He was enchanted by Spencer’s responsiveness. It made everything Jesse did to him seem like it was the hottest thing in the world.
Spencer hummed happily, arching his back and gasping again as Jesse trailed his fingers lower.
“I slept great,” Spencer said. He bit his lip as Jesse gripped his thigh, a tiny, needy sound breaking free of his throat. A moment later, Spencer shoved his hand under the pillow, digging out the tube of lubricant they’d been using last night.
The fact that Spencer was ready and eager to go again was one hell of a turn on for Jesse. It wasn’t that he only liked Spencer for the sex or anything, but the sex was really good. The feeling of being close to someone like Spencer was amazing.
Jesse took the lube from him when it was offered, his cock twitching at the thought of being inside Spencer again. He’d actually expected Spencer to be a little shy about asking for what he wanted, but he was thrilled that he’d been wrong about that. Spencer could be outright forceful about what he wanted Jesse to do and how he wanted him to do it.
That was what made the sex so hot. Communication. Not being afraid to tell each other what they wanted and how they wanted it done.
“You’re not sore?” Jesse checked, not wanting to hurt Spencer for the sake of getting off. Or for any reason, ideally.
“Not the kind of sore that would discourage me.” Spencer rocked back against Jesse again. “Trust me, the dull ache is going to make everything better for me. Not that I want to push you into having sex you don’t want to have.”
“I don’t feel pushed.” Jesse flicked the lube open. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“You’re sweet.” Spencer smiled. He was almost a different person in the morning, all of his seriousness gone, replaced with someone soft and playful. Not that he couldn’t be playful at other times, but this was when his guard was down most. Jesse was looking forward to more mornings with him.
“That’s what people tell me,” Jesse said, coating his fingers and then slipping them between Spencer’s legs, just circling his hole at first. Spencer’s breath hitched at the touch, but then he started pushing back against Jesse’s hand, silently demanding more. Jesse’s cock twitched again, the thought that Spencer wanted him this much making him almost painfully hard.
“You love this, huh?” Jesse said, deliberately keeping his touch teasing. For all that he was buttoned-up and neat most of the time, Spencer really, really liked having sex.
Or at least, he really liked having sex with Jesse. He’d said it had been years since the last time when they met, and now he was taking every single opportunity to get laid. Jesse took it as a compliment. It made him feel good about his ability to please a partner—to please Spencer specifically.
He’d had sex with plenty of people, but it rarely felt like this. It rarely felt like it meant so much or like it was going so well for both of them.
Spencer’s breathing was already speeding up, his cock curving up eagerly toward his stomach. It was so hot to see how much he wanted this. Unable to wait any longer, Jesse slipped the tip of a finger inside, testing to see if Spencer would flinch away from it. He trusted Spencer to know his own body, but Jesse needed to be sure for his own peace of mind that he’d had enough recovery time.
Despite only having known him for a few weeks, Jesse felt protective of Spencer. He’d been so glad when Spencer had asked if they were boyfriends now, because that was what he wanted most in the world. He wanted to be Spencer’s boyfriend.
A needy, high-pitched whine told Jesse that Spencer was ready to take more than a fingertip. He was starting to think that there was a serious power bottom hiding under Spencer’s dad cardigans and wire-rimmed glasses. Maybe he’d put that theory to the test sometime. After all, they were both scientists.
Jesse shifted their positions a little, hooking his leg around Spencer’s to give himself more space to move. He let his finger slide the whole way in, licking his lips in anticipation as Spencer’s muscles tightened and fluttered around him.
“Don’t tease,” Spencer whined.
“Why not?” Jesse laughed, twisting his finger around to brush against Spencer’s sensitive spots. He loved making Spencer squirm.
“Because I need you,” Spencer murmured, his voice small and pleading. Jesse’s stomach bottomed out even as his cock twitched. He’d never have thought that was exactly what he needed to hear, but it was exactly what he needed to hear. Spencer needed him. Not wanted. Needed.
