Everything… This changes everything. This changes…everything.
That one sentence and its unknown meaning haunted Ty all day. Were he and Spencer about to cross a line? Was it smart to cross that line? Did he want to?
He’d been asking himself that all day, getting absolutely nothing accomplished at work. Was this going too far? Even though every ounce of common sense he had left was screaming at him not to do this, he was obviously choosing to listen to the wrong head. His cock was ruling this decision, and the sentence from Judge Cock had him handcuffed, strip searched, and serving the next two weeks of his life being punished to the fullest extent of Spencer’s sexual whims.
Walking into the house that night had felt different than the hundreds of times he’d done it before. Change was in the air, and the anticipation sent tingles of energy all through Ty’s body. He’d already stopped to get the mandatory Chinese food that Spencer had texted he wanted. He set that on the counter and went to his room to change into sweats and a T-shirt.
Coming back out into the living room, Ty noticed a small, white box on the coffee table. Spencer was in the kitchen, taking the containers out of the bag.
“Just in time… I thought I would have to serve myself.” Spencer stepped away and went to sit on the couch, waiting to be served. “Oh, and I’ll take a beer,” he yelled into kitchen.
Walking back into the living room, plate and beer in hand, Ty gave Spencer his food while eyeing that box sitting on the table. He went and got his own plate and beer then sat down at the other end of the couch.
They ate in silence, but the sound of that little box calling Ty’s name threatened to drive him crazy. It was no bigger than a box of tissues. Was it for him? Did it have something in it that Spencer would make him do? How could Spencer keep eating with that box calling Ty’s name so fucking loudly?
“Ty!” Spencer smacked him on the arm. “Dude, I said your name three times!”
Okay, so the box wasn’t magically calling to him, but he couldn’t take it anymore. “What’s in the box?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“That’d be why I asked,” Ty sarcastically retorted.
“Such a smart ass!” Spencer sat there staring a hole through Ty, those blue eyes like laser beams, scorching a path from Ty’s eyes to his lips and back up.
Every hair on Ty’s body was raised by the sheer magnitude of Spencer’s baby blues focused on him. He’d known Spencer for years; yet, somehow, lately it was like he was seeing him for the first time. Ty was nervous around him. Like…butterflies in his stomach, hands shaking, mouth dry…fucking nervous!
“So, I’ve been thinking a lot about this today.”
Oh God, here it comes. Ty picked his beer up and drained the last of it in seconds. His heart raced as he waited for Spencer to continue.
“I never thought you, of all people, would get off on watching two guys having sex.”
He knows! Spencer knows I saw him and his tied-up, begging booty call!
“Ty, you’re spacing out again.” He looked over at Spencer, his pulse pounding in his ears. “Those movies were meant to be punishment, but you getting off on them? Never expected that.”
The porn! Right! Ty, seriously, get a grip, he silently scolded himself.
“So, I’m gonna do something I never do,” Spencer continued. “I’m giving you the chance to take door number one.”
Door number one? Was that what he called taking it up the ass? What the fuck was door number two then? Maybe door number one was code for a blow job and door number two was taking it up the ass? Both had Ty’s cock doing a happy dance in his sweats, making him grab the nearest pillow to smother the dance party.
The flick of Spencer’s middle finger right between Ty’s eyes jerked him back to reality.
“Focus, Ty!” Spencer laughed, and Ty noticed they were suddenly sitting very close to each other. “I’m willing to let you go back and choose my original idea for losing the bet. You’d have to do the laundry and food shopping for one month.”
“What?” Ty couldn’t believe his ears.
“I don’t want weirdness between us, so I’m willing to change the stakes, if that’s what you want to do.”
This was not going as Ty had planned. He put the pillow back on the couch and looked down at his lap, absently pulling at a thread coming out of the seam of the right leg of his sweats. This made sense; they’d been friends for too long to risk screwing it up with sex. And what the fuck was he even thinking anyway? He didn’t fuck guys—and had never in his life wanted another guy to fuck him.
