by Trina Solet
Though Spencer was surprised that Troy wanted to go out with him instead of going out alone, for him, being seen with a hot guy wasn't at all bed. Spencer soaked up all the looks of envy, even if they weren't deserved.
He wasn't dying to let these guys know that Troy was up for grabs. Spencer didn't want to share him. The thought of Troy with anyone else gave him a horrible, sick feeling that he had no right to, but there it was anyway.
As they worked their way through the crowd, plenty of guys there made their interest in Troy perfectly obvious. The two of them got some beers and Spencer kept himself busy by glaring at all the guys drooling over Troy. While he was doing that, Spencer didn't notice the guy who was staring at him.
"Spence, I used to be able to get your attention easier than this," a familiar voice said and Spencer finally turned to see that Alan had sidled up to him. "So what are you up to these days?" he asked, getting too close.
Spencer stepped back and his shoulder hit the guy to his right.
"Bumping into guys," Spencer said. He looked around and noticed that Troy was a few feet away, talking to some hunk. That's why he was here after all. Not wanting to see them hitting it off, Spencer turned his focus back on Alan.
He and Alan had fooled around a little, but never developed a real connection. Alan was a good-looking guy, and his tattoos were cool, but compared to Troy... What the hell was he doing comparing him to Troy? He was fixated on his roommate, and once they were over and done, Spencer was going to be ruined for all other guys. That was an awesome future to look forward to.
As he and Alan chatted for a while, Spencer did his best not to lead him on. If he wanted to hook up again, Spencer wasn't available. That wasn't really true. He and Troy weren't exclusive. It was just that as long as he and Troy had this meaningless, temporary thing going on, Spencer couldn't even think of being with anyone else.
*
Troy had been eager to come to the club, but once there he hung back. He noticed guys smiling at him, sending him signals. Troy enjoyed the attention but also brushed it off and stuck close to Spencer.
When Troy finally found himself flirting with someone, he saw Spencer talking to some tall, skinny guy with tattoos climbing up his neck. Troy wanted to wring that skinny, tattooed neck. Instead he smiled at the guy he was supposed to be flirting with. Damn, he should have never stepped away from Spencer. If he saw him walk away with that guy, Troy wasn't sure what he was going to do. Other than act like a fool.
The guy with Spencer noticed him staring. As Spencer's guy gave him an appraising look, Troy squirmed a little. Why did he feel like he wasn't going to get a passing grade? He turned away from him and found himself face to face with full lips, a sharp jaw and amazing eyes.
Troy's guy was tall too. If he asked this guy if he was a male model, it wouldn't be a come-on. It would be an honest question. Troy just stared at him while worrying that Spencer would be gone the next time he looked his way.
As they chatted, Troy never got to ask him if he was a model. The guy talked about living in Australia and surfing. It sounded pretty awesome, but Troy was only using the conversation to keep from staring murderously at the tattooed guy intruding on Spencer's personal space. He couldn't believe how much it bothered him. Troy was there to pick up someone. He had no right to get pissed off that Spencer might do the same thing.
When Spencer finally walked away from the tattooed guy, Troy was so relieved. He couldn't wait to ditch his male model guy either.
"That looked like it was going well," Spencer said when Troy rushed over to join him.
"It was OK. I just wasn't feeling it. What about your guy?" Troy asked.
"That's someone I know. We went out a few times. But you walked away from a guy who was the definition of gorgeous. I didn't realize you were going to be so picky," Spencer scolded him.
"For my first time, I'm going to be at least a little picky," Troy said while staring at his drink.
"You mean you were planning to...?"
"Not planning, just considering the possibility that things might go there," Troy said and avoided Spencer's eye. He didn't want him to know that he had been thinking about fucking him.
Spencer punched him in the arm lightly and gave him some words of encouragement. "There's no rush. You don't want to waste your first time on just anyone."
"I wasn't planning on saving myself for the one," Troy said, not wanting Spencer to get the wrong idea.
"In that case, just wait for someone you can't take your eyes off," Spencer said.
