by Trina Solet
With a groan, he started to drag himself away from Troy's strong and warm embrace. Only Troy wasn't letting him go.
"I'll sleep better with you here," Troy said, surprising him.
"I can be talked into staying the night. We already proved that you make a good pillow."
"Good. It's weird to want company even when you sleep, but it's kind of nice," Troy said, slurring his words a little as he started to fall asleep again.
Spencer agreed. Though he acted like it was no big deal, Spencer was secretly very pleased that Troy wanted him to stay. As a follow up to crazy hot sex, being in the same bed wasn't half bad.
Troy's big body close to his made him feel a different kind of amazing. Spencer was suffused with warmth inside and out. He practically moaned as he settled against Troy. Soon he was happily asleep.
Chapter 13
Stepping out of the shower the next morning, Spencer found himself staring at the fuzzy shape of himself in the fogged up mirror. He let out a long, heartfelt sigh. So much room for improvement. And to think a guy like Troy was giving him the time of day.
The mirror was still foggy, but Spencer didn't wipe it. He didn't want to see his skinny body, with his wet hair and hopeless eyes staring back. It would be easier on his ego if he went out there and saw Troy this morning without that image of himself fresh in his mind.
Troy was so gorgeous that Spencer found it easy to forget himself when he was with him. He got lost in him and stopped thinking about how he didn't measure up. That was not just the effect of Troy's looks. It was Troy himself. He was so easygoing and sweet, not stuck up at all. Spencer wanted to hug him and kiss him just for being himself.
But once Troy got to know more people, he wouldn't want to hang out with Spencer as much. Spencer sighed. He knew he would miss him terribly.
Getting up the courage, he wiped the steamed up mirror. He didn't like what he saw. Spencer wrinkled his nose as he looked at his face in the mirror. He frowned with distaste at the rest of him.
He was too pale and looked even paler with his dark hair. If only his hair would behave, but it always looked like he had slept on it, which he did a lot. But then he washed it and styled it, kind of, and it still looked like he slept on it. Who cared about his stupid hair? It was the body, that damn skinny body, that was the problem.
He heard his name spoken through the door, and he jumped.
"I'm almost done," Spencer said.
"Can I come in?" Troy asked.
"I'll..." Spencer started to say then he swung the door open. Who was he to deny a man a chance to join him when he was half naked in the steamy, hot bathroom.
Troy smiled at him when he saw him standing there with only a towel wrapped around his hips. How could he look like he liked what he saw? More than that, he looked like he desperately wanted this skinny body in front of him.
It might be undeserving, but if Troy wanted it, Spencer would give it to him. Troy slowly reached for the end of the towel where it was tucked in to hold it closed. He yanked it free in one quick move.
Now Spencer stood in front of him with his cock steadily hardening under Troy's feral gaze. Troy's rumbling groan told him that he liked what he saw very much. Then Troy kneeled.
Seeing Troy and Spencer coming out of the bathroom together once again, Greg gave them a withering look. Spencer ducked into his room and got dressed fast. He pulled at his clothes discontentedly. It wasn't their fault he didn't have enough going on to fill them out. Still, Spencer had to smile when he thought about what he and Troy had just done and everything they did last night. Maybe it wasn't top of the line, but his body was serviceable.
Going into the kitchen, Spencer tried to sidestep Greg's inquisition by going to the fruit bowl and grabbing an apple.
"You don't really expect me to buy that innocent, 'who me' act you're putting on, are you?" Greg asked.
"Fine. Guilty as charged," Spencer said as he headed for the door with his apple.
Greg shook his head. Well, Spencer didn't really expect him to approve. That was a pretty mild reaction actually. After all this was the man who flipped his lid when Spencer forgot a pair of his shoes in the living room. Spencer was more surprised to have Greg follow him out the door.
"Does this thing with Troy have strings attached yet or are you still fooling yourself?" Greg asked him.
Spencer didn't like either choice. "It's just for fun."
