by Dan Wingreen
“Oh, well now that I have permission…” Spencer huffed.
“You do,” Tim agreed easily. “So, answer the question, please.”
“I don’t know. Because you like kids, probably. Or you’re a secret masochist.”
“Almost,” Tim said. “It’s because I want kids. Someday, with the right man. And I’m sure I don’t have to tell you the odds of finding a single gay man who actually wants to have a committed, monogamous relationship, let alone one who also wants kids.”
“So…you’re dating me for my kid?”
Tim sighed. “Please don’t pretend to misunderstand what I’m saying. It’s very unattractive.”
“So, now I’m—”
This time, Tim covered his mouth with his entire hand.
“I’m with you because I love you,” Tim said. “You’re different from every guy I’ve ever tried to seriously date, and that alone would be enough to get me to want you, but it’s so much more than that, because…” He shrugged. “We fit. It’s easy being with you. Even the parts that should be hard are easier than they usually would be. And maybe you found me the moment you started looking, but I found you two right after I stopped. I thought I’d be alone for the rest of my life, and now I have you and Connor and you two are the most important things in the world to me. Not to be too corny about it, but if that doesn’t sound like something that’s meant to be, then I don’t know what is.”
“Can I talk now?” Spencer asked, his voice muffled.
“Hmm,” Tim said, pretending to think about it. Spencer rolled his eyes and licked his hand. Tim snorted. “I’ve had that tongue in my mouth,” he said dryly. “Licking my hand isn’t nearly as gross as you think it is.”
He could feel Spencer’s pout. Laughing, Tim removed his hand.
Spencer gave Tim a halfhearted glare, but it quickly tapered off into a thoughtful frown. “Do you really mean that?”
“Every word.”
“You care about both of us?”
“Love both of you.”
Spencer’s eyes dilated. “And…we’re not a burden?”
“Not in the least.”
Spencer licked his lips. “Good.”
If he hadn’t been half expecting some move, Tim probably would have woken Connor up by jumping when Spencer grabbed his soft cock through his pants and gave it a squeeze.
“Jesus…fuck,” Tim said, just barely keeping his voice above a whisper.
“Nah, it’s more like, Spencer fuck,” Spencer said, continuing to knead Tim’s rapidly hardening length. “Or even better, fuck Spencer.”
“Spencer…” Tim’s voice was strained. “Connor is—”
“Asleep.” Tim hissed as Spencer lightly squeezed his balls.
“But he could wake up…”
“Nope. When he falls asleep watching a movie, it takes an act of God to wake him up.” Before Tim could say anything, Spencer stood up and yanked Tim further down the couch away from Connor. His head slid off Tim’s shoulder and bounced on the couch cushion. Tim stared at the injured boy in horror, but Connor never moved. “See?”
Tim turned his incredulous look toward Spencer, only to come nearly face-to-face with a hard, jean-covered bulge. “How are you turned on right now?” he asked, ignoring his own more-than-half-hard cock.
Spencer grinned and gave a cute little half shrug. “You love me. You love my kid. You lied to my principal to get those little fucks in trouble. All that’s…a pretty big fucking turn-on. Honestly, I probably would have jumped you in the parking lot if Connor wasn’t there.”
“You just told me you were worried about me lying to the principal.”
Spencer smirked. “Worry and horny aren’t mutually exclusive.”
Tim opened his mouth, but now it was Spencer’s turn to press fingers to lips. “Unless you’re opening up to put something in there, it can wait.” He paused. “And even if that’s what you’re doing, we should probably get behind a door with a lock. Kid’s dead to the world, but I’d rather not test that too far, you know?”
Despite his own arousal, Tim was still unsure. Spencer’s mood swing had thrown him. Did he really believe Tim? Or were these kinds of insecurities going to keep coming up in their relationship? And what if Connor woke up while they were gone? What if he needed one of them…
Spencer let out an impatient huff. “Okay, how about this,” he said, leaning in. Slender fingers sensuously carded their way through Tim’s hair as Spencer’s lips brushed against his ear. “If you come back to my room with me,” Spencer said, his voice low and husky, “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” He licked down the shell of Tim’s ear and gave his lobe a quick nip before pulling back and staring Tim in the eye. “Absolutely anything you want.”
