The wine glasses are still on the table from earlier and Spencer fills them each halfway before setting the bottle on the table and sitting down next to me.
I hold up the bowl of popcorn. “Okay, now there is a trick to this. The ratio has to be just right. You must have at least two pieces of popcorn for every one Goober.”
I reach into the bowl and pick out the perfect pieces. “Like this,” I show him.
“Open!”
When his lips part, my cock is 100% thinking about his mouth wrapped around it. His tongue peeks out and all I can see is it swirling around my cock head.Jesus Christ!I have no control over the moan coming from deep in my chest when his lips wrap around my fingertips.Fuck, I need to get a grip!
His face lights up, and his eyes flutter open. “Mmmm, that’s so good!”
“So good,” I say, brushing a crumb from his lip.
Spencer clears his throat, breaking the moment, then sits up straight and claps his hands.
“Okay, what episode are you on?” he says, eyes wide with excitement.
“I watched the first 3 episodes of the reboot. He is the ninth Doctor, right?”
“Yes, and lucky for us, he only has one season.”
“Hey, I thought he was good.”
“Oh, he is, right up until you discoverYOURDoctor.” He pats me on the shoulder. “You’ll see.”
Spencer queues up episode 4, Aliens in London, and starts talking about these creatures called slitheen. Oh, and apparently it’s also very important that I remember the name Harriet Jones. Whatever that is supposed to mean. He is very cryptic.
When he discusses something he is passionate about, his eyes light up. His hands are in constant motion. He talks with his whole body. A body that I need to be touching.
I do my best to hold my composure, but my hands itch with need. I finally lose the battle and haul him on top of me so he is laying between my splayed legs. Spencer laughs at the sudden, very cave man move as I try to get situated. I’m not a very subtle guy, never have been. Same goes for my mouth, I guess. I’m not great with words. Beckett says I come across as blunt, which, yeah, sometimes that is okay, and then sometimes I just need to shut the hell up before I stick my foot in my mouth.
I reach my arm up and try to grab a blanket off the back of the couch, but I’m stopped by a very annoyed looking Gallifrey. I give him my very best pleading face, but it’s not until Spencer gives him the death stare that he turns around and walks away with his tail high in the air.
I should pick up some cat treats or something to win him over.
I toss the blanket over us. The weight of Spencer’s body on mine calms me. Instead of the constant feeling of unsteadiness, I feel grounded, solid.
Absent-mindedly, I bring my hand up, and my fingers start combing through his hair. As his muscles relax, I feel him sink into me like goo, melting into place. It’s not that cuddling is completely foreign to me. Sure, I have cuddled after a good fuck, but this feels different. I have never cuddled while watching a movie or show.
With my life feeling like a lost ship in stormy seas, he’s like… I don’t know, he’s like the light showing me a way home, or some corny shit like that.
It scares the fuck out of me. I have so much on the line, one wrong decision and I could lose it all. This town was the only option I had. A fucking Hail Mary. But that’s the thing. I don’t think I could stay away from Spencer if I tried. Trusting in whatever this feeling is, that is all I can really do. So that is what I’m going to do.
As the episode continues, Spencer makes small comments about the story line and distinct characters. When he is talking, he starts moving his hands. God, I have plans for those hands. Soon they are gliding over that little patch of skin under the hem of my shirt. The same spot on him that I’m dying to get to. It’s soft and tentative at first, but then his strokes become teasing and playful.
I kiss the top of his head, breathing in the scent of, what is that? Lemon? The smell of the sweet citrus makes me want to drink him in. My thumb traces his bottom lip while his fingers become more daring, snaking under my shirt and splaying on my stomach. His tongue peeks out and licks my thumb before he pulls it into his mouth and sucks. I let him get it nice and wet before I trace his lips again. Spencer looks up at me, eyes full of heat, lips glistening. Then he takes my thumb back between his lips.
“Fuck, your lips are so pretty, sweetheart!”
Spencer lets out a low moan around my thumb, making my dick jump.
I pull him up, capturing his lips in a needy kiss, our tongues in a slow dance. God, this man can kiss!
His hips start to move, the silk pajama shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.
Every time he rocks away, my cock twitches, wanting more friction. I slide my hand under the waistband of his shorts to squeeze his ass and pull him tight against me when I’m met with pure skin.Oh, fuck.
His ass is plump and perfect. I squeeze each cheek and grind him against my aching cock, which is currently acting like a slut. Every thrust pulls the moan I love so much out of him and it drives my cock into whore status.
