When the late-morning sun peeked through a crack in between Ty’s curtains, he decided he’d be okay with Jack Daniels and Spencer carpooling to hell. Fuck, he’d even pay for the gas. Feeling like a zombie, he dragged his ass out of bed, threw on some sweats, and sluggishly made his way to the kitchen.
“Morning, sunshine.” Spencer’s annoyingly happy face was not what he wanted to see before he had his first cup of coffee. “What’s the matter? Rough night?” he teased.
“Bite me.”
“Know your role, Ty.” Spencer got up from his seat and closed the distance between the two of them.
“Oh, sorry… Bite me, Sir.”
“I give the orders, remember?”
“I remember a lot of things.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice. Leaving me in the hallway with blue balls…yeah, I remember.
“Oh really? Seems to me you’re forgetting something,” Spencer shot back, having entirely too much fun with this conversation.
“Enlighten me.”
“Such the smart ass!” Spencer laughed. “I’ll have to do something about that.” Grabbing the waistband of Ty’s sweats and boxers, Spencer pulled him close—damned if Ty’s double-crossing cock didn’t shout for joy.
“It’s Saturday, Ty. Know what that means?”
“Two-for-one at the Chinese Buffet?”
Spencer snorted and shook his head. “Yeah, there definitely will be punishment for your smart ass.” Reaching his other arm around, Spencer grabbed Ty’s ass cheek and squeezed, hard. Leaning in, Spencer whispered in Ty’s ear, “Where’s your uniform?”
Surprised, Ty looked down, and then it dawned on him...Saturday.
“That’s right. All day, my friend. Or should I say…my servant.” Spencer squeezed Ty’s ass again, pulling Ty up against him. “Being the nice guy I am, I’ll let you go food shopping first. But then”—Spencer rubbed his groin up and down Ty’s torturously slow—“you wear your uniform until I tell you to take it off.”
The promise alone of taking his “uniform” off for Spencer made putting it on worth it. Ty couldn’t bring himself to speak, so a slight nod was all he could muster for a reply.
“Ty is speechless? Who knew it was possible?” Spencer laughed and smacked Ty’s ass before walking away, leaving Ty standing alone in the middle of the kitchen.
Looking down, he pointed a finger at his achingly-hard cock. “You and I need to have a talk about whose side you’re on, Benedict Arnold.” Grabbing a mug, he filled it with hot coffee. “I’m definitely losing my mind.”
“Leaving in ten! Be ready if you want a ride to your car!” Spencer called from his bedroom. Ty groaned, dragging his tired ass back to his room to change.
After Spencer had dropped Ty off at the bar to get his car, they’d gone their separate ways for a few hours. He could only imagine what Spencer was up to this time. Ty was in his bedroom when Spencer finally got home—because there was no way in hell he was going to sit on the living room couch in a loincloth. He heard Spencer go into his room across the hall and held his breath, trying to hear every move he made. His best friend had somehow become number one on Ty’s radar, setting off all sorts of alarms every time they were near each other.
Ty could hear Spencer come back out of his room, could feel him on the other side of his door.
“Ty?” Spencer knocked before cracking the door open a little then opened it all the way and walked in. “Hey, so are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“I think it’s time I get cleaned up.” Spencer started to walk away then turned back. “Of course, you don’t expect me to draw my own bath and wash myself, do you?”
Realization sweeping over Ty had him moving toward the bathroom. He wanted Spencer to take charge, to make him do things he otherwise didn’t have the guts to do. Currents of anticipation and need shot through his body as he drew the shower curtain back. Kneeling down, he turned the hot water knob, filling the tub as steam rose. Behind him, he heard movement and looked up to find Spencer standing in his black bathrobe. Untying the belt, Spencer let the robe fall to floor and stood in front of Ty, his naked body strong and magnificent.
Ty watched as Spencer stepped around him and into the full tub. He slowly lowered himself into the hot water as Ty leaned over to shut the faucet off.
“I worked out today, so you should make sure I’m really clean,” Spencer said, his voice hoarse as if even just the thought of Ty’s hands on him was affecting him.
