Spencer lost sight of him while he made the drink order, and when he headed over to the dance area, Del had let Tim, the taller of the couple dancing with him, tug him closer, hands on Del’s waist. A strange mix of arousal and jealousy warred in Spencer’s gut. Standing at the edge of the dancefloor, he watched, wanting both to be the one touching Del and to keep watching him enjoy himself. But then their eyes met, and the best thing happened, Del’s eyes flaring wide with pleasure and a knowing smile tugging on his lips as he extricated himself from Tim and Morgan and sauntered over to Spencer.
“So you like watching?” he asked as he accepted his beer.
“Maybe. You’re certainly worth viewing,” Spencer admitted. “You’re hot as fuck dancing.”
“Says the dancer. High praise.” Del raised his glass. “You gonna dance with me next?”
“Perhaps.” Spencer sipped at his cocktail, the acidity of the grapefruit juice burning his throat right along with all the emotions he couldn’t seem to contain.
“Come on. I’ll let you lead.” Del had a sassy wink for him then, one that made heat pool low in his groin. And honestly, that had been a bit of a concern—he barely noticed their height difference anymore, but with dancing, it would be more obvious, and Spencer was used to leading.
“Think you can keep up with me?” he volleyed back.
“Oh, baby, I’m so hoping you keep me up. All night long.” Del relaxed like this really was just the best. They felt years removed from that night in the boat on the ocean. Something protective unfurled in Spencer’s chest. He liked being able to give his stoic SEAL time to unwind like this.
“I plan to.” Spencer yanked him close enough to kiss. Del tasted like imported beer and familiar, like he’d been kissing this man for decades, and full of possibilities, every dirty desire and quiet fantasy right there for the taking. He liked that Del didn’t hold back either, totally meeting him kiss for kiss even though they were still very much in public.
Finally, Spencer was the one to pull away, breathing hard. “We better dance before I’m tempted to go find a dark corner with you.”
“I’m not entirely opposed.” Del’s eyes sparkled.
“Behave. I’m too old for public shenanigans.”
“I’m not.” Del leaned in for another kiss, this one more playful and insistent. “Maybe I should find the lion tamer...”
“Dance. Now.” Spencer really was tempted to just haul him downstairs and into a taxi home, but there was something to be said for anticipation, building it up until they were both desperate. Besides, this might be his only chance to dance with Del, and he wasn’t missing it.
He set their drinks aside and led Del back onto the dancefloor, which was lit by strobe lights. The eerie shadows from the lighting made everyone seem like characters in a stop-motion film, so he focused less on the dancers around them and more on Del, pulling him close, guiding him with hands on his hips. Del accommodated him by bending his knees slightly and going pliant under his touch. The music and the mood encouraged dirty, close dancing with a pulsing back beat and a crowd of sweaty, over-sexed dancers.
He was vaguely aware of Tim and Morgan dancing near them, and without much intention on his part, his touch became more insistent and possessive.
Yes, this is my guy. All mine. None for you. All sorts of juvenile messages he’d thought he’d long since outgrown. Leaning in, he licked at Del’s neck, loving how his head fell back, giving him more access. After pulling him closer, their mouths met in a deep kiss.
“Either take me home now, or get okay with finding that dark corner,” Del said against his lips.
“Home.” Spencer had to admit that it felt even more home-like, knowing that Del was coming too. Spencer, who liked being alone enough to not even be tempted by a cat for company, liked sharing space with Del, liked cooking for him, liked writing with Del as his pillow. Liked knowing that he got Del in his bed again, all night long. He had never been so fast with using the ride app on his phone.
They were the only occupants in the freight elevator, and the doors had barely closed when Del was on him, pinning him against the metal side.
“Bet I could blow you right here,” Del said right before he sucked Spencer’s earlobe.
“Yeah? You wanna get on your knees for me?” Spencer tipped his head so that Del could kiss his way back to Spencer’s mouth.
