But then Spencer’s thumb slid up his foot, and then it moved in circles, and then Spencer was full-on massaging Patrick’s feet. Slowly, unassumingly, as if it was something he had done a million times before while they watched TV.
Was it weird that his neighbor was giving him a foot massage? Patrick wasn’t going to question it. Spencer didn’t say anything either. He didn’t look at Patrick to make sure it was cool.
It was cool.
Spencer’s strong fingers rubbed out stress and pain that had accumulated throughout from a day of wearing dress shoes. They moved with care and precision -- and a maybe a little bit of magic, too. A moan of affirmation escaped his lips, thanking Spencer for all he was doing.
Patrick wondered how Spencer’s hands were dextrous enough to be everywhere, until he realized there was something else massaging his feet.
A boner. Patrick felt Spencer’s hardness through his jeans, just under his feet. Rather than pull away, he moved his feet over Spencer’s cock. Spencer’s face contorted with pleasure, and he let out a wisp of a grunt that forced Patrick’s erection to strain against his own denim.
They looked at each other with intent, an unspoken alignment that didn’t need to be sullied with words. Spencer’s eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. He gripped Patrick’s ankles and stroked his feet against his bulge, sending waves of need through Patrick, who let out a loud-and-proud moan. He took off Patrick’s socks, and the direct heat of his hand and crotch blazed right into Patrick’s skin.
His toe flicked at the zipper of Spencer’s fly, giving an unsubtle nudge. He thought his own cock was going to break through his own fly as he watched Spencer give into the moment.
His neighbor unzipped and whipped out his cock, rubbing it along the sole of Patrick’s feet while Patrick tried to massage it back. Spencer’s dick was thick and warm and Patrick quickly made a list in his head of all the things he wanted to do with it. Spencer rolled his head back and groaned, sending Patrick to another level.
“Come here,” Spencer said hungrily.
Patrick didn’t need to be asked twice. In a nanosecond, he crushed his mouth onto Spencer, want and need colliding in a perfect storm. Patrick dragged his fingers along his stubble, then up to his hair, then over his chest. They needed their own passport. Spencer grunted into his mouth as Patrick jerked his cock in firm strokes.
Spencer palmed for Patrick’s fly. Not needing to be asked twice, Patrick ripped open his belt, undid his fly, and freed his own cock, which felt the rush of cool air followed by the heat of Spencer’s strong hand. Spencer slid his tongue into Patrick’s mouth, nearly causing Patrick to blow his load.
Patrick took both their cocks in his hand.
“Fuck,” Spencer grunted out as he bucked his hips up. He grabbed Patrick by the hair and continued dominating his mouth with his tongue. It was everything. The only thing that could’ve made it better was if Patrick had thought to light some candles beforehand.
“Hold on.” Spencer reached for the remote control and shut off the TV. “I can’t have kids running around on screen while we do this.”
Patrick nodded in agreement.
“But the movie’s fall aesthetic was on point,” Spencer added with one of his lazy smiles that fueled Patrick’s lust. He could stare at this guy all day and all night. His brown eyes had darkness and a hint of danger in them that Patrick craved like water in a desert.
Spencer let out the sexiest groan known to the human ear when Patrick began blowing him. Patrick groaned with pleasure, too, as his mouth filled with his neighbor’s manly taste. Spencer’s thick fingers threaded themselves through his blond hair, pushing him down gently.
“Fuck, Patrick. God, yeah.”
There was nothing sexier than hearing your name called out during sex. Patrick swallowed Spencer’s length to the base. Spencer let out another lusty groan as he thrust his hips up, burying himself balls deep inside Patrick’s mouth, the bitter taste of precum hitting his throat.
“Oh, Patrick.”
Patrick moaned back, in a place heaven hoped to reach.
“Do you have condoms?”
Patrick nodded his head while giving head, then realized he probably needed to be more obvious.
“Yeah, I do,” he said. He and Spencer gave each other a deep, serious look, a silent agreement taking place. Patrick didn’t know if this was too fast, and he didn’t care. In that moment, he wanted Spencer inside him like he was a vital nutrient.
Patrick darted to his bedroom for lube and condoms at his nightstand. Even though he wasn’t seeing anyone at the time, he was always prepared in case the night took him somewhere special. He came back to the living room and found Spencer shirtless and stroking himself. Volleyball did a body good. Patrick wanted to paint a mural tribute on his ceiling to his chest and abs.
Patrick undressed and Spencer pulled him back to the couch. His lips were magnets, kissing Patrick without break and moaning into his mouth while he rolled on the condom. Spencer lubed himself up and slipped two slick fingers inside Patrick, sending him into the stratosphere. He could feel himself stretching to accommodate Spencer’s thick, assertive fingers. He couldn’t fucking wait for the real thing.
Patrick straddled Spencer, looking over his shoulder quickly to make sure his broken foot was still elevated. He sank onto his fat cock, letting it impale him.
“Yes,” Patrick whispered out as it breached his tight ring of muscle, eyes closed, savoring this moment.
“Open your eyes,” Spencer growled.
