by Dan Wingreen
Thankfully, it was easy to ignore.
They’d barely gone three feet past Connor’s room before Tim’s hands were back on Spencer’s body. God, that body though. He’d never been with anyone as soft and rounded as Spencer before. He’d never even known that was something he’d be into until he had his hands under Spencer’s shirt. Slender waists and tight abs had nothing on the gently curved, slightly squishy roundness Spencer hid under those sweaters. And the fact that he shaved too—which was definitely something Tim knew he liked—pretty much made Spencer the hottest person in the world. His earlier plans of taking it slow and going at Spencer’s pace were completely and utterly shattered. It was blind luck Spencer seemed to be on the exact same page.
“Fuck,” Spencer said, hissing slightly when Tim pushed him up against the wall and kissed him. Spencer kissed like a wet dream; hard and rough, with teeth and tongue and lips used in equal measure, but his mouth was always willing to yield when Tim asserted any kind of control. In fact, Spencer seemed to get off on that more than anything else. He wasn’t subby about it either, which Tim appreciated. As much as he loved teasing his partners during sex, he’d never really gone in for the whole Dom thing. He’d tried the whole Master and slave thing before, once, and the experience had left him feeling like he was trying to act out a play he hadn’t read the script for. This was different. This was more like Spencer desperately wanted to be pleasured. Like he took the most pleasure in being pleasured, instead of seeking it out himself. And while Daddies and Masters and all that might not be Tim’s kink, being needed definitely was.
“We need to get to your room,” Tim said as he nibbled on Spencer’s jaw. “I need to see you naked.”
“Ah! Oh, God.” Spencer gripped Tim’s shoulders tight. “Room. Lights. Fuck.”
Tim grinned against the smooth-rough skin of Spencer’s face and ran his fingers over Spencer’s shirt-covered nipple again.
“What was that?” Tim asked.
“Guh.”
Tim laughed. “Is this one yours?”
“Yeah. Probably.” Even as he was talking, his fingers were fumbling with the doorknob. Tim had just enough time to notice Spencer’s room shared a wall with Connor’s before the door opened and Spencer was dragging him inside. “Oh good, it is mine.”
Tim closed the door behind them, remembering at the last second not to slam it. Spencer reached past him and locked it. When he made to pull back, Tim grabbed his wrist and pulled him close. Spencer was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling against Tim’s own as he peered up at him with eyes filled with lust and need and the slightest edge of uncertainty.
“I need to see you naked,” Tim said again, solemnly this time with none of the ragged desire that was pooled in his stomach. He ran his free hand up and down Spencer’s side, then gave his shirt a gentle tug upward. “Can I take this off?”
“Um.” Spencer stared, wide-eyed. “I—can I—maybe—um. The lights? I should turn them off. First.”
“You don’t have to,” Tim said, keeping his voice as soft and even as possible. He desperately wanted to be able to see his boyfriend’s body, but if Spencer really wanted the lights off, then Tim wouldn’t press. Tim had never pressured someone into doing something they didn’t want to, and he wasn’t going to start with the man he loved.
“I feel like I do.”
“Do you want the light off?”
Spencer said nothing. Tim held his breath. Finally, Spencer glanced away and shook his head.
That was all the permission Tim needed.
“Then let’s get this off.”
Instead of ripping Spencer’s shirt off and exposing all that pale baby-soft skin, Tim lifted up his own shirt and pulled it over his head. Spencer’s eyes darkened as they ran up and down his body, and Tim held back a smile. He’d never been quite as fit as he’d wanted, but since he and Spencer got together, he’d been trying to work some basic exercise back into his day. As a result, his arms and chest were a little harder, a little more defined than they’d been in years. His stomach was still flat, even if the abs he’d had as a young teenager were long gone, and he felt a surge of satisfaction at the way Spencer’s gaze lingered on his torso. It was quickly drowned out by a much more powerful surge of lust when Spencer tentatively brushed the skin of Tim’s stomach with his fingers. Spencer chewed his lip, then began lightly tugging on the wispy hairs of the small brown treasure trail that started just below Tim’s belly button. Tim shuddered at the unexpected sensations, and Spencer grinned.
