“Theo?” he asked, his hips twitching a tad with the need to move. “You doing okay?”
“This is good,” Theo breathed. “Wow, stretching really helps. This didn’t hurt. It’s really sort of wonderful. I can do this all day!”
Spencer smoothed sweaty palms on the inside of Theo’s muscled thighs. “Baby, I can’t. I need to move. Can I move? Can you just lift yourself a few—oh wow—inches?”
Theo did, for once complying with a request without talking back, rocking forward so Spencer slid out of him, slowly, and then rocking back a little. And forward, and back, and forward, and back, and a little bit faster, and a little bit harder and forward and back and—
Oh my God! Theo was fucking Spencer’s cock with his ass, and Spencer was going to blow his load right then if he didn’t do something to help Theo along.
“Stay still,” he rasped. “Stay still and let me come to you. And you grab your cock and stroke. Is that a plan? I think that’s a plan. Okay, good—like that!” Theo stopped again, Spencer held inside by the bell of his head, and Spencer… well, Spencer used years of practice to do what he did best.
He fucked, hard and gloriously, slamming into Theo with all his strength, exulting in Theo’s shouted “Yes! Like that! God, keep fucking me!” more than he’d ever celebrated sex in his life. Theo said “fuck”!
Harder and harder, until Theo grabbed his own cock and stroked, his hand blurring, his head tilted back and sweat sheening his muscled torso, the beautiful line of his throat.
And again and again, until Spencer’s abs and thighs burned, and he thought his entire body was going to fly apart, and he had no choice but to close his eyes and let the darkness wash over him.
“I’m coming!” he cried hoarsely. “God, Theo, I’m coming—”
“Augh!”
He had his eyes closed, but he could feel the scalding spatter of come on his chest, his cheek, and across his stomach, and as he held on to Theo’s hips and stuttered inside him, for a moment the fap fap fap of Theo’s fist on his cock was the only sound in the room.
Then another aftershock rocked Spencer, and Theo roared in his final eruption, and the room went silent, echoing with their cries of climax.
Theo gave a groan and slumped against his chest, and Spencer stroked his sweaty back in comfort.
“How was that?” Theo panted in his ear. “That wasn’t bad, was it?”
“That was amazing,” Spencer replied. “That was fantastic. I’m wrecked. Why did we do that again?”
Theo lifted his face from the hollow of Spencer’s neck and kissed him, passionately, but with a tenderness Spencer had never felt before—and until now, he’d never given to anyone himself.
Theo broke off from the kiss, breathing hard, and Spencer slid out of him in a rush of come that Spencer could probably have rolled around in all night if it hadn’t meant changing the sheets.
“We did that,” Theo said softly, “because I love you. And because I don’t want you to doubt that I’m yours. And because I want to see your body in the daylight, because it’s your body, and I want you to know I love it too.”
For a moment Spencer could only gape at him, almost betrayed.
“You… you love me?” he managed, the words opening up a wound in his chest at the same time they healed one. “How… how did that happen?” He’d heard them before, hadn’t he? Had he said them? It felt like he’d said them—how could he not?
Theo rubbed those thumbs over his cheekbones, then at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t know, Spence. Sometimes falling for someone is like falling out of a helicopter. It takes a little bit of luck, good and bad, and the courage to come up for air and fight for safety. If you could do that and have faith your friends would save us, can’t you fall for me and hope I can do the same?”
Spencer bit his lip, suddenly shy and with no place to escape. “Oh, Woodchuck,” he said, feeling like he was admitting something huge here. “I’ve already fallen. I… I may be shitty at showing you, but I’ve fallen. You’re not wrong.”
Theo kissed the end of his nose playfully. “You going to be a grown-up here and say the words when you’re not mostly asleep?”
Damn him. “I love you,” he mumbled. “There. You happy? I need to get out of bed and use the bathroom, so I hope your—”
Theo apparently had completely honed his detector of Spencer’s bullshit, because that’s when he leaned forward and took Spencer’s mouth like he owned it and Spencer only got to lease it when it was his turn to give the blowjobs.
He broke off again and slid to Spencer’s side, running his fingertips over Spencer’s chest, his stomach, and his thighs in the light from the window.
“You really do have a rockin’ body,” he said happily.
“Who even says that?” Spencer asked, capturing his hand before he started tickling. Theo laced their fingers together, and Spencer decided that would work and rested their hands on his ribs.
“That was Oscar,” Theo said. “He was pretty sure that’s the only kind of sex you’d had before me—the kind where someone thought you had a rockin’ body. I was not shocked.”
“Oscar is straight,” Spencer muttered. Oh dear God, how was he supposed to leave Theo alone here when nobody was giving him the right information?
“Yes, but his best friend isn’t, and he says he understands the appeal even if he doesn’t feel it himself.” Theo laughed a little. “Of course, Oscar and Belinda couldn’t be separated with a crowbar and giant gorillas, so maybe he was just trying to reassure me, but I think he was mostly right.”
Spencer sighed. “I… I don’t know. When I do get back in the air, Elsie and I are gone a lot. I mean, Glen’s working hard to make it only three days a week, but when we first joined up, it could be six out of seven days. Nobody wants that for a relationship, you know.”
“It won’t be easy,” Theo admitted. “But it will help that I’ll be at the office. I’ll see you when you’re loading up, and I know where you’ll be. Glen and Cash go weeks at a time when Cash is on tour. I know that’s rough—and Cash told me he was going to start touring less, because he wanted to be with Glen more—but see? Glen’s already working to give everybody fewer hours. And right now, I’m the one who’s gone, and we’re doing okay, right?”
Spencer nodded and moved their hands to right over his heart, shivering a little. Theo reached down and pulled the comforter over them, but Spencer could tell he wasn’t willing to give up their time together.
Well, maybe he had the right idea.
“Yeah,” Spencer had to concede. “We’re doing okay.”
“Mm. So tell me….”
Spencer scowled, and at that moment there was a giant whoomp, and Stupid leapt on the bed. He walked over Spencer’s chest, putting at least 200 PSI on each paw, before he stretched out on his side, panting, between Spencer and Theo.
“Tell you what?” Spencer asked and then frowned at the cat. “Is he okay?”
“I was going to say tell me about all the things that made you afraid of intimacy, but no, he is not okay.”