Grabbing the bar of soap, Ty froze and stared at Spencer. He would’ve laughed at the situation he’d gotten himself in, but one look at Spencer…wet, the purple tip of his hard cock sticking out of the water as if to breathe…had Ty grabbing the bar of soap and dipping his hand into that hot bath. He pulled his hand back out and slowly rotated the bar between his palms, creating lather. Bringing his right hand up, Ty felt like he was moving in slow motion as he connected with the wet skin of Spencer’s left pec. He could hear Spencer sigh and watched as his chest moved up and down with every breath.
Moving his hand clockwise over Spencer’s left nipple, Ty began to wash him, his own heart pounding in his chest. He realized how heavy he was breathing when he began to feel a little lightheaded. Sliding his hand over to the right side, he circled his fingers around Spencer’s other nipple, getting goosebumps as he felt it harden under his touch. Ty never knew touching a man—no, Spencer—like this would make him so hot, so aroused. His own erection was pressed against the side of the tub, aching for more.
Reaching his other hand in holding the soap, Ty spread the lather up under Spencer’s arms and down his sides, sweeping around until both hands met in the middle of Spencer’s belly. Ty glanced up at Spencer and lost his train of thought. Spencer’s half-lidded eyes were watching him, waiting for his next move.
Ty moved his hands down, sliding them back out to Spencer’s hips. He paused for a heartbeat, staring at the patch of dark hair at Spencer’s groin. But following instinct and pure desire, he traced his thumbs along the top of the hairline, brushing slightly against the base of his erection. Spencer hissed in a breath and Ty smirked, feeling Spencer’s need. Gliding his hands down even farther, Ty now traced those thumbs along the line between Spencer’s inner thigh and waiting sac, never making contact with the prize in the center.
He couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying this now. He’d never seen Spencer like this, and he got extreme satisfaction in knowing it was under his hands. Ty lathered more soap then slid his hands down Spencer’s legs and around his feet. Running his hands under his heels, he brought his hands up the back of Spencer’s legs.
Both men inhaled deeply when Ty reached those tight muscles under the water. Ty locked eyes with Spencer as he slid his hands up and over Spencer’s thighs, placing them back in the water between Spencer’s legs, still avoiding his cock.
Moment of truth time… Could he do this? Ty’s ears were ringing and his chest was heaving as he rotated the soap in his palms. His own cock was weeping, pulsing and sliding on the outside of the tub. Ty locked his gaze on Spencer’s throbbing cock. Ever so slowly, he brought his right hand forward under the water, coming in contact with Spencer’s ass. His fingers traveled up the center until he reached the patch of skin under Spencer’s balls. Ty moved his fingers in a circular motion, massaging the area.
Spencer grabbed on to the edge of the tub. “Shit.” He sighed, closing his eyes again.
Fuck that was hot! Ty was fucking proud of himself for the way he was making Spencer moan. Who knew it could feel this…powerful?
While continuing the massage on Spencer’s taint, Ty rotated his hand so now his palm was over Spencer’s sac. He cupped him and rubbed—and nearly forgot he was supposed to be cleaning him. Hell, he didn’t even remember dropping the soap. Ty grabbed the bar from the bottom of the tub and rotated it in his hand, creating soap suds. Once he had a thick lather, he dropped the bar again and held his hand above Spencer’s cock. They stared at each other for a second before Ty took him in a shaking hand, feeling the smooth skin of another man’s cock for the first time. They both released breaths as Ty moved his hand up, sweeping it over the swollen head and back down.
Spencer’s breathing hitched; his white-knuckle grip on the tub was touching Ty’s chest as Ty leaned over the edge. Ty had thought he only wanted Spencer to dominate him, but having this control over Spencer was a rush. He moved his hand up and down a couple more times before Spencer grabbed him.
“You’re gonna make me come. Then you’ll have to clean me again,” Spencer whispered, and the intensity and raw need in his blue eyes stopped Ty in his tracks. Ty was shocked at the confession and overly stimulated by having almost made Spencer come. He wanted more. He wanted to make Spencer come. Holy shit. There’s a realization for you.
Spencer carefully stood up in the tub, water and suds dripping down his sculpted muscles. “You can rinse me now.”
Ty looked up at his friend, salivating at the scene before him. He rose on shaky legs, his cock so hard it was bordering on painful. Heat rushed to his face, knowing he couldn’t hide his excitement under the skimpy loincloth. He grabbed the cup off the ledge that they used to rinse the shower with. Filling it with hot water, Ty’s hand shook. He poured the water over Spencer’s glistening body, starting over his right shoulder. A few more cups and Spencer was completely soap free.
