“Sorry to interrupt. This just arrived.”
At Rocky’s appearance, Zayn reluctantly pulled away. Rocky had six pizza boxes. “That’s a lot of pizza.”
Spencer sat forward. “I didn’t know how many people you have on staff right now.”
Zayn’s chest warmed. He looked Rocky’s way with his eyebrows raised.
Rocky set the pizzas on the coffee table. “There’re five of us on duty tonight.”
Spencer handed four of the boxes back to Rocky. “These are for you guys. They’re all the same.”
Rocky seemed reluctant to accept, but he didn’t argue. “Thanks.” He didn’t sound thankful. Zayn looked at him closer, but Rocky didn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sure the guys will demolish this in no time.” Without a backward glance, Rocky headed out with the pizza.
“That was nice of you.”
Spencer shrugged off the praise as he flipped open the lid of the box. “Since you burned your dominant hand, I figured pizza would be the easiest thing for you to eat.”
Zayn shook his head. He didn’t understand why Spencer didn’t realize how amazing he was. People didn’t visit his house and worry about his staff. Hell, they didn’t even worry about him. Zayn puzzled over it while they ate. He didn’t solve anything. In fact, between the food and the meds, he caught himself dozing. He closed his eyes for half a second. When they opened again, their mess had been cleared away, and Spencer was helping him to his feet.
“Come on, sleepy head. You obviously have a low tolerance for pain medicine.”
Zayn let Spencer lead him to the bedroom. “I rarely take any type of medication. I come from an Asian family. My mom thinks capsaicin fixes everything.”
A sexy chuckle rumbled from Spencer as he helped Zayn strip down to his underwear. “I get the feeling you have a great family.”
Zayn dutifully climbed into bed when Spencer pulled the covers back. “They’re good people. My mom doesn’t love that I’m gay, but she doesn’t bother lecturing me. I think more than anything she’s worried about me getting mistreated.”
“You’re her baby.” Spencer sat on the edge of the bed at Zayn’s hip. “Good parents don’t want their kids getting bullied. I imagine it has to be somewhat terrifying to send your kids into the world under the best of circumstances. Being gay definitely doesn’t make anything easier.”
“Are you not staying?” He didn’t look like he intended to crawl beneath the covers with Zayn.
For a moment, Spencer eyed him in silence. “Do you want me to?”
He didn’t need to think about it. “Yes.”
Spencer stood and stripped. Zayn enjoyed the show. He knew in his heart they wouldn’t make love tonight. Spencer struck Zayn as the type of person who never took advantage of anyone. The way he talked about taking care of others and the way he had thought about Zayn’s staff tonight, that was a man with a moral code. He fascinated the fuck out of Zayn.
Spencer stacked pillows under Zayn’s arm again and then circled the bed. He crawled beneath the covers and moved as close as possible without hurting Zayn. “I can’t promise I’ll sleep.”
Zayn hadn’t thought about the time. He realized too late it was probably still pretty early in the evening. “I’m sorry. The meds are making me tired, but you don’t have to stay. I don’t even know what time it is.”
“It’s about eight thirty.” Spencer brushed his fingers through Zayn’s hair. “That’s not what I meant, though. I always have a hard time sleeping. Between working mostly at night and the way my mind races, I have a weird sleep schedule. I usually just go until I crash.”
“Sounds like ADHD.”
Spencer blinked, as if Zayn spoke a different language. “Not that I know of.”
Zayn closed his eyes and savored the way Spencer played with his hair. “My best friend growing up, Lonnie, had ADHD. He couldn’t tolerate the meds, so he had to just deal with it. Lonnie would just go and go, playing video games, talking, playing different instruments, and basically anything else you can think of to pass the time. It felt like he was always moving or talking until boom. He would be asleep. Then he would stay asleep for hours on end. He was very creative.”
“Where is Lonnie these days?” Spencer spoke softly—like he tried to lull Zayn to sleep.