“Or…”
Ty’s head shot back up so fast, his eyes looking straight into Spencer’s. “Or?”
“Or, you could choose door number two.” Ty followed Spencer’s gaze as it landed on the small box on the coffee table.
“You’ve made it pretty clear I’m not using this whole no limits thing to the fullest extent. So…choosing door number two, you opt to follow through with being under my command…without limits. Anything that occurs from this point on happens”—Spencer’s blue eyes were intense, and Ty couldn’t bring himself to even blink—“between two consenting adults.”
Those three words, two consenting adults, he swore echoed through the room as if they’d been yelled off the highest mountaintop. They both knew what those three words meant, understanding moving between them. This was it, the pinnacle moment—the one that changed everything. If he chose door number one, he could feel like himself again for the first time in a month. Things could go back to the way they were. That thought wrapped around him like a warm blanket, fresh from the dryer. It comforted him and made him feel safe.
“Door number two, Sir.” The words came from Ty’s mouth, ripping that warm blanket off, replacing comfort with burning need. Why would he need a fucking blanket to keep him warm when he felt like his insides were made of molten lava, and all he wanted was for that volcano to erupt?
Spencer inched a little closer, facing his body toward Ty. Keeping his left foot on the floor, his right leg was bent on the couch with his shin pressed firmly against Ty’s left thigh. Ty felt like he couldn’t breathe as Spencer whispered, “Are you sure about this?”
Without taking his eyes off of Spencer, Ty reached forward for the box on the coffee table. Slowly, he removed the lid and finally looked down to see his fate. A brown piece of cloth was the first thing he saw. Removing it, Ty stared at the material. There were two panels connected by brown string; one small panel of cloth in the front and one in the back. Realization hit him, picturing the guy from Spartacum―it was a loincloth.
Ty reached for his beer and tried to chug, forgetting he’d already emptied it. His eyes focused on the beer bottle Spencer was holding in front of his face. Grabbing that one, Ty knocked back the entire bottle.
“I figured you should have proper attire when serving your Master, so this will be your uniform for the next two weeks, from the second you walk into this house. You’ll only remove it to leave for work or errands, or…” Spencer stared hard at Ty before his eyes averted down to Ty’s groin, and he placed his hand on the inside of Ty’s thigh, achingly close to the, once again, raging dance party, “when I have you remove it for my pleasure.”
Ty swallowed hard, sure Spencer could hear him gulp like a cartoon character.
“But we need to discuss something first. You need safewords.”
“What the hell is a safeword?” Ty was suddenly nervous. He assumed it was a word that would keep him safe, but safe from what?
“You use it when you want me to slow down or stop whatever I’m doing. No questions asked. They can be anything you want them to be.” Spencer cleared his throat. “And since you’re new to it all, we really need to set up boundaries. I refuse to do anything that sacrifices our friendship.”
Friendship. Somehow, that word had come to mean something more to Ty. “So, I just choose any words?”
“Yeah. Some people just stick to green, yellow, and red. You can choose any three that will mean go, slow down, and stop.”
Green…now it makes sense why that guy called out the color that night. “I’m not using green.” No way, no how was he using the same word as that tied-up, begging booty call.
Spencer furrowed his brow. “Ooookay. What then?”
Ty thought about it for a minute. Hmm…a word that’ll mean: for fuck’s sake, keep going… He smiled and said, “Peachy.”
Spencer barked out a laugh. “Okay, Elio. And the other two?”
“Those can be yellow and red, I guess.”
They held each other’s gaze for a minute before Spencer softly asked again, “You’re sure about this, Ty?”
This was what he’d chosen. He’d signed on for this when Spencer had given him the opportunity to back out. Ty prepared himself for shame to slam into him, but none came. Instead, he stood and faced Spencer. Spencer’s brows drew together, a line forming between them as if he didn’t know what Ty was about to do.
“I never back down from a bet…Sir.” Ty raised his arms and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Eyes focused on Spencer, he then pushed his sweats down until gravity did the rest, pooling them at his ankles. After kicking the sweats to the side, Ty hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. Could he do this? Jesus, this was huge.