The thought was dizzying. “You’ve got me,” Jesse promised, testing Spencer with a second fingertip before slipping it in beside the first one. Spencer did have him. Spencer had Jesse for as long as he wanted him.
It was too early in their relationship to feel like that, but Jesse felt like it anyway.
A moan rumbled through Spencer’s chest so deeply that Jesse could feel the vibrations in his own body. He was already leaking precome. If he’d ever been this turned on by prep work before, he didn’t remember it.
Thankfully, he could feel Spencer loosening up under him, relaxing as he rocked back onto Jesse’s fingers. Tiny, needy sounds filled the air, Spencer voicing his enthusiasm without any kind of shame.
He could imagine himself falling in love with that. He wasn’t there yet, not now, but there were so many things about Spencer that he could see himself being in love with. This was definitely one of them.
“Come on,” Spencer pleaded, his voice breaking on the last syllable.
Jesse wasn’t inclined to make him wait any longer. Not when he could be inside him sooner, sinking into the warmth of his welcoming body. He gave his fingers one final twist, making sure Spencer really was ready, and then let them fall out. Spencer made an unhappy noise as he did it, but held still, his thighs trembling.
Jesse was suddenly really glad he kept a stash of condoms under the pillow. He grabbed one and ripped the packet open with his teeth, rolling it on one-handed and squeezing his cock a little to ease some of his need. Otherwise, he’d come the second he was inside Spencer.
Lining himself up, Jesse took a deep breath and bit down on his lip. He let it out slowly as he rolled his hips forward, sliding into Spencer’s warmth inch by inch until he was fully seated, in as deep as the position would allow.
Spencer felt so good, every time. He ran hot, ridiculously hot, almost too much at first. Jesse couldn’t stop himself moaning out loud, deep and heartfelt. He splayed a possessive hand over Spencer’s stomach, holding him in place so he could pause for a few breaths.
“You have a great cock,” Spencer gritted out. Jesse blushed, his face heating up all the way to his hairline. He wasn’t used to his partners being this direct. He definitely didn’t want it to stop, though.
“Everything about you is perfect,” he murmured, moving his hand down to curl his fingers around Spencer’s cock. Spencer’s breath caught, and Jesse took the opportunity to pull out a little way, then shove forward. That earned him a surprised squeak as a bead of precome rolled off Spencer’s cock and down Jesse’s knuckles.
In this position, he could only manage shallow thrusts, so he knew he’d have to make up for it with force and pacing. Spencer seemed to like that, though, judging by the way he started moaning eagerly as Jesse rocked his hips back and forth, only moving an inch or so at a time.
He could already feel Spencer tensing around him, strong muscles clamping down on his cock. Morning sex was supposed to be like this. Needy, unsophisticated, more about being together than anything else.
Well, also about getting off.
Jesse had fallen in love with everyone he’d had sex in the morning with. He was okay with that if it happened here, too.
He would have been one hundred percent okay with falling in love with Spencer.
“Not gonna last,” he panted against Spencer’s neck, speeding his strokes up as he went. The heat and pressure of Spencer’s body was too much for him, and coupled with the non-stop moans and whimpers coming from Spencer, this was
n’t exactly going to be a marathon session.
“Me neither,” Spencer gasped, thrusting into Jesse’s fist. His hand was slick with lube and precome, making it easy for Spencer to move between his fingers. Spencer’s own free hand—the one not trapped under his side—was still gripping Jesse’s thigh, digging in deeply and adding one more layer of sensation to everything going on.
Jesse could feel pressure building deep inside him, the urge to come building and building, too big to contain for long. Every thrust got harder, shallower, and faster, until his thighs and stomach muscles burned with the effort, until all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears and his own harsh breaths.
Finally, he felt Spencer come, a rush of hot fluid spilling over his hand and tipping Jesse over the edge as well. Making Spencer come felt amazing. Knowing that he could get him off after Spencer had gone years without a partner made Jesse feel incredibly special.