“That and I wanna ride you when we get back home.”
Spencer barely contained his whimper. “I’m in favor of that plan.”
“Yeah, you are.” Del palmed Spencer’s cock through his pants.
Ding. The elevator door opened and Del gave him a wicked grin. “Another time.”
“And no you can’t blow me in the car.” He forced his voice to be stern.
“You’re no fun.”
In the end, it was Spencer who initiated contact in the car because he couldn’t bear to not touch Del a second longer and grabbed his hand, squeezing hard. The young driver tried flirting with both of them, but Spencer really did have eyes only for Del. Lord, terrible clichés now? You really are far gone for this man.
“This elevator?” Del’s eyes sparkled as they made their way from the car, past the doorman, into the elevator.
“There are security cameras.” Damn having to be the practical adult person. The ride to the tenth floor had seldom seemed so long. Del waited while Spencer fumbled with the keys, but he had barely entered the condo when Del was tugging him toward the bedroom.
“Hey, at least let me turn on some lights!”
“You need the mood set?” Del laughed as he fiddled with the dimmer in Spencer’s bedroom, settling on a soft, barely there glow. Then, instead of pouncing on Spencer as he expected, Del stuck his phone on the speaker accessory on Spencer’s dresser. Strains of an acoustic version of a heavy metal classic soon filled the small space. “There. That’s my music-to-get-fucked-by playlist.”
“I like it,” Spencer said as Del sank to his knees in front of him. “Like that too.”
“I know.” Del palmed Spencer’s all-too-eager cock through his pants. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to blow you in these pants all damn night.”
“No one stopping you now.” Spencer’s voice went from nonchalant to breathless as Del took out his cock, licked all around the head. Unlike the first time he’d done this for Spencer, Del took his time, little teases and flicks of his tongue until Spencer was half growling and half moaning.
“Suck it.”
“Now, now, didn’t anyone teach you manners?” Del chided before going back to teasing with the tip of his tongue.
“Please.”
“Better.” Del started a shallow bob of his head, a rhythm just slow and deep enough to drive Spencer out of his head. “Don’t come. Still want you to fuck me.”
“Promises, promises.”
Del responded by going super deep and sucking hard, and it took everything Spencer had to not shoot on the spot.
“Okay, damn, you win,” Spencer gasped.
“Yeah, I do.” Laughing, Del pushed Spencer’s pants down, then helped him out of his T-shirt. “Fuck. You are so hot. Get on the bed.”
“Did I miss the part where you’re in charge?”
“Yup.” Del’s grin was pure wickedness. “Pay better attention.”
He did a little shimmy in time with the music, and Spencer took a seat on the bed, not to comply with the command, but to have a good seat for what he hoped was Del’s striptease.
“Okay, okay, but give me a good show.”
“Oh, I plan to.” Closing his eyes, Del swayed in time with the music. His eyeliner was smudged around the edges and his mouth was puffy, both giving him a debauched air that Spencer really dug. He flashed his abs a few times before removing his shirt. Lowering the zipper enough to show Spencer that he was going commando, he wiggled his ass and spun, clear
ly getting into it now. “Get the stuff out. Want you ready.”
“Trust me. I am.” Spencer retrieved the lube and condoms from the nightstand. Naked now, Del’s eyes narrowed, a hunter stalking his prey as he straddled Spencer’s lap, continuing to move in time with the music. “Fuck. You can give me a lap dance any time.”
“Yeah? You wanna pretend I’m a pretty dancer you bought a night with?” Del waggled his eyebrows.
Spencer was no stranger to role play, but he didn’t even have to think about it. “Nope. Wanna pretend you’re you, Del Bacon. You’re all I want tonight.”
“Aww.” Bacon dipped his head for a lingering kiss. “I like when you get all romantic on me.”
