Staying True (Gay Romance)

by Trina Solet

  "Did you make this?" Troy said as Spencer handed him the sandwich.

  "With my own two hands. You made me that mean toast sandwich this morning, so this is your reward. I took a wild guess. You looked like a roast beef kind of guy."

  "I'm anything you put between two slices of bread kind of guy," Troy told him as he unwrapped the sandwich and offered half of it to Spencer.

  Spencer shook his head. "It's all yours. They were trying out some new soups at work. I did a lot of taste testing."

  "Thanks a lot," Troy told him. He bit into the sandwich and nodded with appreciation.

  When he was done, he thanked Spencer again and tossed the paper in the trash. "I better go brush my teeth. You never know who I might be kissing," he said with a grin as he went to the bathroom.

  Spencer couldn't believe he was teasing him like that. Of course that man was teasing him just by existing. He was big and manly but with that touch of innocence Spencer didn't even know would be so irresistible to him. And just to torture himself a little bit more, Spencer kept looking at him as he walked away.

  As he got to the bathroom door, Troy used the top of the doorframe to stretch. He pulled his arms up and back and Spencer wanted to yell at him to stop flaunting himself so shamelessly. Not that he was doing it on purpose. It wasn't Troy's fault that he was totally unselfconscious of his gorgeous physique and the dangerous effect it had on innocent bystanders. Spencer could stretch all he wanted, no one was going to notice or object that he was going to give them a hard-on.

  When Troy came back, Spencer asked him if he had plans to go out. Troy tossed the question right back at him.

  "My friend Donna works for a catering company. She got me a few hours carrying around trays of tiny food," Spencer told him.

  Troy didn't look happy to hear that.

  "You wanted to go out, right?" Spencer guessed. "You know, even if you go alone, I can promise you, you will not be alone for long. Pick a cute guy, smile at him, and it will be game over," Spencer predicted and tried not to show how he felt about the scenario of doom he just outlined.

  Troy didn't say anything. He just looked hard at Spencer and smiled. It took him a minute to figure out what Troy was doing – exactly what he told him to do. Spencer ducked his head and blushed.

  "If you blush like that, I don't know if I can keep my hands off you," Troy warned him.

  "If you see anything you like, just help yourself," Spencer dared him knowing he was just bluffing.

  For a long moment, Troy only stared him down. Still bluffing, Spencer was sure. Reaching out suddenly, he grabbed Spencer's arm to draw him close. Troy's warm breath touched him before his lips did.

  When the kiss came, Spencer melted into it. He drowned in the wet heat of it, the delicious pressure and glide of their lips and tongues. He didn't mean to lose his head over a kiss, it just happened. It wasn't about skill. This was just Troy being himself and it was wonderful.

  When he let him go, Troy sort of apologized. "Sorry. I needed more practice, and you did offer. I didn't want to go out there and embarrass myself."

  "You have nothing to worry about," Spencer told him, a little breathless and flushed.

  Going to get ready, Spencer stopped at his bedroom door. For a moment, he stayed with his back to Troy, hesitating. Maybe he could ask Troy if he wanted to hang out later. Or get out of there before he embarrassed himself. He got into his room hurriedly, but Troy came up right behind him and stuck his head through Spencer's bedroom door before he could close it.

  "Thank you for the kiss," he said, his eyes bright as he gazed at Spencer longer than was decent.

  Chapter 6

  Troy thought that the big change in his life happened when he finally came out. Now he knew better. Moving into the same apartment with Spencer was a much bigger deal, a real eye opener.

  Troy realized it again this morning when he had so much trouble picking out his clothes all of a sudden. He usually just threw on whatever was clean. But he kept picturing Spencer's dark, inquisitive eyes on him, and for him, Troy wanted to look his best.

  Would he like this t-shirt, these jeans, these boxers? He should get new boxers. Since he was living with two guys, they might end up seeing him in his underwear.

  Who was he kidding? He didn't care which underwear Greg saw him wearing. He wanted to show off his new underwear to Spencer. Then he wanted Spencer to pull them down with those long fingers, move those fingers up his thighs, slide his hands around to his ass and wrap his lips around his cock.