“Your turn,” Tim whispered.
The grin slipped a bit, but Spencer nodded. “Yeah. Okay then.” He ripped his shirt off the way most people would rip off a bandage and tossed it aside. He stared up at Tim, a challenging gleam in his eye, like he was daring him to be turned off.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Spencer’s body was small with narrow shoulders and a flat chest with two small pink nipples that stuck out about half an inch. Tim nearly whimpered out loud. He’d always had a thing for nipples, and he started to salivate at the possibility of getting them in his mouth. Spencer’s stomach was as sexy as he’d imagined: a gentle, protruding curve with just the slightest bit of visible softness. Tim groaned and unconsciously squeezed his cock through his pants.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Spencer’s eyes were glued to Tim’s crotch. “Okay,” he said faintly, “I believe you. I mean, you know, you too, but…” He shook his head and let out a short, breathy laugh. “I feel hot when you look at me.” He groaned and covered his face. “God, who says shit like that?”
Tim answered by pulling Spencer’s hands down and kissing him, smirking mentally when his boyfriend melted into his arms. Physical affection is the best way to get Spencer out of his head, good to know.
As they made out, Spencer walked backward, grabbing Tim by the belt and pulling him along. They both groaned when their bare chests touched for the first time, but even that wasn’t nearly enough. Tim hadn’t been touched in so long—hadn’t expected to be for a while yet and for months before getting with Spencer had pretty much resigned himself to a life of celibacy. Being here, in Spencer’s bedroom, with a topless Spencer grabbing at his pants, was almost more temptation than his good-boy impulses could handle.
“Naked,” he rasped, “now.”
Spencer nodded rapidly, then pushed Tim away. Tim blinked in confusion, but before he could say anything, Spencer had his own pants undone, peeling them off so fast it had to be some kind of record for removing skinny jeans. Tim moaned when he saw Spencer’s smooth, slender legs for the first time and the—dear God—tiny, tight black briefs just barely keeping him decent. Spencer flushed slightly when he saw the way Tim was devouring him with his eyes, and Tim almost came. He’d never been with anyone who blushed so beautifully, and with Spencer a thin bit of fabric away from being naked, even a tiny bit of pink on his cheeks was deadly.
Then, when he thought he couldn’t possibly be more aroused, Spencer glanced up at him and flashed a wicked smile before turning around and stretching. Tiny, barely visible muscles clenched in his shoulders as he raised his hands above his head and stood on the balls of his feet. Tim’s eyes devoured every inch of exposed skin, pulled tight and displayed just for him. Spencer must have had some kind of sixth sense for where Tim was looking because the moment his gaze dipped toward Spencer’s fabric-covered ass, he tightened up and gave his hips a little shake.
“Fuck…”
Spencer glanced over his shoulder, his expression surprised and more than a little pleased. “You like?”
Tim couldn’t even speak. The delicate swell of Spencer’s ass held all his attention. He couldn’t resist anymore. He reached out and grabbed it, moaning softly as he gave the cheeks a squeeze. They were a little on the small side, but they had just the right amount of spongy give to drive Tim crazy. Spencer let out a surprised yelp and fell forward, only to be caught around the waist by Tim’s arm and p
ulled back tight against his chest. They both let out low groans when Tim’s diamond-hard cock pressed right into the center of Spencer’s crack.
“Okay, forget coming on me,” Spencer said, breathlessly. “I need—”
Tim drove his hips forward.
“Ah! Yeah, that.”
Tim bit his lip, hard; the pain was the only thing keeping him from finishing in his pants right there. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Showing surprising strength, Spencer pushed Tim’s arm away before spinning around and dragging him down into another kiss. They stumbled backward, Spencer’s hands tangled in Tim’s hair as Tim fought to open his pants. He eventually got it and even managed to kick them and his boxers off without tripping. Spencer didn’t seem to notice his newly naked state at first, at least not until Tim’s dripping cock brushed against his stomach.
“Oh my God,” Spencer moaned, pulling away from Tim’s mouth and staring down. The moment he saw it, his eyes widened. “Holy shit!”
“What?”
Spencer stared incredulously. “What do you mean, what? That thing is huge!”