Tim’s gaze unfocused as a wealth of possibilities began to play out in his head, with one possibility in particular, something he’d been thinking about a lot lately, stuck on repeat.
Arousal: 1
Tim’s sense of responsibility: 0
Standing in one fluid motion, he grabbed the front of Spencer’s shirt and pulled him in close.
“Get in the bedroom.”
*
Spencer blinked. Cocked his head. Blinked again.
“Spencer? Are you okay?”
“Uh…” Spencer cocked his head in the other direction, getting a slightly different angle on the scene in front of him. He blinked once more for good measure, but…nope. Nothing changed.
Tim still lay on his stomach on Spencer’s bed, naked, throwing a coy smile over his shoulder with his legs slightly open and his smooth, round ass…well, presented probably wouldn’t have been too inaccurate of a description. He’d even hitched his hips up enough to spread his cheeks open, and Spencer couldn’t stop staring at the glistening—
“Is that lube?” His voice came out strained and high pitched. “Did you lube your ass while I was in the bathroom?”
Tim smirked and nodded, but as soon as he’d asked the question, Spencer knew the answer. He’d done the exact same thing to himself while he was in the bathroom, after all. He’d thought, after his offer, he’d barely get two steps out of the bathroom before Tim would grab him and do deliciously vile things to him. Never in a million years would he have expected this.
“Oh.” Spencer absently chewed his lip. He couldn’t deny the sight in front of him was kind of sexy. Tim had always been “hot AF,” as the kids say, and his ass had never had too much trouble filling out a pair of jeans. It was nicely proportioned, fleshy and muscular in equal measures, and the top curve melted flawlessly into the lines of Tim’s lightly muscled back. He even had those mouth-watering dimples at the base of his spine. Tim from the back was…kind of a work of art.
“Oh,” Spencer repeated. “Um. Why?”
Tim raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Spencer was suddenly very aware of the slickness between his own cheeks, of the open, stretched feeling of his hole. Did Tim also…?
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m facedown on your bed, naked, and I just lubed myself up for you.” Tim paused as Spencer squeaked. “What part is giving you trouble?”
“I thought—” Spencer’s voice caught. He cleared his throat. “I thought you were going to…you know. Do something to me?”
“You said I could do anything I wanted.” Tim rolled over a little onto his side and propped his head up with one hand. Despite everything, his erection hadn’t started going down in the least.
“Yeah…to me.”
Tim grinned. “Well, I want you to do something to me.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Spencer bit his lip. He’d literally never been in this situation before. People usually took one look at him and assumed he was a bottom without even asking, which worked out well for him, since that’s exactly what he was. “Oh…”
Tim’s brows furrowed. “Do you…not want to?”<
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Slurred, drunken words from fifteen years ago reached out from the past and sunk their claws into Spencer.
“Come on…just do it. You know you want to.”
He grimaced.
“I guess I’ll take that as a no…”
Tim’s voice sounded calm, but all Spencer could see were his flushed cheeks, his downcast eyes, the way his body subtly began curling in on itself. Spencer felt Tim’s embarrassment as if it were his own. Tim had put himself out there, literally opened himself up to Spencer in a brand-new way.
And Spencer had cringed.
Fuck, I’m a terrible boyfriend. Tim isn’t Becky. He can’t get pregnant and leave you with a kid. He can’t call you in the middle of the night and yell at you for ruining his life. You won’t have to stay up until three in the morning looking up homemade abortions on the internet and praying to a God you don’t really believe in that he doesn’t have access to a computer.
The thing was, he was pretty sure if he said any of this out loud, Tim would understand. He’d be sympathetic and comforting and the humiliation Spencer could see radiating off his body like heat off hot desert sand would disappear like it had never been. It would be so easy…but Tim deserved better than easy. He deserved better than someone who would trot out their trauma and hide behind it like it was an all-purpose excuse. He’d be telling the truth, yeah, but sometimes the truth only made things worse in the long run.