  Fuck. Now Troy was hard, with his hand on his cock, jerking off. Screw getting dressed. He should just stay naked, his cock in his fist until Spencer came in to put him out of his misery.

  If he didn't get Spencer to suck his cock, he would die. He would just die. As he gasped and came, making a mess of his old boxers and panting, Troy felt a little less like dying. But he would be obsessing about Spencer's mouth on his cock again any minute, so he better get dressed fast or he would never get to work.

  That wasn't the only way he was obsessed with him. Now that he had a taste of kissing Spencer, not once, but twice, he wanted to kiss him all the time. That first time had been a revelation. He remembered the glint in Spencer's eyes. They were so dark but they still shone and drew him in. He was amazing.

  He tried to picture what Spencer would look like when he was coming – beautiful, he would look damn beautiful. He might never get to see that. Kissing him didn't mean that Spencer wanted anything more. Why should he put up with Troy's inexperience?

  Until he knew for sure, Troy wouldn't give up. He was having too much fun already. Running into Spencer all over the apartment was like a game. How close could he get? How often could he collide with him or brush up against him before Spencer figured out what he was up to?

  He was smarter than Troy. He probably already knew. Troy was the one who was slow on the uptake. Look how long it took him to figure out he was gay.

  Spencer was much braver too. Troy was physically stronger, but he didn't have that inner strength he saw in Spencer. Maybe if he stuck around him, it would rub off on him.

  OK, now he was thinking about Spencer rubbing up against him. He really had to do something about this thing he had for his roommate. He couldn't have two consecutive decent thoughts about him. It wasn't like Spencer was walking around naked all the time, but that would be awesome. And there goes his dirty mind again.

  Troy usually got home before anyone else and looked forward to that first sight of Spencer as he came through the front door. Of course sometimes it was Greg who came in, and Troy had to hide his disappointment.

  Today it was Spencer who came in first. He walked in fully clothed and not the way Troy had pictured him at all. He said hi and headed straight for the kitchen. Sitting on a barstool, trying to act casual while picturing him naked, Troy busied himself with his phone. He hoped his pointless swiping and clicking wasn't giving him away.

  After rummaging around, Spencer grabbed a jar of peanut butter and a big spoon.

  "Bonus. It's almost empty. That means I can eat straight from the jar and not get murdered by Greg," Spencer said before he dug in.

  Troy didn't mean to watch him so closely as he ate, but he just couldn't tear his eyes away. His dick swelled dangerously every time Spencer licked the spoon. Troy never knew eating peanut butter from a jar was so obscene. He wondered if Spencer would do something indecent with any other food. He should definitely offer him a banana or his cock. Damn, damn, damn.

  While Troy wanted to lick Spencer all over, he also wanted to know if this was his dinner.

  "Why not?" Spencer said while scraping out what was left in the jar.

  "You can't live on peanut butter," Troy pointed out.

  "I eat fruit."

  "Let's have some real food," Troy told him and took the pretty much empty jar away from him.

  While Troy threw dinner together, Spencer told him that Greg bought food for both of them. "When I was in charge of my own fo
od shopping, I hardly ever bothered. Greg was afraid I would starve so he now buys groceries for me too."

  "And he accused me of feeding you like a baby bird," Troy said.

  "He charges me extra for that. He knows I can't pay rent if I starve to death," Spencer said, not giving Greg credit for actually caring about him though he obviously did. Troy was just glad Greg had a boyfriend.

  Sitting on the couch with two improvised dinners balanced on their knees, Spencer and Troy were negotiating what to watch.

  "Since you did most of the work to feed us, it's your choice. Pick anything from the Stargate franchise," Spencer said. "I'm willing to watch the movie again even though I've seen it a million times."

  "That's generous of you," Troy told him. "I kind of vaguely remember a movie. I think you better pick since you're the expert."

  "You mean the nerd?" Spencer said as he started playing something. "Atlantis it is. It gets my highest score for actor hotness and gay subtext."

  "Sounds good," Troy had to admit.