Good advice. And who was Troy staring at all night, worrying he would walk out with someone else? Spencer was talking about himself. He just didn't know it, and Troy was too scared to tell him. He was the only one he wanted to fuck. It was a waste of time trying to pick up other guys until he got Spencer out of his system.
Chapter 11
That night, Spencer had a much better time than he expected, maybe because Troy stuck close to him the rest of their time at the club. He even danced with Spencer, but not too eagerly. By the time they were ready to go home, both he and Troy were good and buzzed. Maybe that explained what came out of Troy's mouth as they walked through the club doors.
"I can't stop wanting you."
Spencer stared at him, not sure that he heard him right. That was definitely the beer talking.
It was very dark and a little chilly as they headed home under the gray light of the moon. Wind was blowing in the trees that lined the street. They huddled close, bumping into each other as they careened back and forth across the moonlit sidewalk. Troy was painfully aware of Troy's body, big and strong next to him, radiating heat as a cool wind stirred the air on a summer night.
Troy was only an inch or two taller, but Spencer felt small next to him. He had felt that way at the club too. He knew no one there would even glance at him. Troy would block him out of sight like the sun outshines the moon, makes it invisible as soon as it rises in the morning. But Spencer was pretty sure he wouldn't shine no matter what time of day it was.
"That's me." Spencer pointed up at the sky.
"You're the man on the moon?"
"I am the moon. You're the sun, big and bright. As long as you shine, no one can see me," Spencer said.
Troy denied it. "That's not true. Sometimes you can see the moon in the daytime, and it's an awesome sight. Plus no one looks at the sun and admires it. People turn away from it. People like looking at the moon. It's easy on the eyes." While he said all this, Troy wasn't looking at the moon. He was looking at Spencer.
"You're definitely the sun. You're too hot to touch," Spencer told him as he lightly placed his hand on Troy's chest.
"That's your fault. You have me burning up."
Spencer didn't think he deserved the credit. "Me? What about all those guys back there? I think they might have got you going."
"What about you? Did you see something you liked?" Troy asked and gave Spencer a sideways look.
"Anywhere we go, I'm not likely to find a guy who's hotter than you," Spencer told him, not as a compliment, but as a statement of fact.
Troy looked relieved. It was almost like he thought Spencer might run off with some other guy.
Once they got home, they sat down to watch TV together. Yeah, right. Within minutes, they were eyeing each other and only pretending to watch TV. After a night out, against all odds, Spencer still ended up with Troy. He just wasn't sure what to do about that.
Spencer tilted his head and looked at Troy intently. An electric charge filled the air between them. Spencer felt a little uneasy. As Troy leaned in toward him, Spencer's heart beat like crazy.
"Watch yourself," Troy whispered in his ear.
"Am I in trouble?" Spencer asked in a husky voice that betrayed his excitement.
"You might be," Troy told him and let his lips graze his earlobe and then the side of his neck.
Spencer didn't say a word. He shifted sideways on the couch and swung a leg over. He came to rest on Troy's
lap and felt Troy's hands land on his ass. Taking a firm hold, Troy squeezed his ass over his jeans. Spencer took a deep breath as he was pressed into him. Then he dived in for a deep kiss.
Coming up for air, Spencer stared at Troy like he was daring him or maybe begging him. He was sitting on top of Troy's hard thighs, not to mention his hard erection and his need was building, growing out of control.
"You have plans for that?" Spencer asked as he looked down pointedly at the bulge pushing up the front of Troy's jeans.
"I thought maybe you did," Troy said with a wicked smirk.
"I can think of a thing or two." Spencer rolled his hips so his ass rubbed over Troy's rock hard cock.
"Are you saying we should...? I mean..." Troy didn't finish what he was saying. He just grabbed Spencer and kissed him. When he let him go, he looked a lot more decisive. "I want to fuck you," he said.
At those words, Spencer heart jumped in his chest. Faced with Spencer's silence, Troy started to look nervous again.
"That would make me your first... everything," Spencer said.
"Who better?" Troy said, ready to rush ahead.
