Ty had woken up in the middle of the night, still wrapped in Spencer’s arms. He was so comfortable he didn’t want to move, but his bladder was screaming at him. As he began to sit up, he was pulled back down by strong arms around his waist.
“Where are you going?”
“Bathroom.”
“Don’t take too long.”
So, Spencer wanted him there? All night? Ty was comforted by the thought as he rose up. A subtle ache on his ass reminded him of what had happened before they climbed into bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ty made his way to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he was back in the hall, standing between his room and Spencer’s. It only took him another second to realize where he wanted to be.
Crawling back into bed, he barely lay back down before Spencer pulled him back into his arms, wrapping them both under the covers. A sigh escaped Ty’s lips as he snuggled back into the warmth of his best friend. Somehow, this felt so right. He never imagined it would feel like this…could feel like this. It was like he was always meant to be there…in Spencer’s arms. He closed his eyes, surrounded by a warm blanket of contentment and Spencer’s strong body, and drifted back to sleep.
A few hours later, the sound of an alarm had Ty waking and, for a split second, wondering where the hell he was. That was, until he was rolled to his back and kissed long, slow, and sweet.
“I could get used to this,” Spencer whispered as he leaned over Ty, snuggling into his neck.
“Me too.” And even though hearing Spencer say things like that still surprised Ty, his own feelings were no longer unexpected. He truly meant it when he said he could get used to waking up with Spencer every day.
“How about we go out to dinner tonight? Even though you lost the bet, I feel kind of guilty that you’ve been getting dinner for us every night.”
“Don’t feel any guilt about punishing me, though?” Ty laughed.
“Oh no, I look forward to that.” Spencer grinned and slid his hand under Ty, grabbing one of his sore ass cheeks.
Hissing in a breath, Ty smacked his arm away. “I’ll be lucky if I can sit down at work today.”
“Awww, poor baby. Let me kiss it and make it better.” Spencer flipped Ty over and planted a big wet kiss on both ass cheeks then flipped him back over. “How’s that?”
“Oh, much better.” Ty laughed and palmed Spencer’s forehead, pushing him back while he threw the blanket off them. “I’m going to get breakfast ready.”
“So, do you want to go out tonight?”
“Yeah, that’d be good.” Walking out, Ty rubbed his ass, getting a laugh out of Spencer.
They’d decided to meet at home then go together to the steak house. Ty and Spencer never ran out of things to say over dinner. After eight years of knowing each other, there was still always something they laughed, argued, or debated about. He trusted Spencer as much as his own family and had a new-found appreciation for how sexy his best friend was.
So far, the sex had been amazing, even though they hadn’t taken that final step…yet. Ty felt like it was only a matter of time. Was there anything else you needed in a good relationship? He’d never had someone before who encompassed all of those things. When did Spencer become everything Ty had been looking for?
“You look deep in thought.”
Ty looked up, feeling the heat on his cheeks from being lost in thought again about his best friend. “Sorry, a lot on my mind, I guess.” He put his fork down and took a sip of his beer.
“Anything you want to talk about?” Spencer looked at him, concern in his blue eyes.
There had never been a time when Ty couldn’t talk to Spencer, and he, no doubt, would talk to him. The end of the bet was around the corner, but he wasn’t ready yet to talk about what would happen after it was done. What the hell was he waiting for? The problem was, Ty was starting to fear the answer. Spencer had never been big on relationships. Hell, Ty hadn’t either, but now it was all he could think about.
The thought of things going back to the way they were made Ty cringe. There was no way in hell he could sit in his room, knowing Spencer had yet another one-night stand tied up in his bedroom.
Suddenly, Ty lost his appetite. How could they never have thought about what would happen after the bet was up? One thing was for sure; he’d rather move out than watch as Spencer brought home one guy after the other to fuck. Now the thought of having to move out made Ty queasy.
“Actually, I’m not feeling so great. Mind if we go home?” He was overreacting, but he just needed some air.
“Yeah, sure. Let me get the check.” Spencer was watching him, clearly knowing something else was up, but he didn’t question it.
When they got home, Ty headed to his bedroom, claiming he just needed to lie down for a little while. He had no intention of coming back out tonight. The atmosphere was heavy; he’d ruined the mood with his pouting, and sleep was the only thing he wanted right now.