Sometimes a half truth was the best way to go.
“It’s not like that,” Spencer said softly. He got on the bed and knelt next to Tim, placing a hand on his calf. “It’s just…I’ve never…”
God, he couldn’t even get the words out.
Thankfully, Tim was smart enough to know what he’d been trying to say.
“You’ve never topped?”
Tim’s embarrassed flush all but faded as he finally met Spencer’s eyes. Which of course made admitting it out loud pretty much impossible, so Spencer shook his head.
Tim’s whole face lit up. “So, I’ll be your first?”
Spencer’s heart swelled. “You stupid, romantic idiot.” He quickly clamped his hands over his mouth.
I said that out loud!
“Your stupid romantic idiot,” Tim said with a wide grin. Spencer’s face burned, and he quickly moved his hands to cover as much of it as possible. “You are the cutest thing ever.”
“Shut up,” Spencer mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by his hands. “There’s no way I’m gonna get hard enough to fuck you if you keep being lame and embarrassing.”
“So, you’re gonna do it?”
Spencer’s shoulders tensed. The denial he wanted to give was right there on the tip of his tongue…but he couldn’t voice it. Tim sounded so happy—no, more than happy; delighted. Delighted because he wanted Spencer to fuck him.
How the hell was anyone supposed to resist that?
“Okay,” Spencer said quietly. “Let’s do this thing.”
He peeked out through his fingers in time to see Tim’s delight soften into an expression of absolute fondness. Tim sat up and gently moved Spencer’s hands away from his face before cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a soft, lingering kiss.
“You’re the best,” Tim said. Spencer couldn’t hold back a scoff. “Hey, I mean it.”
“I haven’t done anything yet,” Spencer said. “And, you know, I’ve never done this before so, might wanna temper your expectations a bit.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Spencer shivered as Tim lightly stroked his cheeks with his thumbs. “I’ve been wanting to share this with you for a while. It means a lot that you want to also.”
Personally, Spencer thought “want to” was a bit too strong a term…but fuck it. Maybe topping wasn’t something he’d ever choose to do on his own. Making Tim happy, though? That was something Spencer would never turn away from.
“All right, all right,” he mumbled, unable to meet Tim’s eyes for more than a second without turning into a blushy, stuttering mess. “Stop saying shit like that or I really won’t be able to get hard.”
“Well,” Tim said, a teasing lilt slipping into his words, “we can’t have that, can we?”
He pulled Spencer in for a searing kiss, fucking plundering his mouth with a single-minded lust for conquest the world hadn’t seen since Genghis Kahn was running around China. It was hot and hard and demanding and everything Spencer loved about making out.
His cock hadn’t gone from limp to boner so fast since he was a teenager.
Spencer let out a tiny whimper when Tim pulled away.
“And now you’re hard,” Tim said, sounding more than a little smug. He kissed Spencer’s nose and gave his dick a quick squeeze. Spencer moaned.
“Fucking tease…”
Tim laughed. “Teases don’t put out.” He rolled over onto his stomach and glanced back over his shoulder. “And I definitely plan on putting out.”
“Jesus…fuck.”
Spencer stroked himself as he stared at Tim splayed out before him like a fucking medieval feast. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. After a minute of jerking himself off, he realized he was stalling. Come on, stop being a pussy. Just do it. Nodding at his own pep talk, he crawled into bed on his knees, straddling one of Tim’s thighs. Spencer’s legs were so skinny compared to Tim’s; hell, his everything was small in comparison. This must look so ridiculous, he thought, tiny Spencer trying to mount a sexy, normal-sized guy.
“Come on, Spencer,” Tim said. “Touch me.”
Spencer swallowed roughly, surprised to find his cock twitching at Tim’s half-pleading words.
Okay, this is turning you on. Good. Focus on that. Don’t think about Becky. Don’t worry about how bad you’re going to be at this. Tim wants you. He wants you.