Stepping over the edge of the tub, Spencer said, “Dry me.”
Ty grabbed the towel off the rack and began rubbing it all over Spencer’s muscular torso. Kneeling once more, he brought the towel down one wet leg and up the other. When he looked up, he was faced with the only part of Spencer’s body that was wet—and not only with water.
Ty glanced up at Spencer’s face, and the savage gaze he was met with set fire to Ty’s core.
“Lick it,” Spencer demanded, throwing kerosene on the burning flames already consuming Ty’s body.
Ty was seriously shaking now. He shifted his eyes back down to look at Spencer’s cock then back up to Spencer’s eyes. He saw doubt flash quickly across his best friend’s face, immediately replaced by confidence. It was the doubt that had Ty determined to see this through. Because the need coursing through Ty wasn’t something Spencer could see—even if he felt like his whole body was on fire.
He could do this! Man up, Ty! Lick this thing like it’s a damn lollipop. Like testing the waters, he stuck his tongue out, lapping up the drop of liquid on Spencer’s tip. The saltiness sank into his tongue, making his mouth water. Reaching his tongue back out, Ty did it again, sweeping a larger surface of his tongue against the head of Spencer’s cock. Circling his tongue around, Ty covered every inch of the bulbous tip. He had no idea what the hell he was doing, but he knew what he liked when a woman did it to him. Using that info, Ty put the tip of Spencer’s cock in his mouth, but moving it farther in, Ty felt his gag reflex fight against it.
“Ty, you don’t have to.” Spencer started to back up, not willing to make Ty do anything he didn’t want to do.
“I want to.” Tugging on Spencer’s thighs, he tried to get him to come closer again.
“No, seriously, it’s too soon. It’s okay.”
“I said, I want to. I’m fucking peachy, man.”
“Ty—”
“Get your fucking cock over here and stick it in my mouth.” As soon as Ty said the words, they both stared at each other…and then burst out laughing.
When the laughter subsided, Ty looked up at Spencer. He noticed the way the dimple on the left side of his face was slightly deeper than the one on the right when he smiled. Trailing his eyes down, Ty focused on the small, dark patch of hair in the middle of Spencer’s chest. Below that, Ty’s eyes followed the lines between his abs as if going through a maze. Spencer’s well-developed core formed a V and drew Ty’s attention back to that hard, beckoning cock with a glistening pearl of liquid on the tip.
Ty gripped Spencer’s shaft and, in one long lick, slicked it from sac to tip, getting every inch.
“Fuck, Ty.” Spencer threw his head back, moaning.
“At some point, yes.” He sported a cocky grin, now intoxicated by Spencer’s reaction as he whipped his head back down to stare wide-eyed at Ty.
Eyes locked on those shocked baby blues, Ty swallowed Spencer down as far as he could go, focusing all of his concentration on not choking this time.
Spencer threw his head back again, grabbing on to Ty’s as he pumped his cock in and out of Ty’s mouth. Ty had wanted this since that day he’d seen him with the begging booty call…to be the one to taste Spencer like this…and he loved every minute of it. His taste buds sang as he experienced the musky flavor, combined with the freshness of lingering soap, and the indescribable tang that could only be Spencer’s own unique skin.
He wrapped his hand around the base of Spencer’s cock, moving it in rhythm with his mouth. Spencer tried to pull out, but Ty would be damned if he didn’t take this all the way. With one last sweep of his tongue over the head, Spencer tensed up, his sac drawing up tight.
Hot liquid shot into Ty’s mouth, and he choked a little while trying to focus on not losing a drop as he swallowed all he could. He continued his movements while Spencer rode out the last of the waves.
Popping his mouth off the tip, Ty licked his lips, looking up at Spencer. “Not a drop to clean up.”
The look on Spencer’s face was worth every second Ty had just spent in this bathroom with him. It was a look of someone who was sated and thoroughly pleased, his chest still heaving from Ty’s first performance.
“I’m impressed; you certainly passed that test. I may even find it in my heart to reward you.” Spencer walked around Ty and left the bathroom to go into his own room.
Ty looked at himself in the mirror, and the magnitude of what he’d just done rushed through him. He tried to find an ounce of regret or shame in it and was amazed that he saw neither. All his reflection showed was a painfully aroused man, eager to take the next step.