Tim couldn’t help it; he preened—even though, if he were being honest, his length was pretty average, maybe slightly above. He was thicker than most, though, and that definitely made him seem larger.
“It’s not that big,” Tim demurred.
Spencer raised an eyebrow. “I’d hate to see what you think is big, then. Jesus. Now there’s no way I’m getting naked in front of you.”
That broke Tim out of his self-satisfied mood. “What? Why?”
“Really? Why do you think?” Spencer gestured between the two of them. “You’re all…” He held his hands apart like he was showing someone the size of the last fish he caught. “This. And I’m all…” He grimaced and lowered his hands, not even attempting to mime out a comparison. “Let’s just say everything’s proportional, okay?”
Ohhh.
“You know I don’t care, right?” Tim glanced at Spencer’s brief-covered cock which, despite everything, hadn’t lost a bit of hardness. “Besides, those little things you’re wearing don’t leave a lot to the imagination, and from what I can see you’re plenty big enough for me.”
Spencer flushed, and Tim decided to grab the bull by the horns, as it were, before he could fall further into self-deprecation.
“Yep,” Tim said as he gave Spencer’s cock a tight squeeze. “Definitely not too small.”
The high-pitched keen that tore out of Spencer’s throat was a thing of beauty. Spencer was so responsive. And this was still through a layer of fabric. What would Spencer sound like when it was finally skin on skin?
Let’s find out.
Tim tugged at the waistband of Spencer’s briefs. “Can I?” He gave Spencer’s length another caress. “Please?”
Spencer pressed his lips together and nodded rapidly. Tim wasted no time. He lifted the waistband over Spencer’s cock, very carefully not touching it at all as it was exposed. Spencer was about an inch or two shorter than he was, and much thinner. Like he’d been promised, there wasn’t a single hair to be seen, and Tim wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees, bury his face in Spencer’s crotch, and rub against all his soft-looking skin.
So, he did.
Spencer jumped in surprise, then moaned when Tim rubbed his smooth cheek over equally smooth skin. He took a deep breath, inhaling the unmistakable musty scent of male, mixed with a very light floral aroma Tim assumed was body lotion. It was intoxicating. Tim had always loved the way men smelled between their legs, and Spencer’s smell was just the right balance between earthy and sweet.
“Shit,” Spencer said, breathlessly. “Are you…I’m gonna…oh God…”
Tim allowed himself a single smug grin at the stream of nonsense pouring out of Spencer’s mouth.
If this is driving him crazy, I wonder how he’ll react when I…
Tim tilted his head and gave the side of Spencer’s shaft a long, slow lick.
Spencer’s reaction didn’t disappoint.
“Oh my God!” Spencer’s whole body tensed, his hands shooting to Tim’s head and grabbing his hair tight. Tim winced at the slight pain, but it wasn’t nearly enough to take the edge off the pleasure he felt at seeing Spencer come nearly undone from a simple lick.
“You are so sensitive,” Tim said, awed.
“Fuck,” Spencer said as his body, incongruously, relaxed. “You’d be sensitive too if you just had someone’s mouth on your dick for the first time.”
Startled, Tim pulled back enough to see Spencer’s face. His hair was a mess like he’d been abusing it before his hands found their way to Tim’s, and his bottom lip was bitten almost raw. “No one’s ever…?”
The light flush on Spencer’s cheeks deepened. “No?”
Tim stared at him in disbelief. What kind of idiots did Spencer date? How could anyone get him naked and not want to put their mouth on him? Or…maybe I made too many assumptions…
“Have you…” Tim hesitated, but there was really no delicate way to ask so he plowed on. “Have you ever been with a guy before?”
“Yes!” Spencer practically shouted, his entire body radiating indignant embarrassment.
“Sorry,” Tim said. “You’re just…perfect. And I can’t believe anyone could get you like this and resist…” Instead of finishing his sentence verbally, Tim gave Spencer another slow lick. Spencer moaned loudly, and his fingers twitched in Tim’s hair.
