Staying True (Gay Romance)
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Looking into the dark room, Troy watched as Spencer straightened the sheets they had messed up earlier. Then he took the time to hug his pillow tightly.
"Do you love your pillow more than you could ever love any human being?" Troy asked him.
Startled, Spencer jumped and turned to Troy. "Let me sleep on you and let's find out," he said brazenly as he tried to bluff his way through his embarrassment.
Taking the challenge, Troy dropped on his bed and made himself comfortable. Spencer climbed into bed too. Wrapping his arms around Troy, he rested his head on his chest.
"Not bad," he said and Troy could feel him smile.
In the middle of the night, Spencer pulled free of him and got up. Half asleep, Troy forgot whose bed they were in. He was afraid Spencer might be gone for good. It turned out he was only going to the bathroom. He did it with his eyes closed, feeling his way there and back. Spencer crawled over the bed and groped his way to him blindly, refusing to admit that going to the bathroom and back required him to be awake. Troy laughed at him but he was very glad to have him return to his arms.
What could be better than waking up all tangled up with Spencer? Wait. No. He was supposed to wake up with other men. Lots of other men. Maybe all together. That was an interesting idea.
Smiling into Spencer's hair, Troy snuggled closer to him. Why did he have to feel so good? He made him forget that there were lots of other guys waiting out there for him. It was hard to remember all those other men when Spencer was warm in his arms and breathing softly against his chest.
Chapter 9
Fuck. Why was he being woken up so early? Oh, that's why, Spencer realized as he felt a hard cock press into his thigh. A warm breath tickled his ear as Troy's sleepy, husky voice mumbled, "Spencer, please."
Oh, yeah, that was worth waking up for. Troy nuzzled him and groped him, giving Spencer flashbacks of being woken up and stripped naked in the middle of the night while he was half asleep. Both of them were naked now since Spencer had returned the favor, cursed Troy for waking him but loved every minute of what he did to him after that. He was anticipating more of the same this morning.
As he came fully awake, Spencer noticed the play of sunbeams on his wall. "What time is it?" Squinting at the time on his alarm clock, Spencer groaned and pushed Troy away.
"Damn," Troy said and rolled off him.
With a deep sigh, he stretched, and Spencer watched his big muscles elongate. How did he even manage to fit on this bed? As Spencer's eyes roamed his body, Troy smiled at him seductively. He was so tempting, especially his jutting cock, but they didn't have time for anything before Spencer had to get ready for work.
When Spencer crawled over him to get out of bed, Troy saw his chance. He tried to catch him and pull him back, but Spencer was too quick for him. Troy groaned in disappointment and eyed Spencer lewdly as he walked around the room bare-assed, gathering what he needed so he could get ready. Spencer felt the burning intensity of that look on his naked skin. Fuck, he was weak.
"Shower," Spencer said suddenly. He turned to Troy, still stretched out on the bed, naked, hard and gorgeous. "You want to try showering with a guy?"
"Now I'm having flashbacks to the locker room after practice," Troy said as he got up.
Spencer threw him his jeans on so he could be decent walking across the hall. "Practice?"
"I was on the baseball team for a year. Wasn't very good," Troy said with a shrug as he pulled his jeans on.
"You can go ahead and paint me a picture of that locker room, leave nothing out, especially any jock orgies."
"I didn't even have jock orgy fantasies, much less actual orgies," Troy said.
Spencer stared at him. He couldn't believe it. "Seriously? How is that possible?"
"Repressed them, I guess. If I let myself fantasize about guys, it would have been the kind of clue even I couldn't miss," Troy said with a shrug.
"Didn't your dick have anything to say about this?"
"Sometimes, but I always found ways to explain away any stray hard-ons. If I was looking at a guy and sprang a boner, I told myself I was probably thinking about the guy's sister or something."
"I want to admire your powers of self-delusion, but mostly I just feel sorry for you. Your baseball career was a prime missed opportunity, you know?"
"Sympathies accepted. What about those indecent shower activities now that I've come to my senses?" Troy said and made a grab for Spencer that he evaded.
"Instead of a jock orgy, you'll have to settle for one single, solitary nerd," Spencer told him.
"You're a nerd with an amazing ass," Troy told him. "And the rest of you is cute too."
Spencer swallowed and tried to act like compliments from Troy had no effect on him. Grabbing hold of Troy's hand, he dragged him off to the bathroom.
Once in there, it didn't take them long to get out of what little they were wearing. They got in the shower, and Spencer couldn't take his eyes off Troy or keep his hands off him. Were shower fantasies supposed to come true?
He grabbed the soap and started scrubbing Troy. Water flowed over his amazing body, washing away the soap and revealing glistening skin over hard muscle. He looked as good wet as Spencer had imagined, and he felt even better.
Spencer's hands were everywhere until they were on his cock. As soon as his cock was in Spencer's grasp, Troy grunted and started thrusting. He was cursing and calling Spencer's name.
While water ran down his body and his hips were pumping, Troy was an intoxicating sight. Then he was coming, his head dropping on Spencer's shoulder as his come hit the tiles.
