“Touch me?” It was supposed to be a question—as in, Spencer was asking what Theo’s plans were, but Theo took it as an order and tugged on his shoulder until Spencer was sprawled on his back. “Okay,” he muttered, and stared at Theo. “Can we close the—”
“No,” Theo told him, moving to take Spencer’s nearest nipple into his mouth. He tugged hard, because Spencer had told him that was the way he liked it, and then settled down to suck and tease with his tongue.
Spencer was abruptly awake and surprisingly aroused.
“Oolfohwhoamygod!” He tried to sit up but Theo put a hand in the center of his chest and kept sucking.
He pulled off when Spencer made a whimper of arousal and said, “How you feeling? Anything hurting? You all good?”
Spencer stared at him, completely out of his element, and Theo gave that bright, sunshiny smile of his and said, “Nope. You seem to be okay. Let’s have us some whoopee!”
“Whoopee?” Spencer gasped as Theo tore off the covers, revealing him in his briefs. “Whoo”—oh my God, he was peeling Spencer’s briefs off and—“pieohmygod!”
Theo had never put his mouth on Spencer before, but he did it now, extending his tongue, licking the head, grasping him in his hand.
Spencer’s aroused body was now going a hard ninety mph around a hairpin curve.
“Theo!” he cried out. “I’m—oh wow! Baby, slow down. Harder with your hand, but slower. Easy with your tongue. Oh God. Not so fast, okay?”
Theo pulled off long enough to grin up at him. “That’s what I’m talking about. Communication!”
“Ooooh….” Spencer whooshed out a breath as Theo’s words blew a soft stream of air across his wet cockhead. “Are you sure we can’t close the bli—oh!”
Theo took him all the way down to the back of his throat and then pulled off quickly, before he gagged. He couldn’t hold it there, probably because this was a new skill, but he did it again immediately, and Spencer saw stars and tried not to come.
“This is going to be over fast,” he panted, “unless you let me blow you first.”
Theo pulled in a breath and then… slowed down. Way down. Long, languorous licks. Slow, hard strokes. Spencer groaned softly and found a rhythm in Theo’s hand—sexy, yes, but something that could have lasted forever.
And it was that slowness that let him fall into it, gradually, cruising at sixty now, on a straightaway. Theo kept going like that as Spencer’s hunger to touch him, to pleasure him, built along with Spencer’s need.
“So, uh,” he panted, tunneling his fingers through Theo’s soft, short-cropped hair. “Can I, uh, return the favor?”
Theo pulled off again and smiled, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together.
“Yeah. But I need you to stay right there… and tell me if anything hurts.” He winked. “I have a plan.”
“Of course you have a plan,” Spencer grumbled. “God forbid we jump into bed without a—hey, hello. What are you—oh!”
Theo had risen to his knees and then—rather gracefully, which didn’t always happen when a man was naked and in bed—swung one of his knees over Spencer’s midsection and then knee-walked up so his bottom was even with Spencer’s chest.
And his, uhm, oh my goodness—
Spencer stared his generously sized cock directly in its one little eye.
“Hello,” he said, voice gruff. “I believe we’ve met.”
Theo reached down and caressed Spencer’s cheeks, rubbing his lips with his thumb. “I have been dying to make love with you in the daylight, Spencer. If you have a better plan, let me know. I just figured I would hear less bullshit if I caught you by surprise.”
It was Spencer’s turn to grin up at him and wink.
And take Theo’s cock deeply into his mouth, devouring it, relishing the pressure in his throat, on his palate, enjoying the taste. Oh wow. This was more than a skill for him—it was a pleasure, and one he’d savored for most of his adult life.
But never so much as now.
He went slow at first, because he wanted it to last, and he reached up to span Theo’s narrow hips with his hands. Theo was fumbling with something on the dressing table, but for a few moments, Spencer lost himself in the give and take of sucking cock and straight up didn’t care.
And then he realized that Theo’s body was slightly twisted, and he was doing something with his fingers behind him.
He pulled back and frowned. “What are you… lube?” Almost automatically he stuck out his tongue and lapped, so that little head didn’t lose interest. “Aren’t we missing something there, Woodchuck?”
“Nope,” Theo said. “I know your status is negative because I’ve been picking up your prescriptions, and you would have told me when we first met because you were bleeding everywhere.”
Spencer lapped at him again, not bothering to contradict him. “Yeah, but—”
“And you know I’ve never done this before.”
Spencer had to suck on him one more time. He took Theo down until he felt that abundant patch of brown curly hair tickling his lips and then pulled back, knowing his face was a sloppy mess and not caring. He came up for air, hungering for Theo’s come, and tried to remember what they were talking about.
“But….”
Theo did that thing again, cupping Spencer’s cheek, rubbing his lips with a thumb. Spencer had to admit, it made him feel good. Made him feel… cared for.
Made him feel cherished.
“I don’t have a plan B, Spencer,” he said softly. “It’s like when you fished me out of the water with the barge pole and set us adrift at the same time. You had faith that we’d be saved. I have faith that you and I will make it. So don’t worry about you being first and last here. ’Cause I’m thinking that’s what it’s gonna be.”
Spencer closed his eyes, let the words sink in, and then pulled Theo into his mouth all the way to the root, until he couldn’t breathe, until he couldn’t think, until there was only Theo inside him and nothing else.
Theo pulled away, gasping, and then—careful of Spencer’s still-tender side—knee-walked backward until he was straddling Spencer’s hips. Spencer was still gasping for air, still hungering for Theo’s flesh deep in his throat, when Theo lowered himself down slowly, then reached behind him and grasped Spencer’s cock.
Spencer saw fireworks as he realized—truly—what Theo had been doing with the lubricant when he’d been twisting around during the blowjob.
“You were fingering yourself?” he gasped, and then Theo positioned Spencer’s cock right at the dimple of his slicked, stretched entrance and began to slowly lower himself.
“Yes!” Theo cried out, and Spencer wasn’t sure if that was an answer or an exclamation, and what was happening finally penetrated his brain.
“We’re fucking today? Wait—that’s what we’re…? Oh God!”
Theo kept lowering, and Spencer had to close his eyes against the tightness around his cockhead and the pressure against his shaft. And the heat. And the slickness. And the sweet, sweet dark—
“God, yes! Spencer!” Theo gave a moan and slid the final few inches, bottoming out on Spencer’s cock and sitting completely still for a moment, head thrown back, chest heaving, as Theo’s body adjusted to Spencer’s body, which was deeply seated where Spencer had yearned to be his entire goddamned life.