"OK." Spencer mouthed his agreement. He couldn't seem to summon his voice to actually say it, but that was good enough for Troy. He dragged Spencer off to his bedroom, got condoms out of his pocket and lube out of his nightstand.
Standing next to Troy's bed, they only stared at each other for a while. Spencer's heart was pounding but he tried to act and sound calm. He was supposed to be Troy's guide. Right now he wanted to laugh at that idea. What the hell did he know?
Hurriedly he pulled off Troy's t-shirt. He didn't want to give himself time to think. Troy took off his as well and his hands got busy with Spencer's fly. Spencer was out of his jeans and boxers and feeling Troy's hands groping his ass.
Spencer's hands were shaking as he unbuttoned Troy's fly. Troy was too big for a comfortable fit. He didn't want Troy to see his worry though. He only wanted Troy to see that he wanted him so he kissed him. He was going to give that man a first fuck he deserved. He wanted to satisfy him down to his bones.
Once he had Troy naked in front of him, Spencer just took in the sight. Thighs thick and strong, muscular arms and chest, scary big cock – he was perfect. Spencer felt so lucky, but what he couldn't believe was how Troy was looking at him with so much craving and lust, like he couldn't wait to have him. That just made Spencer terrified that he wouldn't live up to being Troy's first.
That's when Troy grabbed him around the waist and pulled him close. "I just hope you like it," he said while staring into Spencer's eyes with an eager but anxious look.
"I promise you I'll like it." Spencer almost told him he would love it because it was him, but that was something he might say to a lover, and that's not what this was about.
Troy leaned his forehead against Spencer's and he sighed.
"You're amazing," Troy said looking down Spencer's body. His eyes were hooded, filled with lust. There was no doubt that he wanted Spencer just as much as Spencer wanted him.
Chapter 12
Holding Spencer in his arms, with both of them naked and hard, Troy took a minute to breathe. His hands slipped around Spencer's narrow hips to his nicely rounded ass. Spencer might be skinny but he was well padded where it counted. Troy's cock got even harder when he thought about slamming in there with every hard thrust cushioned by that sweet ass.
He moved Spencer over to the bed. As Spencer lay back, Troy looked down on him and cursed.
"You look too good," Troy told him.
Spencer stayed silent and moved down. He pulled his knees up. Holding his legs up brought his ass higher. The new position offered Troy a better view. Now he was speechless and all he could do was kiss him.
He kissed his neck and down his chest. Troy grazed his nipples with his fingertips and watched them harden while Spencer shuddered a little and let out a light gasp. Spencer shifted down so he was in the right position and so was Troy.
Running his hand down the inside of Spencer's leg, Troy cupped his balls and heard him moan. His hand traveled down to Spencer's ass. Fingertips sliding down the crack, he brushed his index finger over his hole. Spencer grunted and his eyelids fluttered closed.
Troy couldn't believe his eyes. Spencer's skin was smooth and tight over his slim body. His ass was perfect and irresistible. Troy had only teased the hole with no pressure, just soft exploring that made the opening respond, enticing him to push in.
With shaking hands he grabbed the lube. Coating his fingers, he kissed the inside of Spencer's thigh. He slid in a finger gently. With his eyes closed, he focused on Spencer's body as it responded to the intrusion. He tightened around Troy's finger inside him.
Troy leaned down between Spencer's legs and licked his balls as he slowly worked another lubed fingertip inside him. The squeezing of Spencer's ass and his moan made Troy shudder. He watched his fingers slide in, stretching Spencer as he writhed. Spencer's choked off sounds of appreciation told him he was doing it right.
He hadn't expected Spencer to be so unbelievably tight. Opening him up was a challenge. The shiver of his thighs as he fingered his hole was transmitted to Troy. He couldn't wait to be inside him.
Troy didn't think his cock could get any harder, but it did. Hurriedly, he added another finger. He heard Spencer pant and his whole body tensed.
"Too much?" Troy asked.
"No, too good," Spencer said as his body relaxed, his opening pulsing. If more was better, then Troy couldn't wait for him to take his cock.
