He was looking right at him, eyes overflowing with lust and need - and also some vulnerability. Patrick got the feeling Spencer was not the kind of guy who slept around. He seemed like someone who picked the people in his orbit wisely. He was letting Patrick into a special part of himself, and Patrick felt the weight of this connection -- even if it was only because his neighbor needed someone to help him commute.
Their foreheads rested against each other as Patrick impaled himself on his rock hard cock. Their lips met every so often mid-hump. Patrick’s engorged cock rubbed precum against his neighbor’s abs, every nerve ending standing at attention.
“I want to try something,” Spencer said. He tried to stand with Patrick wrapped around his hips. He got up mostly until it came time to put pressure on his broken foot. He winced in pain, and Patrick got off him.
“Almost there,” Patrick said. “You don’t want to go back to the emergency room.”
Spencer quirked an eyebrow. “How sturdy is your dining table?”
Had sexier words ever been said?
“It’s from Ikea. I put it together myself.”
“Hmmm. We’ll take our chances.”
“You doubt my craftsmanship?”
Spencer kissed him. “I’ve got an idea.”
He limped to the dining table, his jeans bunched at his knees, giving Patrick a glorious view of his beautiful ass. He gave it a good, hard slap. It was like plucking a guitar string.
“Thanks,” Spencer said with a laugh. He rested the knee with his broken foot on a dining chair, similar to a knee scooter, and patted the dining table.
Patrick bit back a smile, anticipation building like a kid about to ride a roller coaster. He lay down on his Ikea dining table, which wobbled in response.
“One of the legs is shorter than the others,” Patrick said.
“Again, we’ll take our chances.”
He threw Patrick’s legs over his head and slid inside his tight hole. Patrick croaked out some alien sound of abject pleasure. His hand immediately went to his own cock to stroke.
He didn’t last long.
How could he? He had a sexy, shirtless man above him, pushing the limits of an Ikea table, staring down at him with an intense look that was equal parts “I will ravage you” and “I will cuddle you,” pummeling his ass in just the right places.
Patrick released all over his stomach, and a little bit made it up to his chin. Spencer leaned down and licked that little bit off. Patrick dug his fingers into his back, not letting him go, wanting him close so he could feel Spencer’s muscles tighten, hear his helpless moans against his ear as he emptied himself into the condom.
He braced himself for what came next. He expected Spencer to leave - maybe a freak out about what happened, maybe he got his rocks off and was bored.
Spencer didn’t get off him right away. He rubbed a thumb over Patrick’s eyebrow and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He was in no rush.
“So, do you want to finish watching the movie?” Patrick asked.
“Actually, could we start it from the beginning?”
“Really?” Not the answer he was expecting at all.
“It seems like a good movie. I wasn’t really paying attention in the beginning.” He laughed nervously. Patrick wanted to imprint this laughter on his brain.
“Sure.”
“And...is it too early to light one of your candles?”
Patrick wrapped his arms around him tight and kissed him like it was going out of style. His heart had never felt so full. And even though it wasn’t yet September, and fall had not yet begun, they lit the Pumpkin Apple candle. Some guys were worth breaking the rules.
September
a.k.a. The Launch of the Fall Season