"I live here too, you know. I'm not seeing you bringing home anyone but Troy for fun times," Greg pointed out as they went down the stairs.
"I'm very selective," Spencer said defensively.
"You're a one man kind of guy. And the one you picked is a guy who doesn't feel the same way," Greg said. Then he made a prediction. "You are going to get your heart broken."
"My heart is not involved in this," Spencer claimed.
"Pull your head out of your ass."
Spencer stepped outside in front of the building and turned to Greg. "I'm just having a good time while helping Troy enjoy life to the fullest," Spencer declared and walked away from Greg so he wouldn't have to hear the truth. Spencer had to keep lying to himself. The only other choice was to admit the truth and lose Troy. He couldn't face that. Being with him felt too good. Spencer wasn't going to give him up until he had to.
Even once Troy was ready to move on, Spencer would never want to lose him completely. At first he was just a total horndog for Troy, but he had come to really care about him. And he was still new at being gay. He needed friends as much as he needed the stupid experience he was after.
Spencer hoped to be his friend for the long haul. He would just have to look away when Troy flirted with other men, kissed and touched them. Or he could just murder them. No, he was nowhere near being ready to be just friends with Troy.
*
Troy's first was a skinny guy who couldn't get up in the morning without being dragged out of bed kicking and screaming. But just thinking of Spencer made him smile. He made all the difficulties of coming out worth it. Now Troy just had to deal with the aftereffects of fucking him.
Troy was officially obsessed. Sex with a guy was something else. And Spencer... Troy couldn't go anywhere, do anything, without images from that night replaying in front of his eyes. He did his work blindly and now he was walking home the same way. It would be a miracle if he didn't get run over.
Troy could still see Spencer the way he looked on the morning after they fucked. He was still asleep. The light from the window was golden on his skin as his back dipped just above the curve of his ass. The patch of sunlight on Spencer's back shifted as the breeze blew through the leaves of the trees outside. Troy leaned down and kissed the spots while they moved. He felt Spencer stir under the touch of his lips. He wanted him to turn over so he could place his lips on the head of his cock and kiss him there.
Just to think of it made Troy hot and hard all over again. He wanted to keep Spencer all to himself. Never let any other man touch him.
No. That wasn't right. Troy couldn't afford to be possessive of a guy when he planned to make him the first of many.
Despite that, for some reason, Troy wished that he had been Spencer's first. If he was the first man inside him, the first to fuck him, he could make Spencer his and only his. How weird was that?
Troy wondered if these kinds of caveman thoughts were just part of fucking someone with a passion, like he had done to Spencer, and certainly never with any girl. What he felt when he was inside Spencer was so crazy. It probably just triggered other crazy feelings that he had no right to, like possessiveness.
But if he couldn't be Spencer's first, he wanted to make Spencer forget everyone but him. OK, more caveman thinking. What the fuck? Troy was finally getting some, and he was crazier than when he was dying for it. Getting to fuck Spencer was supposed to calm him down. It turned out that Spencer was an aphrodisiac not an antidote.
Chapter 14
That night Spencer was taking him to a party at his friend Donna's. H
e told Troy that he might find someone to hook up with, but no guarantees.
"Donna does know some hot guys, but too many of them are straight," Spencer said as they walked to a house in the suburbs.
The neighborhood was very quiet and ordinary until they neared a house with too many cars parked in front. Music reached them even on the sidewalk. Troy looked up and down the street and remembered his parents' house. It was on a street like this, and when someone had a party, it looked and sounded about the same.
Troy shook off the memories. This was supposed to be a party. He transferred here so all that stuff back home wouldn't weigh him down. He only wanted to move forward.
Going up to the front door, Spencer knocked for a while before a short haired brunette with a great body opened the door.
"Parents out of town, college kid throws a party, this is classic 80's movies stuff," Spencer said after he introduced Troy and Donna to each other.
"I think it's every decade and not just in the movies," Donna told him.
"I wouldn't know. My parents never left town without dragging us kids with them," Spencer complained as they went in and he looked around at who was there. Soon he spotted a few people he knew and Troy got introduced around some more.