A groan caught in his throat and his vision whited out temporarily as he came as well, seated all the way inside Spencer’s body and surrounded by his warmth. The sheer relief of tension coupled with the overwhelming wave of pleasure left Jesse breathless for a moment.
Jesse grunted as he started to come down, his tense muscles relaxing into the mattress slowly. He moved his hand away from Spencer’s cock, though not without brushing a fingertip against it, making Spencer shiver at the contact with his oversensitive skin.
As the blood stopped pounding in Jesse’s ears and his breathing slowed down, he hugged Spencer close. His cock had slipped out naturally, but it was still resting against Spencer’s ass. That almost felt more intimate than everything they’d just done.
Sex and orgasms and feeling completely sated after were all great, but being close to Spencer felt amazing. Not that Jesse was about to trade sex for cuddling—but he definitely wanted both. If he’d ever had any illusions that he’d be able to keep this casual, they were gone now.
“Well, now my ass hurts,” Spencer said after a few moments of silence. Jesse snorted, hooking his chin over Spencer’s shoulder and letting his eyes fall closed. He was definitely up for a short nap after that.
“Regret it?” he asked, knowing what the answer would be. He’d felt how hard Spencer had come, and he’d be fine in a few minutes.
“Not even a little,” Spencer said, as expected. “I meant what I said about your cock. It’s great. Not too big, but really satisfying.”
This time, Jesse laughed. “Thanks. I wouldn’t mind trying yours out sometime, if you do that.”
“Rarely, but I can make an exception for you,” Spencer said. He yawned widely, wriggling back to snuggle closer to Jesse.
“I’m honored.”
“You should be.” Spencer chuckled softly. “I don’t cook, but I will take you out to breakfast in a little while. After we’ve showered.”
Jesse hummed, already fantasizing about getting to shower with Spencer after they’d dozed for a while. Everything about this morning was perfect.
Chapter Fifteen
“So, are you ever gonna tell me about your new boyfriend?” Cassie asked, sorting through the rack of men’s shirts she’d found. Despite the fact that Spencer didn’t need to dress up for Jesse—or anyone else—he kind of wanted to, just to show him that he wasn’t going to completely let himself go now that he felt reasonably secure in a relationship.
Especially since it was a secret relationship.
He still hadn’t told Cassie about Jesse. Not because he didn’t trust her—Spencer trusted her with his life—but because if he stuck to the policy of telling no one, then he wouldn’t have to worry about where to draw the line. Jesse was his secret, and only his secret.
“What new boyfriend?” Spencer responded, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
Cassie raised an eyebrow. He’d never been a very good liar, and he was even worse with people he knew.
“Look, it’s a secret,” Spencer said, hoping that would stop Cassie from prying any further.
“It’s Jesse.” She picked out a shirt with a tiny floral pattern, held it up so she was looking at both the shirt and Spencer, considered for a moment, and then put it back. All as if she hadn’t just read his mind, or something.
Spencer stared. He was positive he’d never told her about Jesse, or about what had happened with him. How the hell did she know?
“You’re so obvious.” Cassie laughed. “You go to all of his lectures and hang out with him all the time. You’re sharing your space heater with him, which you’d only do for someone you really wanted to like you.”
“I asked for another one, but I haven’t gotten word about it yet,” Spencer said. “That doesn’t mean we’re dating.”
“But you are dating. I can tell. I’m not even the only one who can tell. There are rumors all over campus about you two.”
Spencer’s stomach dropped. Was he really being that obvious? He knew he was happier, less stressed with Jesse in his life, but he hadn’t thought he was that bad at hiding how frustrated and lonely he was before Jesse came along.
Besides, he hadn’t thought anyone really cared. Except for Cassie, Spencer didn’t really have friends. Colleagues and acquaintances, sure. But not friends. Not people who’d notice the spring in his step.
“What rumors?” Spencer asked. He had to know what was being said, and by whom.