It was on the tip of Spencer’s tongue to tell him that he didn’t do romance and to not get used to it, but that would be a lie. Del made him want to be a romantic, made him want to pamper and treasure, made him want to say all the pretty words that Del deserved.
Del continued his bump-and-grind on Spencer’s lap, but slower now, more sensual as he slid against Spencer, kissing him until all Spencer knew was this man, this song, this rhythm that they built together. At some point, Del had grabbed a condom and he rolled it onto Spencer with deft fingers. Intending to finger Del, Spencer reached for the lube, but Del batted his hand away.
“This is my show.” Del got his own fingers slick and reached behind himself while leaning in for another kiss. Then, before Spencer really had time to register what was happening, he slicked up Spencer’s cock with a firm grip and then started lowering himself down. His head tipped back, and a breath hissed out, and Spencer wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight.
His hands stroked Del’s sides as Del panted through several breaths. “That’s it, baby. Go as slow as you need.”
“No fun in that.” Del slid further down, slick, tight heat enveloping Spencer’s cock. “Fuck. I love your cock.”
“It’s pretty fond of you too,” Spencer managed to tease, one of his hands coming up to stroke Del’s beautiful face. Spencer reveled in the way Del loomed over him as he gyrated, using his height to his advantage. Their mouths met, and Spencer was the one groaning. Had he had this before? This blend of playful and seductive? In that instant, everything felt brand-new again, his world transformed by this mesmerizing man.
The music had shifted to a song wailing about forever being too short, and Spencer kissed Del with new intensity. He was utterly seduced by him in a way that had little to do with the fuck—or rather, the sex felt like a reflection of how the seduction had completely stripped him bare, left him wide open to emotions he hadn’t felt in years. Del was moving in earnest now, long, slow glides that had him moaning against Spencer’s lips.
“Fuck, Spencer, I...” Del’s pupils were wide, and he bit his lip as his body shuddered.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. I feel it too. Give me everything you can. I won’t let you down. His usually practical heart was making reckless promises he was sure were all over his face. I need you even more than I want you. The thought should have sent fear sprinting through his veins, but all he felt was exhilaration when he saw that same need in Del’s hungry eyes. That they were in this together was all that really mattered.
Del’s rocking picked up speed, their bodies slapping together, kisses getting sloppier. The music surged, and Del let out a broken moan that was far more seductive than any song lyrics. His cock painted a wet stripe against Spencer’s stomach.
“So close. Fuck. Spencer.”
“Gonna come for me? Gonna come on my cock?” Spencer nibbled at his collarbones before pouring some lube into his palm. He worked a hand between their bodies to stroke Del’s cock.
“Fuck... You...don’t...play fair.” Del moaned softly between words. He pushed on Spencer’s shoulders until Spencer fell back onto the bed. He managed to keep stroking Del’s cock as he rode Spencer hard, one foot on the floor.
“Beautiful,” Spencer gasped, because Del really was. Spectacularly fierce and lost in his pleasure at the same time. He could tell Del was close, as was he, but he wanted this moment to drag on, wanted to drown in how good this was.
“Right...there...” Del’s eyes squished shut right as his body clamped down on Spencer’s, and he came all over his fist. And no way could Spencer hold back the tidal wave of his own orgasm. It swamped him until all he could do was hold Del close and moan his name. They collapsed together, a shuddering, sticky mess.
And then Del did the most wondrous thing and laughed. A deep, satisfying belly laugh, the kind Spencer couldn’t help joining in on.
“That sucked. I demand a do-over.” Del was laughing so hard his whole body shook with it on top of Spencer.
“Give me about twenty minutes and a shower, and we’ll see.” Spencer kissed the top of his head. “You’re going to wear me out. Remember, I’m a feeble, elderly—”
“Ha. And luckily, I like you for more than just your dick.”
Spencer couldn’t help the little flutter deep in his chest. “Yeah, I know. You want to make off with my shower and my bed.”
“And your cooking.” Del gave him a soft kiss. “You should invite me back again. Excuse to use up leftovers and all that.”
