Del—and he was Del when he was with Spencer, he really was—wasn’t sure how long they kissed and touched. They might have even dozed a while, so wrapped up in each other that they could drift off and not realize it. And each touch, each kiss, each sigh went a long way to easing the ache inside Del’s chest that he’d been carrying around. Spencer loved him, wasn’t going to reject him again, and they had each other to try to find their way past fear and past insecurities to a future together.
Eventually, heart full of good feelings, his cock finally decided to notice all Spencer’s skin pressed up against his own. He rocked his hips, experimentally, pressing his erection into Spencer’s thigh.
“Damn,” Spencer said in a sleepy whisper. “I totally missed my chance to blow you in your fancy uniform.”
“There will be other chances. Promise.” Del laughed. “But if you’ve still got the urge to blow me...”
“You’re shameless,” Spencer chided.
“Yup.” Del stretched, throwing the covers back. Impatient, he wriggled out of his boxers.
“You’re lucky I love you.” Spencer pushed him down before kissing him right in the middle of his chest.
“I am,” Del said reverently as Spencer kissed a hot trail down his stomach, right to his straining cock. Sometimes Spencer seemed to live to tease him, drive him out of his head with little licks and flutters of the tongue, never taking him deep, but this time he seemed every bit as hungry for it as Del was. His fast, deep rhythm with his free hand doing devilish things to Del’s balls had him on edge far too soon. “Want you to fuck me. You bring stuff?”
“Yep.” Spencer didn’t seem in any hurry to go get it, leisurely licking up and down Del’s shaft before sucking him in again. His tongue lashed Del’s cockhead, making him curse and squirm.
“You’re going to get me off. Been too long. Fuck.”
“Good. You can go again, right?” Spencer raised his head slightly to ask the question.
“Fuck, yes.” Del knew plenty of people who didn’t like being fucked after orgasm, but he loved it, loved how limp and boneless his muscles felt, loved the aftershocks and how sensitive his prostate was, loved coming a second time. Loved how indulged it made him feel, especially with Spencer. It made him feel like the center of Spencer’s attention, like Spencer truly cared for him, wanted to ensure his pleasure. Made him feel taken care of, loved, every bit as much as Spencer’s whispered words had.
His building orgasm felt less like a C-130J readying for takeoff and more like a gentle surge of all the emotion of the past few hours. Spencer sucked hard and continued tormenting his balls, getting him right on the edge.
“Spencer. Fuck. Wanna come.”
Spencer didn’t speak, just took him deeper, humming his approval around Del’s shaft. He was particularly good at using his tongue to milk his cock, making Del feel like he might die if he didn’t come.
“There. There. Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.”
“Mmm.” Spencer’s agile fingers rubbed against Del’s hole, and that was it, the push that made all that emotion and tension crest and spill over until he was a shuddering mess, calling Spencer’s name as he shot down his throat. He kinda lost track of time, until, still shuddering, he found himself cradled in Spencer’s arms.
“We don’t have to... You can sleep if you need,” Spencer murmured.
“Hell, no. I want you inside me.” He forced himself more awake, not wanting to miss out on this. “Get the lube.”
Spencer retrieved both condoms and lube from his bag and hurried back to the bed.
“Need you to go fast,” he said as he reached for the lube, slicked his hole up while Spencer took care of the condom and lube. Sometime soon they were gonna have a discussion about ditching the condoms, but Del was in too much of a hurry to stop and chat right now. “Need you so much.”
“I can tell.” Spencer growled as he pushed Del onto his back. “This okay? I want to kiss you.”
“It’s perfect.” Showing that Spencer wasn’t the only flexible one, he drew his legs up high, wrapped them around him. Spencer knew what he liked well enough by now that he started pressing in, a steady but firm pressure on Del’s rim.
“Oh yeah.” He hissed out a breath as he felt the initial stretch and burn. “Like that. Fuck.”
“You’re such an adrenaline junkie.” Spencer laughed. Del responded by arching his back, forcing Spencer deeper. “And impatient. Maybe I want to go slow. Make this last.”
“You can have slow. Later.” He used his legs to draw Spencer closer.
“Nope. I wanna savor this.” Dipping his head, Spencer kissed him like they had all the time in the world, and maybe they finally did. Del’s body wanted hard and fast but his heart thrilled at Spencer’s gentle lovemaking, the slow slides of his body, the endless kisses.
Eventually, though, Del’s impatience won out and he tried to wiggle a hand between their bodies to stroke himself.
“Nuh-uh,” Spencer said against his lips, pinning his hand back against the mattress. “No driving, Speed Demon. You’ll get there, promise.”
“You’re evil.” Del met his mouth for another urgent kiss.
“I know, I’m terrible.” Spencer punctuated his words with a deep, hard thrust. “Just...want this to last.”
“It will.” Del met his eyes and held, tried to tell him he meant way more than the sex. “Not going anywhere, but swear to God, Spence, if you don’t go faster...”
He used everything he knew about his ass muscles to try to force Spencer to lose control—clenching and unclenching until Spencer muttered a curse and broke his slow, careful rhythm with a series of fast thrusts that perfectly grazed Del’s gland. “Like that?”
“Yeah. Fuck. Let me touch my cock, please.”
“Not a chance.” Spencer’s grip on his wrist tightened. “Want you begging for it.”
“Need it. Fuck. So close. But need more...” Coming untouched wasn’t one of his usual tricks, but his muscles kept tensing like he was close only to have the peak slip maddeningly out of reach.
“More?” Spencer fucked hard and fast, eyes dark and intense on Del.
“Fuck. Spencer. Please. Touch me. Touch me.”
“Not yet.” Spencer let go of his hand to get more leverage, and technically Del could have returned his hand to his cock, but instead he clutched Spencer’s shoulders, holding him tight. “Yeah, that’s it. Squeeze me.”
“Never letting you go.” Del moaned as the next thrust made his cock throb and leak. Their torsos were pressed together now, and the drag of Spencer’s trail of hair against his cock was almost, almost enough. “So close...”
“That’s it, let go, Del.”
“Fuck.” His eyes squished shut. If it was possible to die of anticipation, he was right there, so fucking close and still straining toward it. “Trying.”
“No try. Do. Trust me. Let go.” Spencer settled more of his weight against Del, more pressure against his needy cock, and Del surged against him.
“Spencer.” Fuck, he really was gonna...
“That’s it, baby. Come on that cock.”
“Oh, God. Fuck. Love you,” he babbled as he came, hot and slick between their bodies.
Spencer growled and fucked fast, coming in another few fierce thrusts, face a mask of pleasure. “Love you too,” he gasped as he collapsed on Del.
“Damn. Really didn’t mean for the first time I said it to be sex talk.” Del laughed.
“But you meant it?” Spencer sounded nervous, so Del pulled him in for a kiss.
“Every word. I love you, Spencer.”
“Love you too.”
“Of course, your shower and your bed and your cooking better be part of the bargain,” he couldn’t help but teasing.
“You can have whatever you want.” Spencer pressed another kiss to his mouth. “Promise. Want to give you everything you need.”
“You. You’re all I want. All I need. Just give me you.”
“You’ve got me.” Spencer held him close, and for the first time, Del really believed him. He had Spencer. That was all that mattered. The future could work itself out as long as they had each other, put each other first, put their faith in what they had together. And he really believed they could do exactly that.