With water flowing over them, Troy kissed him. Spencer moaned into the kiss and reached for his own cock. Groping down his body, Troy swatted his hand away and confiscated the soap from him. He wore a wicked smile as he lathered up his hands.
"I wonder what you're planning," Spencer said, hard and waiting for whatever Troy had in mind for him. He was letting water run over his face while staying within easy reach of Troy's soapy hands.
Troy turned him around and Spencer gasped as his hands made contact. Starting with his neck, Troy ran his strong hands down his back. Once he reached his ass, he kneaded it while Spencer breathed hard. Troy's hands moved around to his chest.
Now Troy was so close behind him, right up against him where Spencer could feel his erection come back to life against the crack of his ass. Troy teased and pinched his nipples and nibbled on his earlobe. One of his hands traveled down and took hold of Spencer's cock.
The grip of his hand was so strong. Moaning, Spencer wobbled and fell back against Troy's chest. Troy's arm wrapped around his front, holding him in place as he jerked him off with firm, commanding strokes.
Coming fast and hard, Spencer turned to face Troy and watched as he licked his hand.
"I never enjoyed a shower more," Troy said. He was hard, and Spencer couldn't leave him like that. Risking his job if he was late, Spencer kneeled down and sucked him off.
When Spencer finally turned off the water that had gone completely cold, both of them stood there dripping wet and panting. Feeling satisfied, they blinked with wet eyelashes and grinned at each other. Spencer's longish hair was plastered over his face and Troy pushed it off his forehead.
Pulling a towel off the rack, Spencer dried him off with rough, impatient hands. Done with that, he snapped the towel in his direction and Troy dodged and laughed. Troy returned the favor and dried him as well.
Spencer really had to rush now, but they didn't go unnoticed coming out of the bathroom together.
"Really?" Greg yelled at them. Standing in the kitchen, he scowled over his coffee cup.
"We are economizing," Spencer said to Greg who rolled his eyes.
It was weird though. He and Troy were now sleeping together and showering together. If Spencer didn't have to rush off, they might have had breakfast together too. Greg was right to give him that scathing look. Spencer needed to take a big step back, but he wasn't sure he could.
It was good that Spencer was doing this. Spending too much time with Troy would be a bad idea. They had overdone it already. Being with him like that messed with Spencer's head.
He wished he was better at hiding it though. Marlene noticed right away. They only just sat down on her couch when she started questioning him.
"You look weird. What are you up to?" she asked with narrowed eyes trained on him.
"Just a casual thing with my roommate," Spencer said.
"Aha. Your new, hot roomie. Aha. Just a casual thing. Right," she clearly didn't believe him. She pushed back a strand of her dark red, perfectly straight hair.
"And how do you know it's not?" Spencer said and fidgeted on the couch.
"Because you didn't brag about bagging a hot guy. You're obviously too busy mooning and sighing over him to brag."
"You're crazy. I'm not mooning," Spencer said rejecting that horrifying image of himself.
"Lying, lovesick liar," she called him.
"I'm not lovesick. I know where I stand with Troy. He's not interested. I mean, he's interested but only in sex," Spencer said to defend and explain himself, but Marlene had her own take on it.
"And you are determined to complicate this sweet, sex only thing you have going on."
"I am not. I'm keeping a cool head. Troy needs to explore and be free and all that. He isn't ready to get serious. At the same time, I'm getting to live out some fantasies. We're useful to each other. That's all," Spencer told her as she got up and went to her fridge.
"I'm impressed," she said as she got him a hard cider and one for herself. "I didn't realize you could be so practical and levelheaded. But if you ever need a reminder, you come back over here and I'll slap some sense into you." She plopped down next to him and took a sip from the bottle.
"No thank you. When is that pizza getting here?" Spencer said. He went to the window and saw no sign of any pizza delivery vehicle.
"I forgot to order it," Marlene said and put her feet up on her laptop sitting closed on her coffee table.
"So never? Awesome."
Spencer did get fed eventually and then came back home to an empty apartment. He didn't know if he was disappointed or relieved, but without a doubt, the quiet made him feel sad. He didn't want to reach for any electronic devices to make him feel less lonely. He opened the window so the sounds from the outside could come in.
Wind rustled the leaves on the trees in front of the building. Their top branches were right at his eye level. The streetlights winked on and off as they were filtered between the leaves.
Spencer heard a night bird singing and he smiled at the sound. Even a muddled idiot can listen to birds singing and smile. This late, the street wasn't too busy so the sounds of traffic would come and go. He sometimes heard a voice or a laugh. Maybe those were people he knew coming and going from Bottleneck.
He wondered if Troy was there or at some other bar. Maybe he was hooking up with someone. He might even be going home with some guy, fucking him and then spending the night.
Standing at the open window, Spencer told himself that he was OK with that. He and Troy were just friends. But when he caught sight of his own grim expression in the window glass and noticed how tightly he gripped the windowsill, he wasn't so sure.
He should go out and pick up some guy the way Troy was probably doing right now. The idea had no appeal to Spencer. Being with anyone but Troy would just make him feel worse. He knew he wouldn't have Troy all to himself for long, but he didn't get ready for how it would hit him. Now he was all alone, pitiful and moping by an open window.
