Later that day, Ty was deciding what to buy for dinner when Spencer walked into the kitchen. He slid his hand across Ty’s lower back as he passed to get to the fridge. The affectionate touch felt so natural and comforting, bringing a smile to Ty’s face.
“Don’t forget I’m going to my parents’ soon for dinner.” Spencer pulled a Snapple from the fridge and leaned against the counter. “You wanna come with?”
“Uh, I don’t know.” Anxiety washed over him.
“Ty, no one is going to know.” Spencer sounded a little hurt by Ty’s reaction.
“It’s not that, Spence. I know what goes on here, stays here. I’m just afraid they’ll still see something is different. Your parents know me as well as my own. Are we ready for those questions yet?” He looked intently at Spencer, hoping he was making sense. “Do we even have answers for those questions yet?”
“I guess not.” Spencer’s disappointment seemed to calm down some. “I get it, I do.” Spencer walked over to Ty. “Want me to bring you back some leftovers?”
Ty breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for avoiding an argument. “Yeah, thanks.”
“Come back to my room. I have an idea to keep you thinking of me.” Spencer had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“Why does that worry me?” Ty laughed as he followed Spencer across the house.
“You’ll love it.” Spencer led them both into the bedroom and patted the mattress, signaling Ty to lie down.
If it was anything like the surprise this morning, Ty knew he would more than love it. He positioned himself in the center of the mattress on his back, waiting for Spencer’s next move. When Spencer started to untie the loincloth, Ty could feel his heart rate accelerate. Slowly, Spencer slid the cloth away, leaving Ty naked, waiting, wanting.
Spencer removed his own shirt and stalked around the end of the bed, never taking his eyes off Ty. Now on the right side of the bed by Ty’s head, Spencer grabbed his hand and pulled it up toward the corner of the mattress. Ty felt something wrap around his wrist and started to look up.
“Nope…eyes closed.” Spencer’s powerful command felt like it pulsed through Ty’s veins.
Closing his eyes, Ty was aware of something silky being tied around his wrist. His senses were on alert, knowing he was being tied to the bed. Spencer lightly trailed his fingers down Ty’s body, circling his fingertips over his sac, then all the way down to his foot. Feeling his leg being pulled out, Ty started to get nervous as the silk was wrapped around his ankle and the bed.
“Spencer…what are you—”
“Quiet. No talking.” The authority in Spencer’s voice sent vibrations to Ty’s anxious cock.
Walking over to the other side, Spencer pulled Ty’s other leg out and bound that one too. Finally, he trailed those teasing fingers back up the left side of Ty’s body, reaching for his left hand and finished restraining Ty to the bed.
“I could definitely get used to this. You...tied to my bed...” Spencer slid his fingertip over Ty’s left nipple, circling and pinching the tiny bud.
“Fuck,” Ty moaned out, writhing under Spencer’s touch.
“Can’t stop me from touching anywhere I want to.” Spencer’s finger went lower, dipping into Ty’s belly button. “You can’t control anything I do to you.” Tormenting him, Spencer slipped his fingers into the patch of hair so achingly close to heaven.
Ty twisted his hips, trying to get those fingers to stop the torture and go for the gold. “Spencer, please,” he begged, not entirely sure what he was even begging for. He just needed more.
“Please, what?” Spencer leaned over Ty’s groin, blowing heated breath onto his throbbing cock. He snaked his tongue out, barely touching the tip.
“Please, Sir…I…just…you...” Ty couldn’t form words as he pumped his hips, trying to get closer to Spencer’s mouth.
“You’re not making sense, Ty. Maybe you need to eat.” Spencer licked him again, spreading his tongue on his shaft. “Come to think of it, I’m pretty hungry myself.”
“Uh huh,” was the only reply Ty could muster, wishing Spencer would devour him right now.
“So I should probably…” Spencer kissed the tip of Ty’s dick then trailed kisses up his chest to his mouth. “I should probably go…to my parents’ house now.”
Ty’s eyes shot open. “What?”
“Dinner with my parents, remember? How quickly we forget.” Spencer kissed Ty quickly on the lips then stood up. Walking over to get his shirt, he smiled and put it on. “Don’t worry, I said I’d bring you back something.”
“You’re not leaving me here like this!”
Spencer put his hands on his hips and studied Ty with a raised eyebrow. “You know, you’re right. I can’t leave you here like this.”
Ty released a heavy breath. “Thank fuck.”