Zayn fought a wave of pain. Some things never got easier to carry. “He killed himself our senior year of high school.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
Zayn fought the urge to say it was okay. It had been over twenty years. He didn’t think about it that much anymore. Those were all the usual sayings for whenever anyone asked about Lonnie. This one time, he stayed silent and accepted Spencer’s comfort. The pain meds were making him emotional. He was glad Spencer was here. Even if Spencer didn’t end up staying the night, Zayn had Spencer for now. He was grateful.
Six
Spencer: How is that hand today?
Zayn: It’s good. How are you?
Spencer: I’m good. I’m just missing you.
Zayn: I’ll be there in a few.
Spencer: Don’t forget we have that second pottery class tonight.
Zayn: I’ll be there.
Up beats, downbeats, and echoes swirled through Spencer’s mind. He moved to his DJ controller and opened his laptop. He pushed buttons and twisted knobs, lining up different sounds. Spencer moved to the sound, getting into the music and imagining people rocking out to his latest tracks. One new song led to two. He found a fresh memory stick and started a new set. There were three shows coming up that would be perfect for testing out his latest creation. A chime pulled him from his thoughts. Spencer’s gaze shot to the security camera. Zayn’s car pulled into his usual spot. Spencer’s gaze slowly moved to the clock. His eyes fell closed. Pottery class had ended nearly an hour ago.
He bent at the waist and softly beat his head on his standing desk before rushing to the door. Spencer yanked the door open, profusely apologizing before Zayn could blast him. “I’m so sorry. Fuck. I’m such an idiot. One second, I had plenty of—”
Zayn overcame him. His mouth covered Spencer’s, cutting off his apology. Spencer tore at the button on Zayn’s jeans as he walked him toward the bed. At the edge of the mattress, Spencer pushed, shoving Zayn down. Desire burned in Zayn’s eyes. Spencer forgot about his new set list and everything else in his life, except Zayn. When they were together, everything always fell away, turning Spencer into pure need. He straddled Zayn’s body and dragged Zayn’s white t-shirt up his torso. At Zayn’s wrists, he twisted, turning the shirt into a restraint. He used the excess to tie Zayn’s wrists to his wrought-iron headboard. Not a single peep of protest came from Zayn, ratcheting up Spencer’s lust.
With Zayn’s hands bound, Spencer slipped down Zayn’s body, kissing and biting until he could strip Zayn’s lower half. Once he had Zayn nude, Spencer stood and eyed his prize. Zayn was hard all over. He watched Spencer with a heat that nearly singed Spencer’s skin. Spencer held Zayn’s stare as he stripped.
“You are perfect.” He tossed away his final piece of clothing and found the lube and condoms. “I would never forget about you on purpose.”
Zayn didn’t respond.
Spencer wondered if he was angrier than he wanted Spencer to know. It was okay. Spencer would fix everything. He crawled onto the bed and licked Zayn’s cock. Zayn hissed. A smile tugged at Spencer’s lips.
“You’re so goddamn responsive. Since the first time I had you inside me, I’ve been captivated. No one looks at me the way you do—like you’d die if I stopped touching you.” Spencer tore open the condom wrapper and slowly rolled it down Zayn’s length. He purposefully tortured Zayn by not rushing. Spencer went to work on the lube next. He coated Zayn’s length before moving to his balls.