  With their dirty plates abandoned on the coffee table to get dry and crusty, the two of them sprawled on the couch, lazy and full as they plowed through some episodes. Once they had enough of that, Spencer turned the TV off. He pulled his feet up on one end of the couch, wrapped his arms around his knees and stared at Troy.

  "From what you told me before, you left a lot of girls mad and frustrated," Spencer said to start him talking.

  "I wouldn't say a lot," Troy said. That was a time in his life he wanted to put behind him, but he didn't mind telling Spencer a few things. "The last time was over spring break. I was making some excuse for why I didn't want to go up to this girl's apartment. I was telling her how the walls were too thin, everyone could hear us. And she was like, 'Hear what? There's nothing to hear.' That's when it hit me – I didn't want to fuck her. I would never want to fuck her, just like I never wanted to fuck any girl, but eventually gave in anyway. The next day I took her to lunch and broke up with her. I think I was breaking up with the whole female sex. She wasn't even surprised. She just shook her head and walked out." He turned to Spencer with a smile. "You were years ahead of me." Troy was in awe of him.

  "I put two and two together pretty early. I saw how other guys looked at girls. Ogled their boobs and asses. Meanwhile I'm looking at the guys' asses and trying to see the outline of their cocks. Case closed."

  "I wish I had been that smart. I figured when I look at a girl and think she's cute, that means I'm straight. I feel all hot and uncomfortable around guys, my palms get sweaty, but that doesn't mean anything. I like being with girls. It's nice, not uncomfortable at all. So that means I'm meant to be with girls. The whole time, all I had to do was look at my straight friends. They got nervous, sweaty and stupid as fuck around girls, but they were all 'whatever' around other guys. How dumb am I?"

  "Are you hot and uncomfortable now?" Spencer asked him pointedly while giving him a teasing look.

  "And if I am, what are you gonna do about it?" Troy challenged him.

  He was waiting for Spencer to form an answer when Greg came home and eyed them suspiciously. Both of them put on a "nothing to see here" attitude. Greg shook his head like he didn't buy their act. But there was nothing going on. They had only been talking.

  Greg announced he had a date with his boyfriend. He got ready and was gone in no time. As soon as Greg was on the other side of the front door, Troy turned to Spencer.

  "Where were we?"

  *

  "You were trying to pull something," Spencer reminded Troy archly and picked up the plates to take them into the kitchen. He wasn't expecting Greg to clear out so fast and leave him alone with Troy. It made him nervous. That's why he was keeping himself busy by loading dishes into the dishwasher.

  "Me?" Troy said trying to act innocent, but then he decided to fess up. "You gave me my first kiss and my second kiss. You could get me started on some other stuff too." He gave Spencer a sheepish but hopeful look.

  "I'm not your training wheels," Spencer said kind of sharply.

  Troy immediately sobered. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

  Spencer wiped his hands and avoided meeting his eyes. Damn, did he just refuse a come on from Troy. "I'm not completely against it," Spencer was quick to say. "What did you have in mind?"

  "I've never done anything. Whatever you want to do is fine by me. I've been watching a lot of gay porn lately," Troy added.

  That was a little worrying. "Nothing weird, right? I'm strictly vanilla."

  "I love vanilla," Troy said with a grin.

  "I still can't believe you missed out on all the stealthy, high school groping and mutual stroking. I don't know how you did it," Spencer said. He would expect guys to line up for a chance at him.

  "If I met you in those days, you would have broken me down like nothing," Troy claimed.

  Spencer shook his head, not believing him. He didn't have any special power over Troy. Spencer was just someone who happened to be willing and conveniently located. "I don't know about that, but I'm open to helping you out now," Spencer offered. As he went back to the living room, he took a deep breath and suppressed a shudder of fear and excitement.

  A happy smile spread across Troy's face at his words. "Sounds like we have a deal." He jumped up off the couch and offered his hand for a handshake.

  Spencer looked down at his hand but didn't take it. "You don't shake hands on this kind of deal," he said. He grabbed Troy by the wrist and pulled him in for a kiss.