“Take them off,” Spencer ordered, his voice strong but with a hint of uncertainty.
But, damn did Ty’s cock love to be told what to do…at least when it was Spencer doing the ordering. When Ty saw lust pour off his best friend in tidal waves, and the outline of his hard cock pressed against his jeans, it solidified Ty’s next move.
Sliding his thumbs down the sides of his legs, Ty pushed the boxers to his feet and kicked them to the side by his sweats. He’d never felt so vulnerable in his entire life, and it turned him the fuck on like nothing ever had. His arousal stood proud and true, pointing in the direction of Spencer’s stunned face. Spencer licked his lips, and Ty’s cock jumped as he leaned forward, inches from that hot mouth. With his eyes locked firmly on Spencer’s, Ty reached his left hand over and grabbed the loincloth off the couch then stood back up.
Hooking it around his waist, he laughed when the piece in front hung on his hard cock like a towel rack. “Guess that’s going to be a problem.” He looked back up to see Spencer staring at him like he was starving, and Ty was his next meal.
“Not a problem for me.” Spencer stood, and as he did, the mound beneath his jeans brushed up against Ty’s cloth-covered cock. Both men inhaled deeply.
“Now what?” Ty asked.
“Now…” Spencer whispered, pausing to stare at Ty. Ty felt like he couldn’t breathe, anticipation making him antsy, “you do my laundry.”
Seriously? That’s what he’d waited for?
“Is that disappointment I see?” Ty wanted to wipe that smirk off Spencer’s face. “Well, if you do a good job with my laundry, I’ll even let you…” Spencer was whispering in Ty’s ear now, leaning over so their cocks were touching. Ty felt his breath catch, and he closed his eyes, “…make my,” swallowing hard, Ty waited with bated breath, “lunch for tomorrow.”
Ty’s eyes shot open, and he looked at Spencer, their faces extremely close now.
“What’s the matter, Ty?” Spencer’s voice was still soft but teasing. “Did you have something else in mind?”
“Wh―what?” Ty could feel himself sweating, embarrassment washing over him. Did he want something else? Hell yeah, he did, but he wasn’t about to say that. “No, just don’t feel like touching your stank clothes.” He huffed out a nervous laugh, trying to cover up any lingering frustration.
“Uh huh, right.” Spencer clearly wasn’t buying it.
They both walked back to Spencer’s room. “Try not to shrink anything; my clothes are nicer than yours.”
“You wish.” Ty went over to Spencer’s closet, the chill on his skin keeping him very aware of what he was wearing…or barely wearing. He grabbed Spencer’s basket off the floor and started to fill it with dirty clothes. Over his shoulder, Spencer handed him a shirt, a pair of jeans, and boxers.
Ty grabbed them out of his hands, picked the basket up, and turned around—almost dropping the basket back on the floor. Spencer stood in front him, and Ty realized the clothes he’d had on were obviously the clothes he’d just handed Ty…because now Spencer was completely naked. Damn, this fucking scrap of cloth doesn’t hide anything! Ty could feel his cock reacting to a nude Spencer, and it was a very, very happy response.
Quickly, Ty moved the basket in front of his exposed erection. I’ll deal with you later, traitor.
“After you put that wash in and make my lunch, I want a massage. Don’t take too long.”
How could Ty’s mouth be so fucking dry, and at the same time, he felt like he was drooling? When did he start looking at Spencer like this? Ty knew the answer, but he was still having trouble wrapping his brain around it. It wasn’t his brain he wanted to wrap around Spencer though. No, now, Ty wanted his body covering Spencer’s sweaty, hot, naked—
“Ty! I said don’t take too long!” Spencer was snapping his fingers in front of Ty’s face.
“Okay, I hear you!” he snapped back, walking around him.
“That ass is begging for punishment.” Spencer smacked it, as Ty walked by.
Ty stopped abruptly, feeling the zing on his bare cheek and loving it. He breathed in deeply then continued out the door.