“Well, for a start, Gwen noticed Jesse making doe-eyes at you. Probably because she was hoping he’d make them at her.” Cassie shrugged. “Students are talking about how you both go to all of each other’s lectures. They think it’s sweet.”
Spencer swallowed. If the students were talking about it, then it was only a matter of time before more of the faculty caught on. Watts, in particular.
“But no one actually knows anything, right? They’re just rumors. It’s not like anyone’s got pictures.”
Spencer was fairly sure they didn’t—he’d only been in a compromising position with Jesse in private—but the thought sent a chill down his spine. It’d be his luck to break a rule for once and immediately get caught, when other people spent their entire careers breaking the rules and getting away with it.
“None that I’ve seen.” Cassie shrugged. “That sounded like a confession, though.”
Sighing, Spencer accepted that this wasn’t a secret he could keep from Cassie. “Please don’t tell anyone. You know my job is at risk if certain people find out.”
“Watts,” Cassie said knowingly. “And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. You’re keeping plenty of my secrets.”
“Am I?” Spencer raised an eyebrow. “If I am, I don’t remember them.”
“Perfect.” Cassie grinned. “Then you can’t tell anyone.”
Spencer remembered a few things that might have been secrets, things he’d never told anyone about Cassie, but she’d never framed them as secrets. He’d just known that they weren’t public knowledge and kept them that way.
Now that he thought about it, that was pretty much what a secret was. That made him feel less bad about keeping his relationship with Jesse to himself. It wasn’t inherently bad to keep secrets. It just meant not sharing every detail of your life with the general public.
“I think I should get a floral shirt,” Spencer said. “For Jesse.”
Cassie picked a different shirt this time, one with a much bolder pattern. It was a bold, washed-out blue with peach-colored roses all over. She held it up against him at arm’s length.
“I don’t know if I could pull this off.” Spencer looked down at the shirt. The one with the tiny flowers had been nice and subtle. This one wasn’t.
“You asked for a makeover.” Cassie shrugged. “I mean, you clearly don’t need one if you’ve caught Jesse’s eye.”
Spencer laughed at that. “He was the guy I picked up at the bar, remember? When I asked you if you’d hired him?”
Cassie frowned, and Spencer could practically see the cogs turning in her head. “I do remember. Wow. What a weird co
incidence.”
“I was so devastated when I saw him in my office. Our office,” Spencer corrected. “All I could think was I’d met this great guy and now I couldn’t have him.”
“Hey, screw the rules. He could be your soulmate, you can’t just forget about him because of a dumbass HR policy.”
“He’s not my soulmate,” Spencer said. He blushed, though.
It wasn’t that he actually thought Jesse was his soulmate—he wasn’t sure he thought people even had soulmates—but part of him liked the idea. He was getting very attached to Jesse. There was definitely a part of him that wanted to believe he’d found The One, though it was much too early to make that decision just yet.
“My point still stands. You’re a good professor. You get great results. There’s no reason you shouldn’t also get to be happy just so admin can cover themselves against sexual harassment lawsuits.”
“You’re right, obviously,” Spencer admitted. Cassie was often, if not always, right. She was a good friend, too.
“I know,” Cassie said. “This is the shirt. If you wanna wear florals, go big or go home.”
Spencer looked down at the shirt again, and sighed. “Okay. What do I wear it with?”
“Dark grey pants. I know you’ve got a pair. And that really soft sweater-vest you’ve practically worn a hole in that matches them. Trust me.”
“I’ll trust you. I just don’t want to look like an idiot. And… this is dumb, but I want Jesse to see me thinking of him, y’know?”
“Aww,” Cassie cooed. “So sweet.”
Spencer got the impression he was being made fun of, but he didn’t care. He’d never had a real boyfriend before. He wanted Jesse to feel as special as Spender thought he was. As special as he made Spencer feel.
“Laugh all you want,” Spencer said. “I’m happy.”
Cassie’s face changed completely. She reached out and put her hand on Spencer’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly. “That’s what I want to hear from you, Spence. I just want you to be happy.”
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