When the light came through his windows the next morning, Ty had new-found clarity—and he was really pissed at himself. Not only did he waste one of, possibly, the only nights he had left to be wrapped naked around Spencer, he’d ruined their dinner. And all of it was because he was acting like a coward, scared to talk to the most important person in his life about where all this was going.
He knew how to fix the situation, and he was going to tonight.
Ty could hear Spencer walking down the hall to his bedroom, and the anticipation had his cock dancing. He physically clicked the last piece of his plan into place and held his breath as the knob on the door started to turn. As Spencer’s bedroom door opened, he called out Ty’s name, probably wondering where he was since the rest of the house was so quiet, and Ty’s bedroom was empty.
When the door opened fully, Spencer stopped mid-step, his eyes landing on what was waiting for him on his bed. Ty had stripped down as soon as he’d gotten home and went to Spencer’s room. He’d taken the handcuffs he’d finally found in Spencer’s closet and gotten onto the bed. Facing the wall in a kneeling position—finding it the easiest way to wrap the handcuffs around the top, wooden bar of the headboard—he’d then attached the metal cuffs to his wrists. He’d also hoped his position would make it clear to Spencer what he wanted. With his hands restrained in front of him, Ty kneeled in a way that had his ass pushed back and up, as if in offering. He’d thought long and hard about this decision all day and had always come to the same conclusion: he’d regret it if he didn’t finally know what it was like to have Spencer inside him. And not just Spencer’s fingers or tongue this time. He wanted it all. He wanted to feel so close to Spencer that there was no way even air could pass between them. The fear of what it all would mean and how it would feel only fueled Ty’s need.
“Fuck,” Spencer whispered from the doorway. He came into the room and closed the door behind him. “I guess you’re feeling better?” He crossed the room, his eyes roaming over every inch of Ty’s body. Chills tingled over Ty’s skin, his heart starting to race as Spencer got closer.
“I figured since I fucked up dinner last night, I should be disciplined.” Ty glanced over at Spencer, who was loosening his tie. He almost lost his train of thought but continued on with his rehearsed words. “Let my steak go to waste and you didn’t finish yours.”
Pushing his ass out a little more, Ty watched as Spencer removed his button-down shirt and moved his hands down to undo his belt. “Figured you should probably show me what it’s like to feel full… You know, so I never waste perfectly good meat again.”
As Spencer’s pants pooled around his ankles, he responded, “You’re right. You need to be shown what should be done with a perfectly good piece of meat.”
Ty wanted to laugh at the ridiculous puns they were using, like a badly made porno, but when Spencer pushed his boxer briefs down and kicked them aside, nothing else mattered. Spencer climbed onto the bed behind Ty and pressed his body up against him.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Ty? No safewords or Sir…just tell me.”
Ty appreciated the last chance Spencer was giving him to back out, but he knew what he wanted. “I’m completely sure. I want this. I want this…with you” He sighed as Spencer kissed the back of his neck and slid his hands around Ty’s waist.
Spencer kissed over Ty’s right shoulder then moved his lips down onto his shoulder blade. All the while, he was moving his hands up and down Ty’s chest and stomach. He rubbed his hard cock up and down Ty’s crack, mimicking a thrusting movement. The sensation had Ty pushing back into Spencer and moving in rhythm to create a delicious friction.
Ty arched his back at the touch of Spencer’s lips right in the center of it. His tongue drew lazy circles from one side to the other then back to the center. Those strong fingers were sweeping over the patch of hair above Ty’s waiting shaft, teasing him. Ty’s senses were in overload, and he loved every second of it.
Spencer moved his mouth down, trailing his tongue along the line of Ty’s lower back. He was quick to move down farther, licking and kissing each round muscle of Ty’s ass. Spencer’s warm hands slid from Ty’s cock then around to his ass, pulling those muscles apart while a finger lightly brushed over Ty’s eager hole.
“Damn, you have a fine ass,” Spencer said before devouring the puckered entrance with his tongue. Ty threw his head back, overcome with ecstasy. He vaguely registered Spencer was reaching over to the nightstand, taking out lube and a condom.