  "Oh, that's better," Troy gasped, a little out of breath when Spencer let him go. "Way better than a handshake. What should we do now?" Troy asked, looking eager.

  "First we'll do some basic fooling around," Spencer said as he led the way to his bedroom. It was like he was outlining a lesson plan, but he didn't know what the hell he was doing. When it came to sex ed, Spencer didn't exactly feel like an expert. But compared to Troy, he was, so that would have to be good enough.

  It wasn't like he could talk himself out of it anyway. In most ways, this was a dream come true. He was closing the door of his bedroom, and he was going to get his hands on Troy. It didn't seem real.

  "Anything you want to do is good," Troy said in a husky whisper and grabbed Spencer around the waist. Impatient to start, he kissed Spencer deep and hard, pressing him into the door and grinding into him. Once he had Spencer moaning, he let go.

  As they both panted, Troy warned him. "This will only work if we keep it casual. I'm not..."

  "Agreed," Spencer said quickly, not caring about warnings or conditions as long as he got to have Troy.

  Chapter 7

  They kissed some more as Spencer dragged him to his bed. He still didn't know what he was going to do with him, but he was determined to do something.

  Soon they were kneeling on the bed, facing each other, Troy's sweatpants tenting – a lot. As Troy cursed his raging hard-on, Spencer tried not to stare.

  "I guess I'm a little..."

  "You're a not a little anything," Spencer said and he blushed.

  Troy leaned forward and stared into his eyes intently. "Do you remember me telling you that you aren't safe when you blush?"

  "I mostly remember you using me for kissing practice," Spencer pretended to complain.

  "And I'll do it again," Troy threatened.

  Spencer smiled at him, but he was really at a loss for words. Was this really happening? And if it was, why was Spencer too tongue-tied to tell the man to get naked already.

  "OK. Let's see how I can help you out," Spencer finally managed to say, but it was more like he was helping himself. He wanted that hard cock in his mouth. He was dying for it and acting like he was doing Troy a favor.

  Feeling drunk with need, Spencer reached out and lightly cupped Troy's cock over his sweatpants. Troy gasped and Spencer pulled his hand back.

  They were both breathing hard now. Spencer's eyes traveled from the startled look in Troy's eyes down his body to the impressive and a little frighten
ing bulge in his sweatpants.

  Somehow he still managed to grab the edge of Troy's t-shirt and pulled it up. Once it was over his head, Spencer tossed it aside. He lightly ran his hands down Troy's chest to the ripples of his abs. Amazing. Taking hold of the waistband of his sweatpants, Spencer eased them down over his erection while Troy raised his hips to help him out. His boxers were next.

  Troy kicked away the sweatpants and boxers while Spencer lost it at the sight of him. His look meandered drunkenly over Troy's chest, so broad and strong, down his firm abs to his crotch where Spencer wanted to bury his face and never come up for air.

  Somehow his gaze left his mesmerizing cock and locked on Troy's brown eyes. Those were the best eyes, always looking at Spencer like they were happy to see him.

  As Spencer sat there intoxicated, Troy didn't wait patiently. He pulled Spencer into a hard kiss, making him reel and float while his lower body was grinding into him obscenely.

  Spencer was fully clothed and still feeling every inch of Troy's cock press against him. Troy's tongue thrust into his mouth. He stole Spencer's breath until he pushed him away.

  "Be good. Lie down so I can have my fun," Spencer told him.

  He put his hands on Troy's beautifully muscled chest and pushed until he had him flat on his back. Spencer didn't wait one second before he leaned down, placed his mouth on one nipple, while pinching the other between his fingers. Troy rose into his licks and bites and had to be pressed back down. His nipples got hard, standing up, tortured by Spencer's tongue and teeth.

  Troy called his name over and over again, driving him out of his mind. He pulled Spencer up to kiss his mouth. Spencer had to break free of that kiss so he could move down. With his name ringing in his ears, Spencer kissed a path over Troy's throat and his collarbone, from his shoulder to his chest and abs. He was finding his way blindly with licks and kisses and sometimes a bite.