After they grabbed drinks, he and Spencer parked by the open, sliding glass doors where it was cooler. Most of the guys there ignored them, but a few shot them looks of interest. Troy noticed one guy give Spencer a big, friendly smile. He was slight but cute with square glasses on his nose. He and Spencer would make a perfect nerdy couple.
No way. That wasn't happening. Troy made sure the guy was looking and he leaned in to whisper in Spencer's ear. Getting closer than he needed to, he might as well have tagged him "Property of Troy".
All he said was, "You think there's any decent food?"
"Knowing Donna, probably not. Just bargain brand chips dumped into bowls," Spencer told him.
Troy didn't care about snacks as long as the cute, mini-nerd still kept glancing toward Spencer every now and then like he wasn't giving up yet. Not that Troy was trying to sabotage Spencer's potential hook-up exactly.
What the hell was he doing? Throwing a possessive arm over Spencer's shoulders – that wasn't a big deal. He let his hand drop down his back then slip around to Spencer's hip. Troy was only being friendly and a little extra handsy. It wasn't his fault if his gesture was read as Troy telling all the guys in there to keep their grubby hands off his Spencer. Except he wasn't his Spencer. How come he couldn't remember that for more than one second?
*
Since Troy mentioned snacks, Spencer went to see if there was anything decent that Donna might have served by mistake. He didn't find anything good, but he did notice how many guys were showing an interest in Troy.
Troy never failed to grab attention wherever they went. This was only more of the same. Spencer just had to make peace with it. One guy in particular had his eye on Troy. He wasn't the best looking guy who had ever hit on Troy, but he was the best looking guy at this party, other than Troy himself.
Spencer had no right to be jealous no matter how thoroughly that scruffy guy with piercing blue eyes checked out Troy from head to toe. That was straight up an eye-fucking. And what was Spencer going to do about it? Tell that guy to peel his eyeballs off his boyfriend? No. He was going to gulp down the rest of his beer in one go, and then try to act cool.
The only thing that saved him from having a meltdown was that Troy said two or three words to the guy, gave him half a smile, then turned back to Spencer.
Spencer frowned at him. "What's that guy missing?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just not ready to branch out to other guys. That's still unknown territory. One guy is enough for me. For now," Troy added quickly, just in case Spencer thought he was proposing.
Spencer wasn't reading anything into it. He wasn't that dumb. Though he did like the sound of "One guy is enough for me." He wondered if that meant that Troy was looking forward to having a boyfriend, not just screwing around. Spencer knew he wouldn't be Troy's one guy, but he was still curious about that.
If the subject of Troy's eventual boyfriend didn't make his heart hurt, Spencer would have asked him about it. But he better not. A conversation like that was a potential minefield. Better stay on the safe path. Stepping away from Troy, Spencer went to grab a handful of cheese puffs from a side table.
That's when some skinny girl bumped into Spencer. Grinning at him while she hung on his arm heavily, she looked pretty sloshed.
"Can you even stand?" Spencer asked her. He looked around for some place she could sit down, but all the seats were taken.
"I wanna lie down," she said and looked at him with her eyes crossed. She was probably cute when her eyes weren't crossed like that.
"I'll lean you over here," Spencer said and maneuvered her next to the side table. "This looks sturdier than me. Grab hold if you need to." Spencer moved her hand off his arm and had her hang on to the furniture instead. He was about to ask her who her friends were so someone else could look out for her. A heavy hand on the back of his neck shoved him down. His forehead hit the table and Spencer almost bit his tongue. Cursing, Spencer tried to shake off the hand that had grabbed hold of him.
"She looks ready to party, doesn't she? But she's mine until I kick her ass to the curb for being a slut," a voice hissed in his ear. The hand on the back of his neck was removed. Spencer straightened just in time for the hand to land a slap to the back of his head. The force of the slap made him stagger and told him that the guy was strong.
