment, then sighed and shook his head like he was trying to shake it off, and gave me a small smile. “Yeah, button, it’s possible.”

“Thank God,” I breathed out. It had been days .

Fletcher reached for the cage, then paused. “Can I take a closer look? ”

I nodded, my stomach squirming so much this time that I could barely breathe.

My dick wasn’t particularly large, but I was pretty sure it was at least average. Still, right now, it looked embarrassingly small, all soft and tucked away behind the curved metal bars of the cage.

What would Fletcher think?

Then his warm hand was around me, and it became impossible to worry about that. Not when the sight of his hand completely enclosing my caged cock, and the way he gently twisted the cage this way and that, his fingers brushing against my balls, had me worrying about getting hard instead.

Not that I could , but my dick was still trying.

Fletcher let go of the cage, and I let out a shuddering breath that sounded more like a whimper, the whole thing giving me flashbacks to puberty—right after he came out to his family, back when my dick used to get hard every single time he looked at me, making me seriously wonder for a while if it wasn’t just hero worship I felt for him, but if I was actually gay, too.

Of course, that had been before I’d realized that Fletcher would never look at a kid like me the way I used to wish he would back then, and since no other guy—heck, no other person —ever got me that excited, I’d decided I must not be gay after all.

Besides, girls were so pretty. I liked them, too. Maybe not as… as much , but I did.

I took a deep breath, pushing off those memories.

That wasn’t important now. He hadn’t been touching me like that . He was just trying to help.

“So, do you think you can do it?” I asked. “Can you get it off?”

He grinned at me. “Yeah, button, I’ve got a few ideas about how we can get this thing off of you. We’ll just need some tools. I think Everett keeps his in?—”

“I borrowed them,” I blurted, embarrassed all over again. “He let me take his tool box a few months ago, and I’ve been meaning to bring it back, but…”

I bit my lip. I had no good excuse.

“No problem,” Fletcher said easily, as if nothing on earth was too much for the man. “I’m done with Miss Lucy here, so I’ll just follow you to your place and we’ll get it done there.”

“You really don’t mind?”

His eyes flared again, making my stomach squirm in a way I was rapidly getting addicted to.

“Trust me, button,” he said, his voice getting a little lower, a little raspier, “I don’t mind at all.”