“You want this?”
That mocking light mirrored in his smile. “You wouldn’t want it? Mhm? I do… Now, fuck off…” It was soft, laced with that tamed lust in his breathing.
Duncan straightened, that sullen anger brewing in him.This shouldn’t be his first time… not like this…but who the fuck was he to care at all? He turned and left, leaving them in the pool.
Spencer watched his back until he disappeared in the house.Mister Righteous… let’s see what whoring around can do toyour soul…He moaned when Brad pushed his trunks down, his voice thick with lust.
“You have a great ass, Spencey…” Licking up his neck, he pushed his fingers against Spencer’s hole, pushing in.
Spencer grimaced softly at the pain. It was awkward in the water, so he panted softly. Let Brad fuck him with his fingers.
Brad pulled Spencer’s ass above the water a bit, spitting down his crack, smearing it on his hole. “Stay still, baby…” Drunk, but he managed to stay hard and somehow push in. Too fast. Spencer arched his back at the pain, but Brad held him tight by the hips. “Ssshhh… you feel so good, Spence… so good… so fucking good…” Rocking his hips into him, deep, so he couldn’t squirm away, holding his hips as the water sloshed around them.
Ragged breaths in that night filled with cricket song. Moans.
Spencer grabbed the side of the pool, vaguely aware of the pain, of just being semi-hard, barely standing as his head went on his arms. Rocking with each thrust, the cool of the tiles and the burn of that hot water, of his pain laced with pleasure. He had no idea if this felt right, just the thrill that he was doing it, that if still felt better than what he had imagined, even if Brad was fucking him so hard now, he had to close his eyes, and ride that pain. Moaning, he felt him snap his hips into him as his teeth raked his neck. Panting, moaning as he filled him.No condom…a futile thought, swimming away on the alcohol and drug racing in his veins. Feeling him pull out, whack his ass.
His breath in his ear. “You have a great ass, Spencey…”
Spencer didn’t react, his dark eyes lost on the night, the pool lights dancing with the drumming in his ears. A tiny vengeful thought in that night, laced with a tiny remorse, maybe. That hate feeding on it.
Chapter 6
Next morning, Duncan woke early, wanting some peace before the assholes woke up, but when he walked outside with a mug of coffee, Spencer was already there, sitting in one of the lounge chairs, his sunglasses on and a thick bath robe.
He smiled at Duncan. “You brought coffee?”
Duncan just handed him the mug, cautious, mocking a bit. “Yeah… I guessed you would be up so early after your torrid late night.” Regretting a bit that he made an allusion to Spencer staying in the tub with that guy.
Spencer’s lips just curled up, bitter. “I can’t sleep…” Sipping the coffee. He handed it back to Duncan. “Wouldn’t be fair to drink it all.”
Duncan took the mug. “Since when do you care?”
Spencer shrugged, readjusting himself. He was lying a bit on his side, his knees bent. “Is it supposed to hurt?”
“What?”
“Your ass.”
Duncan’s anger just soared up. “No. No, it’s not supposed to hurt… at least, not as much that you can’t sit?”
“Could you have a look?” He had taken his sunglasses off, his amused eyes going to Duncan’s.
Duncan raised his hand. “No way I’m going to scrutinize your ass.”
“Why? You’re the expert.”
“Right… I’ll take you to a doctor now if you’re suffering?” Somehow, above that annoyance and anger, he also felt a mild pity for that man shivering on the bed.Hangover. In need. In pain, maybe…Fully expecting Spencer to wave it away and object.
“Ok… Let me put something on.” He pushed himself up and Duncan stood to help him up.
Spencer looked up into his eyes. “You could be a jerk about this.”
“You’re a grown ass man, and your decisions are yours, not mine or anybody else’s to make. Regrets?” He was trying to soften his voice in all that desperate anger.
“No…” Soft, almost a lie. “No… it was fine… I think…”
“Now, then. The ass ache is collateral damage. Get dressed and let’s go.” He was already looking for a doctor on his phone whilst Spencer disappeared.