Turning, Spencer saw that the guy was big too, looming over him. Slammed back by a hand on his chest, Spencer found he was wedged into a corner. Fuck. Past the bulk of this guy, he could see people backing away. But not everyone. One imposing male form was coming toward him.
It was Troy barreling forward. With one deliberate movement, he had the guy by the back of his shirt and one arm. That arm got twisted back almost to the point where the joint might snap.
The guy was bigger than him, but Troy's hold on his arm was paralyzing. Unless the guy wanted his arm dislocated, he had to stay still.
"Did this asshole hurt you?" Troy asked gruffly, his eyes deadly serious as he looked at Spencer.
Spencer felt as if his answer would decide if this guy was going to leave the party in one piece. Troy twisted the guy's arm harder until Spencer said he was OK.
Now the drunk girl was yelling at her boyfriend for calling her a slut while Donna pushed her way through the crowd looking pissed and demanding to know what the fuck was going on.
"Ted was messing with Spencer," someone told her.
"My Spencer?" she said and moved as if she was going to clobber that jerk, Ted. Instead she just had some guys throw him out. "Don't be gentle with him," she told them.
"Is your head OK?" Troy asked Spencer and gingerly lifted his hair off his forehead. The two of them had ducked into Donna's parents' bedroom, which was off limits to everyone.
"It's not bad," Spencer told him while enjoying the way Troy frowned with concern.
"And your neck?" he asked.
"It's fine." Spencer added a reassuring smile to his words, but then he wondered, "How exactly did I get myself into that? I thought I wore my gayness on my sleeve."
Troy looked him up and down.
"What's the verdict?" Spencer asked when Troy didn't say anything.
"Verdict? I was just checking you out for my own sleazy reasons." Troy's hands slid around to cup his ass.
Spencer got his point and smiled at him.
Troy moved in closer and warned him, "If you keep looking at me with those pretty eyes, bad things are going to happen to you."
"What pretty eyes? You're crazy," Spencer said. Hearing something like that, he didn't know where to look.
Troy kissed his eyelids as he blinked in confusion. "These pretty eyes," he said.
Spencer grabbed at his arms and Troy placed quick kisses all over his face.
"
The guy you were talking to had pretty eyes," Spencer said.
"Who? Eyes? Did he have eyes?"
Spencer had to laugh. He stopped when Troy planted a deep, hungry kiss on him. Soon they were grinding against each other, and Troy was eyeing the big bed.
"Donna would kick us to death for just thinking what you're thinking," Spencer informed him. "But you did come to my rescue. You deserve a reward and I remember a walk in closet." Spencer led the way in there.
"You sure you're OK. I mean your head..." Troy started to ask.
"Get in there," Spencer told him. "In a minute, you're going to make me forget all about that."
They went in, but left the light off. Careful not to disturb anything, they huddled in the corner. Jammed in between winter coats, Spencer felt Troy's hand on his crotch, squeezing him lightly. He thrust into his touch and moaned his name.
"I think I like being your protector," Troy whispered in his ear.
Troy's hand moved up and under his t-shirt. While lightly nibbling his earlobe, he teased Spencer's nipples with his fingertips. Troy freed Spencer's cock and had his erection hard in his fist. His hand on Troy's cock moved slowly, hypnotically up and down.
Panting, Spencer caressed the ridges of Troy's abs then his touch trailed lower. Undoing his zipper, Spencer slipped his hand inside and rubbed his hard cock. Spencer tightened his grip squeezing him and Troy's head dropped to Spencer's shoulder. He moaned low right in Spencer's ear as he pumped into his hand.
Stroking his back with his other hand, Troy worked his way down to his ass. As he inched down the crack, Troy grunted. He pressed in a fingertip until he felt Spencer's asshole give. Spencer's opening welcomed Troy's finger and pulsed around it.
Realizing they were close, Spencer pulled Troy to the floor. He had them lie head to toe and finish with each other's cocks in their mouths. It was amazing to suck and be sucked at the same time. Spencer felt like he didn't know where he ended and Troy began. It was so insane and good.