“You make me wonder how far you’ll let me go.” Spencer met Zayn’s burning gaze. He slipped his hand between Zayn’s thighs and toyed with the spot underneath Zayn’s balls. “How far will you let me go, Zayn?” Zayn still didn’
t make a sound as Spencer slid lower, but his legs parted. Spencer fought a triumphant smile. He circled Zayn’s asshole with his lubed fingers. “You can’t come yet,” Spencer warned as he slipped a finger inside Zayn. A pant escaped Zayn. Spencer’s cock leaked at the sound. He was turned on. Spencer wanted to sit on Zayn’s cock and take everything he wanted. Instead, he couldn’t stop tormenting Zayn. He curled his finger and pushed, massaging Zayn internally the same way he liked to be pleasured. Zayn squirmed. Spencer increased the pressure. Zayn’s hips left the bed. Spencer snapped. In a flash, he straddled Zayn’s hips and impaled himself. The headboard shook as Zayn fought against his restraints. He looked crazed as Spencer lifted and sat, riding Zayn’s dick. Spencer held Zayn’s stare as he used Zayn’s cock while tugging at his own. Spencer let Zayn see his lust and madness. He used Zayn’s body. Spencer threw his head back and lost himself to the moment. He pictured himself crawling between Zayn’s thighs. Spencer wondered if Zayn would let him push inside that tight ass. He loved the dick, but Spencer also liked to be the one pounding someone’s ass occasionally. Zayn didn’t seem like the type to take it. Maybe he would for Spencer.
“I’m not going to last, sexy. You’re too hot and tight on my dick.”
Spencer drew a ragged breath at Zayn’s words. He dropped his chin and met Zayn’s stare. “You’ll come when I say so.”
Zayn didn’t look dominated. In fact, his expression said he knew exactly what Spencer wanted. “Finish me and then you’re free to fuck me.”
Something inside Spencer darkened. He needed to make Zayn see who was in charge. “I can fuck you now.”
“Prove it.”
A roar sounded in Spencer’s brain. He leaped from Zayn’s body and found another condom. After quickly suiting and lubing up, Spencer found himself on his knees, spreading Zayn’s thighs and pushing his knees higher. He stared down at Zayn’s asshole. It still glistened from Spencer’s earlier play. Spencer wanted to shove his way inside. He couldn’t until he knew how much he was about to hurt Zayn.
“Am I the first?”
“No.”
At Zayn’s answer, Spencer lost the final shred of self-control he possessed. “Thank god.” He impaled Zayn.
A loud moan tore from Zayn.
Spencer took that as an oral agreement to go hard. He angled Zayn’s body so every thrust would bring Zayn pleasure. His eyes burned as he fought to keep them open so he could watch Zayn’s every reaction. Zayn’s muscles strained, and the headboard creaked. An evil smile tugged at Spencer’s lips. He wondered if Zayn would break his bed. Spencer kind of wanted to see it happen. Zayn’s body bowed. Spencer’s breath caught. He forgot everything but the sensations on his cock. Zayn’s asshole squeezed him, making Spencer see stars. A strangled cry filled the air and then Zayn’s body tried sucking Spencer deeper. A shout escaped Spencer as the pressure climbing his shaft turned into ecstasy. He rode Zayn’s ass, trying to steal every spasm of pleasure. Spencer pumped the condom full of cum, wishing he could watch it leak from Zayn’s asshole. Clarity hit harder and faster than Spencer’s orgasm. He wanted more than he realized. While Spencer had admitted they were a couple, he hadn’t thought about what that meant. Spencer recognized the truth now. He wanted this to be permanent. Spencer had zero desire to be with anyone else. He wanted a full-blown commitment where they didn’t need condoms because there would never be anyone else. Fuck. He had found the one.
Zayn’s body hummed with happiness. His wrists throbbed. He didn’t care. All that mattered was the kisses Spencer kept letting him steal. He had started the night beyond pissed over getting stood up, but now he no longer cared. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t enjoyed himself at a class Spencer had gifted him. Plus, it was obvious Spencer felt like shit. In the grand scheme of things, one class wasn’t that important.
Spencer held Zayn’s hair and kissed him deep. Zayn took everything Spencer dished out. If Spencer was in the mood to dominate, Zayn was fine to hand over control. He liked this side of Spencer. When Spencer finally settled down into Zayn’s arms, Zayn’s heart melted.
“I’d love to hear this new set list.”
Spencer’s head shot up. “How did you know it was a new set list?”