Oh shit, this was it…no turning back, and he sure as fuck didn’t want to. He could hear Spencer ripping open the condom wrapper, and the fact that Ty could only hear but not see what Spencer was doing made his cock weep. Spencer squirted some lube out and tossed the bottle on the bed.
“One more chance to change your mind,” Spencer said in his ear, nibbling on the lobe.
“Just do it. Please…” Ty licked his lips. “I want you to.” Ty managed to get the words out in a raspy voice, needing to feel Spencer inside him.
Spencer’s response was to rub lube on Ty’s hole before pushing his first finger in. Ty’s head fell back and landed on Spencer’s shoulder. He hissed when Spencer added a second finger and pushed back trying to fuck himself when the third finger went in.
“Fuck, Spencer… Do it now!” Ty pleaded, needing more.
Ty felt pressure as Spencer lined up his cock and pushed. He remembered what Spencer had told him when he was inserting the butt plug. Pushing out against the invasion, Ty tensed a little as he felt Spencer’s cock pop past the barrier. Pain cloaked in pleasure flooded his body.
“Relax, Ty. Tell me when you’re ready for me to keep going.” Spencer held still, his labored breathing letting Ty know that holding back at this point was challenging. Ty exhaled, most of the pain subsiding and pleasure remaining. Pushing back, he signaled to Spencer to move. Cautiously, Spencer inched the rest of the way in until he was in to the hilt, both men sighing in ecstasy.
Pulling slightly back out, Spencer then surged forward, plunging into Ty. Gradually, the pace picked up, and Spencer was thrusting over and over again. Ty was moaning, could hear it and couldn’t care less. This was more pleasure than he’d ever experienced. He’d do practically anything for it to continue. Hell, he’d even sing Mary Had a Fuckin’ Little Lamb, as long as Spencer never stopped fucking him.
They moved together now, Ty pushing back while Spencer drove forward. Ty cried out when Spencer hit that magic spot, the repetitive jabbing to his prostate sending shockwaves coursing throughout his body.
“Oh shit…Spencer, I’m gonna…” He couldn’t get the words out, the room was spinning, and the bed was slamming into the wall.
“Do it, baby. Come for me,” Spencer growled out, his thrusts becoming more intense. He held on to Ty’s left hip while he reached around with his other hand to grab Ty’s cock, stroking it in time with his relentless thrusts.
All hurry, hurry, hurry…thrusting, stroking, pushing and…explosion! Ty’s body shook. His orgasm so mind-blowing, his whole body fell forward. The only things holding him up were Spencer’s arms around his waist and the handcuffs keeping his hands above his head. Pulse after pulse of white, hot cream sprayed onto Spencer’s wall and headboard. Behind Ty, Spencer thrust a couple more times before his whole body tensed as he shot into the condom deep within Ty. He could feel Spencer throbbing, releasing inside of him. His only regret was that the condom prevented him from feeling Spencer’s essence explode in his tunnel.
When the rush began to calm, Ty suddenly felt the pain in his wrists, realizing now that Spencer was leaning against his back.
“Spencer?”
“Yeah?” Spencer had his face laying on Ty’s back.
“My wrists are killing me.”
“Oh shit! I’m sorry!” He shot up and, immediately, freed Ty from the handcuffs. Rubbing his wrists, Ty collapsed on the bed right next to Spencer. They lay in silence for a second until Spencer spoke, “That was amazing. Please tell me you thought that was amazing.”
Ty turned to face Spencer, laying his head on the pillow so they were just inches apart. “It was amazing. Beyond anything I had imagined.”
“So, you’ve thought about me fucking you?”
“These last few weeks I’ve thought about it a lot. Maybe…maybe even before then.” Spencer didn’t need to know that Ty had been thinking about it ever since that night a month and a half ago. “I never knew it could be like that…so intense.”
Spencer leaned in, kissing Ty slowly, gently brushing their tongues together. The kiss was anything but hurried; it was more passionate and more meaningful than any other Ty had ever had. He rolled to his back, pulling Spencer onto his chest, burrowing his fingers in Spencer’s black hair. In that moment, he knew he had to make Spencer see that this couldn’t end between them.
Bet or no bet, Spencer had Ty completely.