Maybe it was hope.
BE that as it may, he really was exhausted by the time they’d polished off their dessert. Apple pie—couldn’t beat that. And for a moment, as he’d taken a healthy bite with some vanilla ice cream, he’d been transported back into his mother’s kitchen when he was a kid and he’d believed in his parents’ love.
He’d come to with a shock and realized these weren’t his parents, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t loved. His eyes burned, and he thought that maybe it had been a big day back.
“Spence?” Theo said quietly. “You about done in?”
“No!” he said, sitting up straight, but that pulled muscles in his ribs that had grown weak, and he grunted and sank down again. “Augh!”
“I’m taking that as a yes,” Elsie said. “Do you need help getting him back, Theo?”
“Nope,” Theo said, smiling smugly. “I got that little golf cart thing Preston bought last week and drove it around to the front door.”
“Preston bought a what?” Spencer asked, looking in surprise at Glen’s brother.
“It was practical,” Preston said without batting an eyelash. “The horses are almost half a mile away, and the volunteers were spending half their volunteer time running around the property. And if it helps you for a little while, that’s purely by accident.”
But Preston didn’t do sarcasm well, and he was cracking up because he’d told a joke, and Damien was nodding at him and winking because Preston didn’t always know if his jokes landed or not.
There was more laughter, and then Elsie and Theo helped him stand up. He gave Belinda a kiss on the cheek and thanked her special and then waved good-night to everybody before grabbing his crutches and making his way through the front door. The sight of the little golf cart—and it looked pristine, putting the lie to everything Preston had just said—made his sore body sag with relief.
He allowed his mind to wander as Theo piloted the little cart up the rise to the trailer, Colonel riding happily in the back. He looked at the sky and saw that the fog of the day had burned off, leaving the sky bright as new diamonds, and he sighed.
“What’s up?” Theo asked, pulling to a stop under the overhang that shaded the kitchen window and moving around to help Spencer out of the cart with his crutches.
“Pretty night,” he said. “But tired.”
“Mm.” Theo opened the door and waited patiently for him to make it up the ramp after Colonel beat them both in. “That didn’t sound like a tired sigh. That sounded like a sad sigh.”
God—it was like living with Jiminy Cricket. But he really was too tired to argue.
“I would like to open the shades on a night this pretty, maybe in the summer when it’s not quite so nippy, and make love to you when we can see the stars. But I’m tired and I’m sore, and I don’t see that happening,” he admitted, trying not to be bitter. It had been a good night, after all.
“Well, open the blinds when you get to your room,” Theo said, “and strip to your boxers. I… I would like to do that some night too, but not when you’re too tired. I’ve got an idea.”
Spencer followed his directions, lying down on his good side and pulling the blanket up over his shoulders because they were close enough to the bay for it to still be chilly in the evening in April. In the other part of the trailer, he heard Theo moving around, talking briefly to Colonel and telling him to stay. Theo had brought in a dog bed for the living room, and Spencer wondered if his not-stupid dog would know that Theo meant business. Then he heard Theo checking on Stupid, and—probably—taking off his pretty shirt and putting on his pajamas.
His eyes were closed when he heard the door to his room open, and Theo whispered, “Spence? You still awake?”
“Barely,” he admitted.
“That’s okay.”
And then, without asking permission, Theo slid in behind him, and he wasn’t wearing pajamas. He was, in fact, down to his boxers, just like Spencer.
He moved silently at first, nuzzling the back of Spencer’s neck, kissing down his spine. Sliding his hands to Spencer’s chest and mapping his pecs and his nipples with his palms. He dragged his hands to Spencer’s nipples one too many times, though, and Spencer blinked awake and rocked his hips forward and back, getting his second wind.
“You like that?” Theo murmured. He returned his palm to Spencer’s chest and then started using his fingers, playing at first, twiddling, rubbing, pinching lightly, and Spencer’s lassitude fell away as his body started screaming things at him.
Things like, You haven’t thought about doing this in over a month!
And, Fuck a MONTH! You haven’t had sex with more than your fist in over a YEAR!
That thought alone had his groin tingling and blood flowing to his cock, swelling his balls, and he whimpered a little.
“You may want to stop that,” he murmured. “You’re making me a little—oh!”
Oh, Theo was bold. He slid his hand down Spencer’s stomach, pausing a moment to feel that it was tightly concave, and then snuck it under Spencer’s shorts.
Then he palmed Spencer’s cock.
Spencer moaned, awake but not at 100 percent, still, and unable to do much more than accept Theo’s ministrations in pure gratitude.
“Theo,” he gasped, surprised and confused, “you are going to make me come!”
“Good,” Theo murmured in his ear. “Because you are too.” And with that, he ground up on Spencer’s backside, and what followed was a glorious bout of Theo’s hand stroking his cock and Theo rutting his own cock up against Spencer’s ass. It was simple and hard and fast, and it took about two minutes before Spencer grabbed Theo’s hand over his shorts and squeezed—and squeezed hard—until Theo repaid him by squeezing his cock just as hard.
“Ah!” he cried out, his body spasming, his muscles catching—God, even his calves clenched and ached—but not before he released himself in a wonderful, cleansing climax that left him covered in his own come and thrusting backward against Theo’s rutting cock to help drive him a little faster.
“So close!” Theo gasped, and Spencer reached behind him and put his hand on Theo’s ass, shoving him up against Spencer. The pressure itself was probably not that much, but Theo moaned and ground up hard, his hand in Spencer’s shorts shaking, his breath coming in agonized pants. One thrust, two— “Yes!” he moaned, and Spencer felt the heat of his come spreading through their underwear and against his skin.
“Wow,” Spencer said softly.
“Yeah.”
“I…. Thank you.”
“Thank you too. I’ve wanted to hold you like this for a month. The lovemaking—that was a bonus.”
Spencer wanted to say, “Wait until I’m on my feet!” or “I can give you something to remember!” but neither of those things happened. What happened was his eyes closed, and in spite of the knowledge that he was falling asleep with his drawers full of come, that’s exactly what he did.
He woke up a couple of hours later, needing to hobble to the bathroom, and found that he was naked and clean.