“Oh I should, should I?” Spencer laughed, but he already knew he’d be doing exactly that. There were all sorts of reasons why this was a bad idea, but the laughing man in his arms seemed to push past every barrier Spencer threw up. “I suppose I could keep you around.”
“Good.” Del rewarded him with another kiss.
Spencer returned it with a passion that had nothing to do with angling for another round of sex. Instead, he let his lips say what he couldn’t give voice to. Stay. Your laughter fills every hole in my soul. Stay in my bed, in my life, in my heart. Stay.
Chapter Eighteen
“Yo, Bacon, you ready to fly?” Rooster bounced on the balls of his feet. He liked jumps more than just about anyone on the team, and Bacon figured he’d make a damn good jumpmaster in a few years.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Still in hot pursuit of the terrorist cell in the South Pacific, they were practicing an insertion over water with a SEAL boat known as a RIB also being deployed with parachutes. The RIB would go first, four parachutes controlling its descent, then four SWCC would follow—the specialized SEAL boat crew would handle setting up the boat so that when the rest of the team jumped in a carefully choreographed sequence, the boat would be ready for them. They would then swim to the RIB and carry out the rest of the practice mission.
Water insertions always made Bacon nervous—he was a strong swimmer, but the potential to get bogged down in the parachute was always a risk with these maneuvers. The roar of the C-130J engines as the plane took off made further talk with Rooster hard. But that was okay. These past few weeks, Bacon hadn’t been the best at small talk with his teammates. In a lot of ways, it felt like he was living from one LA visit to the next and one email or chat session to the next. And he couldn’t tell anyone what he was up to, which felt weird, having this awesome thing in his life and no one to share it with.
Soon, he was going to talk to Spencer about when they could be a little less covert. It had been two months since his first LA visit, and they had a good routine going of emails, texts, and video chats filling the gap between in-person hookups. A steady stream of good stuff that now in the long, antsy wait to jump, he could let himself flash back to.
I know you’re in love with my mattress, but I have to tell you I don’t think it’s doing its job anymore. It seems too big now when you’re not here, and I tossed and turned last night, so hard to fall asleep after having had you all weekend. Guess my body is used to you wearing me out before sleep or something. Which is all a convoluted way of asking, what days are you off this week? I want to make pozole, and I know how much you like Mexican food.
Take care,
Spencer
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Bacon liked that Spencer was slowly becoming more open about missing him, and he loved that Spencer kept dreaming up things to cook for him. It wasn’t just Spencer’s mattress and shower that Bacon had an increasing fondness for, and he liked knowing he wasn’t the only one counting the days.
Are you making tortillas from scratch again? If so, I suppose I could come up on Wednesday—got 36 hours off Wednesday and Thursday. And if it makes you feel better, my bed at the barracks feels ridiculously tiny these days, and my pillow is a piss-poor substitute for you.
See you soon,
Del
Traffic had been bad that week, getting him there late in the evening, and they’d ended up eating bowls of pozole in Spencer’s bed with a news show they both liked in the background. They hadn’t even fucked until morning, something Bacon was oddly proud of. They were crossing a line where it wasn’t just sex or friends-with-benefits, and it filled something that had been missing a long ass time in his life. Sure he had friends, but no one he could be himself around the way he could with Spencer. No one who relaxed him like Spencer. No one who cared for him like Spencer.
He still had to be careful about what he said about his duties, but they’d found a place where Bacon could talk about stuff without revealing too much. And Spencer was the one person he was okay with admitting when things were hard.
Shit day. Screwed up on a swim. I’m okay, but man, I can’t wait till I see you tomorrow.
Del
Sorry to hear about the rough day. What can I do? I’ve got a hot shower with your name on it, and some really nice organic chicken I’m roasting with lemons and rosemary. Do you need to talk tonight though? We can video chat whenever.
Spencer
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