"Can I...?" Troy started to ask, his voice coming out between gritted teeth.
"Yes," Spencer said before Troy could get the words out.
Thank God. Troy needed to be inside him. Rolling on a condom, he lowered his head to Spencer's cock for a lick or two, just a taste that only made it harder for him to stay in control. Now he was more than ready.
The first contact, between the head of his cock and Spencer's hole, made his head roll back. He groaned and told himself to take it slow and not lose it too soon. With a steady push, the head of his cock started sinking into the tight heat of Spencer's body. Spencer let out a deep moan.
"Yes, oh, God yes." Spencer's voice trembled and his whole body shook.
It was a tight fit, leaving Troy breathless, sweating, shaking from pushing and not pushing.
"Damn," he gasped as he felt Spencer's ass grip him like a vise. He forced himself to stay in control as he pressed in. Spencer was moaning, calling his name and urging him on.
Finally as deep as he could go, Troy settled himself against Spencer's body for a long moment while his mind reeled. So many sensations flooded him. He stopped breathing and just held on to Spencer, rooted so deep inside him.
It felt too good. He got worried he would come right then. Spencer's body squeezed around him in the most delicious way possible, and Troy was ready to give him his soul.
Troy stayed in control and pulled back for another go. Pushing in again, Troy watched as Spencer's beautiful ass took in his cock with excruciating slowness. The pressure was intense, searing hot around the head of his cock then the rest. Troy felt like he might pass out from the pure pleasure of it.
Spencer was looking up at him, his beautiful, dark eyes burning into him, wordlessly telling Troy to give him more. Troy couldn't take that. With every thrust, he was going out of his mind, pumping harder and faster all the time. Spencer's eyes and his cries of pleasure were too much. Troy was on fire for this man. He wouldn't last.
His whole world was shaking as he hammered Spencer like a madman. He didn't expect he would get to fuck him this hard. That's when Spencer's back arched. His whole body clenched as he came, shooting come all over Troy's chest. It was amazing, the best thing he ever felt in his life. Troy was coming, growling through an orgasm that blew his mind.
He felt like he was falling forever only to end up in Spencer's welcoming arms, hot, sweat drenched and sticky. Troy grabbed him and wrapped his arms around him. He held h
im tight and couldn't let him go, not even to breathe, not after what they did.
After a kiss that was longer and deeper than any they ever shared, Troy started to come to his senses a little.
"I couldn't slow down," he mumbled into the crook of Spencer's neck.
"Why would you? That was fucktastic," Spencer told him with a blissful smile.
"I thought I might be doing it too hard but I couldn't stop myself," Troy admitted.
"Hard is good. I liked it. But with other guys..." Spencer started to add.
"Who cares about them," Troy said and took hold of Spencer. "You liked it. I only care that you like it," Troy said in his ear.
"Well, fuck, saying things like that can give a guy the wrong idea," Spencer told him as they both did what they could to clean each other up.
Troy saw that his eyes were starting to close. Spent and melting into Troy's embrace, he mumbled his appreciation in broken words and unfinished sentences and then promptly fell asleep.
Hadn't they gone out so Troy could scope out other guys, pick up someone new. Spencer was just supposed to be his wingman, and here he was, basking in the afterglow with him, wanting to stay close and touch him now and then to prolong the feeling.
This arrangement was a bad idea. Being with Spencer felt too good to give up. He was supposed to be getting ready for other guys not getting stuck on one.
Troy squeezed him tight anyway. Even if he didn't get to hold him for long, he could have him right now. He had this weird feeling that Spencer belonged to him and only him. Oh, wow, sex sure had messed with his head. He wondered how long this weird, intense feeling would take to wear off. Until then, hell, he was just going to enjoy it.
*
Waking up in the darkness, Spencer remembered getting fucked good and hard. Like the sheets, Spencer was a tangled mess. Troy was still holding him, and that was a surprise.
Wrapped around him, Troy's arms felt so right. Spencer could already feel himself drifting off like Troy wasn't going anywhere. Wait. He was in Troy's bed. Troy wasn't going to leave, Spencer was.