“That is so—mmm, yeah.” Spencer shook himself and fixed Tim with a look. “I’m not a virgin though. I’m twenty-eight. I’ve been with men.” He winced. “Well, man, I guess. College boyfriend. Only one that lasted long enough for me to trust with…you know…”
By the time Spencer finished speaking, his voice had trailed off into an embarrassed mumble. You sure know how to set the mood, Tim…
“You know I wouldn’t care, right?” Tim asked, running his hands up and down Spencer’s smooth legs. Spencer shuddered under his touch. “If you’d never been with anyone or if you’d been with a hundred guys. I’d still find you hot, and I’d still want to get my hands—” He gave the backs of Spencer’s thighs a squeeze. “—and my mouth—” Tim’s lips grazed Spencer’s weeping, flared head, getting a taste of the sweetest precome he’d ever encountered. “—all over you.”
He suckled lightly on the tip of Spencer’s cock, needing more of that superb sweetness. A sharp bolt of pain tore through his head as Spencer’s hands tightened to the point where Tim would be shocked if he hadn’t torn a bit of hair off. Not even the thought of having his hair ripped out was enough to dim Tim’s arousal.
“You’re wrong about one thing though,” Tim said, staring up into Spencer’s lust-blown eyes.
“W-what?”
“You might have been with a guy, but you’ve never been with a man. Because no man on Earth could see what I’m seeing and not want to do this.”
A slow, dark grin spread across Tim’s lips right before he swallowed Spencer’s cock in one smooth motion.
*
Spencer’s entire world contracted until there was nothing left but hot, wet suction. Was this how it always felt being on the other side of a blowjob? Because if it was, holy shit, now he understood sex in a way he never had before. No wonder Sebastian always got so excited when Spencer wanted to blow him. This was…well. Spencer’s brain was a bit too overwhelmed with oh fuck his tongue, so it wasn’t really up to searching through adjectives, but later on the only word that would come to mind would be sublime. Not quite as good as being fucked through an orgasm—although it had been so long his memories might be exaggerating how amazing that felt—but still light-years better than the last time he’d tried putting himself inside another person, which happened to be Becky.
Tim licked and sucked, his hands running lightly over Spencer’s too-sensitive skin, touching, caressing, and every once in a while scratching with his fingernails. Spencer was totally overloaded with sensations, and i
n an embarrassingly short amount of time, he was on the edge of what was sure to be an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm.
“T-Tim! Gonna—”
That was all the warning he could get out before his abdomen tightened and—
Tim stopped.
Tim stopped.
Worse, Tim stopped, then grabbed the base of Spencer’s cock to make sure he couldn’t come.
The sound Spencer made in protest was barely recognizable as human.
“Why?” Spencer whined, dragging the word out several syllables longer than it had any right to be and only peripherally aware he was sounding way too much like his kid.
Tim grinned, the low lighting in the room creating shadows that gave his face a sinister cast. “Oh, you wanted me to keep going?”
Or maybe his innate evil was just showing through.
“You’re—ah!”
Tim gave Spencer’s cock a long, slow lick; the smooth, wet muscle slid up his shaft like silk. It felt so good, and Spencer’s grip on Tim’s hair tightened as he let out a long moan. Once he reached the tip, though, Tim stopped again and pulled away. He did this for a while, teasing Spencer to the brink, driving him crazy with lust and need and pulling back right when he was finally about to release. It was torture. Pure, unambiguous, Geneva-Convention-level torture.
Spencer had never felt so much pleasure in his life.
Tim played his body like a familiar instrument, somehow knowing instinctively exactly what spots on Spencer to touch and pinch and scratch, exactly how much pressure and suction to use to pull the most embarrassing, feral noises out of Spencer’s throat. It seemed like his hands were everywhere except, maddeningly enough, anywhere between Spencer’s tightly clenched cheeks. Despite Tim totally ignoring his favorite erogenous zone, eventually Spencer’s legs became so weak he had to let go of Tim’s hair and brace himself against the edge of the bed to keep from collapsing. His pleasure crested and waned, growing higher and higher only to pull back like the super wave at the end of The Abyss the moment before it would have come crashing down. After a while, he didn’t even care he wasn’t being allowed to finish. He lived for the build, for the slow pressure that came closer and closer to being unbearable, then danced across the line with blithe disregard, sending him into a realm of permanent, agonizing bliss.