Ty walked back into Spencer’s room ten minutes later. “Wash is in, lunch is made, now…” He lost his words as his eyes roamed over the body lying naked on the bed. Spencer had his legs crossed at the ankles, and his hands clasped under his head. His cock was semi-hard, lying to the left side of his pelvis as if it was pointing to Ty, calling to him.
Ty listened and moved toward the bed, never taking his eyes off that dick that seemed to come to life as Ty got closer.
“Oil’s on the nightstand.”
“You know I have no idea how to give a massage, right?”
“Hands, skin, rub… I think you can figure it out.” Spencer rolled toward Ty then completely over onto his stomach.
It felt like the longest walk of Ty’s life to the side of the bed. Ty picked up the oil before kneeled on the mattress by Spencer’s right side. Squirting some oil on his left hand, he put it back down then rubbed his hands together.
With just his fingertips, Ty pushed into the muscles on the right side of Spencer’s back a few times.
“What the hell is that?”
“What?”
“You’re pushing at me like you’re seeing if I’m dead.” Spencer laughed as he leaned up on his forearms and looked over his shoulder. “Hands on, Ty…massage. How are you going to get any leverage leaning over me like that?” Spencer looked toward his ass and nudged his head in that direction before laying back down with his arms at his sides.
Ty got the message, but it scared the shit out of him. That would be the closest he’d ever been to Spencer…skin to skin. Still, what the hell was he doing all this for if he wasn’t going to take chances? Ty couldn’t explain the want he’d felt since that night; he just knew it was there.
Slowly, Ty moved closer, lifting his left leg up and over Spencer’s body. He straddled Spencer’s ass and arms, lifting so he hovered above Spencer. Taking the front of the loincloth, Ty raised it up and over and tucked it into the belt. Positioning his hands on the back of Spencer’s shoulders, he pressed his palms into the muscles while squeezing with his fingers. Repeating that movement, Ty traveled his hands down Spencer’s back, taking in his scent. He’d always loved the feminine scent of a woman. This scent was woodsy musk. It invaded his senses, seeping its way into his brain, clouding his mind.
With a quick motion, Spencer moved both arms out, spreading Ty’s thighs wider and causing his body to come down.
“Jesus, Spencer! I’m not a fucking wishbone! What the—” His complaint was cut off by a loud moan. Oh shit, it was him. He moaned. Spencer lifted his hips off the mattress, rubbing his ass into Ty’s nuts and rock-hard cock. Ty fell forward, his hands landing on the bed on either side of Spencer’s shoulders. Breathing in deeply, Ty closed his eyes and ground down against Spencer.
“Ty, let me turn over,” Spencer whispered.
As if he’d been slapped, Ty shot back up, almost falling backwards off the bed.
Spencer rolled over, leaning up on his hands as he stared at Ty. “There’s nothing wrong with it, you know.”
Confusion must have been clear on Ty’s face because Spencer added, “There’s nothing wrong with being turned on by this. It’s a natural reaction. Pleasure is pleasure, Ty.”
Ty could feel himself shaking, gearing up to ask the question that had been hanging in the air since this morning. “You don’t think we’re crossing a line?”
“I think there’s only a line if we draw one. You know me better than anyone else. I’m more comfortable with you than anyone else.” Spencer paused then asked, “Question is, where do you want to go from here?”
Ty felt like the walls were closing in on him. He stumbled off the end of the bed onto his feet. “I…I don’t…” Not knowing how to continue, Ty turned and rushed into his own room, closing the door behind him.
Leaning up against the door, his chest heaved and his body perspired as he tried to process what had just happened. In a daze, Ty went over to his bed and stretched out on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Jesus, he was still shaking. What was he supposed to do now? Spencer just made things crystal clear on his end. He had no problem upping the ante of their friendship, but this would be the biggest gamble Ty would ever take.
This wasn’t a decision he could make quickly or take lightly; there had to be no doubt in his mind if he was going to take this step.
Rolling over onto his side, Ty closed his eyes and tried to block out everything else. Maybe tomorrow things would be clearer. Right now, he’d never been so confused in his entire life.