Spencer walked toward the bed, but instead of releasing Ty, he bypassed the bed and sat in the chair in the corner. Pulling out his phone, Spencer locked eyes with Ty. “Hey, Mom.” He paused. “Change of plans. I can’t come for dinner tonight.” Relief flooded Ty until… “No, I just remembered I have laundry to do.” Ty glared at Spencer with that one. I did all your fucking laundry, asshole. “How about you guys come here?” What. The. Actual. Fuck!
Ty clenched his teeth, and in a harsh whisper said, “Spencer, hang up the phone.”
But Spencer just smiled that cocky fucking smile. “Ty? No, I don’t think he’ll be here. Yeah, he’s pretty tied up...with work. It’s pulling him in all directions.” Spencer winked at Ty. I’m gonna fucking kill him. “Okay, I’ll order the pizza. It should be here by the time you get here. See you soon.” Spencer ended the call and lowered the phone in his lap, a sexy—not fucking sexy, Ty—a cocky smirk dancing across his lips.
“You’re such an asshole,” Ty growled.
“What’s the problem? I’m just helping your appetite along. I’m pretty sure you’ll be starving by the time they leave.”
“Spencer! I’m not staying tied up while your parents are in our fucking house!” Ty pulled on the binds, trying to free himself. Jesus Christ, this is not hot. Not in the fucking least. Like not even— Not now, Benny! Ty groaned as his traitorous cock filled…thoughts of being caught, of taking the risk, of what Spencer would do when he came back…it was all too much.
“Are you sure this isn’t what you want? Because your dick seems to be pretty happy.” Spencer eyed Ty’s cock and it jumped under the scrutiny. Ty closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to think of gruesome things to make his dick behave. Open wounds, some nasty Discovery Channel surgery, their neighbor Mrs. Nelson and her loose dentures… Nope, nothing was helping. “They won’t stay long.” Spencer moved over to the bed and leaned down, his face mere inches from Ty’s. His intense, blue eyes locked with Ty’s, his voice holding absolutely no humor when he asked, “What color, Ty?”
Ty was breathing heavily as he glared at Spencer; his cock was pulsing, his heart was racing, and his vulnerability was through the fucking roof…
“Peachy,” he growled out then shifted his eyes away from Spencer and to the ceiling—because he’d never been so turned on in his goddamn life, and saying that fucking word just confirmed it to Spencer.
Spencer left the room, and not too much later, Ty heard the doorbell ring and voices down the hall. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
Spencer stood in the doorway to his room, looking at Ty—and according to the time on the alarm clock, Spencer’s parents had been there for an hour. “Seriously, I could really get used to seeing you like that.”
Ty glanced in his direction then looked back up at the ceiling. He was so pissed he didn’t even want to spare Spencer a second look.
“Uh oh, someone’s not happy. I checked on you twenty minutes ago, remember? Everything was still peachy.” Shit, Ty was never going to live that one down.
As Spencer crossed the room, Ty couldn’t help but look as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned, muscular torso. Kicking his shoes off, he started to unbutton his jeans. Ty quickly shifted his concentration to a spot next to the light fixture above him, refusing to care that Spencer was exposing that magnificent body.
“I can’t even tell you how delicious you look. I mean, I know I already ate dinner, but I saved room for dessert.” The zipper on Spencer’s jeans echoed in the room as it came down, perking Ty’s ears…and something else...up. “Well, it looks like at least a part of you is happy to see me.”
“Yeah, well, Benny is rebelling lately, so don’t get your hopes up.”
“You call your dick Benny?” Spencer laughed. Ty peeked out of the corner of his eye and watched as Spencer pushed his jeans down and kicked them aside.
“That’s Benedict, to you. Private joke,” Ty snapped back.
“No pun intended?” Spencer was standing next to the side of the bed now, releasing his hard dick as he removed his boxer briefs.
“Funny.” Ty glanced again at Spencer, knowing Benny was totally playing for the other team at this point. Fucking traitor. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? Benny and I are on the same damn team. Team Need Spencer to Do Dirty Things to Me. Nah, that’ll never fit on the shirts. Team Fucking Suck Me Already. Still too long. He focused on that spot on the ceiling again.
“So,” Spencer continued, walking to the end of the bed, “if I said you look fucking hot like that, would it piss you off even more?”
Ty refused to answer, even as Benny did it for him. Team Hell Yeah. He felt the end of the bed sink down as Spencer’s weight pressed into the mattress. Goosebumps pebbled Ty’s skin when Spencer’s hands slid up the inside of his legs.
