When Ty walked into the kitchen that morning, he realized he was alone in the house. Spencer must have left early, and it burned a hole in Ty’s gut to know it was because of him. Still, he was thankful for the quiet. He needed time to think about all of this.
The thought of going into work felt pointless because Ty knew he’d just be going through the motions. When he sat staring at his computer a few hours later, he realized he should’ve just stayed home.
In the light of day, Ty thought he would come to his senses and choose to go back to the way things were. Instead, he found he wanted the opposite. Flashes of the way it scorched his skin when Spencer brought their bodies together drove heat straight to his cock. Spencer was finally giving him what he wanted. This was exactly what Ty imagined no limits to mean, and he’d freaked the fuck out.
Right now, when he wasn’t overthinking it, he wanted it…wanted Spencer. Why was he making it so complicated? In frustration, he leaned forward, banging his head on the desk.
“You’re such an idiot,” Ty grumbled to himself.
Walking in the door that night, Ty had butterflies in his stomach. Spencer wasn’t home yet, and he hadn’t texted a request for dinner which was telling.
Ty headed back to his bedroom, having made the decision earlier about what he was going to do. He changed his clothes and went back into the kitchen to put the barbeque ribs into the oven on low. He’d taken a chance and just picked up one of Spencer’s favorites, hoping to clear the air between them.
Thirty minutes later, Ty heard the front door open and walked into the living room, feeling surprisingly anxious to see Spencer. Spencer lifted his head and relief seemed to replace worry on his face.
“Does this mean…” He motioned to a barely-covered Ty, wearing his loincloth in the doorway of the kitchen.
“This means I’m more comfortable with you than I am with anyone else.” They stood in awkward silence for a minute until Ty spoke again. “There are barbeque ribs in the oven. I put another load of your laundry in and picked you up a turkey sub for lunch tomorrow.”
“Thanks.” Again, awkward silence permeated the air.
Slapping his hands together, Ty broke the subdued atmosphere. “I’m starving, let’s eat.”
Spencer smiled and nodded his head, walking toward the couch.
After dinner Spencer got up to go into his room and Ty followed. Making up his mind today, he knew what he needed to do next.
“Okay, let’s do this! Strip down.” Ty rubbed his hands together, pumping himself up.
“What?” Spencer turned around and laughed.
“Come on. I’m ready. Best massage ever, coming your way.” Ty stalked toward him, his confidence growing as Spencer backed toward his bed.
“Hold on! I’m the Master here. I give the orders, remember?” Spencer held his hands up in front of him to stop Ty from coming any closer.
“So, then demand it. I want to try again, Sir,” Ty said, but when Spencer continued to study him skeptically, Ty tried another tactic. “I’m peachy.”
With those words, Spencer snapped out of it and seemed to make up his mind as he began to undress. Ty could feel his body reacting, yet again, but he was beginning to accept that it was okay to feel this way. Spencer lay down on the bed, face down, and waited for Ty to make the next move.
Picking up where he’d left off last night, Ty poured the oil on his hands then climbed on the bed to straddle Spencer’s body. This time, he lowered himself cautiously, a sigh escaping when his naked groin came in contact with Spencer’s skin. He tucked the cloth out of the way again into the belt and began to massage Spencer’s back.
Ty didn’t even realize at first that he was moving his hips in time with the pressure he was applying to Spencer’s strong muscles. Groans slipping past Spencer’s lips…and his own…finally reached Ty’s ears.
He slowly moved his hands down, pushing into Spencer’s lower back now. He knew he was dangerously close to touching those tight muscles, his palms pressing into the skin right before the muscles rounded up. Ty kneaded into the dimples at the top of Spencer’s ass preparing himself to move down farther.
Sliding his body down, they both moaned as Ty dragged his weeping erection down the center of Spencer’s ass. His hands followed, landing on each tight, rounded muscle of Spencer’s ass. The position suddenly struck him, a laugh breaching his lips at the irony of the situation.
“What’s wrong with my ass?” Spencer asked defensively.
“Nothing. Tight ass. Great ass, I swear!” Ty laughed even harder, unable to hold it in now.
“If you’re not gonna take this seriously then—” Spencer started to push up.
“No! I am!” Ty took a deep breath, trying to slow his laughter.
Spencer pushed up even further, starting to roll over. “Forget it, Ty.”
Ty tried to stop Spencer from getting up by pushing him back on the bed once he’d completely rolled over. Leaning forward, he braced himself over Spencer, hands pushing firmly into the biceps of Spencer’s raised arms to hold him to the mattress. Ty took another deep breath, calming himself but still smiling. “Come on, man, cut me some slack. You can’t tell me this isn’t a little weird for you. I had my hands on your bare ass.”
A small smile graced Spencer’s face, releasing some of the tension. “I guess you prefer another position then?”
“Huh?”
Spencer lifted his hips, bringing attention to the fact that they were lying with their cocks firmly pressed together. Ty sucked in a breath, electricity shooting through him at the warmth of their naked erections molded to each other. He hung his head in defeat, closing his eyes as Spencer began the slow grind against him, up and down, up and down. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ty knew warning bells begged to go off, wanting to alert him to the edge he was inching closer and closer to. In defiance to those warnings, Ty worked his cock in rhythm with Spencer’s, the friction transmitting currents of energy traveling from his cock to his brain and rushing back down.
“Open your eyes,” Spencer demanded. Damn, Ty loved that voice…so similar to the dominating voice of that life-changing night.
Ty pried his eyes open, never breaking the delicious motion they were creating against each other as he locked eyes with Spencer. Their movements became hurried, heat building in their cocks as they both struggled to breathe. Ty didn’t care anymore what this meant; he just wanted release. Pressing down harder, grind becoming faster, both men trying to get as close as possible to one another…
And then it happened.
Unleashed streams of hot, glorious cum shooting out of him and onto Spencer had Ty convulsing. Spencer followed, adding to the slick, white cream, shouting his release as it blasted out of his cock onto their heaving chests.
The only sound in the room was both men trying to catch their breath as they stared into each other’s intense eyes.
“Well, fuck,” Ty breathed out, finally able to find his voice. “That was…”
“Yup.” Spencer agreed with the unspoken words, licking his lips.
“No turning back now.” Ty knew this was the push he’d needed. He didn’t just cross that line; he skipped over the fucking thing, singing like a damn school girl who just found her first crush.