As soon as my dick is out of his mouth, I haul him to my chest, tasting my release on his tongue. I give him everything in that kiss, taking his hand and placing it over my rapidly beating heart. Gasping for breath, I lean my forehead against his.
“Holy shit, I have never come that hard in my life!” I say. “Your performance was Oscar worthy. You get all the Oscars!”
He giggles, “Thank you, Thank you. I would like to give a shout out to Dildo Emporium. Without them, I wouldn’t be here today to accept this award and to let you know we need to change the sheets.”
I look down and see Spencer’s release covering the sheets.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I groan.
He chuckles and tucks himself into my shoulder, letting out a sigh of contentment.
Spencer feels so damn good in my arms. His smaller framed body pressed up against mine is different. I’ve never let myself get that intimate with someone and I sure as shit never held another man in my arms after a mind blowing orgasm. But this feels different with Spencer, and I find myself not wanting to let him go.
“Stay the night?” I ask. I can feel my heart racing as the words spill out of my mouth before I can even think twice.
Spencer shifts, resting his hand and chin on my chest, staring at me. His expression is unreadable.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
“Yes… I mean, only if you want to. It was just a—”
“Okay.” A smile spreads across his face. “But I’m not sleeping in the wet spot.”
I chuckle, “Deal… Will Gallifrey be okay?”
“I fed him before I left, so he should be good. Of course, I may have to barter for my life to get back in the apartment in the morning, but I guess I’ll take my chances,” he says with a dramatic sigh.
I bark out a laugh. “Oh, you guess, huh?” I pinch Spencer’s side and he dissolves into a fit of laughter. We roll around laughing and poking at each other before we end up in a mini make-out session.
Finally, he rolls into the wet spot one too many times before I can convince him we need to change the sheets.
We make quick work of it, only swearing at the inventor of fitted sheets a couple times, and Spencer thinking he pulled something before he excuses himself to use the bathroom.
That leaves me currently standing in front of Spencer’s door with a pocket full of treats, praying to whoever the Big Guy is that I’m not about to die. I also take a moment to thank said Big Guy for Spencer’s door being unlocked.
I poke my head in and see my target giving me the death stare from the back of the couch.
“Hey Gallifrey, what’s up, buddy?” I have never actually seen a cat narrow their eyes, but I guess I can check that off the list.
I reach into my pocket and pull out a fist full of treats. “Want some treats, G? They’re salmon flavored. Doesn’t that sound yummy?”
Gallifrey jumps off the back of the couch and stalks his way towards me. I bend down and reach out my hand. He gives it a tentative sniff before he tries to shovel it all into his mouth at once. “Huh, you really are a food whore. Good to know.”
Scooping up Gallifrey, I make my way back without any bloodshed. I manage to set him in the middle of the bed with another mound of treats just as Spencer comes out of the bathroom.
“I need to figure out how to get me a towel warmer… Think I can order one on—” a gasp escapes him as his eyes land on Gallifrey and soften before moving to mine.
“You went and got him,” he says, making his way over to the grumpy-looking cat who is chowing down constantly on the treats I picked up this afternoon.
“Well, your life was on the line. I couldn’t risk that. Plus, there is the whole thing about my dick being addicted to your mouth.
“Oh, that poor thing, we wouldn’t want it to shrivel up and die!” he says in mock horror.
I laugh and grab his hand, pulling him down on top of me. The warmth of his body surrounds me as he leans down, his arms caging me in on both sides as he kisses me. I hold his hips and grind my budding erection up against him.
“That feels a long way from being dead,” he says with a groan.
The feel of Spencer’s body wrapped around me is like this weird, calming blanket that quiets all the noise in my head. All I hear is our ragged breaths bouncing off each other’s lips and a low hum that is steadily getting louder and louder. Realization must hit Spencer and I at the same time as we turn our heads slowly.