Spencer licked his lips as he stared at Tim’s beautifully rounded ass. And maybe the feast metaphor was a mistake, because all he could think about was how delicious that ass looked. Not even a monk would be able to resist sinking his teeth into those succulent globes.
And despite a decade of celibacy, Spencer was no monk.
Tim let out a startled yelp. Panicking, Spencer pulled back. “Sorry!”
“Did you just bite my ass?”
“I’m sorry! I won’t do it anymore.”
“No way,” Tim said. “That was hot. Do it again.”
Spencer’s cheeks flushed. “R-really? You liked that?”
“Oh yes.” Tim smiled over his shoulder. “More please?”
Fuck, I love this man.
“Whatever you want.”
Spencer bit him again.
It was strange, he mused as he went to town on Tim’s ass, how much his boyfriend’s squirming and little moans of pain-tinged pleasure were turning him on. Spencer had always happily taken the more submissive role during sex, and when he jerked off, his fantasies always had him firmly on the bottom in every conceivable way. He never thought switching things up would be this hot.
Suddenly, he really wanted to fuck Tim.
Pulling back, he stared at Tim’s ass for a moment, admiring the bite marks he’d left on his boyfriend’s cheeks. Another surge of arousal shot through him as his cock began to leak on the back of Tim’s thigh. One day he was going to have to do this before Tim got lube anywhere near that hole—eat him out properly. For now, though, the lube was exactly what he needed.
“You ready?” he asked, his voice shaking with nerves and anticipation.
“God, yes,” Tim said, his face half pressed into the comforter as he hitched his hips up further. “It’s been a while though. So, go slow at first, okay?”
Spencer bit back a groan, unable to tear his eyes away from Tim’s pink, glistening entrance. “Maybe tell me that without spreading yourself open? I’m basically a virgin here. A really, really horny virgin. We’re not exactly known for our restraint.”
Tim chuckled. “I have faith in your self-control.”
“If you say so…”
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sp; Without another word, Spencer centered himself behind Tim and lined his cock up with Tim’s ass. His hands began to tremble.
This is it. I’m actually going to do it.
Slowly, Spencer pushed inside.
Holy. Shit.
“So tight—I’ve never felt—oh my God.”
Tim’s hole squeezed his cock like a satin glove as Spencer sank inside him, and it was all he could do not to thrust his whole length in. Nothing had ever felt this good on his cock, not sex toys, not even Tim’s mouth. Even Becky had…well, to be honest, it was impossible to remember what it had felt like with Becky. Becky was a hazy, alcohol-soaked memory. Tim was hot and alive and right in front of him. And Spencer wanted him to stay there forever.
“You can move now.”
Tim’s words dragged Spencer out of his thoughts, and he was surprised to find himself buried to the hilt in Tim’s ass.
“Wow,” he said breathlessly. “This is so cool.”
Tim let out a short laugh. “‘Cool,’ huh?”
Spencer’s face started to burn. “Shut up! This is the first time I’ve had my dick in an ass; I can’t fucking adjective right now, okay?”
A small laugh slipped out of Tim’s throat, and he quickly buried his face in his arms. Spencer glared at him as his shoulders shook with muffled laughter.
“Hey!” He gave Tim’s ass a smack. “Stop laughing or I won’t fuck you.”
Surprisingly, his threat worked. Mostly. Tim glanced back over his shoulder. His lips were pressed together suspiciously tight, but he made a little locking motion in front of his mouth and that was enough for Spencer.
“Damn right,” he said with a firm nod. He smacked Tim’s ass again, just because he could, then grinned. “Fuck yeah.”
I’m in charge now, bitch.
He grimaced. Apparently, there was a definite upper limit to how dommy Spencer could be without feeling icky and uncomfortable. He mentally shrugged. He’d never had a problem with being a bottom, and he wasn’t about to start now.
Maybe I’ll be so bad at this Tim won’t come and then he’ll have to fuck me too.