Birds were hiding somewhere in the branches outside, making a racket, chirping away cheerfully like nothing was wrong in this world. Stupid birds. Meanwhile Troy was probably out there somewhere scoring with a hotter guy than him. It was inevitable. Spencer was just his training wheels, and training wheels were meant to come off.
Chapter 10
Since it was so hot these days, Troy either went running in the early morning or waited till the evening. He waited until the evening today and ran in the shadows of the buildings. It only seemed cool at first though. He was soon sweating. At the end of his run, sprinting up and down the apartment building stairs had him huffing. When his legs really started to hurt, he decided he was done.
Wiping sweat off his face with his sleeve, Troy went into the apartment and found Spencer in the kitchen. He was eating pretzels and seemed surprised to see him.
"Your well balanced diet as usual."
"I thought you went out again," Spencer said.
Troy had gone out by himself these last few nights. He did manage to talk and flirt with a few guys, but he always backed off before he got in too deep.
"No luck," he admitted to Spencer though it was kind of embarrassing how bad he was at this and how fast he chickened out. "I only get lucky with you." Why did he find his roommate irresistible and run from every other guy? Maybe the answer was in those dark eyes that refused to look at him right now.
"That's because I'm easy," Spencer said. He seemed more distant than usual.
Troy was going to ask him about it but Spencer got busy on his phone. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, Troy hung around and waited for him to finish. In the cooler air of the apartment, his sweat soaked t-shirt and shorts were getting uncomfortable.
While Spencer sat perched on the arm of the sofa, texting, Troy went into his room but left the door open. He peeled the t-shirt off and wiped himself down with it a little as he looked for a change of clothes and grabbed a towel. Before he got into the shower, he heard Spencer talking on the phone. He ended the call and Troy went over to him. He stood too close then stepped back.
"I'm sweaty and I stink, sorry."
"It's fine. Looks good on you," Spencer said as he looked at his half naked body out of the corner of his eye.
"Sounds like you might have been making plans for tonight," Troy said. What he overheard made him worry that Spencer found someone better to hang out with.
"No, my friend Donna was telling me where she was going to be in case she needed an emergency pickup. You have plans?"
"I'm going to shower. Later I was going to look up this club on Walker Street. I heard someone mention it but I didn't catch the name."
"That's probably Stryde. It's not exactly on Walker. It's kind of hidden away. You have to take a few twists and turns to get there, but it's a good place for a hook-up. I'll draw a map in case the GPS fails you. I had trouble finding it the first time I went." Spencer flipped through the magazines and random papers on the coffee table for something to draw on, then he gave up. "I'll draw it on my phone and send it."
"Couldn't you come with me?" Troy said hopefully.
"I thought this was a solo mission."
"If I go alone, I'll have a terrible time and come back alone. Or I might even give up and go to a movie. I told you I have no luck without you. I need you. Come on, be my wingman?" Troy gave him puppy dog eyes so he had no choice but to say yes.
"I'll go if you want me to."
"Great. Now I know I'll have a good time," Troy said. He shot Spencer a big grin and rushed to go shower and change.
After feeling exhausted from running, Troy was now excited and energized. It wasn't because he was going to some club. Until Spencer agreed to come with him, going to the club was more like a chore. It was a necessary step in his new life so he could hook up with someone and get a taste of everything he had missed out on.
Now those anonymous guys he was supposed to meet were fading into the background. This was a night out with Spencer and that was a whole other thing. Spencer was guaranteed fun. Afterward they might even hook up again or even take it a step further. Though the standoffish vibe he got from him didn't bode well.<
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Going to that club might loosen him up. As he got under the shower and soaped up, Troy pictured Spencer dancing, shaking his ass to a pounding rhythm. That was a beautiful sight. Troy couldn't help it. He started thinking about what he wanted to do to that awesome ass.
He pictured looking into Spencer's eyes as he fucked him. That didn't seem like a casual thing to do. It might mean too much to make Spencer his first. They were already too close.
Spencer was the only man he had been with. He was the first guy he kissed, the first one he sucked off and who sucked him off. Troy shuddered and groaned thinking about how good that felt.
The whole time he was working his cock with his fist faster and faster, thinking how everything Spencer did to him felt so good. But no matter how hard he jerked off, he couldn't get rid of his obsession with fucking Spencer.
*
As Spencer heard Troy start up the shower, he replayed his earlier question in his mind then replied more honestly. "No, I don't want to be your wingman. I don't want to show you where you can pick up guys. But I just can't say no to you or stay away from you."
Then he thought of Troy's bright smile when he agreed. When he acted so happy over every little thing, Spencer felt like he would do anything for him. Spencer kicked himself and hoped tonight wouldn't be as painful as he was afraid it might be. He was dreading going to a club with Troy and looking forward to it at the same time. That kind of confusion was his usual state of being these days all because of Troy.
From the meandering path through the dark streets, Spencer and Troy emerged into a world of bodies, lights and music. The music had a throbbing beat Spencer could feel like a pulse of every man in the place. As lights played over his face, Troy looked thrilled to be there.