I sit on the edge of his bed and Gallifrey comes barreling towards me like a pissed off cat on a mission. He looks like he plans to make me empty my pockets with the threat of murder claws, but he does not have me fooled. He’s just a big softy who really likes his snacks. He plops down next to me and I give him a few scratches under the chin.
Spencer goes still, staring at us in the mirror.
“You just don’t understand! He hates everyone!” Spencer says, exasperated.
I chuckle.
We are both silent for a few minutes before I ask something that has been on my mind all day.
“How come you didn’t wear makeup today?”
Spencer cocks his head, looking back at me in the mirror.
“I’m not sure!”
I raise an eyebrow.
He sighs. “Okay, fine. I think it’s a couple of things, maybe. Boys in makeup, no matter how little or how much we wear, can be a target for some people. I’m careful. I try to stick to safe spaces.”
“The town seems to be pretty supportive of you!”
“And they are, for the most part. But there will always be a few bad eggs.”
Spencer turns and faces me, squeezing his eyes shut and knotting his hands together like he is working up some courage.
“I don’t like to talk about it because I will not let bigot assholes change who I am, not anymore.” I want to reach out and pull him into my arms, but he squares his shoulders, and I heed and listen, knowing he is not done with what he needs to say.
“One night on my way home from class, there were a couple of guys who tried to follow me into the back alley. They were swearing at me and calling me all kinds of homophobic names.”
His eyes begin to fill, and he exhales out a breath. “They had me pinned up against the side of the building. I got in a few good kicks to one of the guys’ junk before some people walking by saw what was happening and jumped in.”
“Spencer, oh my god, did you say something to Jaxon? We can install some cameras in the alley or extra lighting.”
“I didn’t, and please don’t tell him. It happened a couple of years ago and after one of the guys walking by was done with them, they knew to stay away. I haven’t had any issues since.”
I jump to my feet, “But Spencer…”
He stands up and walks over to me, placing his hands on my face. “It is very sweet of you, But I promise, I’m okay. I can’t live in that moment, and the amount of safe spaces in this town is growing.”
“You know I will always be a safe space, right?”
“I do!” he says, kissing me. “You are the first I’ve… dated?” he says, like it’s even a question. I need to rectify that. He continues, “that has allowed me to be myself, in all senses! This is the first time I have been able to live my life as me. I’m still learning and I will still struggle, but I’m happy.”
I kiss the shit out of him before I pull back and rest my forehead on his. “We are dating. But I don’t know what to call us, Spencer, because this feels like a lot more than dating to me.”
His eyes go wide. “It does?”
“Yes!” I say, cupping his cheek
“I feel the same!” his face breaks into a soft grin, the kind that reflects in his eyes.
“I’m glad!”
Turning him so his back is to my front, we watch us together in the mirror. My hand skims across his stomach, his soft, pale skin smooth under my fingertips. I kiss the spot just behind his ear, and he rewards me with a tiny hum.
“You are so fucking sexy. Every tiny piece of you turns me on. Your strength, your courage, your brains, your body, the color that adorns your face, your sexy lace panties. All of it!” I say, kissing his skin beneath my lips after each word.
He moans. “The things you say to me.” He spins in my arms and guides me until the back of my knees hit the bed. “If I recall, Mr. Cartwright,” I laugh at the use of the very adult name as he gives me a light push, and I fall back, sitting on the bed. “I do believe I promised you a blowjob for helping me out of, as one would say, a slimy situation.” Spencer slowly sinks to his knees. His beautiful, wide eyes staring back up at me. My cock throbs through my jeans just at the sight and promise of his wet lips wrapped around my cock.