“I’m sure I can make it up to you.”
Don’t give in; don’t get excited, he silently scolded himself, concentrating on his breathing to keep it steady…and failing miserably.
Spencer’s hands passed his knees, sliding closer and closer to Ty’s groin. He hissed in a breath when Spencer leaned down and kissed his left inner thigh. Squeezing his eyes closed tight, he refused to see that mouth near his nuts.
“I’m not gonna lie; it makes me fucking crazy to see you like this. I don’t know where I want to start first.” Ty tried to focus, tried to decipher what that meant. So it wasn’t just Spencer driving Ty crazy? Spencer lightly brushed his lips up and down Ty’s cock, and Ty couldn’t contain the moan that breached his lips. Hell, he didn’t want to anymore; he wanted Spencer so damn bad!
Not being able to move his legs or arms, being completely at Spencer’s mercy was so erotic, Ty didn’t know whether to cry or cry out. Spencer moved his nose down to Ty’s waiting sac, breathing in, nudging each one. “God, you smell so good.” Ty Groaned as Spencer took one round ball into his mouth and sucked. Then he closed his mouth over the other one. Arching his back was about all the movement Ty could do as his restrained body reacted.
Spencer released the wet orbs and licked up to Ty’s weeping head, swallowing him down to the root.
“Oh fuck!” Ty shouted, throwing his head back, not able to contain it anymore. He pumped his hips up and down, wanting every inch of his cock in Spencer’s willing mouth. No woman had ever done this to him before—not like this. He felt like he could pop a vein as he strained to get closer.
Then, suddenly, Spencer stopped. Ty looked down, feeling the loss and the cold air on his wet cock. He watched in anticipation as Spencer untied both ankles. Then, in one quick movement, he pushed Ty’s thighs up so they were to his chest, and before Ty even had a chance to wonder, Spencer had that talented tongue probing his hole.
“Holy shit!” Ty yelled out, the sensation unlike any he had ever experienced. He tried to move his arms to grab Spencer’s head, forgetting for a minute they were still tied. Spencer’s tongue circled Ty’s entrance and moved inside him and… Who the fuck knew this would feel so good?
“You still with me, Ty?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Ty’s mind raced as he watched Spencer slick his finger with his own saliva then press it up against his opening. As Spencer took one of Ty’s balls back into his mouth, he pushed his finger into Ty. Everything was spinning; Ty’s heartbeat sped up as the pain in his ass burned so sinfully good. Spencer popped Ty’s nut out of his mouth and licked up his shaft as he pressed another finger into Ty’s begging hole. Both of Ty’s legs were lifted over Spencer’s shoulders; Spencer hooked his left arm around Ty’s right thigh, while his right hand worked fingers in and out of Ty’s ass.
Spencer took Ty’s entire cock into the hot cavern of his mouth. The combination of everything together—Spencer’s head bobbing up and down, his tongue circling the tip of Ty’s dick, his mouth taking the entire length back in, all while Spencer continued thrusting his fingers in and out of Ty’s body—was all too much.
When Ty thought he couldn’t take anymore, Spencer hit the same electrifying spot his fingers and the butt plug had hit the night before, and it had Ty seeing stars. After those fingers came in contact once, twice, three more times with that magic spot, Ty exploded. Bursts of white light blinded him as his body began to spasm. He was shooting so much, he thought he was seriously going to pop a vein. Spencer rode out every wave with him, swallowing every drop Ty released. Ty’s ears were ringing, and he was fighting to catch his breath.
He heard the distant cry of Spencer’s orgasm; felt the warmth of hot liquid on his chest; the liberation of his wrists as the binds were undone; the weight of his best friend’s body molded to his. Soft lips kissed him tenderly, bringing him back to earth.
“Yup, that’s exactly what I wanted for dessert. Delicious.” Spencer kissed him again, achingly slow, lusciously deep, shockingly…intimate.
“You’re seriously going to kill me one of these times.”
“Nope. Not letting you off of the hook from our bet that easily.” Spencer laughed.
But Ty couldn’t describe the unexpected ache he had in his chest from those words, so he just tried to push it away, not wanting it to ruin this moment. He held onto Spencer tighter and kissed him back with a sudden urgency.
“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” Spencer whispered.
“That means you did a phenomenal job making me forget why I was even mad to begin with.” Spencer opened his mouth, but Ty pinched his lips closed again. “And you should probably know when to shut up. I’ll help you.” And he kissed him again.