A laugh escaped Zayn. “Nothing else steals you away from me like music. Don’t worry. I’m not jealous.”
Spencer crawled until he settled between Zayn’s thighs and hovered over him. “Well, I am. Where’s that clay vase that stole you away from me?”
“We cooked them tonight. Next class, we paint them.”
A frown marred Spencer’s features. “You mean it’ll be pointless for me to go to the next class since I missed this one?”
Zayn shook his head. “You’re good. I convinced the instructor to let me cook yours as well.”
Spencer’s expression cleared. “That’s good. I won’t let you down again.”
Before he could stop himself, Zayn released a loud sigh. “I’m not let down. It was an accident. I know you didn’t ditch me on purpose.”
Spencer groaned and pressed his face to Zayn’s chest. “It sounds so terrible when you put it like that.”
Zayn buried his fingers in Spencer’s hair and scratched. “Maybe you can make it up to me by coming to a family cookout with me this weekend.”
“Done,” Spencer said with no clue how horrible it would be for him. Zayn’s mom combined with Koda’s entire family could be a real handful. Plus, this would be a declaration they were a couple. There would be no going back. His chosen family would want more of Spencer... just like Zayn.
As if Spencer read Zayn’s mind, he licked Zayn’s nipple. The breath caught in Zayn’s throat. He felt Spencer’s cock stir. “I’ve never been with anyone I can’t get enough of, but I can’t stop craving you.”
Zayn’s heart skipped a beat at Spencer’s confession. He wanted more. “I’m not going anywhere, so take as much of me as you need.”
“I don’t think I have enough condoms to fill that tall order.”
They were a couple. Zayn wanted them to be forever. He was happier than he had ever been in his life. “I’m sure we can find several ways to play that won’t require condoms. If it makes you feel better, though, I have my doctor test me every year as part of my physical. Not only have I never slept with anyone without protection, but I also tested negative for everything right before our first time.”
Spencer stared down at Zayn with a hunger that curled his toes. “Same to everything you just said. I’ve never let anyone touch me for any reason without protection. So tell me why I can’t stop thinking about your cum.”
Zayn’s stomach muscles clenched with desire. He had never really been into bondage or cum play. Yet he wanted to try everything with Spencer. He needed Spencer’s cum coating his tongue.
Zayn slapped Spencer’s ass. “Flip around and sit on my face. You look like you need my dick in your mouth while I eat that ass.”
“Goddamn.” Spencer’s hoarse-sounding whisper summed up Zayn’s feelings as well. They were about to have a long night and would be sore in the morning. Zayn was ready for it. In fact, he was prepared to do this for the rest of his life. There was nothing he wanted more.
Seven
Spencer: I had a last-minute booking. It’s for Saturday at noon.
Zayn: Oh, I thought we were going to that cookout on Saturday.
Zayn: It’s not important, though. We can go anytime.
Spencer: Thank you. I’ll make it up to you.
Zayn: I’ll make sure you do.
Spencer: Why am I reading a ton of sexual innuendo in your text?
Zayn: Come see me and find out.
Spencer: I’m on my way.
Spencer: Don’t let me forget our class tomorrow night.
Zayn: Okay.
Zayn: Don’t forget our final pottery class tonight.
Zayn: I’m sending you the reminder you specifically asked me to send about our pottery class.
Zayn: I’m here. Where are you?
&nbs
p; Sweat glistened on Spencer’s skin as he loaded the box truck by himself. He knew he could wait for Jinx, but Jinx’s mom hadn’t been doing well the last time he talked to her. Spencer didn’t want to burden Jinx with extra work. His next show wasn’t until tomorrow night, but if he finished this now, they wouldn’t have to do it in the morning. That only mattered because the show was a two-hour drive from here.
“Hey. Why didn’t you wait on me?”
Spencer flashed Jinx a smile as he came through the door. “I was just trying to get a head start. Honestly, I didn’t mean to load everything by myself. I got carried away.”
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